Beneath the silk.


Continuing on from “The Cards Never Lie”, Nick is now requested to have dinner with the Fortune Teller as payment for her services.  But is he to be the main course?  Read on and see.

Scene setting – Nick’s chambers

Written with SA.


RB:  -They say the eyes are the windows to our soul.  But with the Fortune teller’s eyes being masked by the black bandanna and her in her own words being told that she was without sight, it was hard to read what the woman was thinking as she lifted the last card.  The card for the reader only; not the Vampire.  For a moment, the woman sat motionless.  If she could stare at the card, she would.  In her mind’s eye she was.  Nick was oblivious to what the importance of this last card was, but for a woman who had been all too eager to explain each card in turn, her body language projected that this card was not one that she wished to divulge about.  The silence between the two became almost deafening.   Nick’s brow creased and he tilted his head slightly as though being on the edge of his seat for what she was about to say.  Then…it happened.  The woman simply snapped out of whatever hold the card had over her and she resumed speaking as though nothing had happened.  Changes occurred to the table however.  The black symbol that had been crafted from what must have been her own blood simply faded away, the timber looking as though it had before.  Nick was unaware of the importance of what this meant.  She had withdrawn the pact.  Again, she reminded Nick that the cards never lie.  “So you keep saying, Ma’am.”  Now, it was time for the price.  Nick had willingly agreed to pay the price that the woman asked, and so he waited in readiness for her word.  He would of course oblige her.  He was a man of honour, regardless of what others thought of him.  His word was his bond.  “Dinner..”  Did he hear her correctly?  “Dinner?” he repeated what she had said, questioningly.  It was unexpected, to say the least.  Pausing for a moment, Nick nodded.  “I can’t imagine what a woman of your standing would have a taste for, but if the price is dinner, than that is what you shall have.”  Nick pushed himself up and swung his leg off the chair, turning it around so that he may place it back normally.  –



SA:   It was as if it never happened, the entire Reading she previously performed, as each trace of it vanished: The timber regained its natural carvings in the wood, with no trace of black lines from the little droplet of blood as even her palm seemed to be missing the scar created only minutes ago. The cards turned back to being blank as she one-handedly shuffled them once more, in quite the bored manner, the Reader herself taking a more casual stature upon her seating, leaning back in her chair. Though the deck was back to normal, whatever she used as vision kept darting to one card only, each time it popped up from the deck in its shuffle. “You can keep that.” She pointed lightly to the card that was still on his side of the table. Strength, the card which assumingly represented him. “It’s yours. Keep it, even if just as a reminder of this encounter. Or just as a reflection – This card is your mirror, after all.” As she explained, her attention darted once more to her own card, one which she did not reveal to others, before eventually placing it back with the rest. His confusion only brought a bit of her own, snow white brow quirking lightly. “What? I told you my price is something idealistic… There is a lot more you can gain from a dinner invitation than a simple material prize. What did you think it was? Souls?” To that, she couldn’t help but grin – a Cheshire-like spread grin across alabaster features which only created such a heavy contrast, between the delicate features of the femme and the brutality of the sardonic grin. Souls were… a different story for her.


RB:  -Nick wasn’t expecting to be given the card that she had dealt him.  The first card in fact; the one of strength.  The vampire reached across and prized it off the desk with a flick of his fingers – holding it and turning it to see that the imagery was still there.  Nick graciously nodded and placed the card safely into his jacket pocket, patting the flap down to seal it in.  “Thank you…uhm, I don’t believe I caught your name, Miss.”  Nick felt that since he had agreed to her terms of payment, that it would be fitting if he knew just how to address her.  Nick had showed intrigue in his expression, rather than some sort of amusement.  He did tend to take things seriously, when it came to payment of a deal.  Nick rested his hands on the back of the chair in which he sat, his fingers strumming the wood almost as though he was placing his fingers on the keyboard of a piano.  Sharp black fingernails, if one was to notice.  Hearing the fortune teller say that there was more to be gained from a simple dinner invitation than an item of value or net worth.  The mention of souls had Nick actually scoff.  Was that a little premature on his part?  Probably.  But with her Cheshire cat like grin, he began to wonder if she was being half serious.  Glancing about, Nick then said. “I don’t think the kitchens in the castle would be operating at this hour.  Did you have a certain place in mind?”  Nick was not actually knowledgeable of the area, and perhaps the Fortune teller had her own secret place to dine. –





SA:   “Sophia” She muttered that one single word out, with her own uncertainty, as if it was unclear to her whether or not it was her name. The creature did not remember her real name, amnesia taking its toll upon the femme’s former life as most of it stood under the sigil of memory loss, a perpetual fog dwelling in the depths of her mind. She’d only remember her given name, the one ~he~ gave her, the moment she was reborn, although still unsure if she should consider it a Rebirth. “My name is Sophia.” It had to be repeated, for her own sake, really, to make sure she, herself, grasped it entirely. “I don’t believe I got yours, either.” – Not that she’d really care for one, usually names only overly complicated her doings and yet, he got this far as to gain a Dinner invitation from the Blind Fortune Teller to which, in her mind amounted for the worth of knowing his name. Eventually, she’d rise from her seat making sure there was no fickle of dust on her attire, walking only to circle the table (and him) like the little Predator she was, always playing. She reached up, placing her hands on the back of ~his~ chair, leaning her body in to hover her head just merely an inch from his shoulder. “I have a place… Wear something nice.” In a teasing tone, she whispered out before each trace of ~her~ as well as her doings simply vanished in thin air, like it all would’ve been characteristically to a simple dream. Or, a nightmare, depending how he’d see it.


RB: -The fortune teller gave up her name, though for some reason she felt the need to say it twice.  “Sophia…the perfect name for you, it seems.”  Nick knew that the Greek meaning of the name was Wisdom.  The vampire was now ready to formally introduce himself.  “Savage, Nick Savage.”  His name rolled off the tongue, and as he said it, he did a little bow from the waist.  So now they were on a first name basis, and about to embark on a dinner date of sorts.  Though he was unsure of just when or where that would take place.  The woman rounded the table after standing, only to come around behind him.  His head followed her movement till he watched her place her hands on the back of the chair that he had been sitting in.  She had a place all worked out, but she stipulated that he had to wear something nice.  “I think I have something that would fit the bill, Sophia.”  There, he actually used her name.  But as he was about to turn and face her, the woman simply vanished into thin air.  Nick froze and then glanced about him, searching the room for her.  She was gone.  “Right…guess she didn’t need to use the door.”  The vampire shrugged his shoulders lightly, and straightened his stance, before leaving the Queen’s royal court room.  He had a chamber that was down in the bowels of the castle where few dared enter.  Striding down the long hallway, he stopped and pressed his hand to the door to open it, before waltzing in – the door closing behind him by itself  ~What to wear?~ the vampire asked of himself in his mind.  Going to a large chest that was covered in dust and cobwebs, he kicked it open and started to rummage through the clothing he had acquired over the centuries.  He went with something nostalgic.  A Black suit with black shirt, matching tie and scarf.  He already had boots, so why change those.  When he had dressed into the suit for dinner, used his fingers to rake his hair back.  It fell forward again, rebelling against his attempts for it to be what would be called neat.  Now, all he had to do was wait….-



SA:  And there, there was Darkness. A perpetual state of darkness, where nothing else but it lingered, like somebody instantly flicking the switch over to let all the lights turn off as illusions took the place of everything surrounding him – Molded the earth itself to their own will as if warping his surroundings. A force that was namely otherwordly, one that could almost be able to cast shadows where there were none, but Darkness. And from the Void, everything created itself, like a Big Bang, in which illusions eventually settled into material grasp, tangible once more for the man and yet so, so very intangible. It would’ve been hard to distinguish illusion from reality at this point, a point where there were both existing at the same time and yet, none at all. One could almost call it a dream, a place where nothing was at it seemed to be and yet it created a visage of nature, the miasma of sweet red roses lingering in the air, a place surrounded by water. The Reader’s special hiding spot actually looked like something pulled out from a gothic fairytale, the romantic touch lingering softly around his surroundings; a small breeze carried the echoing words which escaped the woman, soon finding her place behind him, waiting until he’d turn back. “Welcome.” And when he’d turn? He’d be welcomed with a completely new sight, a new glance of the woman he previously encountered. There was white. A contrast between what she wore when they met and what she had on now – A long white dress, fitted to envelop her curves beautifully and to let the prominent bones even stick out a little. She was no beauty by society standards – A tall woman, almost grotesquely anorexic in built, as those snow white tresses were pulled back in a simple bun, away from alabaster features. Skin stark white pale, completing the visage, letting a reverse snake necklace dangle at her back, to complete the look. There was a simple detail, still present. The mask, always hiding her optics from vision of others, as if protecting them from view. There was no smile, but a simple small smirk, awaiting his turn.


