The Palace. – Fable of Swords.

Royalty reside here, obviously. A place for major events such as balls and parties. Heavily guarded as expected; you must request an appearance with the royal family in order to enter. Servants, knights, and other staff around the palace are the only exceptions.


A new series in which I introduce Ravina Direwolf; a ranger.  The opening scene is the Castle of the King.

This is written with Moo, Kiri, Fu, & Nhal.


Moo: Today was peaceful for the kingdom so far. Zoura had woken to a dull light filling her room through the large windows, and the almost silent bustling of her maid. Her morning was dull and routine, as expected. Nobody was as heartfelt lately with the King’s illness. While Zoura couldn’t speak for her brother, she was definitely not in the mood to do her lectures or training, nor walk around the kingdom for her campaign. But she had to. Fixing herself with her armor as usual, she looked in the mirror. A woman who would take the throne in name of peace and prosperity. Sighing briefly, she put on a thin smile and made her way to the throne room, and would undoubtedly cross paths with her guardian there if not sooner. He had a habit if staying close, though she never minded; Zoura enjoyed the company in times like this, and it ensured her safety from the likes of her brother or other possible threats. Not that she was entirely sure of what he was doing or thinking anymore; the prince was just distant and…more withdrawn than she remembered. The tapping of her feet against the floors of the palace echoed down the halls, moving formally as she passed the staff who cared for her. It was too early for them to be dressing in black… Her eyes turned down while she finally entered the King’s current chambers, where she and her brother were called just a short while ago.


Fu:  It was quiet, or so it had seemed for most. The sound of simultaneous feet clicking and clacking against the floor from outside the King’s chambers were heard for quite awhile , closing in and increasing with each sound until the door opened and a group of people appeared clad in black and red.

– They surrounded the entrance and had bowed their head as well as lowering their stance while one set of feet slowly made his or her way towards the front of the group from the back most end of the formation. Slowly the person made their way to the room and stood at the entrance with a melancholic expression upon the person’s face , at this point the person was seen. It was the Elder Prince ; Bleidd Pearce. He gave a quick glance at his younger sibling but that was all he had done before returning his attention to the reason why he was there in the first place. The air suddenly got alittle cold , the kind of cold where a person could feel a shiver go up their spine from some sort of sensation that was hard to truly tell why it happened or where it had came from. –

” Hello…….. Father . Is everything alright ? ”



Of course, normally most people wouldn’t expect for a presence to have already been in the room other than the king himself. And that sense of security was obviously going to stay unbroken by the male who was sitting the shadows of a corner not six feet from the door. Silent and foreboding, however invisible to the ones in the room as well. Satoru, one of the Senior Rangers of the kingdom’s own Ranger Corps, was sitting in the corner by request of the king himself; his mottled cloak making him invisible to even the keenest of eyes, including that of supernatural creatures surprisingly, so much so that even with their other senses supernatural creatures could not find them so long as they sat still; though the supernaturals can sense them, it normally confuses them by not being able to hear or see them, making them twice as deadly. It was one of the reasons the Rangers were looked at with fear by the general populace as Dark Arts wielders who make themselves invisible using such magics; even though the reality was that Rangers relied on nothing more than their own training. Satoru had been talking to him, the king, only seconds before Zoura had arrived. Satoru was watching because of the king’s request for him to do so, for Zoura’s safety more so than anything. The reason for Satoru having even been there at all, was actually because the king wanted him to keep an eye on Zoura and help keep her safe from the shadows. It was generally known, though not entirely official, that Satoru supported the princess and her rise. But he himself would never admit that officially unless given reason. Satoru’s face was hidden in shadow, but the hood over his head, and even as he sat there, he was ready to pull his bow from his back and fire should he must; and being behind the two heirs only made it easier for him to take Bleidd and Zoura by surprise if he must. Even if he’d rather avoid it entirely.


Moo:  Zoura glanced up toward the armor with a small smile, feeling oddly out of sorts today. She was a little uneasy, questioning as to why the King would request her presence, as well as her brother’s. She had only just gotten into the room when she heard a distant marching of feet, which meant she had to move away from the door and further into the room. Zoura took her place beside her father, sitting on his rather large bed before taking his hand into her lap. The King had been a good father to her, though it seemed he had some darker nature within him as well. Some that reminded her of Bleidd. The King’s hand moved from hers and caressed her face, gently pushing back strands of hair before brushing his thumb across her cheek. Only then did she realize she had let herself tear up. She blinked several times now, clearing her throat as the marching grew louder. The King smiled while his hand rested in hers once again, before both turned their heads to look at none other than her brother. His greeting felt cold, and the presence he brought with him was unsettling. Zoura’s expression sobered until she was nearly frowning, gazing up at him. “…We were suppose to come unaccompanied, Bleidd.” She sighed briefly before she squeezed the King’s hand, hearing the man clad in armor greet the two of them. Zoura recognized his voice, leaving her to tilt her head slightly. But she gave him another thin smile and nodded her head slightly. “A pleasant morning.” Wasn’t that a lie? Here she sat on the edge of her father’s bed, who was so ill he looked as though he were skin and bones. Turning her attention back to the King, she looked over his aged face.

The King was silent for a time, having let his daughter speak her peace before he cleared his throat. It ended with some coughing into a cloth he happened to be holding in his free hand. “Send them off, Bleidd,” the man ordered in a deep and raspy voice. He somehow still had enough energy to sound like a King; powerful and demanding yet calm patient. “This matter is for us alone.”



” Oh ? Then why are there others in family business ? ”

– Was what Bleidd had said in reply to his younger Sister after Sera ; the Legion Captain rushed to his side and spoke in a extremely low tone but Bleidd had caught the entire thing. He would nod gently towards the person who announced themself by greeting before returning the gaze at his Sister. She was more understanding of the surroundings then him as she herself was born and understood the dark much more then he had , so he found her talents useful and valued . He was inept at that area , and would be in trouble if she wasn’t around but then again that was not his only lifeline whether he liked it or not . His arm had proven to give him a curse but also something much more useful . That ‘things’ guidance, awareness and intuition. Sera would then speak up and talk to the King outright her conditions. –

Sera:” Drop the others hidden here , and we’ll go. You don’t trust your own family that you need others monitoring the conversation Your Highness ? ”


Nhal:  Children please, hush. This is no time for conflict…” The massive dragon like creature strolled into the room with a surprising softness for his size, the only sounds were of the light decorative chaincoat he wore jingling softly and the old blade from his guard captain days tapping against the side of his leg. Moving up to the pair he gave a rather frightening grin as he looked towards Sera. “I apologize if I may sound rude captain… But I will have to ask you to leave Miss Sera…” He lifted his head and directed his snout towards a shadowy corner of the room before giving a short few sniffs in the direction. “That means you as well Mr. Matsuo…” He shifted his weight a little and tucked his hands behind his back, clasping them together comfortably. “I won’t be having either party misbehaving… Not today… Isn’t that right….” He turned his head towards both the prince and the princess. “…Lady Zoura, Lord Bleidd…



“Hmm… normally, I could be rude here. However, I will not. I shall only state a simple fact.”

Satoru rose from his spot, seeming to actually shrug the shadows from his body as the effect was lost. One eye was perfectly visible within his hood, being a slightly lighter shade of brown that made them look fiery crimson. The visible eye of Satoru was calm, and honest as he prepared to speak once more, no matter if others had protested or not. Satoru was one of the more well-known Rangers, however that also meant he was infamous as well among civilians. Sera was good if she had known he was there, and the Dragonborn had nothing more than a good sense of smell to him.

“I am here under his, the King’s orders, and last I checked neither of you have the authority to trump him; in Sera’s case however, you are not even close to being high enough rank to set conditions to your king. Or me for that matter. You are a Captain, and you royal adviser. My authority is only trumped by direct members of the Royal Family. And as he is the one who has asked me to stay, stay I shall. Unless of course, his majesty would like for me to go.”

Satoru’s voice wasn’t snobbish, nor was it even insulting. It was calm, polite and factual. As he spoke, he used his hands to gesture at each member in the room that he had mentioned as he mentioned them, and he even added extra emphasis on the word direct when he mentioned members of the Royal Family. It was obvious he had no intentions of leaving. Not unless the king himself asked him to, as the king was the one who asked him to stay. Whether they would continue to argue, then that was up to them. However Satoru stayed where he was, and even as he stood it seemed that he was breaking down into the background because of his cloak. It was eerie in all honesty for those who weren’t Rangers. But then again, Sera wasn’t fazed herself when she had noticed him.


Zoura couldn’t believe the nerve of her brother–of this woman–while they stood in front of the King. Eddard looked tired and wary, his sunken eyes and withered face seemingly set in a grimace the entire duration of the meeting so far. The pain must have been immense and hard to endure, leaving Zoura to hold his hand more tightly as she gazed down at him. With the disrespect slowly filling the room, she thought she herself might burst. But it would help nothing, and she knew her father to be a patient man, so she would try her best to do the same. After a soft, raspy breath, the king’s dull eyes roamed from his son’s face to the woman’s, looking rather disdainful. Though as he would actually begin to speak, the final member who was expected to be present in the room finally made his appearance. None other than Soskaal. As usual, he was there to offer wise words while making himself clear; his presence naturally caused others to be wary despite his calm demeanor. Eddard exhaled, looking from the dragonborn to the ranger.

Zoura herself flinched when she saw movement from the corner of the room, turning to look at who had apparently been here the entire time. She wasn’t familiar with him, but she knew what he was. The fact that her father had requested his presence was slightly unsettling. More so than usual, her worried thoughts now turned to her brother. Did Eddard feel uneasy about his son as well? “Enough, Satoru…” His hand holding the cloth lifted, waving it slowly and quietly before letting it rest again. “You’re dismissed to the hall. It seems there is no getting around my friend Soskaal.” The King paused to offer the dragon an amused smile of sorts. “As sharp as ever.”



” Sera is the my voice. She knows how to vent out my thoughts so by my permission she is more then capable of speaking on my behalf. Now , Sera you and the others are free to go and moving on. What is the reason that we are gathered here today ? ”

– Bleidd would say to the Male who had spoken out about his orders . Following that moment the Prince would wave at his Second-in-command to acknowledge the Dragonborn and she would nod to him and walk out. She would be the last to leave as the small formation of knights would have went along and shuffled out first. It was only Bleidd left and he would walk closer towards his Father and Sister. He never showed it directly but he had been angered at the fact he had no magic aptitude but his younger Sister did. He didn’t understand why he was given the short end of the stick , but he didn’t wish for others to know but most did considering the events that had happened in earlier years. The only thing he has kept entirely secret was the existence of a certain something , and due to various reasons has worn lengthy clothing to cloak his inner problems , physically and mentally. He waited to see how things would play out , before returning to his own thoughts and going about his day.-


Nhal:  Soskaal grinned again and gave a soft nod in the king’s direction. “I was simply born with a strong nose your grace… it is only natural.” Turning his head slightly he watched Sera leave the room, then looked back towards Satoru and gave a light smile and a subtle gesture in the same direction. Turning his head back towards king Eddard, his eye shifted towards Bleidd for a moment before he spoke softly. “I enjoy the dulcid tones of marching boots on the pavement as much as the next person young prince, but truly there was no reason to bring a whole unit with you when your father simply wishes to speak to you and your sister…” he then shifted again into a comfortable position and watched over the young siblings silently as he awaited their fathers words.



Satoru gave a small bow, placing his right hand in a hovering position just in front of his stomach before striding away without another word. It was the King’s will, emphasis on king’s. It didn’t matter if Sera was his voice, she wasn’t a high enough rank. The Ranger’s face was inscrutable, calm and grim as ever, however his thoughts were mostly focused on the fact that the Prince must be a coward in the form of words if he had to rely on his captain, and risk her head in the process, to speak out a condition or term to the king. The prince could be menacing and foreboding and every other word in the book, it didn’t make a lick of difference to Satoru. He’d seen it all, and probably more. The Ranger had been around a long time, and honestly the fact that the prince seemed off hadn’t eluded him. He was a Ranger, it was their job to know things. But he didn’t know very much about the Prince’s reason for being the way he was right now. Satoru rubbed the bottom of his chin, but didn’t really have a reason to fully understand as he didn’t have enough information. The Ranger was just standing there outside the door, not listening as that would have been rude regardless of his curiosity, thinking and going uncaring about the glances of suspicion and fear directed at him by the servants who passed. It was a normal phenomenon after all.



The Palace

Having been ordered to remain outside in the cobble stoned courtyard with the horses, Ravina was growing restless. Dark whispers and looks from the King’s own guard were starting to annoy her, and as she stood stroking the neck of her horse, loud voices were heard to be coming from the inside of the building. It was hardly surprising with the vast amount of soldiers and nobles that were all now clamoring to make their way in to the Palace, as word of the King’s illness had spread across the realm. There was even a gathering of the clergy. Red hooded old goats carrying large books, and swinging burning incense as they waited their turn, like everyone else. Ravina regarded the priests as being nothing more than parasites, that used God’s word in order to have sway and power that should not have been afforded to them. Whispers also said that the King’s own children had returned to pay homage and listen to the King’s words. There had been rumors that both sought the crown if the King should pass on to the next. This was really of no consequence to the senior ranger. She knew her place in the world, and was proud to be part of the Ranger’s corp.

After another ten minutes of waiting, her patience was at it’s end. Handing the reigns to a stable hand, she drew up her hood and then fully armed, she started to make her way into the Castle proper. Her boots clinking as the spurs tapped the stone with every step that she took.

The corridors were lined with even more of the King’s guard. They really had gone all out with the beefed up security, but as they watched the ranger pass their ranks, they gave her the respect that she had duly earned from years of hard training. Her mottled cloak was like a badge of honor, and one she wore with pride.

The final turn and she could see Satoru up ahead, standing just outside the King’s chamber door. He gave those servants that passed him by a look of no caring, and if ever there was a time that Ravina wanted to smile it was now. She had to admit, he was an impressive man. She both admired and looked up to him, and he respected her for her duty and loyalty to the Corp.

“Let me guess. Ringside seats are only for the Royals?”

One thing about Ravina, she spoke her mind.








RPC – Ravina Direwolf : Fable of Swords.

Name: Ravina Direwolf.
Age: 23
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight.
Personality: Bold, cunning, cold, serious, fierce, determined.

Status: Senior Ranger
Alliance: Unofficially Council of the Blue Crown
Faction: Ranger Corps

Weapon(s): An recurve longbow able to fire shots with more power than a normal longbow because of the recurve, able to rend through steel armor depending on distance; a single arming sword; her mottled cloak; Quiver of about 40 Arrows
Ways of the sword – Users are able to demonstrate a natural aptitude for the ways of the sword. The user is able to wield a sword with great proficiency in speed, power, and skill, allowing them to perform feats such as stopping and deflecting arrows, and even hold back their strength to deal damage to their foes without killing them. The user is also able to operate with little or no effort, deliver skillful strikes to weak points with great precision and cut only and exactly what they want. The users incredibly fast weapon control may allow them to bypass obstacles in order to cut their intended target.
Enhanced Marksmanship: Ravina can judge extremely long distances amazingly accurately, gauging the strength needed to launch a projectile, in order to hit a target accurately. If a target is moving Ravina can calculate the best method to hit the target. Her intense focus on whatever she’s shooting at allows her to shut out outside distractions. She can compensate for environmental factors that would normally throw off her aim like wind, air resistance, gravity, and radiant heat (which distorts the image of the target). This allows for her Enhanced Archery.
Ranger Physiology: This consists of enhanced agility, vision, adoptive muscle memory, construction of bows, construction of arrows, an intuitive ability to decide on the places that can deal the most damage to the body, control over using a bow to the point they can hit targets without killing and other such things. This also includes incredible dexterity and stealth. Rangers are watchful warriors who roam past the horizon to safeguard a region, a principle, or a way of life. Masters of bow and blade, rangers excel at hit-and-run assaults and can quickly and silently eliminate foes. Rangers lay superb ambushes and excel at avoiding danger. As a ranger, you possess almost supernaturally keen senses and a deep appreciation for untamed wilderness. With your knowledge of the natural world, you are able to track enemies through nearly any landscape, using the smallest clue to set your course, even sometimes the calls and songs of beasts and birds. Your severe demeanor promises a deadly conclusion to any enemy you hunt.
Mottled Cloak: a cloak colored so that it seems as though he is able to break himself down into the background and become invisible.
Sax knife is a 6 inch long knife with a 4 inch wide blade, making it top heavy enough that it can bust through heavy armor if you hit it enough
Throwing knife is a 6 inch long knife with a much thinner blade, with a balanced weight for throwing with great accuracy.

