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[peach]

Droplets gathered and slowly drizzled down the glass as the rain poured down. It had been a long day and time could not pass easily it seemed. Grey haze drifted like so much fog through her cluttered mind. Nothing seemed right. Even the rain was so natural yet beyond her grasp as she drearily gazed out the window at nothing. Nothing.

Nothing mattered anymore... or did it? Could Sara collect within herself her very self or would she just slip into a daze forever? Would tomorrow bring new hope? Suddenly she became aware of a strange creaking sound coming from the stairway... and then a flutter... and then...

Hair pulled to the side... gasping... almost fainitng... piercing flesh.. swooning... dreaming.. floating? Sara could hear nothing and more of nothing. A tiny stream of blood trickled down her wounded neck and then it was gone. Nothing left but all familair marks in her tender flesh. Then it was morning.... (Vittoria)

how cruel that once again she had been abandoned like a discarded vessel. she so needed the... fleeting presence... to show itself. pretty sara had prepared for its coming, she had been wearing her finest lace, her richest silk, delicate rubies around her neck. and yet she had been left into her world, which had lost all taste and colour. (tip)

She waited anxiously for Stephan to show himself to her again, if only for a fleeting moment. How she longed for him, to be near him, to feel his body next to hers. It was no use, he appeared to seldom that she almost forgot what he looked like. She closed her eyes and tried to remember, she reached far back into her memory....suddenly he appeared in her thoughts...... the long dark curls that settled just on his shoulders.... the piercing eyes that she swore could see to her very sole, his angular face. Oh how she ached for him, now more than ever......her heart skipped a beat with just the thought of him in her head.

Why had Stephan betrayed her so? Why had he not shown himself to her? (peach)

[Vittoria]

Droplets gathered and slowly drizzled down the glass as the rain poured down. It had been a long day and time could not pass easily it seemed. Grey haze drifted like so much fog through her cluttered mind. Nothing seemed right. Even the rain was so natural yet beyond her grasp as she drearily gazed out the window at nothing. Nothing.

Nothing mattered anymore... or did it? Could Sara collect within herself her very self or would she just slip into a daze forever? Would tomorrow bring new hope? Suddenly she became aware of a strange creaking sound coming from the stairway... and then a flutter... and then...

Hair pulled to the side... gasping... almost fainitng... piercing flesh.. swooning... dreaming.. floating? Sara could hear nothing and more of nothing. A tiny stream of blood trickled down her wounded neck and then it was gone. Nothing left but all familair marks in her tender flesh. Then it was morning.... (Vittoria)

how cruel that once again she had been abandoned like a discarded vessel. she so needed the... fleeting presence... to show itself. pretty sara had prepared for its coming, she had been wearing her finest lace, her richest silk, delicate rubies around her neck. and yet she had been left into her world, which had lost all taste and colour. (tip)

She waited anxiously for Stephan to show himself to her again, if only for a fleeting moment. How she longed for him, to be near him, to feel his body next to hers. It was no use, he appeared to seldom that she almost forgot what he looked like. She closed her eyes and tried to remember, she reached far back into her memory....suddenly he appeared in her thoughts...... the long dark curls that settled just on his shoulders.... the piercing eyes that she swore could see to her very sole, his angular face. Oh how she ached for him, now more than ever......her heart skipped a beat with just the thought of him in her head.

Why had Stephan betrayed her so? Why had he not shown himself to her? (peach) Is he her lover or not? Why must he play these games with her heart and with her every desire?

Sara finally rose from her bed and drew the curtains, unable to face the light of day. Slowly and wearily, she padded down the stairs to the kitchen to put on the kettle for tea. She was so thirsty. Once the tea had steeped, she poured it and took a seat at the small wooden table, placing the delicate cup and saucer on the placememat before her. Her finger tips twiddled with its lace edges.