RB:  You could never say that the following turn of events were expected.  One moment, Nick was standing alone in his chambers – messing about with his wayward hair, the next he was in a place that could be best described as a gothic romantic setting.  Water that was the colour of the night sky, sparkling with the reflection of the stars.  The hint of crushed rose petals – their scent enveloping him as the breezed picked up and made the leaves at his feet dance all about him.  He would need to smack himself twice to see if he was actually awake or not.  So fanciful, that it had to be a dream surely.  For a minute, he believed it was caused by a bad blood batch.  Nick reached for his sleeve cuffs and gave them both a pull slowly, as though he couldn’t simply stand still.  Was he uncomfortable about how this visage came to be?  All he knew was that he didn’t cause it.  Also, this is the last place he could ever dream up in his imagination.  No, this had a woman’s touch.  And that woman welcomed him with just one word.  Nick turned around to find that his hostess had also arrived, or she had been waiting for him.  Dressed in all white, which matched her long tresses, she was a vision to behold.  The dress doing well to embrace her figure – hugging so close that bone were clearly visible.  Her face was adorned with the black bandanna, just as it had been before.  It was more than just a fashion accessory, for he had never seen her without it.  Nick stepped off to walk towards her, only stopping just shy so that he may bow politely.  Forever the gentleman; regardless of the circumstances.  “Sophia.”  Nick straightened to full height, before adding.  “You look radiant this eve.  White is your colour.” –





SA:  She bowed, in return. It was elegant, one hand reaching for her dress to lift it up by the hem only to gracefully bend at the waist, following his. It was then, when she bowed, that a glimpse of blue could be caught beneath the black mask, as it slipped just half an inch along her face before a gloved limb came up to fix it back in place, making sure the accident would not happen again. It was almost paranoia, which guided those long, slender digits to the mask, as one could even take her to be surprised, almost angry at the little slip. “Quite the Silver tongue, you are…” She remarked, up to his flattery of her, a grin playing on her lips, those scarlet red petals curling upwards gently. “I am sorry for kidnapping you on such a short notice… I believed you would’ve been done preparing by the time I was..” It would’ve taken him by surprise, then, when she soon turned around, her back coming to face him as the Mandalla tattoo was placed between her shoulder blades, at the top of her back. The ironic symbolization of the Flower of Life. “Could you help me, please…?” She murmured out as both her hands held onto the ends of her mask, which seemed to be unknotted, asking his help to tie it back over her optics. A test of trust – For he could choose to remove it altogether and leave her without it… or choose to help her tie it back. When he’d approach, he’d take in her scent, even more than their previous encounter. An almost intoxicant sweet scent, so very hypnotic, used to mask what lied beyond it. And when he’d touch her? The flesh on flesh contact would’ve been met with cold, like touching dry ice in the middle of winter, despite that alabaster skin being feather soft, velvet to the touch, and the color of marble glowing in the moonlight-


RB:  In a world far away from this one and in another time, there was a man known as Nick Savage.  He was always known to be a gentleman, well before he fell to the charms of a woman that saw to end his human existence.  But one thing about him, he never changed the way in which he would treat a woman.  That was very much a part of his makeup, something that you simply could not erase.  Though there would be those that tried his patience, he managed to contain any negative feelings deep down were none could see.  Sophia had his full attention now, and this was when she had a minor mishap with the black bandanna that covered her eyes.  The fabric slipped just slightly, but it was enough to reveal what was the very hint of blue.  Naturally, Nick tried not to show an abject curiosity, but he was more concerned about her by the way her hand was quick to move to put the fabric back to shield her eyes.  The Vampire then beamed when Sophia called him a silver tongue for his compliment about her beauty.  “You should know by now that I speak from the heart.” If there was one thing about her, he admired the way she recovered and held her own.  It was admirable in his eyes.  A chuckle escaped his lips when she apologized for kidnapping him.  “Oh I wouldn’t call it kidnapping, Sophia.  You can’t really say that if it was consensual. “  He wanted to be her guest, actually.  It had given him something to look forward too.  “Not every day I get to bring out the old tux.”  He pulled on the lapels of his coat in a haughty gesture.  His head tipping side to side, with his hair flopping about.  It really was unruly at the worst of times.  You could say it gave him a roguish air.  When Sophia turned and asked if he could help her with the bandanna ties that had become unknotted, Nick stepped up and then reached out to take the ends as they were offered. Indeed it was loose, probably from when she made her bow.  Delicately, with hands moving like he was conducting surgery, he carefully retied the fabric ties into a firm bow, that could still be pulled apart with some effort.  It was however standing this close to her, that he was able to drink in her scent.  Alluring as it was unusual.  Nick could even say it was intoxicating.  His fingers strayed to her hair, and as he lowered his hands, he couldn’t help but let the tips brush gently over her locks, before finally letting his arms fall to his sides.  He whispered in a coarse voice – almost in husky.  “That won’t come off again anytime soon, Sophia.”





SA: “You seem to enjoy saying my name now.” It was almost a mockery, a teasing whisper which escaped her lips as she turned around only to let his hands wander and touch the mask which held one of the secrets she kept most greatly hidden. It even brought a small flinch of her form, one nobody could actually predict from a woman like her, when they gripped both ends of the mask, allowing her own paranoia to seep in – In all honesty, she felt like running away, deep within; A weak spot of the woman, one of the many she rarely displayed. Lips parted to allow a small gasp to slither between them as they half opened, almost anticipating the moment he’d grip the mask off her optics – Because if you were confronted with a mystery, your first instinct would be trying to uncover it, no? And yet, it came as a surprise to feel the mask even tightening more against her scalp, secured over her optics as it should have been in the first place. He spoke from the heart… It was the reason why he was still here, indubitably so. Sophia’s outcome for the Readings was only suggested by the three questions she asked, ever changing for each customer, allowing them to make the final decision over their… Fate, one would call it. Destiny. Or maybe Chance. Whatever it was, those three questions brought him here, still breathing. When his fingers trailed through those snow-white tresses, gently caressing some stray hairs which escaped the neatly secured bun on the top of her head, her mind flooded with memories long forgotten – Blind people see beyond sight, their senses deeply provoked to their full potential, bringing a true synesthesia over this being, despite no longer having a living breath: The simple touch brought a wave of memories through her mind, ambushing her like waves crashing against rocks on the shore, nevertheless without considering that his wandering digits reached a sensitive spot on her body – A weak spot, one so powerful that it brought another gasp from her, this time more audible, like a faint echo carried by the wind: The nape of her neck. She didn’t turn to face him, yet – She only allowed her head to slowly rotate along her neck, offering a gaze beyond that black mask his way. “Thank you.”


RB:  When you are standing before a woman who is as much a mystery as is what lays beneath the black bandanna, you tend to forget yourself.  This is what happened to Nick as he tightened the binding of her bandanna and reassuring her that it would not come undone again.  He did however let his fingers stray far longer than what was considered polite, but in doing so, Sophia reacted in a way that was unexpected.  He was sure he heard it – that audible gasp.  When was the last time a man had been so close to her and allowed the opportunity to touch her?  Nick’s face showed a mixture of concern, and also a hint of satisfaction that he could even make a woman sound that way.  It had been so long.  He blinked away the thought from his mind when he captured sight of her head turning – just enough that he could see her cheek.  She thanked him.  The vampire’s eyes lowered till he saw the nape of her neck.  As though sculptured by the very gods themselves.  Delicate…and beautifully curved till it met her shoulder.  Nick’s lips parted just slightly, and then remembering himself he closed it again and took a step back to allow her space to turn to face him.  “It was nothing, Sophia.”  There it was again.  He had repeated her name.  “Your name does so easily roll off the tongue.”  Perhaps she would believe that this was all in his plans, to be gracious to a fault – but he knew no other way.  “Should we have a stroll before dinner?  Or would you rather gaze at the stars afterwards?” –



SA:   “Whatever you prefer.” A blunt statement rolled along her own tongue now, coming as a response to his question, before fully turning to face him. Face to face, as that mask hugged and entrapped her mystery optics fully in black, allowing it to create such a contrast between it and the alabaster skin of those delicate, feminine features. Plump red lips plucking upwards at their corners to offer a small smirk, as if teasing, provoking him to make a decision. She held her ground – After all, if Nick would’ve realized it by now, he was on her territory, a territory created by her own powers, engulfed into a perpetual illusion of being, the mere existence of this place trapped in a lock of dimension. Reality, he never left his chambers and yet he could feel everything – Each small breeze through his raven colored strands, each rose petal falling on his shoulders, each scent carried by the wind, the miasma of the roses mixed with her intoxicant sweet scent, only to intensify the hypnosis. “I’ve invited you to Dinner, no? It’s your choice how you wish to start off… The night is ours.” She punctuated those last 4 words, so beautifully that her words would’ve created a hypnotic trance on their own, almost inquired of seduction. Soon, her body twisted around to walk by his side only to pass him by with a single small signal, letting the tips of her gloved digits slowly caress over the back of his hand as she turned, walking within the ruins of this room, passing the scarlet curtains. As she walked, she almost seemed to be floating, if not for the barely audible clicking of her heels against the concrete floor, her hips swaying in their own little dance with each step she took as her shoulder blades rolled slightly in her motion. He could see it, now – Her spine, somewhat protruding as each vertebra danced along the middle of her back, curving her shape into a flexible S-shape, rolling each time she turned her body to look back and see him – Hopefully following.