Enhanced Marksmanship: Ravina’s vision can be impaired, through smoke or other ways of impairing one’s vision.
Ranger Physiology: Ravina has a lower amount of defense in his stature, and cannot deal extremely heavy amounts of damage with swings of his sword as he is more speed based.
Mottled Cloak: This cloak can only make her invisible if he is sitting stock-still or is moving extremely slowly. Those at Ranger level can actually figure out where they are if they know what to look for, and where to look. Being stock-still makes this difficult even for Rangers, however slow movement can give the user away if up against another Ranger.

Personal Item(s): Long bow, mottled cloak, throwing knife, Sax knife.
Pet : Caw, a raven.

Background: Unlike most rangers who were actually male, Ravina was one that stood out from the rest. A daughter born to a high chieftain, who lost all his sons in battle, brought his daughter up much like you would a son. She had all the talent of her brothers, as she had spent her years watching and secretly training with them behind her father’s back. It was not until he lost all his sons that he realized just how capable Ravina was. Though she aspired to become part of the King’s guard, she was laughed at when she turned up for enlisting. Determined that she would once day realize her dream, she took her father’s weapons and went on the road in search of a place that she truly belonged. It was by chance that she came upon Satoru, who was himself training to be a fully fledged Ranger. Though wary of her at first, her natural abilities impressed him and he took her in with him to be trained, at great risk to himself. Man after man fell at her feet as she practiced day and night to prove her worth – in turn becoming a Senior ranger, like that of her good friend. Devout and loyal to the Ranger Corps, she is diamond in the rough, and not one to be trifled with. Always wearing her hair in her trademark plait, her beauty is not often seen for what it is. Very rarely does she ever smile, though when she does, it is because she has just killed one of the enemy.


Predator or Prey?


Continuing on from “Beneath the Silk”, Sophia has created a world within Nick’s mind.  An illusion of a grand estate, with a special surprise behind the red veils.  But is the Vampire knight to be the Predator, or the prey?

Co-written with SA.


SA:  ‘Beautiful.’ Now, that was a word she didn’t hear quite often, especially not when that mask came off. There was beauty in the unknown and yet the unknown usually disturbed many when the secret was revealed – Those never-blinking optics, their  oh, so strange, chromatics and the very fact that they were lacking pupils could disturb and horrify many – And they did. It was the main reason for her to hide them, away from vision of others, the main reason why the black mask never left her features for such a long time; It was only when she realized her preys could not escape her anymore, when she took it off, letting it be the last thing they saw as she basked in their horror, at the sight of those abnormal hues. She was called beautiful before; A woman who resembled a Rusalka, a Predator. A Siren, even, knew how to get around – Seduce, entice, all for it to make sure she’d feed – And yet, she was never called Beautiful when her orbs would’ve been released from their black silk prison. It took her by surprise, even widened those striking azures that if they were to have pupils, they’d be dilating by now. But they didn’t. So, instead, it looked like the azure got even brighter, deeper, like the vast depths of an ocean combined with a bright sky, lacking any cloud to block its beauty. The hand placed over her cheek was only met with one of her gloved limbs, gently slithering over his, letting their digits lace together in a grip, as she held onto him, her gaze drifting to the ground. If she was cold before, there was a hint of warmth, just a little bit over her cheeks, over the alabaster skin. “How so…?” She wanted to know – It wasn’t a test, this time. There was curiosity in her own beauty, beauty never seen before by others in a moment like this.


RB:  -They say that there is beauty in all things.  What people regard as beautiful is a matter of interpretation.  Nick had seen much over his travels, and found that there were women that considered themselves to be attractive, opening flaunting it and using it for a way to gain power and or a love sick puppy.  What Nick saw, when the black bandanna was removed was something that he could even regard as being sacred.  Why she had hidden her eyes from the world, when they were in fact the most spectacular he had ever seen?  Was she ashamed of them?  Is that why she was so quick to cover them up in his presence?  All that the vampire knew was that she wished to share this with him, and whether or not he was truly worthy to bear witness – he did not know.  His reaction and words had been spontaneous as had been his movement of his hand to cup her cheek.  He did not expect her to touch his hand, or ask as to how he found her to beautiful.  “You have eyes that are deeper in shade then the bluest ocean, or the brightest sapphire.  You are unique, truly.”  As she could see inside of him, he was able to see what others did not.   Nick moved his free hand to her chin, so that he might raise her face up so that he may look upon her again.  “Look at me, Sophia.  I know you can see through me.   You can see I speak the truth.”




SA:  Such an odd moment. In a more than romantic scenery, with the moonlight behind them as the scent of rose petals enveloped them both, carried by the soft breeze. An odd moment in which the appeared more like lovers, than Predator and Prey or even two Predators. A moment in which she, herself, almost forgot what she was here for, taking in the man’s words as if those were words she barely heard, ever in her life. New words, like a small child trying to make sense of them, grasp their true meaning. ‘Unique’. She repeated that one, in a whispered, hushed voice, almost to herself, to make sure she understood. Because, just like a small child, it was new to her. Brows furled inwards, as if frustrated to not grasp its meaning yet, interrupted by the wandering limb which soon found its place against her chin, lifting her azure gaze upwards. That’s when it happened. When she remembered why she was here for, and a muffled grown escaped the depths of her throat, like a deep, deep rumble rolling along the column of her neck on the inside, only to finally meet his gaze once more. What was it?


RB:  -Did she not believe what he just said?  Sophia repeated the word ‘unique’ as though she had never heard it before.  Had no one ever payed her a compliment like this?  Nick meant every word.  But if it flattered her, it didn’t.  She made a strange sound as she stared upwards, but not at him.  He could feel the rumble of the release through the skin under her chin.  Perhaps he had overstepped his bounds.  After all, he had touched her, not just on her cheek, but under her chin so that she might raise her gaze.  Was he not meant to see the beauty of her eyes?  Maybe she simply did not expect that from him.  Nick was now in uncharted waters, and…her waters.  He was suddenly reminded that this was all her doing.  The vampire’s lips formed a thin line as he started to draw back his hand.  “If I have offended you, Sophia, I apologize.  I am not normally so…hands on.” –



SA:  It was then when he could finally see why her eyes were hardly considered beautiful – The gaze she had given him at that moment, that very moment when she lifted her head upwards to meet the male’s hues, was a gaze which only emanated coldness. They stared, so deeply that you’d feel them staring right into your soul and so cold that you’d even feel how a tiny shard of ice made its way to your heart. The most disturbing factor of them was that they never blinked, not once – A continuous stare, a gaze into ones soul, as if scattering through it, searching, rummaging only to find what she wanted. What she needed. A hand moved upwards. And then, the other followed as they both found their place on the male’s cheeks, cupping them lightly as fingers trailed upwards to tug against the raven strands. She moved closer, bumping her body against his, pressing them together, silk on silk, cold on cold as she gripped onto him, so tightly and yet so delicately that he wouldn’t even want to escape – not that he even could. It was then, when she leaned in, as her azure optics continued to stare into his, never blinking, lacking pupils and oh, so very deep. The saying of ‘getting lost in ones eyes’ surely attributed to this woman, for they were ocean deep and sky-high blue. The moment which followed could only gain the attributes of stunning, surprising and yet, so very mesmerizing, when her lips parted only barely, enough to cradle the male’s lower lip between them, pressing them together, while her hands continued their grip around his neck, now. This was the oddity of her being – Despite being ice cold, her lips burned. A searing heat, scolding hot to the touch as if they wanted to burn the flesh they made contact with. Longing into the passion.


RB: – Women are such fickle creatures.  One minute they have you thinking you’ve gone and done wrong, and the next, they are kissing you with a burning sensation that is more than just sizzling.  Nick had barely gotten out his apology, when Sophia did the unexpected.  Had Nick misjudged the growl for something entirely different?  All he knew was that she had taken his cheeks in her hands, so that she may bring his face closer to her own.  Her body now pressing up against his, and she actually bumped her frame to his.  The grip she now had was one of strength, like she had no intention of letting him go.  But, did he want to be free from this woman?  Hell no.  He had already been captivated by her eyes, and now she was taking him into an embrace, that had him lose his breath.  Lost in the hypnotic gaze of her azure eyes, Nick seemed to lose all sense of reason and found himself being kissed by her with lips that were in total contradiction to the rest of her.  Burning…like they were on fire.  As if from far away….deep down in the Vampire’s belly, a growl was released that reverberated up through his throat and into her waiting mouth, that had seized him captive.  Nick could feel the tightening grip around his neck from her hands, and this was when he gave in.  Sweet surrender.  The pain and pleasure melded into one powerful force, and the vampire wrapped his own arms around her, so that he could suffer longer.  The predator within him rose up proudly, and he kissed her back savagely…hungrily…as though his unlife depended on it.



SA:  -Naked. It was the only word that could be attributed to how she felt right now, stripped of the concealment over the secret she kept for so long. She didn’t care for clothing, as for here, there were only means of enticing even further, creating and intensifying the façade she donned upon herself – But to have her mask pulled off really meant standing naked in front of the other, a feeling of almost embarrassment, like a virgin revealing herself for the first time, on her wedding night. It felt odd – Odder was the fact that she actually felt that way, the Predator. Chains rattled within her, the Monster longing for release as the kiss lingered, on and on. Hot on Cold, lingering desire as her hands tugged at the back of his coat, gripping tightly into small fists. To hear her growl only made her grin – A wide, Cheshire-like grin without even breaking the kiss as she offered a small nip to the male’s lower lip only to provoke him further. Provoke his own Predator to come loose. And that’s when another dance happened, one she would lead now, while she took a step backwards, towards the room. And another. And another. Tugging him to follow, leaving the balcony and going back within the room in ruins, while their lips still melted against each other.


RB:  -The power of this woman was insane.  The way that she kissed him, and clawed at the back of his jacket, only served to strengthen her hold over him.  Of course his hands had found themselves wandering over and across her back.  Finding their way to the rounded globes of her bottom, that had been so easy to caress through the flimsy fabric of her gown.  The deeper and longer that Nick kissed Sophia and let his tongue snake into her mouth to lick at the insides of her cheek, run across her teeth, did he truly feel that he wanted more than wanton kisses.  The inner growl had been his predator announcing that he was home.  Home – within her eyes.  Those same eyes that did not blink, nor move to follow the light.  But Sophia was ahead of the game, breaking the kiss – only to nip at his lower lip in a bid to bring him out further.  The beauty of his face was now changing to that of his vampiric self.  The sharpness of his features as his bones seemed to lengthen beneath his skin.  Nick’s eyes gave way to a blood red sheen with a small black pupil in its center.  Though she might have been smiling a Cheshire cat like grin at her prize, he wasn’t.  Never more serious had he been before.  She might have been dancing him back into her lair of fine veiled curtains, but he was already eyeing off her neck.  Nick now snorted through his nostrils, as she kept kissing his lips and dragging him back…One step at a time.  As soon as she did stop though, he’d pull away from her plump lips and then start to lick and nip at the base of her neck.  The game was on…





SA:  This was it. When two Predators met and the collision happened – Two different worlds, colliding, shaping as one, gathering their common points and clashing against their differences. A collision that could only be considered deadly, fatal, for at least one of the playing parts. This was the game, the hunting game between two Predators about to snap – Her, with the rattling chains within her soul, right at the core as the Monster wanted, longed for release. Sweet, sweet release.  And him, with the Beast boiling inside, the moment she felt his tongue slither out to play with hers. They danced together while they moved across the room, until she actually ~pinned~ him to the wall – Enough force to impact his back against the concrete surface, her hands now falling around his neck and draping along his chest as the tips of her claws slid along his shirt; They didn’t rip it, yet, but applied enough pressure for him to ~feel~ the small scratched right along his skin beneath the fabric. And when he leaned down, and nipped along her jawline and neck, a growl was released – It almost sounded like a murr; Sensual, soft, erotic, a feline getting what she truly wanted. Finally. When he did, she only arched back to bend backwards, lowering her frame in a small arch as their lower bodies pressed against each other, her chest hovering in the air, for his viewing pleasure. She pulled him in, letting his torso reach hers as some stray strands of her snow-white tresses dangled in the air – An almost similar way of holding the pose she did when they danced.




RB: – Nick’s eyes rolled back as he fell deep within the darkness of his own inner beast.  It was clamouring to be released from within, as much as Sophia’s was.  The wicked licks to her neck had brought him a pleasurable release in the form of the rapid beating of a long dead heart.  All through their meetings he had remained the perfect gentleman, the silver tongue, the Knight.  Now, he had forgotten all that he was – only the base creature wanted to be brought out to Sophia’s light.  Being slammed suddenly against the cold concrete surface, stunned him enough to snap his head up and back from her neck.  From this point, his elongated fangs were on full display while his jaw slackened.  The handsome Nick was gone from view.  He let out a guttural growl, almost animal like when Sophia rand her nails down his chest and scratched through cloth to his skin.  The red of his blood now seeping through his silken shirt.  The pain was delicious and he took one hand to rip his shirt apart so she could smell and feel the richness of his blood.  Red to the point of being black.  Sophia then lent back so she could display her ample bosom for his viewing pleasure.  Her back arching just like before when they danced.  Nick’s mouth opened as he was about to lunge at her throat.  It was irresistible, and just as he was about to bite, he said her name….as if the man within…was fighting back.  The one…that cared for her.  “Sophia…”  His fangs stopping as he panted…the tips so close to breaking the skin, till he dragged them across and rested his forehead to her neck. –



SA:   The game has begun – a game between two Predators, finally being offered release from their cage, the chains which kept them imprisoned rattling loudly, loud enough that one would almost be able to hear them, if they paid close attention to the darkness. Such common features between each other, both sharing a monster which lurked within. It was a serpent’s grip, her arms coiling up around his neck only to secure him in her grasp, pulling and tugging at his form closer and closer to her – His breath, at the base of her neck, rolling along her chest which would’ve sent a shiver through her spine, a quickened pace to her heartbeat – Yet she had none of that. Instead, there was a rumbling sound, like the purr of a satisfied feline, escaping those plump, scarlet lips the moment his would reach her flesh. Feeling just the tip of his fangs trailing, barely hovering above her alabaster skin, hearing her name being called out almost like a whisper, a cry for help, she offered a grin – Sardonic and cruel, the grin of a Cheshire cat as one arm went upwards, tugging at those raven strands of his. Eventually, she’d release him – even ~pushing~ him away from her with enough force to have his body impacting the wall behind him just slightly – as she began walking away. Her head craned to the side, her eyes turned to meet him, offering a gaze over her shoulder, azures burning cold. It was a sensual gaze, one filled with eroticism as her lips slightly parted to allow the sensation to sink in, while she moved forwards, towards the stairs.