RB:  Interesting as to the tone of her voice, for it did not match that beautifully yet disarming smile.  Face to face, he was again caught off guard by the way that the mask only accentuated the subtle alabaster sheen of her skin.  No other woman had skin like it, and the fact her lips were so full, so ripe as though they had been stung.  Nick wondered what they would feel like if he were to nip at them – tug that bottom lip enough till he could release it and let it spring back.  Oh she was a wicked one.  The hint of that smile; only drawing him in further into what must be her web.  Though he himself was a hunter of sorts, he had no doubt in his mind that she was an even greater predator.  But who wants to live in the shadows and hide from the delights of what it was like to dance on the edge of sanity.  Nick had no idea that this was all being projected by Sophia, controlled.  From the very air, the rose petals, and the gentle curtains that swayed softly to the breeze that now lifted his own locks and teased them like invisible fingers.  When Sophia finally answered his question, he hung on her every word.  She had invited him to dinner, and it was now his choice as to how they may start this night off.  ~The night is ours.~  Indeed it was.  Nick exhaled a simple breath and watched as she turned to lead him away to another part of the floor that was concealed by sheer red curtains.  As she passed he felt the touch of her fingers dance across the back of his hand.  It was fleeting, but enough to get his attention to move along after her.  But not before he watched her walk.  It was not walking.  She was gliding, though the sounds of her shoes did reach his ears.  Nick started to follow, rolling his own shoulders back and walking with purpose – boldness in his stride and he was quick to catch her up.  He was hungry….very hungry, but he wanted something more than just a meal.  “As we have all night, I would like to ask you for a dance first.”  This might have seemed out of the ordinary, but Nick was from another time.  He held out his hand as though he wished to lead her out to an open space on the balcony.-



SA:   A Predator. It was probably the most suitable word for her and yet she was after so much more. Spirits were vengeful on their own and her vengeance ran deep within – Boiled deep inside of her, so intense that it would make blood rush through her veins with the power of a tornado, twisting and twirling the depths of her soul until there was nothing left to bend, but the Void. There mere mention of Void, Darkness which enveloped her being over time, clouding whatever reason left and only letting the burning, searing desire of Vengeance seep in like a savage beast rattling its chains, wanting freedom. There were many names for what she was, many mentions of her: The Doll, the Rusalka, the Black Widow, the Siren, all of them correct and all of them wrong – She was more than met the eye, despite being Blind, in the first place. The Monster, disguised into the shape of primordial Sin. She didn’t have to turn to feel him following her and yet the invitation to a dance only made her body gently roll to offer a gaze over her shoulder, a small, seductive grin playing on her lips as she stepped forward to the other side of the room, on the balcony. And there, the beauty of this room actually came to stand tall: The Moonlight, shining over them, offering her alabaster skin a certain radiant glow. Her body leaned against the concrete balcony, bending gently at the waist just a little to let her arms support against the hard surface.



RB:  There were no words spoken, not a yes or a no.  Instead, Sophia merely glanced back at him over her shoulder as she continued out towards the balcony.  Nick nodded with a hidden smile as he continued on after her, his hands now stuffing into his coat pockets, his shoulders hunching slightly.  Almost like stalking her.  Chasing beauty to the moon and back.  As he made his way upward, only then did the moon’s rays truly illuminate Sophia’s skin.  It was like she was herself a star.  Bright and glowing in wake of the moon.  The waters that were below shimmered in the offered light, and this only added to the magic of the setting that she had created.  Nick was still lost as to what Sophia truly was, but it really didn’t matter to him.  She had invited him to dinner, and though they had yet to feast on sweet morsels, he had already been privy to touch her tresses, granted permission to even tie her bandanna and smell her glorious scent.  Was he now the fly caught in her gossamer threads?  Maybe.  But in a dance, it is the man that always leads.   Nick approached her and with the roll of his wrist, he reached for her, encircling his right arm around her waist, in order to draw her body away from the balcony and up against him.  His left hand moving to capture her left hand –interlocking his fingers within hers.  “Shall we?”  He asked, gazing down at the face that was now tattooed into his mind…-



SA: The tug on her form was a pleasant surprise, but a surprise, nonetheless, even for her seemingly lost in her own territory, gazing up at the moonlight. Soon, she found her back gently pressed against his chest, dragged away from the cold concrete only to have one of her hands gripped into his, the petite white limb ever so perfectly cradled by his larger one, almost completing each other. Her body turned so elegantly, reaching to face him one more while her right hand moved upwards. Tips of her soft, feather-like fingers trailed and caressed along his arm, before it locked around her waist, feeling his palm settling at her middle back, right where her spine curved so beautifully into that S-shape. Such a perfect fit to welcome his hand in that small little gap of her slender physique. Her digits kept trailing along his arm, from his wrist up to his elbow and his upper arm only to then slowly trace the line of his shoulder blade, dancing digits on their own before settling gracefully on his shoulder. A dance they will start, as the music began to play seemingly out of nowhere only anticipating for his first step, as their bodies barely brushed against each other once in awhile, making brief contact. Her, the woman in white, so cold to the touch that her skin could freeze anything it came in contact with, absorbing the heat from her surroundings, and him, the gentleman, ever so elegantly about to guide her in his dance. It was his turn, to play the Predator. It was his turn, to lead the stage as she positioned herself just right to easily be manoeuvred by him.


RB:  Sophia gave no resistance towards the vampire’s attempt to bring her into hold.  In fact, he could tell that she had danced before.  His fingers curled around to lock in place with hers, and he marvelled in the fact her hand was so much smaller than his own.  Delicate.  His right hand now firmly placed to the base of her back, and he stood very much proud  – like a peacock.  His chin rising as the music began on the very first step taken.  A waltz.  A traditional dance that had been taught to him by his mother.  Sophia was so incredibly light, that when the young Vampire spun her around in the dance, it was practically effortless.  Her dress was sweeping the floor as they moved in perfect precision and in harmony with the music.  Nick did feel however, the chill of coldness from the touch of his hands upon her, and though this sent a shiver through him, he carried on as though it didn’t bother him at all.  They glided around the stone floor of the balcony, the backdrop now a blur in behind them as Nick kept up the pace.  Only when the dance was coming to its end, did Nick look down at his dancing partner.  The music slowing to a point, where Nick dipped Sophia back.  In this hold he was hovering over her, and she was in the vulnerable position.  On her back foot, you could say.  Nick brought her up very slowly, and held her still as the music faded to nothing, and the night’s own chorus began again.  The vampire’s breathing had quickened, and his eyes had changed to a very deep red.





SA:   She did dance before, although the memory was mostly a blur, just like the vast majority of her former life, only being able to grasp some fickle visions of it. She did remember dancing, under the moonlight like she was now – And what a beautiful dance they carried, right now, one she allowed him to lead. Each step of hers was carefully calculated, though, even if he indeed was leading, her movements were only meant to entrance, engrasp her partner into a constant hypnosis. Her scent carried by the wind with each twirl and spin, the hem of her dress so gently swaying against the concrete as they moved with each other in perfect unison, harmony. There was a point, where she did something on her own, only to let him know it was still her territory to begin with – Removing her form from his grasp, she only came to spin, moving her body into a pirouette as her slender physique twirled in the air, like the start of a tornado, only to let her scent be carried by a sudden breeze, his way. She came back, soon after. In a way that was so sensual, erotic and yet only meant to entice and provoke him even further. She back into his grasp, in reverse, letting her back bump against his chest as her arms reached up, coiled around his neck into a nice soft grip, running fingers through the raven strands only to look up at him, parting her lips in anticipation until he’d twirl her back to face him. As the dance was ending, she allowed herself to move and lower down as he carried her, keeping her inches hovering above the ground as one of her legs came to arch upwards, loop around one of his, for apparent support. Moments passed like that – just a few moments which seemed like an eternity, staring into each other. Not into their eyes, but into each other, until he brought her up. She noticed his panting. The change of chromatics in his hues, which only brought her body to press against his, chest on chest as one hand curled to trail fingertips along that dress shirt of his. Not saying a word, letting the silence fall over them, as the only audible sound was the wind rustling through the rose bushes.


RB:  Sophia knew how to dance, and well.  In fact she mastered it in such a way, that before he knew what was happening, he found her spinning back so that she would come to be with her back to his chest, and her arm like that of a serpent – winding its way up his neck to only tussle with his wayward locks.  His head motioned to move to the side, allowing her fingers better access.  Oh he liked this.  Though up till now he led the dance, Sophia had changed the pace and he was now finding himself moving to suit her.  The ending would have her coil her leg around him as he supported her frame and back.  This closeness only served to want more.  It was why his breathing quickened, as the predator within him was now fully awake.  The eyes were the tell tale sign, that she had stirred much more in him, and she had done it almost effortlessly.  Only when the dance was truly at its end, did the pair stand so close that their chests were touching.  Nick’s head bowed down, just inches from the top of hers.  Sophia didn’t speak.  She didn’t have too.  The vampire could feel it…deep down.  The lure was slowly dragging him in.  Whether she meant to do it; or not.  For the first time in a long time, he was lost for words.  Muted by her beauty.  The time for being a silver tongue was passed.  He could write her a thousand sonatas and yet it would not be enough.  She could see through false platitudes.  All he had to offer her…was his smile.  A genuine one.