RB:  -Finger tips slowly dragging at first.  Cold steel to touch, yet their strength was undeniable.  Like quicksilver she was able to wind her way around him.  Serpent like movements and deadly to any who was weak to her charms.  Yes, it was a game of two predators, very much so.  In the depths of her eyes, Nick found himself staring into those mirrors that showed only what she wanted him to see.  Her body writhed as the temptress within her led him into the very center of her web.  An insatiable need by the wraith – to tangle the vampire up into her invisible silken strands of malice.  Sound bubbled up from within the exotic white haired maiden.   Whatever it was that stopped Nick from making an attack upon her had only staved off the inevitable.  The drag of his canines across her flesh caused her to react harshly.  Forcefully pushing him away and into a marble pillar, that shook violently.  Dust lightly falling and speckling the only offered candle light.  Had he just displeased her?  It was so hard to tell, for now she was looking back at him with eyes that burned ice cold – the wicked smile on her face making him want her all the more.  Nick’s reaction was to follow her.  Almost blindly, he walked towards the stairs.  Everything about her was sinful and delicious.  From her scent to her skin, her bewitching eyes, and those hips…God those hips.  Lust rose sharply from within a darkened place.  She had lit the flame and it was going to be hard to extinguish. –




SA:  How was it possible for something which functioned so much like a machine to have such a sway in her movement, almost intoxicant to his view? How was it that a woman which was far from a woman have such femininity and sensuality in her movements, as each step up the stairs was performed with such grace, such flow that each step seemed like a dance in which the hem of her long white dress participated, combined with the soft clicking of her heels, only to enhance the sensation – Like a clock ticking, those heels beat along the floor on her way up, a clock, ticking, for him. Tick-tock, click-click-click all the way up. She never looked back at him again, after that one simple, subtle gaze, allowing him to drown in her movements. The swaying of her hips, the curve her body created when each leg lifted up against the stair. Only to enhance his lust. Lust – One of the many things she fed on, the Wraith, hungry for Sins – So hungry that he could feel her, so close and yet so far from his body and soul – So close to devouring both. There was a sudden click, before the male could have realized what happened, as the door behind them snapped shut, sending them both upstairs, as vision would be graced with the sight of a king sized bed, under a canopy. Scarlet red, silken sheets with crimson reflections. Now, she was pinned – Her back rested neatly against the door, as if letting him ~know~ he had no escape anymore, blocking his only way out. Her eyes burned, sending cold shivers along the male’s already tensed muscles, as those lips remained perpetually parted, only slightly, barely creating a small gap between them. Waiting.  Anticipating. Provoking.  Longing.


RB: -The trap had been set long before Nick had set foot upon the stairs.  It had all begun the moment that Sophia had entered the Kingdom of the Blood Rose.  From the beginning, the white haired wraith had one objective, and that was to feed.  The Queen, in her fear had left the Knight to entertain the guest, and he had obliged in the game of cards.  The reading.  He had shown to have strength, and even had been given the card as a reminder of that event.  Now however, was that same strength going to save him, and did he even want to be saved?  The mesmerizing way in which Sophia’s hips swayed, back and forth like a pendulum, or hypnotist’s fob watch – had the Vampire all but lost to the world outside of Sophia’s making.  Nick followed until it was too late to turn back.  Once we accept our fate, we are at the mercy of what lay behind the magician’s curtain.  What awaited Nick however was a room that could best be described as a bedroom.  If he was expecting a dining hall, he was mistaken, but really…he was the main course.  The stage was set.  The players took their positions upon the floor.  The click of the lock turned and with her back resting to that same door, there would be no escape.  But really, did he want to be set free?  A wry smile formed to his lips, through the haze of anticipation and lust.  He tore off his coat and simply let it fall to the floor.  Bold steps cut across the floor back to where she stood.  In this room, of decadence and red satin, blood would be spilt, and it was probably going to be his.  Nick started to undo the buttons of his shirt, as she may well watch him in silence.  “This is what you wanted all along.  There was no dinner…you wanted to feed upon me.”  Nick opened his shirt, and she could see his abs and hairless chest.  “How hungry are you, Sophia?”  His voice hoarse, but riddled with lust.  The very thing she wanted most of all. –



SA:   “Starving.” It all started with that ~word~. And then, everything would follow in a sudden collision, as everything truly came to be after that one singular, whispered out word was spoken. She always played her Game right – The Blind Reader, this woman with such an abnormal visage, abnormal characteristics and odd behaviour, this puzzle unable to be solved. She always played her Game just like it was supposed to be played, despite the vast majority of her victims never truly reaching this point of it – Truth be told, there were very few she actually fed off from their Lust, very few to invite over Dinner instead of devouring them right at the Tarot table. Very few who actually, truly impressed her? An arm extended upwards, satin gloved long digits playing with the pins which held white tresses in place only to remove them, letting those strands of pure snow cascade over her shoulders like an avalanche, waves and waves crashing against her shoulder blades and over her back, throwing the pins aside. Her azures made sure to burn and roam over each inch of his body, each small movement he made, each button he unhooked from his shirt. Sophia didn’t move from her spot, nor uttered another word. There was nothing else to be said, like a Tarot reading itself, when all the cards are flipped over, facing them. All the cards showing, finally, clear on the table for them to see. The Cards never lie and now, they were telling this man’s Faith, in the hands of the Reader, so skilfully crafting and shaping the thread of his Destiny. But this was a hunt, between two Predators, and she wouldn’t have it any other way – A fair fight, Predator to Predator, a War that was on the verge on starting right there, in the bedroom.


RB:  -The truth.  One word answered everything that Nick now believed.  This game she had played so well, was reaching the spectacular conclusion.  One that would see her reap the rewards for her efforts.  For a man that was facing his greatest threat, he showed a face that was actually happy.  There was no more need for words.  No more questions to be answered.  Her movements, like that of a skilled dancer, started them off.  All by the simple letting down of her hair.  A torrent of white tresses that tumbled down her back – the pins only scattering to the floor discarded.  In matching with her movements, he too began to peel away – at first with his shirt that simply fell to the floor, once he had withdrawn his arms from them one at a time.  The silk like black material abandoned.  As her eyes traversed his body, so too did Nick’s on hers.  The vampire reached out and pinched at the white fabric of her dress, the straps on her shoulders – and slowly he slid them down over the roundness of her shoulders….down her arms so that her beautiful breasts would be exposed to the chill of the night’s air.  His fingertips were rough against the soft silkiness of her skin.  Sheer, just as he had imagined it to be.  Nick was still the hunter, but he knew that there was always that one creature that could never be tamed.  His pants now sat low on his hips, the vampire exposed to Sophia’s hunger.   He was so close now, that she could feel his breath upon her skin.  His lips parted enough for her to see those dog teeth of his.  The suffering would end on his call.  “Feast…upon me.”


SA:  His shirt, fully removed, allowing his pale skin to be for her viewing pleasure only as one arm reached for him, slender digits trailing lightly along his chest. Those satin white gloved fingertips only moved to caress along each line of perfectly defined muscles of his chest as if tracing the lines of a sculpted masterpiece, creating small patterns along his skin. She felt his wandering him as it slid under the straps of her dress, slowly letting them fall over her shoulders, feeling the softness of her skin – velvet to the touch, feather-like. Head craned to the side only to take notice of this motion before both her hands moved to search for his, lacing digits together as she moved his hands at the back of her dress, up to the top, where the zipper started – It was then when he could actually feel the structure of her body, that almost anorexic physique of this woman as the zipper was strategically placed right in the middle of her body, following the line of her spine. It was straight down, allowing the dress to completely fall, sliding off her body once it would’ve been lowered. She maintained his hands there while hers moved upwards, back along his chest before removing her gloves, having those neatly done nails drag along his flesh. Gentle caress of a feather-like skin combined with sharp, short lived scratches, not enough pressure to draw blood yet enough to leave a small sting. Her lips, perpetually parted only slightly as her body moved almost by instinct against his, leaning in for a kiss, whether or not he would go for unzipping the white fabric which imprisoned her curves. ‘Feast?’ The words echoed through her mind allowing a Cheshire grin to spread over her alabaster features, right in that brief moment, before the kiss. Before the beginning of the end.


RB:  -It was truly a dance between two devils.  Each had their own desires and reasons for their behavior, and like a skilled chess player, Nick was not showing his true potential just yet.  Like a fool he could have rushed in madly, and given into her much sooner than he had, but he gave off the illusion that he was completely smitten by her attentions.  It was only when Nick had removed her white dress, and felt the edges of her spine jutting out of her lily white skin, did he truly realize that she was in fact wasting away before him.  Bones sticking out so far as to stretch the skin for all they were worth.  Nick’s fingers curled inwards after the touch as though seizing a small bird in the palm of his hand.  But those same fingers would be prized open by Sophia’s fingers, when brought back around. Interlocked them with her own.  Her free hand was now naked of the white satin glove, and so she started off, by scratching down Nick’s torso – not enough to draw blood, but more so to  arouse the Vampire into a state of being.  The vampire released a pent up growl, that had been building ever since their bodies came together.  Pressed flesh to flesh, and now she went in for the kill, but this was when the game turned slightly.  A twist that was to be unexpected.  As she leaned in for the kiss, his fingers ripped the zipper downward in such a fashion that it may well tear the fabric.  His dog teeth fully extended went to not just nip her bottom lip, but pull it back far enough that it may well cause a tear.  Nick snorted as the male started to show a sign of true dominance.  A fist full of the white fabric caught between his fingers, as he drew her even closer. –



SA:  Withering away’ was perhaps, indeed, the best term to describe the physical condition of this abnormal woman who truly fell in the cliché category of ‘flesh and bone’ and yet, something already dead cannot still be withering away – She believed that by now he had a couple of hints scattered here and there along their time together to understand the anomaly of her, he reasons why pieces of the puzzle refused to click together – But if he didn’t, she wouldn’t complain much. A meal was a meal, despite having a small disappointment in the outcome of it. For once, though, she was caught off-guard, so sure of her movement to go for the kiss that she did not notice when his hands moved back around her frame. Her body once pressed against the wooden door was now ever so roughly pulled towards his until there was no more room between their chest, torsos rubbing together. No room to breathe – not that she needed to – no room to actually create a distance between them anymore, neither physical nor mental. The board was set and the pawns each had their place on it. There was even a soft sound which escaped her, a sound he wouldn’t have heard before, to actually hear her surprised: A gasp into the rough tug of her form towards his only to feel and hear that zipper being pulled down, sliding along her frame – The dress parting in the middle behind her to reveal skin of alabaster so easily once camouflaged with the fabric of seminal chromatics; The prominent shoulder blades and spine and the natural curve of her body, as white fabric eventually slid all the way down to the floor with a small, barely audible dropping noise, rustling the air around them. It was then, when her bottom lip was tugged into the grasp of his sharp canines, that she reacted with a stifled growl of her own – a longing growl, a hungry growl as her arms went under his shoulders and at his back, pulling ~his~ form to ~hers~ while taking a step backwards to impact her own back against the door, once more, with quite the loud bang to it. Then and there, it happened for a similar motion to be performed, apparently coincidental – But he should know better than to consider this woman’s actions as mere coincidences by now – Meant to install a déjà-vu feeling into the man’s mind; One of her long, slender and now fully bare, beautiful legs came to coil around one of his, trailing the fabric of his trousers against her perfect flesh only to gently loop it around his hips. Provoking, yet inviting him more towards her. The Lion, letting its prey approach willingly.



RB: –  A meal is a meal that is true.  But who was to dine first?  It was that sound, the shock of surprise by the vampire’s boldness, that caught Sophia off guard and it was at this moment, that the Vampire completely turned the game on its head.  Oh she was quick to use her slender limbs to wrap around his leg to bring him in even closer, but this just served to make it all the more easier for him to do what he was about to.  Wraith or not, she was a woman.  A woman that hungered for the same nocturnal desires that all others did.  Hungry as she may be, there would be a part of her that wanted to be fed upon.  To be tasted, savored…and enjoyed.  When her body slammed hard against the door, with no room to move away, Nick started to slink down.  His nose prodding and his head flicking against her bare skin as he went down on one knee.  A hand moved her leg so that it was now draped over his shoulder.  Oh…she could still do that, it only made it easier for him.  Nick tore the rest of her dress away with his teeth, causing it to rip down the front as well as the back – exposing the sweetness that he searched for.  Her musk was intoxicating, and with one leg up, she was well and truly exposed to his ministrations.  At first, he ran his nose up between her swollen lips, before letting his long snake like tongue delve between her sensitive folds. Already her nectar could be tasted upon his waiting tongue, and he angled his head in a fashion that allowed him to open mouth kiss those same lower lips. His right hand snaked around to capture the ripe bare ass cheek that awaited him, and so this meant she would find it difficult to move without a lot of effort on her part.  If the lip nipping had been shocking, this was bound to bring out a cry of unadulterated pleasure from those sweet lips of hers.  The vampire’s head was now buried between her thighs, his tongue flicking in and out as he lapped at her richness of taste.  A rumble of dark pleasure was felt from his heaving chest. The feeding had begun.-



SA:  The feeding had begun indeed, seemingly for both of them – different styles, different methods and even completely antithetic connotations for the action or object of feeding. With the last bits of white fabric torn from her figure, Sophia was left completely naked, in front of him, showing yet another almost disturbing abnormality – There was Perfection. The notion which is considered impossible to reach was, at least at first glance, reached by her features – Her breasts, the perfect tear-drop shape, round and perky with a pair of pale pink nipples, erect in the cold air of the room in ruins; her abdomen, completely flat, having those prominent hipbones protruding against a thin layer of flesh; Her legs, long, slender, that small mound of flesh above her flesh neatly bald, smooth skin to the touch. The oddity which made her disturbing was that there was no blemish, no birthmark, nothing but a vast field of perfect alabaster flesh, as if she wasn’t born, bur created. As if her body was a living – but not quite – , breathing – but not really – sculpture or marble. There was one singular sign of a blemish, one that was almost impossible not to notice as it consisted in a scar, right in the middle of her chest, merely a couple of inches below the in-between of her breasts. A perfect, vertical scar which showed the precision of it doing and yet, a scar with a slight blackened edge to it. He didn’t seem to give it much importance, despite it being the only ‘normal’ thing in the perfect anomaly that she was – She felt him, lowering himself only to bring one of her legs upwards as it instinctually draped along his back, his breath trailing over her most sacred area, her very intimate sex and his tongue spreading those soft, smooth folds only to reach the fruit it was after. Another growl, rumbled along her throat as those azures came to jolt to the back of her head instantly while her neck snapped back. There was pleasure. But to her, it had a meaning beyond the Carnal itself – The Lust was what she fed on, the mere feeling of it rushing through your body – it fueled and made her chest heave in anticipation, longing for more. More and more until she would have been ready to ‘Feast’.



RB : -Our bodies speak in volumes that cannot be heard by the naked ear.  The slightest tremor from a quivering thigh, the sharp jerk of realization that one was being explored and tasted by a skilled lover.  Nick was not only paying attention to the sounds she uttered, but the way she moved.  And it was at this point, that Nick began to realize something.  While most women became a quaking mess at this sort of attention, Sophia was holding back.  Yes, she let the leg stay upon his shoulder, but there was no hand to guide his head further into what would be her sacred jewel.  With his mouth still wet from the lacquer she provided, the Vampire pushed her leg off his shoulder and started to rise slowly as though slinking up her form.  He had caught sight of her almost unnatural beauty on his travels down and up.  He did come to notice the vertical scar that was between those all too perfect breasts.  The only imperfection upon what was a clean slate. As they came face to face once more, she would be able to smell herself upon his nose and those same grey lips.  She was holding back, though reeling him in at the same time.  It was not her own pleasure that she sought.  It was his.  Her body was bait; the whole thing was a trap.  He stared her down as the jigsaw pieces all fell into place.  Nick’s eyes widened at the reality of this moment.  Always the predator, but this wicked girl had stacked the deck long before he sat down at her table.  “You don’t want an easy meal, do you?”  He’d been manipulated beautifully.  Without so much as a word from her.  How incredibly clever of her.  She may be standing before him naked, but she was dressed to kill.  He stared at those lips.  Should he kiss her one last time?  The silence was now deafening.-



SA:  There was no such thing as an ‘easy meal’ to her – To even utter those 2 words was offensive for her – She never wanted something easy. So, to see the man stop and, moreover, tell her that managed to irritate her yet not enough to move away. Her arms did remove themselves from the grip they had over his form, hands coming to place palms flat on the wooden surface behind her as they stood there, face to face. Her game; unmasked by him.  Her reward; recognized by him. “Of course not.” She mused out lightly, as those azure orbs burned deep within him with such coldness. Never blinking, always staring. “…But you knew that, the moment you stepped in.” And there it was, the Monster revealing itself to the man as a sardonic grin allowed those scarlet lips to curl upwards by their corners. Slowly, she moved her back away from the door, steps followed by that soft clicking of her heels against the floor motioning her across the upstairs, all the way to the edge of the bed. “And you don’t seek an easy meal, either – It’s why you’ve accepted my Dinner invitation which, mind you, was just that – an invitation left to your free will to accept or decline.” With that, her body propped up to sit by the edge of the bed, hands holding onto the sheets as her legs crossed, left over right, offering a gaze his way. “You knew what you were getting to, the moment you asked your question at the table… And furthermore, it’s what ~you~ want. You don’t want an easy task – You seek the thrill. The suspense and the climax. You seek what lies beyond a mortal’s capacity of grasping meaning to certain things. Which is what I am able to offer you.” Pause. One of her hands patting the spot next to her onto the bed. “…you see, Nick. I didn’t seek you out, no – You’ve sought me, from the beginning.”

A Royal affair – Fable of Swords.


“A Royal Affair”

Approaching one of the balcony’s of the grand stone building, Lady Dominique now had a perfect viewing platform for the great castle of the King. As the breeze teased her red curls, that fell down off her shoulder, she let out a soft sigh. The King was up there, probably in his grand chamber. No doubt surrounded by his adored children. The Prince and Princess. Already she had seen those in the streets and in some of the grander houses sporting black garb. It was like they couldn’t wait for the King to take his final breath. It actually sickened her to the core. Dominique knew how much the King loved colours. She could remember his voice, as though he was standing in behind her now. Resting his hand on her shoulder so that she might clasp her hand over the top of it. One of those private moments, that she held deep within her heart. Their relationship would cause massive scandals if it were to be revealed. Of course, all believed him to be a good and devout King, and he was….he just had a taste for red heads, and one in particular. Dominique dragged her fingers along the harsh surface of the stone railing as she kept thinking of him. What made her heart ache even more was…he had not called for her. Why? The bastard child of his brother, his niece….his lover. That is what she was, though to society she was regarded as a business woman and a lady of great wealth. Oh, the King did help start her off, but she discovered the ability on which to read people. To seek out those that could only enhance her wealth and stature. Now she had enough gold, enough houses to rival any Duchess or Baroness. Her dead husband gave her nothing but a name. She had bore no children, and probably never would. There were secret desires to carry the King’s child, but she knew that any child that was of his name, would be a bastard and most likely killed by the Prince.

Since her husband’s untimely death, Dominique had a line of suitors a mile long. For one, her beauty was well spoken of, not to mention her vast wealth and connections. She should be happy to receive tributes and proposals daily, but alas she was not. Dominique couldn’t bring herself to love another man. The King had her heart from the moment he bedded her and stole her virginity. What would her cousin, the Princess have to say about that? Thankfully, neither of her cousins knew. Both the King and Dominique were careful to hide their affair from prying eyes. The only one that knew, was Tim – her man servant. A eunuch that she had bought on a trip to the east. He had served her faithfully and loyally as she treated him with a respect she held for few men. He was more than a slave, more than an adviser. Tim was her eyes and ears beyond the Market walls. The juicy tit bits that he brought back to whisper into her ear, was worth its weight in gold, and helped her to manipulate certain situations, that might turn scandalous, if she had not gotten involved. Everyone had a price, and Dominique was more than willing to buy a few souls in order for her to gain more power and influence. A human she may be, but a devious and crafty one at that.

But what is wealth when the one thing you want most so desperately, lay just out of your reach? Green eyes filled with sadness as she stared up at the black flags that had taken over from the royal crest. Another sign that the King was dying.

“I should be there.” Her voice wistful and full of regret.

“My Lady, if you were would you be able to mask your true feelings from prying eyes. The royals are not stupid.”

Tim came up behind his Mistress and looked upon her fondly. Her soft silken dress lifting and dancing in the breeze like gossamer wings. A beauty standing in her ivory tower – ever longing for what she can’t have. Tim exhaled softly as his Mistress gave no response. She was thinking….she was always thinking. Lady Dominique patted the stone rail, then turned towards her man servant. His heart near stopped a beat to see that she had tears in her eyes. Lady Dominique De Shay never cried. Not even on news of the death of her husband. That time….she laughed. Odd how emotions react in such strange ways.

“I envy them, Tim. They are probably sitting on his bed right now, taking his hand. Listening to his words.” Dominique’s head shook slightly as she reached up and wiped away a single falling tear. Rare was it to see this soft underbelly, from what was a ruthless business woman. It was just then as she realized what she had said, that she suddenly grit her teeth. Sadness quickly changing to anger. Her eyes were still cast down, but her small hands were curling into fists.

“So swear it if he dies before I get to tell him I love him …..” Her words trailed off as Tim reached out to touch her arm, to try and help her through this. Dominique pulled away and snarled. “…their house…will be cursed.” Did Dominique even have it in her power to do such a thing? Tim drew his hand back and bowed his head as Dominique turned her head back to the direction of the castle. Lady Domi raised her head proudly, her chest swelling as she strengthened her resolve.

“I may be a bastard child…but I was loved by a King.”



Ruby – Part Five : SS.



Sharing his knowledge, Valmont wanted to show Ruby a world that he was from.  He was trying to invoke memories, that may help her remember her past life, and who she really was.

Scene setting: The Embassy of Hell : Seven sins series.

Co-written with Zu.


Zu:  Ruby took the arm offered to her, and the both of them went their way to the training room. It had been awhile since Ruby used her weapons against someone, but she had a feeling there would be no killing involved. In a way, Ruby was disappointed but it was just her nature for a long time; not killing would go against that very nature. She saw the… whatever that was that Valmont took from Nicholas, and it may be the thing that she’d use to talk to others. Ruby didn’t mind, but when she thought about it, wasn’t it that thing that others used to make words? She didn’t know how those things worked, but she’d learn very soon. She placed her hood back over herself, almost as if to calm herself down.


Razorbackwriter:  With Zachary and Nicholas both set tasks to do, this meant that the Ambassador was able to escort Ruby freely to the training room. The incubus had taken from Ruby’s expression and demeanor that she was uncomfortable with all the fuss of the sudden arrival of staff. It was something that she might have to get used to if she had any plans on staying at the embassy on a more permanent basis. Taking his arm and placing the hood back over herself, the crimson hooded girl now seemed to be more at ease just in Valmont’s company. With the board and chalk in one hand and Ruby on the arm, he escorted her through to the next corridor and down a passage.

“This room does not get used much. Training is something that only happens in a time of war and thankfully the last war was pretty much over before it started.” The doors would be opened by two guardians and this allowed Valmont to walk Ruby through without trouble or letting her go.

On arriving inside, Ruby would find herself in a large expansive room with coloured floor mats that criss crossed the marble floor, and on every side wall there was armaments from across each and every kingdom. A sample selection of the very weapons used by each creed of Sin. There was also suits of armor and mock battlements set up for practice runs. It was a very odd set up for an indoor arena. Which is exactly what it was.

The doors were closed behind them and this was when Valmont turned to Ruby.

“Show me your sword, and just how you wield it.”

She may not be able to have the gift of speech, but he wanted to see just what kind of warrior lay beneath the ruby coloured hood.



Zu:  Ruby was glad that the others were gone, it made her feel more comfortable to deal with just one person rather than a group. Even since they expressed themselves to one another, not even a day ago, Ruby had gotten very comfortable with Valmont. He understood her in a way others wouldn’t try, or couldn’t. He gave her a place to stay, and a good sense of companionship. The two guardians gave her no trouble, and she had hoped not either. Ruby looked around the new room they were in. She had never been in a training room before, and knowing that they’d be alone, she let down her hood to once again show her face. She looked a bit amazed, but not as overjoyed as once would suspect.

She looked at Valmont, who now addressed to her and her weapon. He called it a sword, but it wasn’t really a sword. Ruby knew what it was, and she wouldn’t be able to say what it actually was. Still, in Ruby’s world, seeing was much easier than talking about it. She pulled it out and with a flick of her wrist, it popped open in it’s full length. Her scythe was taller than her, almost twice as tall, but she seemed to wield it with ease. She looked at Valmont and put it to her side, standing up, wondering what he wanted her to do next.


Razorbackwriter:  The weapon that Ruby unsheathed was larger than when he remembered seeing it up at the Isolated cliff. Interesting that this was the choice of weapon for a petite girl in a hood. Not one that those she faced would expect either. He remembered that she drew on it when she was afraid, or intimidated. This left the Ambassador to wonder if she used it out of a love for the weapon, or solely as a source of defense. Ruby had drawn her hood back as well, when she was in Valmont’s company. Again observations about this girl were starting to paint a picture of one that was both insecure and afraid in this place – Hell. Someone went to a lot of trouble to stitch up her mouth and then leave her here.

The girl handled the scythe with relative ease, considering its size and presumed weight. She had a natural and fluid ability to wield it as though she was incredible experienced in its used. A scythe is more commonly owned by a reaper, or at least that is what Valmont had thought before now. But Ruby wasn’t a reaper of souls? Was she?

“Very impressive, I must say.” The Ambassador gave her an encouraging smile to see how well she handled the long scythe. He had no intention of trying to disarm her, or cause her reason to take fright. Valmont had been careful as not to be impulsive or reactionary. There was simply no need. Too much too soon might be detrimental to their very new friendship.

“I can now see that you are more than capable of using it. Though the physics are astounding considering its size.” By this he meant that it was almost twice her height and yet she moved it effortlessly. “Thank you for showing me Ruby.”The training room was probably the best open area in which to have a demonstration of her weapon safely. The Ambassador then explained more about the room. “Here, we have all the different types of weapons commonly used by the different Kingdoms of Hell. Each donated by the reigning monarch of the time. Fascinating, if you like museum pieces.” What the Ambassador meant by this was that few if any of them were used. It was more for studying and understanding how each kingdom went about warfare, which was common place.

Remembering the chalk board and the chalk that Nicholas had acquired, Valmont took them out and then he wrote a simple letter V on the chalk board. V standing for Valmont. It was written in a cursive style and the Ambassador showed the board to Ruby. He was hopeful that the girl might understand. This being the first opportunity he had to try and teach her.

“This is the letter V.” He then pointed to himself and said his name. “Valmont.” Once again he pointed at the chalk board and back to himself. “V.” He took out a small cloth and erased the V, replacing it with an R. Valmont turned the board towards Ruby and said. “This…is an R. R…for Ruby.”

The Ambassador offered the board and chalk to Ruby as a gift.



Zu:  Ruby felt a bit of happiness and warm in her cold body when Valmont gave her that genuine smile, she even grew a bit transparent by that. It had been awhile since she’s gone transparent, but so far nothing happened yet. She kept it out until Valmont thanked her for the demonstration. She put it away just as effectively as she had taken it out, focusing back on Valmont who was giving her a bit of a history lesson on the weapons in the room. This was an entire different culture she was not exposed to. Throughout her time here in Hell, Ruby only knew a few things; death, blood and loneliness. She was a killer, after all, so there was no time for friends. Before now, Ruby didn’t care about anything besides what she already knew. Now, with Valmont’s kindness, she became more open and especially with Valmont, more than with anyone else. Ruby was right behind Valmont, watching him explain about the weapons.

The subject now turned to the chalkboard and chalk, which was given to Valmont by Nicholas. This was the thing used for this “communication” that seemed absolutely necessary. She didn’t know why it was that way, but if that was part of Valmont’s world then she might as well get used to it. She stared at the board, seeing the smooth movements of the chalk running along the blank space. It amazed her, and after Valmont was done, she took it with the up-most quickness and started out trying to do what he did. It seemed the board and chalk too all her attention.


Razorbackwriter:  Valmont was more than just curious to see how Ruby took to writing on the chalk board. He wanted to see how she held the chalk between her fingers, the way she poised the tip before starting to make sweeping strokes. The ambassador was of course rewarded almost immediately, when Ruby took to the first attempt with a flourish that had him smiling effortlessly. The girl had taken to the task so well that all her attention was now focused on the small chalk board and the way she used the chalk to make lettering like Valmont had done.

“You are a natural, Ruby.”

The Ambassador brought his hands together before him, interlocking his gloved fingers as he watched her with a growing enthusiasm. He had never envisioned himself as any sort of teacher before, but then again he had not been challenged to teach a girl to communicate. Though in a way, they already had a bond that was beyond the need for speech. Valmont was finding himself more and more at ease with the girl, and not in the least bit acting out in his nature. It was something of a relief. Unusual though.

Ruby may well wonder why writing was considered such an important form of communication. Valmont saw it as more than just communicating however. It was a way in which many were able to learn about the past, their histories as so written by scholar and men of great learning. From the simplest of drawings on rock walls, to the many tomes that filled the great libraries, it was an integral part of civilization.

The ambassador would wait silently for Ruby to finish with her chalk board, before deciding to extend the tour to the great library of the Embassy. It was a place that held thousands upon thousands of books. The answers to many a question lay within the walls and naturally it was a place that Valmont frequented when he had the chance. Now he had another reason to go there. In a way this was a manner of sharing himself with the hooded girl. Spending this quality time and embarking on a friendship that he hadn’t realized up till this point that he actually needed. He felt a closeness to Ruby that was hard to describe.

“Would you like to see where the books are kept?” He asked, knowing that the training room would be boring to her now.




Zu:  Ruby didn’t write the typical way, but instead used her whole hand to move the chalk. It would be a long while before she could actually use it the way others did. Ruby did try doing it like Valmont, only for the chalk to slip out of her hands. She picked it up quickly, before it even had a chance to fall to the ground. She may not have been a writer, but being a warrior until now, she had the reactions of one. She “gave up”, in the sense that she’d try again later when she was away from Valmont, which probably wouldn’t be likely as she would most likely stay by his side the entire time. When asked to see some books, Ruby just agreed with a nod of her head. Ruby put the chalk in it’s proper place, and the board around her neck as they continued through the Embassy.

Ruby was brought to a place where books rested until it was their time to be used. Ruby looked a bit anxious when seeing the monstrous amount of books in one place. She’s seen something like this before, but not to this degree. Words were in these, just like on the chalkboard. Ruby wondered, would she be able to write books for Valmont? In less than a day, Ruby was doing and thinking things that never crossed her mind; Ruby never saw herself as more than what she was before her meeting with Valmont. A tool only to be used for killing, now brought into another world.


Razorbackwriter:  The library was a darkened hall that had all the curtains drawn and the shutters over the windows. No natural light was allowed in, and the only illumination came from either lit candles or small reading lamps that could be found on tables that dotted the interior. The surrounding walls were filled with books, and the way to reach many was to scale ladders that ran along on coasters at the bottom. Fed into tracks, they could go as far as ten metres, before you would need to scale another ladder.

Valmont walked along now with his gloved hands behind his back – the back of his right hand slapping the left in a fluid motion. His body was fairly rigid and he had an air about him. It was natural to him, as he thought that slouching was a form of being lazy in one’s self. When he regarded Ruby once again, he noted a look on her face that showed anxiety. Was the library too much for her? Or did she think that the ambassador was going to try and get her to write great novels, after only just giving her a board and chalk just a short time before. Valmont acted quickly to allay her fears.

“Ruby, fear not. This is just a place that I enjoy a quiet moment, to reflect and also to learn. I wouldn’t try to get you to write long stories like the ones in the books.”

He had hoped that his explanation would suffice and that she could go back to being relaxed in his company. They truly were very different, and Valmont was doing his utmost to ensure that he did not upset the girl. This in itself was unusual, since he was having to suppress his own natural feelings and urges. Valmont had managed it when he had to meet with female royals before. But this was different. The ambassador felt this overwhelming sense of responsibility for the girl’s well being. Almost father like with a child. It was all very new to him too.

Valmont stopped and thought for a moment. There was one place he could show her, that would give them a way to interact on a level that required no words at all.

“Have you ever danced?” Valmont was thinking of taking her into the grand ballroom, where parties were hosted for dignitaries. It was a short walk from the library.



Zu:  She was told not to fear, and that she wouldn’t be writing much outside what was around her neck. This made her look comfortable, but she was actually a bit sad. It might have been a scary thought to Ruby, yet she would have loved to try it if it would please Valmont. If she could, Ruby would have the cutest smile on her face. Truly an innocent soul, despite her abnormalities and her current state in Hell as a killer. As they were speaking, Ruby saw herself becoming transparent when her hands went missing. Unlike many times before, this actually didn’t matter to her. Ruby’s focus was so much on Valmont, nothing else mattered at the moment. Ruby didn’t realize it yet, but she had developed the most intense relationship with Valmont. He was something Ruby couldn’t have, a friend. Someone who wouldn’t turn their back on her, someone who saw her as more than just a killer. It was the only thing Ruby ever wanted.