SA:  The dance was all it took – A dance where both body and spirit would come together, lacing with each other to create it, to create this perfect unison between them. A perfect collision of thought and feeling, giving emotion where there was none. And when it came to a halt, all that was left was the silence, as they stood there, facing each other. Her hand, still trailing along his chest as hers pressed against his, feeling how it heaved with every quickened breath he took, while, oddly enough, hers did not – For her, there was no breath to take, but only the cold marble pressed against his own flesh, yet delicate and soft, velvet to the touch. Eventually, her arm went around his neck again, as she leaned in – Tall, yet not as tall as him, having to lift her frame up for their cheeks to meet and the very tip of her lips to brush against his earlobe, to create a small whispered breath. “Take off my mask.” She said that, without departing from him, even resting her head so gently onto his shoulder, to the side, as her arms looped around his form, in a true serpent’s grip, waiting for him to undo his own bindings on the black fabric.


RB:  There was no heat to Nick’s frame, but there was one thing to be said.  Sophia was far colder than he was.  As though she had taken all the heat out of her surroundings and chilled it within her form.  Nick didn’t know what to do next.  He just stood there, until that moment her hand began to move and press to his chest.  He glanced downward and was almost about to bring his hand up to cover it, when she draped an arm around his neck and leaned in enough to have her head come to his shoulder – cheek to cheek.  The gentle yet seductive whisper of her voice that met his ear.  She wanted him to remove her mask.  Now, Nick had seen the way her hand had moved so quick to move the bandanna back in place when it became loose earlier.  She was bothered by it and she had asked him to tighten it again – which he did.  Now, she wanted him to take it off.   At first Nick’s brow creased as he tried to digest what she had asked.  But something inside him, pushed him forwards.  If this was what she wanted, then so be it.  Regardless of what lay beneath.  She had hidden it from view for a reason.  That to which he did not know.  Almost as though in a trance, he reached up behind her head, and felt for the loose tie that if pulled, would bring the bandanna undone.  The vampire closed his eyes, and pulled the tie slowly till the fabric loosened enough to fall free from her face.  All the while, he was caught in her hold.  If this was all part of her plan for ‘dinner’ then there would be no escape.






SA:  It felt like an eternity. The moment when her arms were around his form, tugging at the back of his coat as if tightly gripping onto it, to hold onto him for what was to come. The moment when his fingers gently slipped the bandana off her features, only to keep it settled in his hand as the fabric touched his digits – Soft, yet oddly constricting, like the mask itself was a living creature. An eternity, which only amounted for less than a couple of minutes, until she was bare, stripped of her mask and yet she didn’t move. As if hesitantly moving from his shoulder to face him once more, eyes closed, as lids slowly began to part, like awoken from a deep sleep. And there it was – Her eyes. The abnormal optics she hid so much, the optics which were not staring up into his crimsons. And they were brilliant. Bright azure, such an odd chromatic. Deep, like the vast waters which surrounded them and yet, the anomaly was that they lacked pupils, giving them such a full, strikingly blue shade, like crystal glass. She didn’t blink – He’d find that soon. Her eyes never blinked as though they weren’t normal eyes to begin with. The eyes of a Blind woman, so strikingly, brilliant blue now stared up at him.



RB : What was Nick expecting to be behind the black bandanna?  He had earlier seen the odd sliver of blue, but nothing could prepare him for what she was about to reveal.  Nick felt the fabric give way and slide down.  He never let go of the end of the tie, but slowly drew it back so now her eyes and that part of her face would become exposed to the night…and him.  He even held his breath as he felt her beginning to move back from him and this was when he saw what was Sophia’s true beauty.  Hidden away from all, Sophia had just revealed the most brilliant azure eyes he had ever seen.  These were striking, a shade of blue that was more dazzling than sapphires.  The vampire simply couldn’t look away.  “Sophia…” her name whispered as though he feared others might hear.  Not that there was anyone else there.  Nick reached up to cradle her cheek with his right hand, as though he didn’t want her to move.  Why had she been hiding her eyes from the world?  He could see that she didn’t blink and that the optics didn’t move.  Sophia was blind, but she could see him.  She could see inside of him.  “You’re beautiful.”






Double trouble – GS.


The Vampire Twins – Valarie and Reece were now on the prowl.  Their hunting ground was to be the Dark Velvet club.  A night of sizzling dancing and frenzied feeding awaited them…

Scene setting – The Dark Velvet Club – Gantz Series.

Written with Chor.


Razorbackwriter:  It hadn’t been a long walk for the twins, since both were more than capable of travelling at speed through the bustling crowds. Reece was like a ghost almost, here one moment then a blur the next as he weaved and spun his way through the groups of people. Not bothering to stop of look back for his twin. She’d follow. She had too. Reece was the kind of vampire that gave no shit about who he hurt and what he did. A disaster waiting to happen. It might bring a sense of excitement in this unpredictability, but there was always consequences for everything.

Reece’s form finally fully materialized in front of the Velvet Room. Now this was a place that he had heard of, but hadn’t been bothered enough to enter before. The roguish lad sneered as he saw the bevy of beauties and hopeful blokes that were lined up down the sidewalk. A pair of heavies were at the door, and of course they had one of those red ropes blocking off access to un-savories. Reece had a winner’s grin as he flashed his pearly whites at the muscle bound duo.

“Are you two clowns going to invite me in?” Reece’s eyes became almost hypnotic as he awaited their reply. That and his sister’s timely arrival. If he knew one thing about her, she had a way with the opposite sex that should be applauded. Reece cocked his head as he silently counted down Val’s arrival at his side.




Reece was just a bit ahead of Val; she could see his head bobbing through the crowd at speeds that might be considered a little mysterious. She didn’t mind, though. As a vampire, she was very much human in some ways. A nice stroll helped the blood in her stomach settle and while she remained full, her brother was consistently hunting for sustenance because of over-exertion. It was an interesting existence.

As Reece stopped, she could see why he had not been allowed admittance yet. Usually he’d be fully party before a bouncer even noticed he’d enetered. There stood two of the most burly men Val had ever laid eyes on; this was to be no challenge for Val, of course, and as she came up behind her brother she was completely in step with his light counting. As his seductive vocal chords pronounced their ‘1’, her heel clicked down in front of the small, intimate gathering at the door. A beautiful, teethed grin spread wide on her pale-as-the-night-moon- face as she leaned forward. One hand gently landed on the first man’s chest, her second, and right, hand reaching to caress the inside of the second man’s wrist. The smell of the club was oddly dead, but the smell of blood -however mingled- was truly delightful.

“Boys…boys…what does a girl and her handsome brother have to do to get a drink in these parts? I’d be so very distressed if you didn’t allow me entrance; won’t you please invite me to have a drink?” Val drawled, her rouge lipstick forcing her lips to continue to be together even tough her mouth was parted and showing her very pearly whites. Her deep eyes were connected with one male, the other, a deep force within them almost willing them to comply…or maybe just suggesting.


Razorbackwriter:  Reece could always count on Valarie to make a good first impression. Those snappy heels of her marking the time of his countdown with perfect precision. Both door men found themselves under her wicked gaze and you could practically hear their hearts beating faster. Dicks swelling inside their pants as she laid her hands on them. Speaking with a cat like grace, Reece pulled out a chupa chup and popped it in his mouth as he wiggled his brows at the two large meat heads.

“Ain’t she something?”

The younger vampire twirled the lolly stick in his mouth, before pinching the end and letting it drag along his tongue; his body already moving in a hypnotic motion to the bass beat of the music inside. Naturally, the two bouncers lifted the rope and allowed Reece and Valarie to enter the premises without further issue. Being a cheeky twat, Reece lifted his hand to his cheek, like it was a phone – his pinky the mic and his thumb the speaker. He mouthed “Call me…” before following his older sister into the entrance of the club.

On entering the club doors, the pair were met with the dazzling strobe lights, the smell of sweat and booze along with some tacky cheap perfume. It was a hunting ground for the duo in black.

“Oh baby.” Reece swatted the ass of one of the waitresses that passed a little too close. He gave her a saucy wink, before draping his arm lazily around his sister’s shoulder. Still sucking on his hard lolly pop, he gave the stick a twirl, before taking it out and pointing to the mob gyrating on the dance floor.

“Virtual blood bags on shapely legs. Look at those pins! Fuck me, I want a threesome with those two blonde boobies.”He had already pointed out two blonde haired girls, with skirts up to their ass cheeks.

Reece took out his lolly and then tossed it into a man’s beer glass not far from where he stood.

“See anything to your….taste, Val.”



Chor:  Val has never been turned down; it’s not in a human’s nature to say no to her. It made her wonder if humans had this same effect on people, in real life and not like in the silly films they made so many of. As her eyes adjusted to the bright flashes and her body tothe rhythmic music, Val smiled, pulling her tongue across on sharp canine and then dragging it to the other. She was bouncing on the cellular level, even her atoms were vibrating to the beat the huge bass speakers were pumping out.

You can fuck ’em all later. Have a little fun first,” Val shouted to her brother, taking his hand, lollipop still resting within, and putting his candy between her lips. After a good suck, she let the delicious treat go, with a pop. Her eyes scanned the crowd thoroughly. No one here was remotely subpar enough for her. Hot women go out to get drunk; scummy men go out to get hot women drunk in the hopes of taking them home. She wouldn’t find but a few 7-8s in this shitpile of 3s and 4s, while Reece would fuck anything, yet always managed to take home some ofthe best goodie bags.

Nah, but the night is young…” She said, slapping his ass as she walked away into the crowd to get her dance on.