Valmont asked for this… dance. Ruby never heard of that, it must have been something only fancy people in Hell do. It did interest her, so with a nod of her head, she agreed and stood next to Valmont, following his lead. She began to become visible again, in her hands at least, as it was the only thing that turned transparent. She clung onto Valmont’s arm as they walked, her eyes showing her daydreaming on this… dance.


Razorbackwriter:  Down a long corridor that was just off the library, was the grand ballroom. This room was kept locked for most of the time as the hallowed hall was filled with treasured art and of course a massive chandelier. There were columns along the sides of the hall made from marble, that went all the way up to painted ceilings. Murals featured many of the previous Princes of Hell – a testimony to their leadership. The Ambassador paused a moment to take out a golden key and placed it into the lock, turning it so as to show Ruby the wonder of the ballroom.

Ruby’s easy acceptance to follow along gave Valmont hope that this was something she might like to enjoy. The doors swung open with ease, to give both the Ambassador a sight that would captivate. The ambassador looked down at Ruby, who was clutching his arm tightly. He couldn’t help but feel a touch of pride that he somehow had made her feel good about all this splendor.

A servant came in behind the pair, and bowed low.

“Shall I put on some music, Ambassador?’

“Yes, Gregory. If you would be so kind.”

The servant snapped his heels together and then strutted across the floor to where there was a beautiful phonograph. There was a stack of old records on a table beside it, and the servant carefully took one out of its sheath and placed it on the turn table. Lowering the stylus arm, after giving it a good crank, a soft waltz began to play. The sound was of course carried by the vast expanse of space within the hall. Valmont reached for Ruby’s hand and led her to the center of the room. Watching them, the servant took his cue to leave and this meant the Ambassador was alone with his charge.

“And this….is how we dance.”

Placing his right arm around her waist, Valmont took her right hand with his left, and then slowly began to make steps to lead her into a waltz. The music provided the perfect mood and tempo, and the Ambassador lifted his head back, speaking an incantation that had the chandelier erupt with a dazzling light. Around and around, the Ambassador would lead Ruby on this magical dance. If this had been the first time that she had experienced this, it may well give her a new found joy. The Ambassador was attentive to her needs, and he kept his eyes focused on hers as he danced her around the room.


The Captain and Xzilia – Part Three.


This is the third part in “The Captain and Xzilia” story, written with dreamcircle125 of WordPress.

(Please be advised, this part contains adult content and reader discretion is advised.)

DC:   Shut down, face red, the question made her want to squirm and squirm she did. She opened her mouth to say something, it should have been obvious from most of her actions. They only way she was able to be this romantic was time travel, able to meet the infamous Romeo and Juliet. Looking up at him she tried a steady answer without stutter, but it was almost too hard.
“W-why ask me such a silly question?”  She maneuvered herself to sit on her knees so she look at him a little better. She was nervous that he would do something, but still trusted him enough to stay in the tub.
RB-  But it wasn’t a silly question and she knew it.  Her stammering showed more nerves, though she was trying to play this off as a trivial matter.  Louis couldn’t be more serious.  Watching her change her position, so she was now facing him – she could watch for his reaction, and he let out a sigh. Simply leaning back he regarded her with what could be described as a fond look.
“Because I want to know the answer.”
Louis rested his arms on the sides of the tub and just stared at her.  He was not about to make any rash movements unless he was sure about this.  If he had any intent to take her right then and there, it all depended on what she said.
“I already have a pretty good idea.”
DC:   “I am a virgin, I have been for 5 billion years.” She felt so embarrassed telling a secret that has been hidden for years. But for some reason she felt he would understand, aside from some teasing along the way, she felt she could open up to him privately. Her brown eyes looked at him now, what was he going to do.
“Oh wait! Are you a virgin too?” If he was going to know she wanted to too. She expected either a yes I am or a no, therefore she would probably be collided with that little thing called curious jealousy.
RB-  Louis’s eyebrows practically shot up into his scalp.  It was not the fact that she was a virgin, but the fact she had been one for such a long…long time.  How does a man respond to that?  Her question though had him burst out laughing in surprise.  Did she just ask what he thought she did?  The water in the bath rocked and sloshed out the sides as he slapped the side of the tub.  
“No…no I am not one.  Lost mine so long ago, that I can’t even remember how it happened.”  And that was the truth.  A few more chuckles came as his body shook from it.  He wiped a tear away at the comical side of the whole thing.  Here she was, naked as they came – opening up to him, and he had the gaul to laugh about it.  They say that comedy is always good in a tense situation.  Did it matter really if he wasn’t?  He was a man of the sea, and a vampire to boot.  Sex was completely natural for him.  
“You’re not going to go storming off now, are you?”  He did wonder if she would take offense at his behavior, but seriously, could you blame him for not being amused.
DC:   Oh, what was funny about an honest question? She expected him to say no, but laughing about it made the question seem foolish to ask. And storming off would be pointless, he would be able to find her easily now that they were connected. She looked down to think, she wouldn’t feel special to him like he would to her. That was lost a long time ago. But there were other ways of making that occasion special for them both, luckily it wont happen anytime soon. She looked back at him and giggled along before kissing him sweetly.
“The water is chilly and we look like prunes, why don’t we get out?” She said, pulling her zombified fingers from the water and wiggling them some. She giggled at the thought of zombies before she climbed her rump outta the tub.
RB-  Xzilia appeared not to take offense to his laughter, but if she had, the girl had a good way of hiding it.  Watching on, Louis remained in the tub, as Xzilia went to hop out.  Water tumbling off her backside as she stepped out, one leg at a time.  “There is a towel to the right.” Louis gestured towards a rack that had a couple of large bath sheets on it.  He gave her a minute, before he too rose up out of the water.  If she bothered to turn around, Xzilia might notice the many battle scars that lined his body.  Like a weird road map of red lines and sweeping curves.  He’d been in many sword fights, and a few gun battles – but that was a story or two for another time.
Louis walked up beside Xzilia, dripping on the floor as he reached for a towel of his own.  The Captain wrapped it around his hips and tied it off, as he watched Xzilia dry herself off.  He had some very dark and tempting thoughts on what he could do to her, but she was giving off signals that she was not at all ready.  He knew though that when she was….she would be begging for it.  This thought alone gave him reason to smile.  She had admitted her love for him, but was not ready to give herself over to him in body just yet.
DC: She felt him behind her and smiled, wrapping the towel around her slim body. Turning around she looked up at him and tilted her head. This is what she was ready for and when her hand reached for his face the city alarms went off, bursting her unaware eardrums.
“Looks like your needed on the sea, would you like me to dress and teleport you?” She asked as she grabbed her wet clothes that still lay upon the ground. She then turned around and kissed his cheek for a small ‘Come home safe’ gift. 
RB- It was unexpected that the moment would be interrupted by the blasting of the city alarms.  Seriously, they had just beaten a french vessel that was outside the harbor, and now something else was causing panic within the city.  Was this to be a common theme in this realm of hers?  He wasn’t exactly dressed and ready for battle, since he had just stepped out of the bath.  Xzilia offered to dress him, which made him smile widely, till he realized that she meant to zap dry clothes on his and then teleport him right off to the scene of the action taking place.
Louis simply let the towel fall from around his hips and said proudly.
“Be my guest, love.”
DC:   She walked over and had some clothes appear on a near stool. Grabbing his underwear and pants she turned to him, steeling her nerves for something romantic.
“You will need to work with me so we can do this efficiently.” She said holding up undergarments with a giggle as she peeked around him. She wasn’t blushing this time, but seemed to enjoy the thought of dressing her lover.
She bent down and helped him put on underwear and pulling them up, pants went on the same way yet they clung more to his damp skin. Getting those troublesome things on made her laugh and she grabbed his shirt. Pulling it over his head she had him pull his arms through and she pulled it over his scarred body. She had always noticed the scars, but in his line of work as long as he didn’t come back with new ones she was happy. Hefting up his heavy coat she helped him put it on before walking in front.
“I never seen you so handsome dressing as a pirate.”
RB-  The Captain held himself at the ready, a sly smirk on his face since Xzilia was actually going to dress him…physically.  Not by using some sort of magical trick.  Being hands on gave him the opportunity to allow her to touch him in a very sensual way.  The girl was not blushing, though he could hear that she was enjoying this through the tone of her voice.  Louis stepped into the underwear and then the pants as he allowed her to drag them up his legs, till he used his own hands to tie them up.  The shirt was funny, since his torso was still damp from the bath.  She could have at least patted him down with the towel, but she was a bit rushed to get him covered.  Once he had threaded the coat on his arms, he rolled his shoulders so that the coat sat correctly, and he was once again looking very much like his pirate self.
“Shh….don’t go saying that.  All the wenches won’t be able to keep their grubby mits off me.”  He winked at her after saying this, so she knew it was totally in jest.  Picking up his sword belt, he threaded it on while the city alarms continued to rage.
“I’ll get there under my own steam, love.  You just…go do what you have to do.”  He wasn’t sure if she had to attend to a town council over the latest danger to befall them, but he was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to be fighting alongside him. 
Grabbing his hat, he slapped it on his head, before marching out the door, and off to the scene of chaos.
DC:   She smirked; those other women would have to face a wraith unmatched by any other. She wouldn’t allow another woman to touch him like she touches him, the thoughts of their destruction raced as she held his hat for him. Then he told her to do what she had to do, well she may only be dressed in a towel but she planned on going with him. This wasn’t just some normal siren it was the black alarm, meaning there was a massive fleet on the horizon.
When he left she swirled her clothes into a feisty outfit of her own, she may not be fighting on the sea but with a fleet of men coming the port is not the only area they will attack. As Louis went to the port the city was in chaos, not at all panicking but preparing for a battle. Women took up battle gear and bows while most the men rushed to the port to man their ships. Louis was not going to be the only man on the sea, he was going to command the entire city this time.
Having the women follow, Xzilia lead them up the winding mountains and commanded groups to get into position. She went to her lone outpost and watched the hundreds of ships nearing the city. In one motion of her arms lifting a storm of shadows rose above as of to manipulate her as a giant. She shouted loudly, a battle cry and warning to the incoming boats.
“You will die again today! Let our wraith impale your souls!” And she laughed her giant self, unable to attack but making a impressive defense.