Razorbackwriter:  Reece couldn’t help but enjoy how his sister played along with him so well. The teasing vixen even went as far to pinch his lolly for a good old suck, before telling him that he could fuck them all later. Valarie wanted to have some fun first. Reece’s lopsided grin showed that he was all up for whatever entertainment that she had in store, and of course, Valarie never disappointed. She gave his ass a good slap before making her way into the crowd to get her dance on.

It was like watching the parting of the red sea, the way that she was able to just have patrons move to the side to allow her easy access to the center of the dance area. Her gorgeous ass swinging back and forth like a pendulum in time to the beat. it was more than just mesmerizing. Reece had already had enough of his lolly and figured that if he couldn’t beat her, why not join her. Tearing off his jacket, he draped it over the arm of one of the waitresses and shouted at her to take it to the cloak room, as he undid the top two buttons of his shirt. Valarie set the bar….her dancing already quite provocative, and like a jungle cat, Reece went in after her.

He found her easily of course, moving to be right up behind her. Anyone looking at the pair would think they were on a date, and in no way siblings. As the tempo of the music became quite sultry, Reece moved his hands to his sister’s hips and pulled her back towards him as he rolled his hips into rump. The night was indeed young, as she so skillfully put and he intended to milk it for all it was worth.

Soon many eyes were upon them, lusting…..and that was exactly how Reece liked it.

If you’re going to catch fish….you need a big net.




It had begun. The boat was in the water, net sinkin down to the depths. As the pulsating music filled Valarie’s pierced ears, she felt the ever-familiar touch of her twins’ hands sliding from behind to rest on her pelvic bones. As his fingers dug in to pull her close, there was no protest. This dance, one so well-versed and very, very successful, was one they loved to dance. Not only because she could see the eyes in the room glazing with jealousy and maybe even a tinge of rage in the dilated oculars of the female counterparts, but because as Valarie’s behind made no attempt to rid itself of his crotch’s proximity she knew he was the only one who knew how to treat her right. He regarded her queen of the kingdom and that was something she’d never ifnd in these usless quivering fucks, drooling all over themselves at the sight of the two.

Suddenly, like a dam breaking, the bass dropped; exploding the crowd and forcing everyone into one congealed mess on the dance floor. Thick like blood. Val spun herself, her fierce eyes searching the deeply hungry ones her brother looked back at her with, pulling his jaw into her red fingernailed hand. One last move before the dance ends. Val locked her dangrous mouth with Reece’s, pulling away only to nod and shove him backward into the crowd. Seeing that, he would have the masses after his adoration; though they wouldn’t be receiving anything but a swift fuck in the club restroom. She always gets to go home with the love. Just how she likes it.


Razorbackwriter:  Could Valarie shake that ass or what? Reece dug his nails tight into her hip bones and surged his own forward so that the two would meet in a blistering display of vertical smexing. It was more than hot, it was enough to arouse the crowd into a feverish stupor, that only grew as the bass dropped. Throbbing, ass shaking, wild twerking. Like heathens all dancing to their golden Idol, they did so dance. With the drones, all mindless fucks that moved around the center. The circle that gave Reece and Valarie the stage. Val was the Queen Bee, the Queen of the night and she proclaimed that right to all in her sight. Not that she cared what they thought, oh no. But Reece knew this plan of attack well. Like a well choreographed routine, the two continued to sizzle, right up to that moment when everything seemed to slow to a crawl and the Queen was about to take what she considered hers. A kiss. One that was brutal in its delivery. As though she was marking her territory on Reece for all to see. The way her claws dug into his chin and drew him down to seize that kiss. Steal his breath away. The crush of her crimson lips on him, elicited a moan that came from deep down, but the moment was over before he had a chance to pull her into his arms. Instead, she flung him back into the waiting crows of adoring club goers. As if to say….“I can have him when I want.” Of course, she was right.

Reece fell back and almost stumbled but was caught by a flurry of arms. Girls practically falling over themselves to be his cushioned wall. This alone brought about a laugh from the younger Vampire. His smile only grew as he drank in his sister’s beauty. No one….no one on earth had the same power that she did. As much as Reece teased her, his true feelings were not far off the surface. He was fiercely loyal when the chips were down and all things were serious. In fact, he would take the fall for her without question. His love for her so very strong.

Other men were now fighting to be at her side. The ruckus sure to bring out the bouncers. It was almost too delicious not to watch. All hard erect jerk offs that wanted to be the one to take Valarie home. To see her react to this attention always brought about the biggest of smiles from Reece. She would never give them what they wanted. She always took the lion’s share.

By now, women were draping themselves over Reece as he kept his eyes solely on Valarie. The girls could touch all they wanted, but in his mind, it was Valarie’s hands, not theirs.



Chor:  Val watched their brilliant plan unfold, raising her toned arm to give a little wave to her brother as the masses threw their vaginas at him. They did so with such vigor, it was almost impressive to Valarie. So willingly they would desecrate themselves; Val did not blame them. None but she could resist Reece’s charms and incredibly attractive physique.

Val turned away from the sight then, knowing that Reece would now take care of himself. She danced violently with a male who found his way to her. As close as he was, his pulse sang louder than the music in her ears. Her mouth found his neck and she gently sucked it, not biting but pulling the blood from the vessels to create a blood-vessel abrasion. His moans delighted her, but once she’d had her fun she stepped back, claiming to need a drink. She didn’t do much of that; didn’t need to. Her high was already in effect from the twins’ earlier feeding. A water, though, found its way eventually into her possession and she stared over it at the throng of humans as she sipped.


Razorbackwriter:  Fire like flames erupted in the foreground, with Reece becoming the Master of the dance floor. Women in front, behind – grinding and pawing at him as he stripped off his shirt slowly. The music playing now slow, hypnotic and with a deep base line. He was the ham in the sandwich with the blonde butter babes did all they could to press their bare flesh to him. Reece bore an almost sardonic grin – his elongated fangs extended and this just made the girls all the more frenzied to be the one he would chose. But why stop at one? He groped the ass of the girl that was dancing right in front of him. His sharp nails digging deep into her round flesh. Reece’s hips gyrated and he was practically fucking her on the dance floor through her flimsy satin dress. Another girl clawed at his back, and wanted in on the action. She was kissing and nipping at his shoulder, and Reece tipped his head back, with his face turning sharply so he could lick her cheek with that long tongue of his.

Beonce’s Haunted was now playing on the loud speakers and this was the perfect track to dance to, you could say it was like Reece’s theme song. As much as he was wily and roguish, he had a very dark sadistic side, that you really needed to be afraid of.

Was Valarie watching the show, or was she too busy helping herself to some poor sap’s arteries. Reece’s eyes flickered as they found his prize; his sister now leaning against some post and having a drink. Must have got her fill then. ~Way to go, Queenie!~ Now it was the Prince’s turn.

The music picked up pace, and this had Reece seize the girl in front’s hair with a sharp tug, and pulling her off the dance floor, he snatched the hand of the girl that had been behind him. The vampire was more than ready to enjoy the fruits that these girls were all too willing to offer to him.

Finding a darkened corner, he pushed one girl to the floor on her knees, and slowly unzipped his jeans – exposing his engorged hard on for her waiting lips. With that girl eagerly sucking him and licking at the shaft, he took the other girl and started to kiss her hungrily, while his eyes changed to a dark red. The three wreathed together, until Reece bit down on the standing girl’s neck. Her cries muffled as he curled his hand around her head, his other hand being used to push the kneeling girl on him harder to take him deep throat. It was plain to see that Reece was very good at multi-tasking.



The World inside Scar’s hat – Part Five : SS.

Scar is shocked at how those with magic in this world are treated.  He knows true evil and Mariela; along with her family were far from that.  Getting his bearings it is now up to the Alp to find the magic within himself to help the boys save their sister….

Scene setting – The World inside Scar’s hat – Seven sins series.

Co-written with Dessy.

Dessy:  “You keep it all hidden away?”

At this question, the boys looked at each other, then Sean turned to Scar. “Yes. Magic isn’t exactly… praised here. We’ve always had to keep it hidden. Magic is considered nothing but pure evil – even if used for good, like Mariela’s was.” Sean spoke, looking at his brother, who nodded in agreement. “We started putting more effort into hiding it after Mariela’s death. The town found out we were witches and burned the house to try and kill all of us. Calling us “evil”, and “monsters”, and “wanting nothing more than to kill them all”.” Sam spoke, anger slightly in his voice by all of this. “You’ve met our sister… tell us. Do you honestly think Mariela would use her powers for any sort of evil?” Sam asked, before turning back around and walking to the chest.

Sean grabbed something off of the wall as they passed by, heading to the end of the room where the chest was located. It was an amulet – Mariela’s amulet that she wore at all times. The amulet helped her have full control of her powers, and it was also used to unlock various things of hers – such as the chest. The boys knelt down in front of the chest, and Sean held the amulet in front of it – then the chest popped open. Sam looked up at Scar, noticing he was looking at everything on the wall. “Look around, if you want. We’ll need to flip through the journals to find what we’re looking for.” he said, before both boys started digging through the chest.

They pulled out journals, most of them singed or with the cover almost completely burned off. A few other things were in the chest, like artifacts, for example – whatever were most valuable. There were a few video tapes lying around that, once again, given to them by Tessa. The boys didn’t know what exactly they were looking for – but they would look through everything.