RB- Scores of men, women and even children dressed in clothes from armor to rags came out from each and every house and building in the town.  Louis was surprised to learn that this was not some one off incident, but that the town had had to fight for its independence more than once.  A fighting spirit that roared to the fore, with Xzilia leading many out in front.  This was not just to be a war of the water, but of the land, and also the sky.  Looking back, Louis was proud to see that Xzilia was now dressed for war.  Her clothing was tight fitting but you could see she moved in it freely.  A swelling of pride for this woman rose in his chest, and it made him all the more determined to fight off those invaders that set to conquer the land. 
Bowmen and women lined the hills, while closer to the docks, great catapults were brought in to range, being dragged in by massive beasts of burden.  Their roars met with the sounds of squawks from the sky.  Giant eagles ridden by riders that had leather saddles on their backs formed attack squadrons.  The sight being an ominous one, as the array of supernatural beings was simply staggering.  Louis should have known that this town was special for a reason, aside from just Xzilia herself.  
Up on the ridge, Louis took out his eye glass and surveyed the oncoming of hundreds of ships.  The French vessel had to have been a scout, and with the fire of that ship still smoldering on the horizon, this was the response – a full on invasion force.
Hearing the roar of what sounded like a giant, Louis turned and tilted his head back to see what was a giant clone of Xzilia.  A sheer mountain of a woman, and her voice carried out far beyond the waves.  The Vampire pirate had to admit it, she was impressive when most fierce.  The Pirate drew his sword, and hollered.
“Defeat the enemy…in Xzilia’s name!”
DC:   Upon Louis’s ship is his trusted crew and Louana, still wrapped in bandages but not getting a day off because she was injured. In fact even the crewmates that were injured were there too prepping the boat. Louana gripped the wheel as the captain boarded and the men dropped the sails for them to burst from the port first. They were the captains boat after all, they needed to be ahead of all the others.
Out the port hole they went, followed by boats of all sizes, 60 boats to the enemies 100+. Looking at the whole fleet coming at them they noticed they had six massive war boats and they could only get one. Scales felt tipped but nothing they never went against before.  The cities people were all behind Louis and all awaited orders as they neared the ships. Louana looked at her captain steadily. 
“Congratulations sir, this will be your first battle. You are Captain of the Seven Sea City!” She raised her fist and the songs roared long and far behind them. Everyone cheered a sailors song ready for battle.
RB- The crew of the Devil’s Mistress had barely had the time to get their injuries seen too, and this included Louana, who was at the Captain’s side once more.  The hair on the back of his neck bristled, when he heard her voice.  Not at what she was saying, but the fact that he knew of Xzilia’s jealousy of the woman – her actions when they had landed earlier, earning Louis a right problem with the woman he truly loved.  But that all had to be put behind them, or swept under the rug for now, since they had a great enemy to face.  Though the city had come out in full support of Louis and his fleet, they were still outnumbered.  It didn’t take much to see, that they were going to need their land forces to help win this battle – not just rely on the ships alone.
Louana’s cry to get the crews all to roar in unison in a showing of support drew only a slight upward head tilt from the Captain.  No, this was not the time for moving speeches, it was a time for action.
“Full sail….all ships.  Full sail!”  Louis roared, as the sails of the Devil’s Mistress and all other ships released their sails to capture the wind being blown down from the mountains.  As though the God’s themselves wished to blow the ships out into the face of the battle.  The crews of each ship ran up and down, tying off ropes and securing the cannons, for when they came to the thick of the fight.
Standing with Louana at the helm, the Captain had his sword pointed at the floor, watching the oncoming armada as the two sides raced to fight each other across the blue of the sea.  If the humans thought they could wipe the supernaturals off the map, with this form of attack, they were gravely mistaken.
The Devil’s Mistress spirited to the front of the pack, since she was the largest ship in the fleet.  Colours raised in a declaration of war…and it was to be fought to the bitter end.
DC:   The next thing that happened was a roar of cannon fire from miles away; they were sending heavy shots to rain down. At first there was nothing in the sky then tiny black dots appeared and Louana calculated the impact points and steered away. Large splashes sprayed the crew and the ship rocked and creaked. She weaved through the area while a few other ships may have gotten nicked by the fire, they were untouched.
Flipping up her eye patch she scanned the ships and turned to her captain with a report. 
“The whole front line are rammers, they put smaller and faster flanking ships behind them while the heavy hitters range further behind. Most of the men are being picked off by the marksmen on the ridge but we will still have a handful.” She speculated they would only get so far by being this far ahead but eventually they would have to fall back into the crowd of boat behind them. 
Another round of heavy shots as they grew closer and she once again weaved through without a scratch. Eyeing the interlocking rammers she awaited captain’s orders.
RB-  The ship turned suddenly as the whistling sound of incoming cannonball fire alerted all to ready the guns in retaliation.  The battle had truly begun, and with the large splashes of the first few cannonballs hitting the water and not the ship, it wouldn’t be long before they began to hit their targets.  The Captain held steady in light of the fast turning ship.  Louana’s skill at the wheel was now more important than ever before.  
Joining her, in looking to see what the front offensive was made up of with his eye glass raised, he frowned to see they were rammers.  On the opposing fleets, the arrows being fired from land were picking off the odd few, but not enough were being felled to make any real dent in their defenses.  Louis closed his eyeglass with one swift movement of his hand and rammed it back into his hip holster. 
More heavy cannon fire again missed their mark, but they couldn’t outrun it forever.  
“Forward guns….aim!”
The order coming from the Captain as he took off down from the helm, leaving Louana to continue to steer the ship on its set course to take on the rammers.  If it was a full on confrontation they wanted, then that is what they would get.
With the gunners poised and ready, the Captain sliced his sword through the air to give the signal.
Loud explosions rang out from the Devil and other forward baring ships, as they rained down multiple shots against the approaching rammers.  Fighting fire with fire was the best option given to them.  The Captain’s hat blew off his head as he ran to the front of the ship, seeing a few of their cannonballs smash through the masts of the lead ships.  Sail was already collapsing on two, and this was a good start, if they could blind them from seeing where they were going.
DC:   From the wheel Louana felt the jolt of cannons fire. It rumbled her chest as every ship followed suit. The righteous sounds of battle had begun. Then the next cannon fire didn’t come from the front but to the right of the Mistress as the ridge began to get blasted to pieces by two massive War ships.
Xzilia’s shadow giant was able to slim the possibilities of death but there were many injured. A roar broke out as the guardian swarmed the boats with balls of shadow souls. Now blindly firing at the ridge caused for more havoc, but the marksmen clearly saw their targets.
Louana only gave a brief glance in their direction before she made a sharp turn away from some new kind of shot. They began firing cannonballs tied with massive chain nets, only the war boats could handle these. She had a much harder time maneuvering around these, the wheel spinning wildly as they looked like a deadly sea serpent.
And then they were hit, the back of the boat was clipped and tore a great chunk out. What a shot that was as Louana rose from covering her head and whipped her head angrily towards the hole. 
“You son of a bitch!” She stamped her foot and stared on towards the rammers as the rammers were being bombarded with repeated cannon fire.
RB – The sheer number of cannonballs being fired, and from the different directions meant that the Devil’s Mistress was at the risk of succumbing to the attack, which now included massive chain nets attached to the cannon balls.  This alone was unexpected, and as the Devil was getting pummelled, it was clear that if relief from other ships did not come fast, that the ship may well find itself sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
All around there was chaos and carnage.  Dying men screaming out in terror and pain, while the Captain narrowly missed being speared by a large piece of timber that had sheered off one of the other ships.  
Then it happened, a large chunk of the back of the ship was clipped and it tore a massive hole into the back end that was enough to have it start to take on vast amounts of sea water.  Cabin after cabin was becoming flooded, and it was all happening so fast that it gave the crew little time to react.  No matter what Louana did at the wheel, it was clear that the ship was lost.
“ABANDON SHIP!”  The Captain roared at his crew.  The law of the sea was that the Captain went down with his ship, but he couldn’t see his crew, or what was left of them suffer the same fate as he.
Louis raised his head to where Louana was standing and bellowed.  “That goes for you too!”  He made a run up towards the helm when a cannon ball ripped out of nowhere, and blew him right off the boat.
DC:  “LOUIS!!” Louana screamed, releasing the wheel and looking over the edge of the sinking ship. She watched the crew abandon their positions and this made her extremely angry. “What cowards!!” She shouted going back to the wheel as her eyes grew as blue as the deep sea.
“I am Louana, Siren of the Sea. Creatures below listen to me. Rise to the surface with teeth bared, don’t let those ships pass even if they dared!” She sang her song and slowly the sea grew oddly still. For the first few moments nothing happened and then from the center of the battalion rose a Kraken. It roared its loyalty as massive tentacles smashed the war boats.
The enemies screamed in terror and the city folk cheered, Louana had gotten pissed. The Devils Mistress, although torn to bits, now rose up as a safety boat for the crew to sit on. She would not be sailing into battle anymore as the other ships raced passed into the battle.
Walking to the where Louis had fallen in Louana had a decision to make, assume her Captain was dead or jump in and look for him. She decided to go look for him and over the edge she dived.
On the ridge Xzilia witnessed everything and fear grew in her. She wanted to go to him but was distracted by the incoming troops climbing their way up the sides. Most of them made it passed the defense and went to attack her with swords and guns; she only raised her scythe from the ground and cut off their heads, feeding on their blood. This is what they get for sinking her lovers ship, not a survivor was allowed to pass into the city nor run in terror back to their homeland. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of the impossible, could he really have died?
RB- Hell hath no fury like a woman, and the sea being hers to command, it raised up the mightiest of its creatures to go into battle as the Captain of the Devil’s Mistress was slowly sinking below the waves.  Was this the way it was meant to end?  His black, silver hair was floating about him as his face showed a youth and serenity that it had not featured in years.  Above the waves, the glow of fire and shadows of passing ships, only caused to blanket the Captain from easy view.  That and the many creatures that had come to Louana’s call had swum and swirled past the drowning Captain.
While the Devil’s Mistress was now bobbing back on the surface, and the remaining crew were scurrying to board it for safety’s sake, this would leave Louana wondering if the sea had taken the Captain as its price for this battle.
Bubbles were the only trace that he was slowly sinking further, and as Louana swam to find him, it would be a daunting task.  The medallion that he wore around his neck then glimmered and shone, as though reacting to it’s owner’s predicament.  A large pulse like tremor was sent out from the Captain, that would be felt far across the sea, and even cause the wind to stir through the hair of Xzilla on the shore.  
If she didn’t know better, it was like Louis’s fingers were running through her hair one last time.  A whisper…..very faint….and final.
DC:   Some force slammed into Louana and using her sight she noticed a glimmer about a half mile down. He was not about to escape her now and like a knife through butter she swam down deeper into the depths of the water. He slowly came to view to Louana and she reached out towards his form. No bubbles came from his body as she grabbed his wrist and brought him closer. He wasn’t dead yet though she felt small and feint life in him as she speedily swam upwards.
Xzilia cut down the last man when the wind blew through her hair. She felt his touch right as the sea and land rumbled. His hand running through her hair and then cupping her cheek. She leaned into nothing as she heard him whisper her name, was this meaning he was leaving her? Was the man she ever so loved about to die?
When she felt that the forces on the ridge now could hold their own she ran down the mountain and to the shore. Spotting Louana dragging him out of the water and then trying to bring him back made her even more frantic. She ran to his side and grabbed one of his hands into hers.
“So help me Louis, if you kill over now I will hunt you down and cram your soul into a jar.” She could think of harsher ways of punishing him, but all she wanted was her simple joke to bring him back. As Louana worked her stuff Xzilia raised his hand to her lips and kissed it. “Please don’t leave me…I will never forgive you for just giving up like this.”
RB-  The sea was set to make Louis hers.  That was until his collar was caught by the swift swimming Louana.  Had it not been for her efforts, the Captain would surely drown.  Dragged from the sea’s clutches, the Captain’s body was brought to shore only to have Xzilia run down from the hills to see if her lover was dead or alive.  He looked grey in colour, with no redness at all.  Louis’s eyes were closed and the medallion that had sent out the pulse was changing color.  Turning black right before Louana and Xzilia’s eyes.  Was his power truly fading away?  Had his whisper in the wind been his final goodbye?
Picking up his hand, it would have felt lifeless and cold to touch.  His fingers didn’t twitch or move at all, and to see him this way would easily bring tears to the eyes of even the hardest of hearts.  
So many years had passed in Louis’s life both at a man and a vampire.  In all this time, no one had cared for him in the same way that Xzilia had.  The very short time that they had known each other, the blackness that had concealed his heart was breaking away and a fine light had managed to make it through.  
Why is it that our greatest joy comes at the very end…..
As she cried at him to not leave her, his head tipped to the side, and his eyes opened ever slightly.  The beauty of the silver orbs shone with tears as he gasped one final breath…
DC:   “Louis!” She called as she gripped his hand, warm tears dripping. She seen his eyes open but the gasp of breath was raspy. When Louana pulled away she glared at her. “What are you doing?! He – he just gasped its working!!” She looked back at the man and trembled as Louana crushed her dreams.
“I’m so sorry Xzilia, but he just died.” She trailed off in a whisper and looked away as Xzilia burst into tears. 
She wasn’t having this as she raised her wrist to her lips and slit it open. If Louana couldn’t bring him back maybe Xzilia’s blood could, and she dripped it upon his lips. With nothing happening she went to the next best thing and filled her mouth with some blood, giving him a frantic and loving bloody kiss. In the back of her mind she pleaded to any that could hear her, let this man live on. She continued to kiss him, this time because it felt like her last as she cupped his cold face. What did she do to deserve this?
RB- Once in a while, the Gods like to play games and tease our sensibilities.  What right did Louis have to live, after all that he had done?  When was the last time he had shown compassion or love for another…aside from the very woman who was now shedding tears that pitter pattered against his cold skin.  Once the hand of fate is dealt, then surely that is the end.  Or is it?  With Louana crying in the background and only the wind howling – the distant sound of the sea creatures taking many ships and crews to davy’s locker, the setting was one all of death.  
But Xzilia’s love was more powerful than the seas that battered the coastal shore.  She couldn’t simply let him slip away from her.  Not now, after she had found something she had searched a billion years for.  Xzilia dripped her own blood onto his cold and blue lips, but nothing happened.  For the blood to truly enter him, it needed to be done orally.  And that is exactly what she did.  Her own mouth filling with her blood, she kissed him with all the passion and life she could muster.  The kiss…went on and on, as he lay there beneath her.  There was no response. Nothing…..
On the ground, Louis’s hand was laying still.  Blood covered and cut, a small insect was crawling across it.  The bug stopped suddenly, as the ground beneath Louis started to tremble.  In fact it was not the ground doing it, but it was Louis.  Xzilia’s blood was feeding its way through his system and deep within his body was a blackened heart.  For the first time in what was few hundred years, the heart started to beat.  Loud…Proud.  Louis’s body was in shock, as he spasmed beneath her, his eyes rolling back, for her gift was one of great power.  Louis’s eyes flew open and they were the same colour as hers.
DC:   It was a miracle! Louis had come back to her and as he gasped she took him in her arms and ceased time itself. She cried heavy and hard, happy that he had survived what she thought was the end. All her emotions poured into his shoulder and her grip tightened even more. 
Louana was frozen with the rest of the world, but her face showed shock as if a ghost had scared her. The battles off in the distance showed victory and not defeat. The city had one, Louis had been saved by her bloody kiss, and time began to move again as Xzilia pulled back. Brown eyes puffy and red she smiled softly before slapping him across the face. She didn’t make it hard, just enough to get his attention for the next few words she spoke.
“You don’t ever scare me like that again! I thought for sure I was going to loose you!! I was so hysterical Louis…I wouldn’t have been able accept it.” As she spoke she slowly clung to his shirt, resting her head on his chest, hearing the life beating inside him. That was new.
RB-  Being pulled from the very brink of death took its toll on Louis, as he tried to regain sense of where he was, who he was…and most of all, why he was alive?  As his eyes darted back and forth, he witnessed a spectacle that only Xzilia could ever accomplish.  She somehow stopped the earth turning.  Time…everything stopped, except for Louis and Xzilia, the only two people that were living through the moment.  The poor girl.  Her face was blotchy, eyes red and puffy, yet it was the most beautiful face he had ever seen.  He was about to smile up at her when…
Xzilia smacked him across the face so hard it was enough to make his teeth chatter.  
“What was that for…?!”  It was unexpected.  
Course, she let fly.  How she never ever wanted to be that scared every again.  Xzilia was terrified of losing him.  Louis rubbed his reddening cheek and then before he could say anything, she was clinging to his shirt with her head resting to his chest.  The sound of his heart pounding within would have been new for her, as it was for him.
“You brought me back.  I can’t believe you did that.”  
Louis pushed himself up enough so that Xzilia was laying across him, and he kissed the top of her head.  His powerful arms curling around her and holding her tight to him.  She loved him, it was proven without the shadow of a doubt.  Now he felt her through his own body.  A connection that solidified their union.  They may not have shared each other yet in a romantic way, but he was very much hers now.  
The war was won….but the next battle would be…in the bedroom.
DC:   She giggled, weakly. Although she wasn’t much of a sleeper, all the stresses made her fall asleep. Curled into Louis’s arms; listening to his strong heart and feeling the smallest hints of warmth from his skin. He may have still been a vampire but he was now something more.
Louana chuckled when she seen Xzilia snored ever so cutely. Looking at Louis she patted his shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze.
“Captain, I am grateful you are alive and well. Never once have I seen her so determined to let a man live.” She stood and tried to brush the sand off her soaking clothes. Looking back down at the pair she sighed lightly. “She owns a house that she never uses; follow the main road up the hill and you should see a large house. In fat it is larger than any house here. The city folk built it for her, but she don’t like the flash things.”
Giving a nod of her head she ran down to the port. The Kraken sank into the deep waters as it dragged a few other ships with it. Boats started to return to shore with cheers of victory.
RB-  For all her efforts, Xzilia had now worn herself out completely.  Her soft snores could be heard as Louana chuckled on seeing such a sight.  It was even more beautiful for Louis, who had a feeling inside of him that he could not even begin to explain.  Xzilia had given him more than just her blood.  Very carefully, Louis went to stand, but at the same time, he held Xzilia close to him.  He was still wet and bloody from the battle, but he didn’t care.
“I need to thank you as well, Louana.  Had you not called the beasts of the sea, and come down to pluck me from the ocean, then I would be gone.”  Hearing that Xzilia owned a house that ws not far away, Louis looked to the direction of the path, before watching the siren head back to the port.  There would be many questions no doubt of the fate of the Captain and what happened to Xzilia.  She was sure to let them all know.
Adjusting his grip upon Xzilia, he made his way along the said path, till he came upon a house that looked to be deserted.  Was this the right one?  It was well made and the gardens were maintained, but as for signs of life, there were none.  Carefully, he carried her up the stairs and kicked the door open with his wet boot.  
No one came to the sound of the door opening.  No servants, or dogs.  It was safe to enter, so he thought.  Taking Xzilia up the stairwell, he found a large suite that was off to the right.  Tastefully decorated, with a large king sized bed in the center of the room.  Gently he lowered her down onto the bed, and started to disrobe her, peeling off her shirt, then her skirt and boots.  Each boot falling to the floor with a dull thud.  Drawing back the covers, he placed her neatly in the bed and drew the covers back across her sleeping form.  She looked so peaceful, he didn’t have the heart to wake her.  As much as he wanted so much more, he instead pulled up a chair and sat himself down in it…exhausted.
The events of the day had taken their toll on him as well, and as the sun set….he too fell asleep.  He was right where he wanted to be….by her side.
DC:   A long night slugged by filled with celebration and joy. Obviously the city mourned the dead, but there were less dead than there were injured. And for that they were happy. 
In the city square a feast was held, heavy drinking and eating progressed. Mid way through people hear Louanas voice as she told the tale of the might battle, including what happened to the Captain and his unexpected lover. People cheered, some cried, and others listened as if in a trance. The details she spun were magnificent, everything was perfect.
But a night of parties eventually comes to an end and at dawn the square was cleaned and the city folk were all nestled into their homes. Louana sat on the fountain and washed some clothes, it was tedious but better than having other people touch her delicate clothes.
When she looked up she stared at Xzilia’s home. Neither one, particularly Louis, came to the celebration. Were they asleep already? She stood and decided to go check on them, mainly just to see Louis. Wait, what was she thinking?! Louis had Xzilia, why did she suddenly have the urge to see him? She was so deep in thought she didn’t realize that she had already knocked on Xzilia’s door and was now waiting on her doorstep.
RB-  The town may have celebrated long through the night, but up at Xzilia’s house there was no celebration. Only the sound of slumber coming from the tired girl in the bed.  Louis had slept, but only briefly.  He remained in that same chair all through the evening.  He could hear the sounds of the people – joyous in the success of the battle, and the musicians played songs that were in marked tribute to those that fought and died, and those that survived to see another day’s dawn.  
Rising before the dawn, which was unusual for Louis as he was pretty much a creature of the night, something had happened to him when Xzilia gave him her gift of life.  He had yet to understand it, and as Xzilia slept there was no way he could bring himself to wake her and ask.  What was she exactly?  He still didn’t know.  All he did know was that she had caused a serious change in him.  Xzilia had the power to bring him back from the final death and that was no mean feat.  He had so much he wanted to ask her, but that would have to wait.
Louis was standing just shy of a velvet curtain that draped over one of the glass pane windows, when he heard a knock at the door.  Furrowing his brow, as he wasn’t sure who it could be, he strode out of Xzilia’s bedroom and headed down the stairs to the front landing.   Opening the door, he was surprised to see Louana standing there.
“I thought you would be tired from the celebrations, Louana.”  
He stepped back, as though wishing her to enter.
“Xzilia is still asleep.”
DC:   Looking up at his face she couldn’t help but stare until he stepped aside to let her in. She smiled softly and entered, tired as she might be it was too late for her busy body to sleep now. When she was fully into the foyer she was in awe, the place was spacious and Xzilia didn’t like living here? What a ungrateful woman. Looking at Louis she smiled kingly, and somewhat sweetly, as she threaded her voice with the ‘song’ of love.
“Actually Louis, I came here to see you. I know Xzilia can hold her own but I was actually worried to see how you were.” Short, sweet and hypnotic. She wanted to see just how strong her voice was, could it render a vampire like him helpless?
Putting her hands behind her back she added even more appeal to herself, a cute and sexy look. No man could resist it; even if her voice didn’t work the pheromones she put off would drive him crazy. 
RB- Watching the pink haired siren enter, Louis moved to close the door behind her.  The sound of the door locking echoed throughout the vast foyer.  There was no other sound, but the tap of her heels upon the tiles, and of course, her voice which in itself could be classed as a weapon of choice.  The smile that was now painted upon her lips was one that brought out a curious expression from Louis.  In a way, it was more than just a smile.  Her whole body started to act out being coy, and demure.  Was she seriously doing, what he thought she was?  Weaving her way with words and actions to present herself as a desirable woman for his fancy?
“You were worried about me?”  His head cocked ever slightly, as though not totally buying it.  His eyes darted towards the stairs, and then back down at the pink haired minx.  “I’ve pretty much treated you like a piece of shit on my shoe….and you are concerned about my well being?”  He reached up to strum his fingers upon his chin and closed one eye as he pointed at her.
“This is some sort of trick, right?”
DC:   With his words she narrowed her eyes, no she didn’t change what she was doing only changed the way she went about them. Her voice was still laced as she spoke words of truth to him.
“If I wasn’t worried about you, your sorry ass would be at the bottom of the ocean right? Its not how you treated me that I care, but the fact that you are my captain.” She placed her hands on her hips and glared at this man. If he wanted tricks she would give them to him, she would be able to ruin his entire life with the tricks she could pull.
But she wasn’t like that, then again unless he provoked such a reason for that. Either way she quit her glaring and settled down as she moved to her next subject.
“Another reason why I am here is because of the crew, they sent their regards last night but no one answered the door. So I am here to deliver them personally.”
RB-  That sudden change in expression did amuse the Pirate captain. It was not what she said, but how she said it. A change in demeanor meant that she had been trying it on.  Cheeky wench.  She did have a point though, that if she hadn’t cared she wouldn’t have gone to the effort to fetch him from the ocean’s belly.  He was sure that he thanked her for that back at the shore line, though his recollection was a little fuzzy.  Mentioning that she didn’t care about how she was treated, but that she respected him as Captain was a little shot of pride for the vampire, since Captains were in his book, not meant to be sweet darling souls, but real hard arsed bastards.  They were the ones that had to make the hard decisions, and often it was for the sake of all on the ship, not just one simple soul.