As Scar looked around at the pictures, Mariela was seen through different ages of life. Most of them had Tessa in it, but they were there. Down to when she was a young child, up until her nineteenth birthday when she died. A few pictures were of Tessa and Mariela as young children. Some had them smiling, some had funny faces, in most of the younger one’s Mariela would stick her tongue out in a childish manner. The last picture that was taken was on her nineteenth birthday, three days before her death, as was obvious with a banner in the background that said “Happy 19th Birthday, Mariela!” and party decorations. Mariela was standing next to Tessa, one arm wrapped around her with a big, bright smile on her face, green eyes full of life and happy, and her blonde curls were like they always were. Tessa was kissing her cheek in a friendly gesture, holding a cup of punch in her other hand that wasn’t wrapped around Mariela. Mariela’s personality and life when she was here could be seen shining through the pictures… the life before she died.

The brothers didn’t hear what Scar had said, but Sean looked over hearing Scar speak to them, a bit startled by the sudden flair Scar seemed to have. “Alright. Come help us.” Sean said, handing a few journals to him. “If you see something that looks like a teleportation spell, or something dealing with this collar, let us know.” when he mentioned the collar, Sean picked it up, examining it closely now. Maybe there was some sort of writing on it… or some sort of symbols that could help them out here. Anything.

Razorbackwriter:  How odd this world was? Seeing magic as all evil and then murdering those that practice it? If humans went to Hell, the place where Mariela was now, they would see true evil in its most horrid forms. What Mariela and her brothers practiced was light magic, the kind that was good. Scar could see that, yet humans couldn’t. What a foul lot they were. Not appreciating what should be a blessing and not a curse. Scar knew all about curses. He knew what dark powers could do and what fueled them. Take Lydia for example. The Demon of Ambition. Oh, she appeared sweet and gentile on the surface, but she was darker than most of the other heads of hell. She was cruel, and one that thought of no one but herself. She fitted into the new role of Greed with such ease it was hardly surprising. The more that Scar thought of it, the more he realized that Mariela did not truly belong in Hell. She was in a way an Angel. Least in his mind. Perhaps that was part of the attraction. Loving something he could never have, or hope to be.

“You’ve met our sister… tell us. Do you honestly think Mariela would use her powers for any sort of evil?”

Scar shook his head. He didn’t think that Mariela had a bad bone in her body. In fact, she seemed almost reluctant to use her powers. She was so shy about them. Was it an insecurity, or was it the fact that her power was what led her to end up being in Hell?

“No, I don’t think she ever would. If anything she would use them to save another, given the chance.”

This was as honest as you would ever get the Alp to be. Having him open up…oh if only Mariela could see this. See the human version of the alp. it would be an eye opener. Watching the boys recover an amulet that Mariela used to wear, and then using it to open a chest, Scar was told to look around, while the boys rummaged through her chest. Scar gave a curt nod as he was more than happy to peruse through all of Mariela’s pictures and treasures.

One picture he simply couldn’t take his eyes off was the one of her celebrating her 19th birthday, with her friend Tessa. The young witch was so vital looking. Happy, so very happy. The world at her feet, and there for the taking. Yet it was not to be. Scar tipped his head to the side as he saw how the camera had captured that radiant beauty that he had come to love.

“So beautiful.” Scar uttered as he passed his hand over the picture. Only thing was as he turned away from it, the images in the photograph started to move. The girls becoming animated. The photo had come to life, and Scar didn’t know that it was he that had caused it. Again, he was unaware of the true power of the hat.

“Alright. Come help us.” Sean was now ready to have Scar help them in finding a spell. He handed the alp some journals and Scar took them, before finding a small chair to sit on. One by one, he started to flip through the pages. His eyes scanning back and forth across the text. One book, that sat beside him and was next on the pile to be read, had a symbol on the front. Aged and tattered yellow stained pages poked out haphazardly, while the symbol glowed with a sudden brightness, as Scar muttered some words, that he read on another page. Mariela’s magic was able to be reached, via the true connection that he had with her.

Turning his head slowly, he could see the glowing symbol and then whispered.

“I think I’ve found something.”



Dessy:  Honestly, it was hard to live in a world where “magic” was seen as evil. There was magic much more evil then what the brothers and their sister practiced… but people believed all magic was evil. Except for Tessa. Tessa had found out on accident what the family were, but she saw the good they done with it and knew the goodness that Mariela had in her would cause her to use the magic for good only. Sure, Mariela was capable of doing dark magic with ease if she wanted to, but that’s the thing: Mariela didn’t want to. She wanted to use light magic. She wanted to use her powers for good… not evil, whether she was capable of doing it or not.

Tessa was the one who was always with Mariela when she practiced her magic. Watching, observing – she found it interesting that her best friend was so powerful, while she was just an ordinary human. She also found it interesting that a girl who could use both good and bad magic chose to only use the good magic and had no interest in practicing the dark. Tessa has seen what Mariela can do, when her brothers haven’t. Tessa was there for all of it. Every time Mariela wanted to try out a new spell – Tessa was called to be with her. Sort of just as comfort. She also documented things in some of the journals of what she observed and what Mariela explained. Mariela trusted Tessa with her life – which is why Tessa was the only one in town not involved in the fire, and the only person who ran back to the burned house after to comfort her family. Even now, she kept in touch with the family frequently – she was always treated like one, after all. Mariela and Tessa were like sisters.

Hearing Scar speak about their sister, the boys nodded in agreement. “Exactly.” Sam spoke, looking up momentarily. “I can’t recall a single incident where Marie used her powers for evil. She always used them to save someone else. She always put her life in danger to keep someone else from getting harmed – like what she did with us in the fire. She was always willing to risk her life, and sacrifice herself for others.” Sam said. He then looked back to the books, rapidly flipping through pages in an attempt to find something. A lot of this stuff was foreign to them – the boys never learning it, and Mariela never having the chance to teach it to them.

After Scar ran his hand over the picture, it came to life. The girls moving inside the picture – retelling what had happened on that day after the picture was taken. As the picture moved, Tessa could be seen wrapping her arms around Mariela in a hug, before her parents, brothers and other people there joined in for a group hug. They congratulated, and Mariela was laughing and smiling the entire time. The brothers never noticed the picture coming to life – they were too busy searching the journals.

“I think I’ve found something.”

Scar called, and the boys looked up at him. Scar was eager to help when asked for it, and he had grabbed a stack of books and sat in a chair. They turned their heads to follow Scar’s gaze, and Sean got up and walked to the now glowing book with the symbol on it. “How did you do that?” Sean asked, looking up and staring at Scar. “Actually, never mind… Hopefully this has what we need.” he spoke, and he reached over to pick up the book. He blew dust off the cover, and then opened the book to the first page. But he stopped as the pages of the book turned on their own, flipping through pages before carefully landing on a page that had just what they needed. Sam had gotten up by this point, walking over and standing next to his brother. Mariela’s magic could now be felt throughout the room… for reasons unknown. “Looks like Marie is still with us… and she already knows what we are looking for.”

Razorbackwriter:  Scar wasn’t entirely convinced that he had magic in this world. As far as he knew he was a normal human being, but the truth was that the magic resided within him, due to the Mariela. It was this connection that they had, that crossed beyond realms and reality. The awakening of those that were in the picture he touched was just the start. The boys were eager to see the book that Scar had been holding, and as the pages flipped through to the right place, it was clear that from the inscriptions, that they were going to need help on this. Not only that, because as Scar read the text he started to feel a pressing in his forehead. Little by little. His skin was stretching and the alp cried out as the emergence of a third eye appeared on his head. It was the most unnatural thing you had ever seen. A beautiful green coloured eye that was slightly larger than his other two. It may well have given the two boys a scare to see. Scar’s sudden cries might also have had them shocked.

Scar got up from his seat as the eye rolled around and around before finally settling. The eyelid opened and closed as though testing and the Alp was taking short sharp breathes. He reached up and waved his right hand in front of the eye, and it blinked a few times.

“I didn’t think I could do it.” It really was a shock. He still had some magic. Maybe not the hat, but something far more useful. The third eye. With shaking hands he picked up the book and then he started to go into like trembling fit as the eye flew wide open and projected a scene out into the room much like a hologram. What the boys would see, was the one thing that they would never wish to witness again.

The blazing fire that killed their beloved Mariela.

In a strange voice, Scar spoke. “This is the door way from this world to Hell. It is the way she traveled there. Take the collar, her handkerchief and her friend Tessa to the spot where the house stood.” Scar continued to tremble as the eye was now in control. “The power of three are needed to be united to fight the Demon of Ambition and Greed. The book will guide you.”

The holographic image soon faded out to nothing, and the eye closed – before sinking back into Scar’s skin. The alp then dropped Mariela’s book and passed out on the floor in a heap.



Dessy:  Sean scanned over the page, moving his eyes across the words… only to end up shaking his head. “I don’t understand any of this. This is a lot more advanced than the stuff we can do. The inscriptions, the writing… I don’t understand it.” he spoke, handing the book over to his brother. Sam ran his fingers along the page as he read each word.”Marie never taught us this… Either she never got around to it, or she knew we wouldn’t be strong enough to do it.”