Like the clouds changing from grey to white, the pink haired siren went on to explain the real reason for her visit.  The fact that the crew wanted to send their wishes, since no one had answered the door earlier that night.
“Right.  Well, as you can see I am fine, though I am still not sure as to why that is.”  He was now admitting that he was feeling better than fine.  Better than he had felt in hundreds of years.  Xzilia had done something to him and that was starting to eat away at him.  Louis fell silent for a moment, his face marked with concern and a slight amount of confusion.  He then remembered that Louana was standing right there.  
“Hmm…alright, since you have acted on behalf of the crew, then I shall make you first mate of the ship.  Reward for your service to…me.”  There was a pause, and she was bound to have picked that up.  It was not what you say, but how you say it.
DC:   She tilted her head then began playing with her lip. Her services weren’t finished, but she would accept that. She grinned wide and clung onto him, breasts the perfect size to fill any man’s hand pressed tightly on his chest as she hugged him. First mate was an honor to her since all she ever did was be a navigator. When she pulled away she left behind another kiss to his cheek before stepping back.
“Thank you, sir! I will promise to serve you well for any and EVERY need you ever so wish.” She politely bowed, the tops of her breasts becoming very visible. When she snapped back up they bounced. 
She giggled again, excitement boiling up inside her being as she bit her lip. Other intentions were ‘washed away’, she just wanted to shower her Captain with all the happiness she had. And that she did with one passionate kiss. 
RB-  The girl practically had a meltdown of gush and pink bouncing exuberance.  So much so that the Captain was starting to regret having been so generous.  If a girl could fall out of her dress easily, it was Louana.  That wide grin was disarming, and he didn’t know if he should be happy or run.  Before he could move, she was all over him.  Breasts smacked up against his chest so hard it made him cough in surprise.  SHE kissed his cheek and he let out a sigh of relief that it was not like the one that she had done on the ship.
Such enthusiasm.  He tried to smile at her, but again his eyes lowered to see those magoomba mommas bouncing about beneath her dress….till they came close to being fully exposed. 
“Gah.”  Those girls were enough to cause a dead man to rise out of his coffin and try to impale the nearest female it could get it’s hands on.
The girl was going into overdrive and then she kissed him.  One long…passionate kiss that took his breath away.
DC:   The kiss lasted awhile, her hands trailing up his chest to cup his face. Her plump soft lips embracing his, and dare she do it, her tongue played lightly with his. Body almost fully pressed against his she pulled away ever so slightly and smiled softly, catching her breath. The captain was such a marvelous kisser that she almost went overboard. 
She looked up at him with bright pink eyes and licked her lips as hands trailed back down his chest and to his belt buckle. Would he allow her to please him? Would he please her too? She began toying with the belt teasingly feeling the start of a bulge. 
She could see he was fighting it, but his body was begging for it as his shaft grew. And grow it did as she slipped a few fingers in the top of his pants.
“Captain? Are you excited?” Seductress words as she played with him more.
RB-  The legends that had been said about sirens were true.  Very true.  As much as the Captain started to fight this feeling that was now building up inside him, the state of his arousal was such that you didn’t need glasses to see it.  His pants were getting very tight and uncomfortable, due to the way that Louana kissed him.  Her tongue was like a slippery eel, that had delved into his mouth and tussled with his tongue – in a dance that would have the great poets weep.  When she broke the kiss, the Captain was panting hard, and he then got the shock of seeing her startling to fiddle with his belt buckle.  Trying to release him to the air…and her hands.
“Louana…don’t.”  Yes, he was telling her not to, but his body was wanting it…very much.  As her fingers slipped into his pants, and started to caress his shaft, the Captain shot a look at the stairs.  Xzilia was just up there.  She could wake at any time.  He knew she’d freak if she saw him with Louana in this position.  Louis was pushed to a wall, and he stared down at her, almost dumbfounded.  Her fingers were working their magic, and he now had a raging hard on. The very top of it was quite both of them
Louis let out a growl that was half of anger, the other half of an aching need.  He didn’t like the position she had now put him in and he wanted so badly to push her away.  But those lips…those full plump lips – he started to imagine them wrapped around his cock.
“You bitch.”  He snarled, forcing her to kneel before him, and thrusting his hips so that he was now inches from her face.
DC:   She smiled and slowly ran her tongue from bottom to top. The taste was divine as she encircled the head of his cock with her tongue. Lips as soft as silk brushed against it and slowly her hand moved up and down as she began to suck.
Every now and then she noticed him either enjoying it or looking at the stairs, he was terrified of Xzilia finding out. Well she wanted to test those boundaries as her mouth went further back. And her warm, wet tongue and mouth sucked harder. In moments she was moving in a fluent rhythm, hearing him hold back the moans of pleasure. She wanted to hear him shout! 
Faster and deeper she went until he was filling even her throat. Sucking hard she felt him throbbing as the trickles of the sweet white nectar began to accumulate. Now she was getting excited, her own pussy dripping with natural fluids. Hot and bothered she peeled off her shirt skillfully and sucked harder.
Plump breasts now bounced freely as the bra was removed. She rubbed them together and looked up at him as she continued on. Moans of excitement and gags of pleasure faintly echoed in the foyer and as her captain gripped her hair tight to thrust himself in she inwardly smiled. He filled her throat and mouth to the brim, covered the tops of her breasts, and even had some still dripping out as she swallowed all she could.
“My Captain, please take my innocence.” She commented as she laid back for him. It was true; she too was sexually a virgin. And he would be the one to experience taking not one but two virginities.
RB- The Captain was practically rigid, from head to foot.  He was a mixture of emotions, but the one that was rising to the fore was his lust.  It had been dormant for so long, and this vixen was doing her utmost to see him unravel.  The last thing he wanted to do, was hurt Xzilia, but the way that Louana took to his engorged cock, with a fervor that was insatiable, he found himself falling victim to her ministrations.  Louis stared down at her, his eyes blazing like cold steel and his lips curled downward distastefully.  He didn’t want her to enjoy it, but it was clear by the way she let out sweet sounds and suckled him with all her might, that she was getting far more out of this than he had anticipated.  His jaw practically locked as he let out another growl, but this had the edge of a moan to it.  She was bending his will to hers, even as he grabbed the back of her head, to seize up a good handful of hair.  Pushing and pulling on it severely.  Louis could feel the tension within his sack and his lips parted as he let out a cry.
Louana had just peeled off her shirt, and now those ripe breasts of hers were on full display.  Being forced together and shown off.  The Pirate jerked as he tried to force her take the steaming jets of white that spewed into her mouth, only to fall and splatter on those glorious mounds.  Louis was gasping for breath at what he had just done.  But it was clearly not over yet, not for Louana, who was now laying down on the floor, splayed out for him to see her in all her glory.  
The Pirate vampire didn’t want to take her on the floor.  Now that she had tasted his seed, all his sensibilities were lost to him.  He reached down and grabbed her arms to pull her up to standing.  Her breasts heaving back and forth as he did so.  She’d begged him to take his innocence, but was she truly all that innocent after what she had just done. Louis had seen the small puddle of her own juices on the floor, and like a flower she had opened her petals and released the scent of her pheromones to drive him wild.  His hands slid down to her hips and in one grunt of exertion he lifted her so that she was going to have to wrap her legs around him as he supported her.  There would be no gentleness in his ways, as she wanted a ship’s Captain, that was exactly what she was going to get.
He didn’t love her, but he lusted for her with everything in his being. Louis buried his face to her neck, and started to suck down hard, while his hands drew her buttocks apart, and he began his assault on her.  Without warning, his cock slammed its way upward, breaking her hymen apart in one swift movement, filling her with his hardness till she would find herself screaming in pain and pleasure. His lips moved from her neck, down to her right breast, where he latched on and sucked it with gusto – his body moving and forcing her up and down upon his girth.
DC:   He hoisted her up to her feet, she wasn’t expecting that. Licking her lips she found herself straddling his hips as he gripped her ass. And them the pain came, oh the screams she echoed through the foyer echoed like thunder. She gripped his shoulders, screaming and moaning as he slid her ass up and down the massive shaft she just sucked. 
Her own liquids may have may the entry less painful, but it didn’t make it feel better either. Then having his lips suck on her breasts caused her to drop her head back and moan as loud as she could. She was in heaven as her eyes rolled back and her ass throbbed and tightened.
Her body was in spasms and her own self began to move with his harsh thrusts. She was beginning to feel him grow larger, was he about to come? She was about to let out another pleasurable moan when there was a feint whimpering. Looking at the stairs there stood Xzilia, eyes ablaze but face streaked with tears. She was dressed in nothing, body completely nude as blood flowed down the stairs.
“Louis, what are you doing?” Her voice was eerily calm, just for the fact that blood was pooling around his ankles and filling the house. She attempted a smile filled with hurt, as a weapon formed from the ruby red liquid. “Please reassure me that this isnt reality.”
Taking slow steps down the blood covered stairs she stared at him, tears still flowing. Hair was pitch black and the scythe fully completed, eyes the color of deep space and something new formed. A halo of shadows was in solid form as she stood a mere 3 yards away.
RB-  What met Xzilia’s gaze would be the horrible red eyes of her lover, staring at her as he continued to pump Louana’s ass vigorously.  Was he not going to stop what he was doing, now that his true love had caught them in the act?  Louana had pushed him beyond sensibility and now he was acting as cold and harsh as he did upon the sea.  The words that came from his lips sounded hollow and without love.
“Teaching her a lesson, my love.”
If he had wanted to take her virginity, he would have.  The fact was he was drilling into her other little hole, that was now tearing as they spoke.  Blood would be dripping down on the floor as he sneered past Louana’s head at Xzilia.  He forced her down…again and again, as his beloved watched.  Oh, Louana might have been enjoying herself, but Louis was being brutal.  The hard skin smacking rang out across the room, and would fill Xzilia’s ears.  
“She wanted me to tear her flower….instead I tore her arse.”  
Louis pulled the girl off him and then flung her to the floor at Xzilia’s feet.  A blooded trail set to follow her.  Almost like he was in a trance, he looked at Xzilia and saw her tears.  “Why are you crying?”  Maybe he didn’t understand that she may have witnessed this as betrayal.  He kicked off his pants, and ripped off his blooded shirt – tossing them to the side.
“There is only one virgin I want….Xzilia.”  The vampire stared her down, standing naked before her.  What was she going to do?  Kill them both?  It was pretty clear that someone was going to die, but who?
DC:   With each thrust that he made was each time her heart came unraveled, was he really just toying with her? Lesson as he put it but she seen something else as she ripped away the vampire side of him, stuffing it into a marble size orb. He was now a human, gasping in pain on his knees. Xzilia showed no love for him right now as she turned to orb into a necklace for herself. 
“Let us see, just how much you like being taught a lesson…” She snapped her fingers as the shadowy form of a bulky bouncer appeared. Stark necked he grabbed Louis’s arm and forced him to bend over a table. Xzilia turned away, not able to watch the figure tear into Louis’s ass. 
Instead she glared down at a twitching Louana and glared, She was begging for forgiveness but what came to her was the bottom of the scythes handle to pierce through her skull. It was a sickening and delightful sound until she heard Louis scream in agony. 
“Oh shut up…” She snapped her fingers again and another jammed its cock into his mouth. She strolled over with a dark expression of hurt and stared at him, he still had her heart but she seemed so neutral about this whole thing as she brushed sweat plastered hair from his face. “I’ll have them stop after I finish breakfast, when you’re ready we can talk about the lesson you have learned.” With that she left to the kitchen,
RB-  The last thing that Louis ever expected was for Xzilia to turn on him the way that she did.  Ripping his very nature from him – the vampire side of his being now trapped inside a small marble sized orb.  Louis fell to the ground, crumpled as though in great pain, but the worst was not over.  She had decided to use the same bouncers that had been at the club the night that they met, and he would have to learn a very painful lesson in cruelty himself.  Subjecting him to being ass raped by a virtual gorilla of a man.  Thank god he had a small dick.  If that was not enough, Xzilia killed the pink haired minx, who had just been made first mate to the Devil’s Mistress.  Louis would have been shocked, except at that moment, his mouth was stuffed full with the cock of yet another bouncer.  His cries and protests were stifled by the manner in which he was now being taken.
Fucked this way and that, the punishment that she dished out suited the crime to a T.  The two men pummeling Louis endlessly, as Xzilia would be enjoying her breakfast in another room.  Blood was now all over the floor, not just Xzilia’s, but also Louis.  If this kept up much longer, he himself would be as dead as Louana was.  Her pink hair now stained with a crimson hue.
What was the worst part of all this?
Louis lost the woman he loved…right then and there.
DC:   Ten minutes later she returned with a tray of food. The men had filled Louis with their fluids, both front and back repeatedly. Setting the tray on a different coffee table she ordered the men quit and so they did. With another snap of her fingers she had them vanish and healed Louis enough so he wouldn’t bleed out. Going to his side she helped him to the couch and paused to look at him.
“Do you want to sit or lay down?” She asked, supporting his body on his. When he answered she followed what he wanted before sitting in an armchair across the table. She crossed her bare legs and sighed shakily, trying hard not to tremble in anger and bring those men back for round two.
Snapping her eyes back to Louis she leaned forward to speak to him softly. “How did it feel? To be violated like that?” Words were venom but somehow still carried love. She sat back and awaited an answer, but not before telling him the food on the tray was his.
RB- Louis’s eyes fell as he lay on the couch.  He felt humiliated in every sense of the word.  He wanted not for food, though he could smell it on the tray.  He was angry.  Angry at himself more than anything.  That he had not been man enough to stop Louana’s advances.  Instead he used sex as an act to punish her, and that was exactly what Xzilia had just done, but on a harder scale.  At this moment, Xzilia had all the power, and she also wore his very essence of being around her neck like a bauble.  His eyes flickered upward, but soon fell again.  He knew that if he spoke that it would turn into something that would be like a screaming tirade of abuse and vulgarity.  His lips were still sore and swollen, much like his pride.
“If it was my punishment, then so be it.  But if you think I am going to tell you how it felt….you can go to hell.”  
His eyes finally looking up at her.  Louis’s face hardened as he stared her down.  Taking a man’s pride like that….hurt like fuck.
“You should have let me die, when you had the chance.”
DC:   She chuckled and looked down fiddling with her fingers as she debated how to answer and go about this. Eventually she looked back at him and resolved her problems.
“I’m already in hell Louis. Suffering, choking, and dying on the acidic smoke around me. The flames burning my skin away and organs torn out. I am already living through hell and back.” She stood and calmly opened a time portal back to Louis’s time. 
“And if you desire to be dead…die somewhere where I can’t see you.” She then healed him completely as the wind whipped up her hair. Eyes cold as ice she left the room and headed out the door and into the city, fully dressed and dragging a now groaning Louana behind her. That Siren wasn’t dead just severely injured.
RB-  Louis may have been healed, but he was no longer himself.  Did he mean half of what he had just said?  Fighting words bred from the anger of humiliation.  To Xzilia, she was already in hell, and now she wished nothing more than to be rid of the sight of him.  Opening up a portal to the very world that he had come from.  He pushed himself off the couch slowly, as his beautiful, yet cold Xzilia dragged Louana out the door of her house and off to god knows where.  She had around her neck, his being….who he really was.  Without it, he would be nothing more than a simple human, to die a human’s death.  Those eyes of hers….would leave an imprint upon his soul.  Did he turn and run after her, now that he was healed enough to do so?  
He’d hurt her enough for many lifetimes.  Sure enough mostly this one. Resigned to a life without her, he ambled through the portal and wound up outside the very club where the adventures had begun.
DC:   5 years later and summer has hit. The sun has no mercy on the outside souls unless you are swimming in a pool of ice water. Birds chirped and neighborhood children played in water fountain, most of the city was either at the shore or staying indoors. Xzilia had cleaned up her house and filled it with maids and butlers as she became more of a steel fisted mayor over the city. Louana had suffered life at sea for three years and was demoted as measly crew member, never to step foot in a tavern. 
A messenger came walking into her room and she looked up blankly as she listened to him. Taking the pale yellow parchment she dismissed him and opened the letter. It was another ‘mission’ for her to partake in. Her time era back then had somehow become the safe haven of all supernatural and human beings in time. So over time, and using most of her life, she created a whole different dimension as to not screw up the time loop on earth. 
“Parker! Ready my clothes I am heading to the Modern Era!!” She called out to a butler who did as told. Flinging the paper on the desk she began to stand, feeling he round orb thump between her breasts. She calmed the necklace by placing her hand over it before heading to the teleportation room. What being would she be bringing with her today?
RB – Five years ago, a man stepped out of a portal into a world that he knew, but that as a human he was not quite ready for.  Stripped of his powers, of what made him Louis – he was a man with nothing but the knowledge of hundreds of years of existence.  His taste for blood and cruelty it seemed was nothing but a memory.  The cruel twist of fate, that Xzilia had sent him to a world where she no longer was.  This was by far a fate worse than death.  To have found the woman of his dreams, and lose her all so easily due to the wicked ways of the pink haired minx.  Was she dead?  God, he hoped she was.
The current time – Louis had been on the road a long time.  Turns out that his fists still held a lot of power, and he had been on the boxing circuit.  Moving from town to town and cage fighting as he went.  He may have been only a man, but he fought like a demon.  Perhaps a sceric of his true self still remained, locked in the darkest part of his heart.
In a town that was off any map, Louis was drinking at the bar.  Barmaids practically falling over themselves to serve him.  He had just beaten three of the town’s best, and was strapping up his blooded fingers, as those around him sat in silence.  In awe of the man known simply as the Crow.  A nickname that he had earnt, as he dressed in all black, and whenever he left a town….death followed him.
A beer sat in front of him untouched, while a football game was on the TV over the bar.  He payed no attention to it.  Not interested in the pastimes of other humans.  In his heart…he wasn’t one, and never would be.  Sure, his number would come up eventually, but for now he lived a private hell.  One that he chose….
DC:   As quickly as the football was snapped it cut off as a news station blared. People whined and complained, but on the tele is a man in front of fire.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here in Salver City where a crazed maniac is destroying the city. Officials have tried to contain the beast but have only failed to, and as – wait a minute everybody! Is that a giant hold opening up near this beast?!” The camera zooms into the chaos and a large fox spirit growls and stares at the whole. Stepping from the depths is Xzilia, she has a new look, long white flowing hair and a more mature body as she reaches for the beast.
“Wait, there is a woman trying to approach the beast?! What does she think she’s doing?!” The animal lunges and snaps, but Xzilia smacks it nose and sends its head into the road. She is mouthing something angrily as the Spiritual fox begins to change and plead. “I cant believe my eyes, this woman just calmed that beast!”
RB-  Louis and the rest of the bar all glanced up at the news report being filed in Salver city.  What shocked Louis was not the beast that was causing all the damage to the city streets, but the woman that had appeared out of nowhere and was now going head to head with it.
“Xzilia?”  It looked like her, but the hair was totally different, and she appeared to have aged.  Could it really be her?  The camera zoomed in and sure enough Louis recognized the bauble around her neck. It was his life force.  It really was her!  The crowd in the bar were all ooing and aahing at the show that the TV was playing.  It was like something out of a Japanese film or anime.  It couldn’t possibly be real.  That is what many of the patrons were saying.  Maybe a hoax by some studio company to get advertising for an upcoming film.  Louis however knew that it was no hoax.  What she fought was real…Xzilia was real, and in this time period.  Had she come to fight a new breed of monsters that were going to terrorize the humans? 
Grabbing his cigarettes, zippo lighter and jacket, Louis made his way for the door.  Outside his bike was parked, the same one that he had brought back the size of a key chain.  Miraculously, it had gone back to its true size.  Straddling his bike, he flipped back the kick stand, then flicked the ignition, and the bike roared to life.  He pressed his foot down on the accelerator and took off like a madman, smoke trailing behind him as he spirited towards Salver city.
DC:   She growled lowly and listened to this beast speak. It was a male in search for his sister who had been taken. He went into fox form out of anger and as Xzilia hoisted him up she huffed heavily.
“Ill find your sister, what I want you do to is walk through there and wait.” She looked at him to see if he understood and he nodded entering the portal as it closed. Glaring at the cameras she flipped them off and walked away, eventually disappearing in the shadows and reappearing in a who different part of town. She sighed heavily and rested herself on a wall for support. Breathing heavily she leaned over to vomit up her lunch, this wasn’t a good time to be losing her composure. 
Wiping her mouth she pushed off the wall and began to study her surroundings. Humans littered this city, and traces of any other creature like the fox spirit were not here. But right as she was about to shadow port to the next city something caught her attention, something familiar was near.
RB- The roar of the motorcycle grew louder as it came over the last hill.  The city of Salver was still a fair way off, or at least from the direction he was coming from.  With his visor down, the biker could have been anyone.  An ache in Louis’s chest grew and he went full throttle.  Xzilia was here somewhere, and she had something that was very dear to him.  He had not forgotten that night when she had given out her punishment, and the fact it practically cost him everything he held dear.  Now, he had a chance…a chance to say what had been unsaid.  Would he find her before she entered another time portal and left the human realm once more?
Coming around the next turn, Louis could make out a lady that was close to a building near the side of the road.  The one thing that seized his attention was the dress…and the colour of her hair.  The bike skidded along the road as he pulled hard on the brakes.  It was a miracle that the bike didn’t topple over.
The burning smell of his tires filled the air, and he reached up to remove his bike helmet.  His hair was shorter than the days when he was a ship’s captain, but it was unmistakable who he was.
Flipping the kick stand up, he brought his leg over the bike so he was free standing along side it.  The helmet still in his hands.  He was wearing a trench coat like jacket – style seemed to stick with him even after five years.
“You are the last person I ever expected to see.”
DC:   She blinked her eyes as this biker stopped. Was this the familiar thing she felt? As the helm was removed she fought the urge to face palm, she didn’t need this right now. And as Louis spoke she turned on her heel and made her way down the street. She had to first finish this mission before her attention went to him, even though she kinda guessed what he was after.
Stepping over rubble she made her way out of the city, having been too late for her to travel by shadow. This would take longer to get there than the gods themselves.
“Why does it always have to be here that I deal with trouble…” She mumbled to herself making her way along the roads.
RB-  Louis watched her turn on her heel and start to walk away from him.  Ther was no way that he was going to have that.  He broke into a run and even as a human, he was able to catch her up.  Seizing her arm, he spun her around and the look on his face was one that could kill.
“Trouble?  Is that all I ever was to you?”
Though his eyes were not the same, due to the change of being human, it was unmistakable that the fire was still there.  He glanced down to see the orb around her neck.  It was so close, he could reach out and take it, but that would be too easy.
“Is your life still Hell?  Do you only taste ash in your mouth when you eat and drink?”  He shook her wrist before letting it go.  
DC: She stared at him, head bobbing from when he spun her. Like a doll she was, just strung up by invisible strings as she spoke.
“I wasn’t expecting to run into both a killer fox spirit and you. Meeting you on better conditions would have been a little more ideal.” She commented, just standing there. She noted his eyes tracking the orb and flinched when he shook her wrist. Looking at it there was a bruise already forming and she shrugged and went to remove the orb necklace.
“Here, I know you have missed it for quite some time. I’m done torturing you with the burdens of humanity.” She held it out to him without a fight and grabbed his hand. Placing it delicately in his palm the orb emptied into his being, giving him his powers back. “All you had to do was touch it, or at least touch me when I walked away. But you left instead.”
RB-  The wave of power that was released by the orb, and flooded his being; had Louis let out a howl of protest and at the same time pleasure.  How he had longed to be whole again, though he didn’t know that he could have had that, if he had touched her before she had left him with the portal five years before.  Louis blinked as his eyes changed back to the blazing steel grey, and his hair once again grew long and back to how it was originally.  He licked his lips as the elongated dog teeth were now on display and though he fell back slightly, he soon righted himself to full height.
As she had said, Xzilia was finished with the torture that she had put Louis through.  
“I left because your punishment drove me too.”
She had managed to strip him in a sense of his manhood with what she had put him through, and it took a long time for him to get over it.  In fact, he had not touched another since that time.  Female or male.  He only did when he fought, and that was usually a sickening thing to watch.
The orb now empty, there was nothing left to say.  She was free to go back to her time, and be who she wished to be.  Louis could continue on in the human realm, but live as he had always done.  A lone wolf…
DC:   “As harsh as it was you were out of control. My rage boiled so high that even a broken heart didn’t sever it. I couldn’t bring myself to kill you nor have actual flesh and blood men defile you. I used puppets to put you through what Louana felt and your heart through what I have to life with.” She felt tired after handing him that orb, why was that?
Building up strength she cupped his cheek and kissed his forehead, giving him more power than what he already had. Patting hi head she dismissed herself and turned on her heel to carry out her mission, but not without calling to him.
“Good luck on your fights, you’re spectacular Louis my love!” And she was gone with the shadows for now.
(to be continued)