Both boys dropped the book and jumped when Scar started screaming. They watched with wide eyes as what appeared to be another eye appeared on Scar’s forehead. At the sight of the big green eye, the boys took a couple of steps back, their faces holding shocked expressions on them. They simply watched Scar, the eye blinking a few times and Scar waving his hand in front of it. They were discovering a lot of new things today.

“This is just as shocking for us as it was for you…” Sam said, but grew quiet when the eye opened up a hologram. What they saw, was not something they expected to see… and the one thing they never wanted to see again. The fire popped up – the same blazing fire that killed their sister. A gasp came out of Sean’s mouth, and he stumbled backwards, getting caught by his brother who had wide eyes and a horrified expression on his face. After standing his brother up, the boys listened to the words Scar said, but flashes of the fire just kept appearing back in their thoughts.

They needed to go back. Back? To the one place that they tried to run away from? From the town they never wanted to see again? They had no choice. They’d have to deal through the painful memory… to save their sister. “Back? We have to go back?” Sean called, dread clear in his voice. Scar passed out on the floor, and Sam ran to catch the book. “Yes, we have to go back.” Sam said, tossing the book to his brother. “I’ll go call Tessa and let her know. Grab the collar and the handkerchief, as well as the book, and see if you can try to wake him up.” Sam pointed to Scar, and Sean nodded. Sam left the room, pulling out his phone in the process.

Sean immediately turned around, facing Scar. He held out his hand and sent a burst of light towards Scar, in an attempt to jolt him awake. He then turned around, grabbing the handkerchief and then grabbing hold of the collar, placing them on top of the book, which he held tightly in his hand. He then waited to hear back from his brother after his phone call with Tessa. This was going to be hard… but they had to do it. They had no choice.


Darkness. Scar was out cold. Whatever it was that was so powerful to awaken his third eye must have still been present in that room. It was a pretty good guess, that Mariela’s magic was strong within her personal effects, and having touched and handle these items allowed for Scar’s own magic to begin to shine through. The third eye was able to see not only Mariela’s end, but the best and only way to reach her from this world. It was pretty simple really. The last known place of the witch before her terrible death was the house of her birth. The house that had been consumed by the devastating fire. Of course, it is the last place on earth that the brothers would ever wish to be, and being reminded of it was enough to startle and shock both boys. This was going to be a great test of not only their courage, but also acceptance. Going back to the root of your fear and facing it takes a lot of guts. But the reason to go back was to be able and find a way to reach their sister and save her from the evil within the maze. Did the boys understand what Scar was really asking them to do? By bringing Tessa into this, the three of them – all the closest people to Mariela; would need to unite and hold the collar as they stand over the very ground on where she took her last breaths.

As Scar lay on the stone cold floor, his body would be hit by a burst of light. A jarring sensation like an electrical charge would travel through him and the alp would awaken with a fright. His hair smoking slightly, Scar sat up looking dazed. His third eye had disappeared from his forehead, having gone back under his skin. Now he just looked human again.

“My magic worked!” The alp explained, a smile starting to form upon his lips. He had been so sure that he had no magical powers in this world without his hat, but little did he realize that it was Mariela’s power that rubbed off on him and helped him to assist her brothers. Bless her.

Scar looked around for Sam, who was no longer in the room.

“Where is the other one?”

The alp didn’t know he was off trying to get Tessa. Seeing that Sean had all the things they needed to go and rescue Mariela, Scar was quick to get to his feet. Patting himself down, the alp did have one thing to say about being zapped awake.

“Next time, you could just slap my face to wake me up.” He did smell a bit like cooked bacon.



The Easybeats – Friday on my mind.

The perfect song for a Friday!  Been a busy week for this little razorback, but catching up with my writing now.  Enjoy this song by the Aussie band, the Easybeats – Australia’s answer to the Beatles.

Enjoy your Friday!!!

Monday morning feels so bad
Everybody seems to nag me
Comin’ Tuesday I’ll feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wednesday just won’t go
Thursday goes too slow
I’ve got Friday on my mind

I’m gonna have fun in my city
I’ll be with my girl, she’s so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is out of sight to me

Tonight, I’ll spend my bread
Tonight, I’ll lose my head
Tonight, I’ve got to get tonight
Monday, I have Friday on my mind

Do the five day drag once more
No one, nothing else that bugs me
More than workin’ for the rich man
Hey, I’ll change that scene one day

Today I might be mad
Tomorrow I’ll be glad
‘Cause I’ve got Friday on my mind

I’m gonna have fun in my city
I’ll be with my girl, she’s so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is out of sight to me

Tonight, I’ll paint my friend
Tonight, I’ll lose my head
Tonight, I’ve got to get tonight
Monday, I have Friday on my mind

I’m gonna have fun in my city
I’ll be with my girl, she’s so pretty
I’m gonna have fun in my city
I’ll be with my girl, she’s so pretty
I’m gonna have fun in my city
I’ll be with my girl



Never knew love could be like this – GS.

Dinner is a huge success, not only because of its good taste, but because it has brought our couple; Tommy and Elissa closer together….

Scene setting – Tommy’s apartment – Gantz series.

Co-written with VunG.


VunG:  Elissa snickered a little at his response, wiggling her nose to his poke and shrugging a little conceding the point. Really, she was thinking more about his tastes when she said ‘fancy,’ but he had a point; he was about as elegant as a demolition derby. Still as entertaining as one though. Regardless, she went ahead and took a seat, flashing him a grin while she got herself situated, leaning back with a relaxed grin while she watched him work within the kitchen. There was a strange peaceful joy in watching him go about such work–she didn’t know why but there was just some tame part of her that enjoyed watching her man do something simple like this. The food smelled absolutely tantalizing even from here–she couldn’t remember the last time she had Thai food, if at all, but it seemed absolutely awesome even from a distance. At one point she would notice the chocolates and roses and promptly smiled at the gesture, assuming that he had meant to give them to her (or share in the chocolates’ case) and had simply forgotten. She’d comment later… right now she didn’t want to interrupt him.

When he finally got over, the candles all set up, the rather nice-looking wine set up, the food before them, the lovely soft glow. Wow… he’d really gone all the way with this private setting. It really was quite romantic, and she found herself blushing at the fact that he’d gone through all this effort for her.

When he raised his glass, she gladly acted in kind, a charming smile on her face as she looked back at him then took a sip of the wine. It was quite good actually, she generally preferred the sweeter wines to dry ones, and this was a wonderful example. High quality, relatively speaking, assuming her taste hadn’t gone stale. It would be clear from the look on her face she was pleased with the wine, but then when she took her first bite of the curry, she would positively light up. It was AMAZINGLY DELICIOUS! She loved spicy food, but with that in mind she needed something to have flavor as well as spice rather than just be burning hot–Tabasco sauce, I’m looking at you. This stuff was perfect! It may have been a rush job, but she couldn’t tell–he might as well have spent the entire time since leaving her house making it, for all she knew. After she finished two or three bites she would happily tell him, ~Amazing job, darling! That shouty British asshole would be green with envy.~


Razorbackwriter:  Tommy had been watching for Elissa’s reaction to his cooking. Would it be to her palate? He himself had taken two bites, and managed to get the taste just right in his mind. His mother would be proud. The corners of Tommy’s mouth crept upward when he watched Elissa sign that she felt he had done an amazing job in cooking. That the shouty British asshole would be green with envy. It was a green Thai curry that they were enjoying, and the puns were not lost on the cheeky reporter. As he swallowed another mouthful, he chuckled to himself.

“Well love, I don’t swear as much as that bloke in the kitchen. Also…I’m better looking.” Tommy gave Elissa wink before taking another forkful of curry and rice. He was hungry, and had a real appetite for this kind of food. So much like his Mother’s style. She loved everything with spice and chili. “Would you believe I did this in half an hour….AND had a shower.” If Tommy was showing off, he was being a bit of a wag about it.

In between bites, Tommy offered Elissa the condiments and then topped up her wine. He was trying to keep the dinner conversation light and free from the stress and dramas that they had been through up to this point. Last thing that Elissa needed was a recap on the Fluffy princess, or the dramas surrounding Frank and those pictures. In the back of his mind, he still had the worry of Madame Rose Li and what she had done in relation to the Commander and his schemes. Truth was, Tommy didn’t know who was worse, but he did know that Madame Rose rarely let go of something that she wanted. She acted selfishly, always. Regardless of who would pay the price. As for Tamika, well….Tommy didn’t think it was wise to bring her up. He’d arrange to go and get his key back off her probably in a few days, rather than add acid to an open wound.

By the end of his meal, Tommy was lapping up the sauce with a piece of naan bread and popping it into his mouth. He was stuffed. Eating way too much and pushed himself back in his chair and patted his stomach.

“See, the good thing about dining here is….there are no interruptions, and if you wanted to….hmm, enjoy some more nocturnal pursuits, the bed is not far away.” Tommy leaned back and stretched his arms back over his head and inhaled deeply. You could see his shirt tighten over his athletic frame, and as the bottom of his shirt rose up at the front, there was a hint of hair that was just peeking out shy of his jeans.



VunG:  Elissa snickered at his assurance that he was, if nothing else, better looking than Ramses, and would grin and nod her agreement there. Tom was better than most models she’d seen, much less that old fart. In all seriousness though, this food was delicious, and she was pretty darn hungry, especially for something more filling than this. When he said this had only taken a half hour, she would quite nearly choke on her wine and look at him with shock, then down to the food, then back at him. ~Bullshit,~she declared with a smile. She didn’t actually think he was lying, but she really didn’t think that something this nice would take so short a time.