Domi’s Slave Market and Spa – Fable of Swords.

This is the introduction of my latest character, Lady Dominique De Shay into the Fable of Swords Series.

A pleasure dome for the nobles and royals. Where they may be washed, or buy a slave to care for them.


The Slave market and Spa

The outer courtyard was bustling with new arrivals from the ports. A group of blonde haired women with blue eyes from the far north were being herded into a covered area by tall slave drivers – all dressed in  leather tunics. Their cries and sobs brought the attention of Tim, the servant of Lady Dominique, who had been speaking to a city official in the nearby garden. His lips drew into a thin line as he asked to be excused from the conversation, and headed over to see why there was so much noise and fuss. One of the slave drivers was about to raise his whip to silence one of the terrified girls, when Tim caught his arm and then pulled on it harshly.

“The Lady pays top money so that these girls are without marks or cuts. For each one you spoil, you can expect to lose two gold pieces.” There was a definite growl in his hushed words, but it was reinforced by the steel like grip of his hand around the slave driver’s arm. The driver wrestled his arm free, and spoke in a different dialect to the Eunuch. His tone was one of disgust that Tim would dare challenge him or try to insult him with the thought that the Lady of the Markets would dare not to pay the right price. But just as Tim was about to answer in the strange language, a red headed beauty emerged from one of the main buildings, chuckling whilst on the arm of one of the higher nobles. He had been a guest of the spa and was just telling Lady Dominique of the love he had for her special services.

“Lord Byron, you know that I am fully booked up. Besides, you can’t afford me.” Indeed, she saved herself for someone rather special. Dressed in a long silken robe, that only had straps of light jade fabric covering her breasts, and wearing a large pendant around her neck that rested just shy of her ample cleavage, she quirked a brow to see that Tim was in a heated discussion with one of her slave drivers. Patting the Lord’s arm, she bid him a farewell, and then strolled over with a smug expression towards the Driver and her man servant.

“Problem, Tim?”

Tim straightened as he watched his lady approached, then snarled at the slave driver to show the proper respect. The Slave driver bowed and lowered his whip.

“Lady De Shay. We have returned from the north with eight new slaves for your perusal.”

Dominique gave the girls the once over, pleased to see that they had made the trip in one piece. Most appeared to be unharmed or marked, but they were dirty and needed washing and cleaning before they would be brought for further appraisal. The Mistress of the slave house walked up and down the line of the frightened girls, who did not understand common language. Dominique had a coolness about her, she had to show little emotion in front of these girls. They were regarded more like cattle, then people. One thing Dominique knew was that blondes fetched a higher price, and this would mean that she was in for a good return, if the girls were not spoilt.

“Hmm. Yes, they will do just fine.” The red head glanced back over her shoulder at the slave driver and his men. “Go get yourselves cleaned up, there is food awaiting you in the food hall, and your needs shall be tended to by some of my girls. These ones need to be processed.” Dominique nodded towards Tim, who then called for one of the red house heads to lead the girls away to begin their cleaning. The group of girls all hushed as they passed by Lady Dominique, who was now left behind with her man servant, as all moved on at her orders.

Tim watched as Lord Byron lingered and then bowed before taking his leave. He had his eye on Lady Dominique, but knew when it was time to go. Once he was gone, Tim shook his head and tutted at the wicked Red head who was now smirking like a Cheshire cat.

“You tease.”

“Aha…I could whip you for such insolence. So what? He gives me pretty baubles…got a lovely string of pearls from the Asian sea.” she withdrew a black box from one of her pockets hidden beneath her silks. “It’s nice though….you want it?”Dominique tossed it over her shoulder to the man servant, who caught it on the fly. Tim pulled the strand out of the box, holding it up for closer inspection. “Gorgeous….”

“Yes, well….his gifts are one thing. His cock is another.” She rolled her eyes and held up her pinky – wiggling it. “I swear that when he tried to enter me once, I didn’t know if he had started or not.”

Tim spluttered and then could not help but nearly choke with laughter. Lydia threaded her arm through Tim’s and they strolled along the garden together.

“I know what I want, Tim”

“Yes…and sadly, he does not visit anymore.” Naturally, Tim spoke of the King, who was now quite ill. For once, Lady Domi looked sad. “He would if he could, but you’re quite right and I dare not go to him. Not with my cousins hovering about over his death bed.”

There would be a time when she would be called…..and she feared that would be sooner then later.

“This depresses me. Come, let us wander the gardens some more. It will take my mind off Him.”

Tim nodded politely and patted her hand gently, as the two continued to stroll along together.