As they ate, she would of course happily chat with him about minor, unimportant things, gladly taking the offered wine; actually, she probably drank a little more than he did, even if it wasn’t all that much. It was nice to just be able to enjoy each other’s company in a private setting like this. No drama, no worries, no work, just them chatting about the nicer things in life. Forget about that pig-headed goat-loving piece of shit, forget about aliens and such stupidity, just Elissa and the man that she was beginning to suspect she was falling for.

Elissa, like Tommy, overate a bit, though she ate less than him–proportions are an important detail. Letting out a content sigh, she slouched a little in her seat, one hand resting on her belly while the other lifted her wine up to her lips happily. She would bring her gaze down to Tommy at his comment, an amused grin on her face in regards to his desire to get dirty again, though nodding her agreement to all of his words. Actually, she had been kind of thinking about letting their food settle, but now that her eyes traced over his body, the way that the shirt hugged his body, the way that his jeans were sitting so low on him… hrmm… it definitely made her feel a little hot. She was actually in a similar situation; her dress wasn’t exactly loose-fitting and now that she was slightly plumped with food it certainly was showing her off a fair bit too. Still… she liked the atmosphere… hrmm… ~’Twould be a shame to waste the atmosphere though…~ she commented thoughtfully, looking at the candles before leaning towards him, a slight sparkle in her eyes, ~Perhaps we should take them with us.~


Razorbackwriter:  Elissa’s face flushed ever slightly, and she too had that post dinner belly. The kind you get when you really enjoy a meal. To rush off and try anything bedroom related was a bit premature especially on Tommy’s part. He had set the atmosphere to be one that was romantic yet casual, and Elissa was drinking this in. She was enjoying it, and wasn’t that reward enough? Tommy smiled at her when she shared that she would hate to see it all be wasted.

“Of course, Bad Tommy just thinking naughty things again.” The Reporter kept up his smile as he shared his joke. He agreed they could take it with them, but he knew it would be better if they let their food settle.

Looking at the remaining curry and plates, Tommy slowly pushed himself to standing and started to clear away the table. He’d make a few trips, but each time being sure to brush his hand along her shoulder each time he passed, be it to get the crockery, or the dishes. Elissa looked so beautiful by the lights of the candles, and the soft sultry music kept giving him ideas again, which he was quick to quash. From the kitchen he started to speak more freely, with the sounds of scraping plates, and then him opening up the dishwasher.

“Been a crazy week for us, hasn’t it?”

He was referring to the whole incident with Fluffy Princess, and of course the fact that they had enjoyed each other’s company. Tommy never usually spent the night with anyone. A one night stand and he was gone before morning. That was the usual thing. Tamika pushed for more with Tommy, but he always kept her at arms length. She’d continue to think that if she did things for him…anything that he would relent.

With the leftovers in the fridge, and the dishwasher humming softly, Tommy came out and turned off the kitchen light. As he came past Elissa he reached for her hand. “Care to join me on the couch?’ It was not that far across the room, and if she accepted, he would lead her across, so that they could sit in the corner together. He noticed that the dress she was wearing was pulling a little, and he chuckled to himself.

“Someone was hungry.” A boyish tone to his voice. “You know…I wanted to talk to you about…us.” He had told the others that he considered them to be a proper couple, but he hadn’t given her the chance to express if that is what she truly wanted. “I know you’d rather take things slow, and if that’s the case…then I would be more than happy to go along with that. So long as I have you in my life.”

He brushed her hair back away from her face as he stared into her eyes.



VunG:  Elissa smiled at his sort-of apology, rolling her eyes at the fact that he hadn’t entirely picked up on the hint she was dropping. That said, it was probably smart to at least wait for their food to disappear–no swimming for thirty minutes, and a little time before sex she supposed. Still she would reassure him with a smirk, ~Not bad, just hasty.~ Truth be told, as she heard more and more of the music, she too couldn’t help but feel herself getting thoughts as well, and honestly she wasn’t certain if she should cling to them or just let them slide away. As he went about getting the food picked up, she’d at least help hand them over, and every time his hand touched her she had to admit that she felt a bit of a blush coming to her cheeks.

The crazy week comment would make her cough a little, looking to him with a smirk, knowing just what he meant. ~That’s putting it mildly.~ she responded with a smirk. She… wasn’t the sort of person who just let anyone get in bed with her most of the time. Granted, she wasn’t a prude, but she was generally just not the sort of person to form attachments, but at the same time she liked to at least know the person she went to bed with. This thing with Tommy was… strange… she didn’t know what to do with it. Oh, and there was also aliens of at least two different types, collapsing schools, getting shot, and goat-fucking. But who wanted to think about those?

As he came over after handling dishes, she would already be scooting herself out in anticipation for his next question, and would gladly take his hand as they walked over. She would gladly sit with him in the corner, leaning into him with a content smile as they settled in together. His prod at her belly got her to roll her eyes and jab him lightly in the ribs with her elbow, but otherwise she’d let it go. She’d already discovered that, of Tommy’s big draws, tact wasn’t really one of them. However… then he stepped into a subject which was a bit more important… their relationship. As he spoke she bit her lip a little in thought, trying to figure out what she wanted out of this. He said she wanted to go slow, but really she wasn’t certain if that was the case–it was certainly what she had been suggesting and even stating, but…

No… as she stared back at him, the soft romantic light illuminating his beautiful face as they gazed at each other she knew that any hope of this going slow would be stifling rather than what it was meant to be. Smiling softly, she brought her hand up to his, leaning her head into it for a moment. Then, she brought her hands back together to sign with a tender expression, ~The more I think about it, the more I think I was probably too quick on the trigger before. I don’t want it to go slow, nor do I want it fast or medium.~ She paused and briefly tried to lean in as if she would whisper before frowning at her own muteness and just saying with a smile to him, ~I just want us to be together.~ Well, she’d said it, she’d agreed with him, she’d confessed something that was clearly feelings to him–well, no going back now. Banzai! Forward Christian soldiers! For Narnia! Et cetera. And, assuming he had no complaints about that, she would then lean in towards him and plant a kiss on his lips. It was passionate, but she wasn’t forceful or even all that lustful… she was just kissing him softly, as someone that she was beginning to realize that she cared deeply about.


Razorbackwriter:  Nothing was more sexually appealing to Tommy then when he watched Elissa bite that bottom lip of hers. It made him want to bite it..chew it. Just plain enjoy it between his teeth. Tommy found himself staring at her, almost breathless when she placed her hand over his own. The night that they had spent together, and that moment when he blurted out that he was falling for her, left them both with mixed ideas of what each other wanted. Now it was time to clear the air, and get down to how they truly felt about each other. With a soft smile, Elissa explained that she may have been too quick to be dismissive of Tommy’s feelings. But what got him confused, was when she said that she didn’t want to go slow…or fast or medium for that matter.

“Then what speed?” Tommy was getting all these signals, and they were ones that she did want him, or at least that is what her body language was saying. It was due to her muteness that she was trying to convey her real feelings and this made it a bit awkward as he stared at her questioningly. Then at last….she said it.

~I just want us to be together~

To Tommy it was like the fourth of July. The feeling of euphoria that built up within him and now exploded as she admitted that she did want to be with him. Romantically…or however he wanted. Before Tommy could speak, or utter a word, though his face was one of pride and love for her now, Elissa kissed him. Bringing home everything…all at once. It was there. Not lust, not need….just love. Tommy put his hands to her cheeks, and kissed her back in the most gentle way he could. The bond between them solidifying right there, as the pair were both on the same page.

Tommy only broke the kiss, so that he could say what his heart was already telling him.


“You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.” His fingers caressing her cheeks, as he locked eyes with her. The music continued to play in the background, and with the candle light and the faded memories of the delicious meal, this was the perfect evening. No interruptions, no craziness. Just two people sitting on a couch, sharing their love for the other.



VunG:  Elissa may have been a touch nervous about saying what she did out loud… well… in broad sight. But seeing the look on Tommy’s face when she told him how she felt… oh that was all the answer she needed. Seeing him so happy, so thrilled by their mutual feelings, it made her feel like she could fly. And as she kissed, she felt an old, long forgotten, shriveled up feeling beginning to blossom once again, her hands going behind his neck and resting there while she relished in this beautiful. tender moment between them. It was unquestionable now; they were a couple, and something inside her told her that it was a relationship to last for a long, long time.

When he broke the kiss to tell her his thoughts, she immediately blushed like a young school girl, smiling softly as she returned his gaze. This was a perfect moment; the music, the soft ambient glow, the tender touching… this was all she could ever want right now. Her own fingers slightly squeezed in something resembling a hug, trying to return the sentiment without breaking this embrace. Slowly she brought her legs to lay across his and scooted closer to him, not really trying to do anything sensual, just trying to get closer to this wonderful man. Right now, she just wanted the time to be about them, and nobody else. She didn’t care if they just laid there together, if they decided to watch a movie, or if they wound up in bed once more… but she didn’t want this feeling to leave. If they laid here, she wanted the companionship, if they watched a movie it damn well better be a romance, if they wound up in bed she didn’t want a wild romp this time… she wanted something tender and real.