Stephan's eyes burned her very soul as she stared into her tea, unable to drink a drop of it. The thirst would not stop. The thirst. ... In her mind's eye, the tea seemed to be red and thick and looked so tempting, so she took a sip. Sara grabbed her stomach and bowed over, accidently knocking the tea cup to the floor as she too fell. (Vittoria)

[tipou]

Droplets gathered and slowly drizzled down the glass as the rain poured down. It had been a long day and time could not pass easily it seemed. Grey haze drifted like so much fog through her cluttered mind. Nothing seemed right. Even the rain was so natural yet beyond her grasp as she drearily gazed out the window at nothing. Nothing.

Nothing mattered anymore... or did it? Could Sara collect within herself her very self or would she just slip into a daze forever? Would tomorrow bring new hope? Suddenly she became aware of a strange creaking sound coming from the stairway... and then a flutter... and then...

Hair pulled to the side... gasping... almost fainitng... piercing flesh.. swooning... dreaming.. floating? Sara could hear nothing and more of nothing. A tiny stream of blood trickled down her wounded neck and then it was gone. Nothing left but all familair marks in her tender flesh. Then it was morning.... (Vittoria)

how cruel that once again she had been abandoned like a discarded vessel. she so needed the... fleeting presence... to show itself. pretty sara had prepared for its coming, she had been wearing her finest lace, her richest silk, delicate rubies around her neck. and yet she had been left into her world, which had lost all taste and colour. (tip)

She waited anxiously for Stephan to show himself to her again, if only for a fleeting moment. How she longed for him, to be near him, to feel his body next to hers. It was no use, he appeared to seldom that she almost forgot what he looked like. She closed her eyes and tried to remember, she reached far back into her memory....suddenly he appeared in her thoughts...... the long dark curls that settled just on his shoulders.... the piercing eyes that she swore could see to her very sole, his angular face. Oh how she ached for him, now more than ever......her heart skipped a beat with just the thought of him in her head.

Why had Stephan betrayed her so? Why had he not shown himself to her? (peach) Is he her lover or not? Why must he play these games with her heart and with her every desire?

Sara finally rose from her bed and drew the curtains, unable to face the light of day. Slowly and wearily, she padded down the stairs to the kitchen to put on the kettle for tea. She was so thirsty. Once the tea had steeped, she poured it and took a seat at the small wooden table, placing the delicate cup and saucer on the placememat before her. Her finger tips twiddled with its lace edges.

Stephan's eyes burned her very soul as she stared into her tea, unable to drink a drop of it. The thirst would not stop. The thirst. ... In her mind's eye, the tea seemed to be red and thick and looked so tempting, so she took a sip. Sara grabbed her stomach and bowed over, accidently knocking the tea cup to the floor as she too fell. (Vittoria)

how long before she came back to her world? has that been sleep at all? and now, she was on the couch, a warm blanket around her, her feet propped up on a soft cushion.
in the armchair facing sara, stephan sat, his beautiful head leaning on his hand, watching her. he smiled the lightest smile, and gazed the sweetest gaze. and it was all she could see, his blood red lips, still wet, his dazed eyes, as if he was drunk... drunk from her. for he had certainly... yes, she felt the slight pain in her flesh once more.
he had brought her here to rest. he had laid her in comfort, covered her in warmth, and now quietly savoured his conquest, his power over her, which he knew to be complete.
- why?... sara could say no more. would he one day warm at her despair, at her need?
he moved like a cat in his chair, his moves slow, sensuous. a black cat, for he was all clad in black velvet and black leather.
- why what, sara?
- why me?
he was amused. but too languid to laugh out loud. his amusement made his eyes twinkle like diamonds in candlelight. he slowly licked his ruby red lips. (tip)

[peach]

Droplets gathered and slowly drizzled down the glass as the rain poured down. It had been a long day and time could not pass easily it seemed. Grey haze drifted like so much fog through her cluttered mind. Nothing seemed right. Even the rain was so natural yet beyond her grasp as she drearily gazed out the window at nothing. Nothing.

Nothing mattered anymore... or did it? Could Sara collect within herself her very self or would she just slip into a daze forever? Would tomorrow bring new hope? Suddenly she became aware of a strange creaking sound coming from the stairway... and then a flutter... and then...

Hair pulled to the side... gasping... almost fainitng... piercing flesh.. swooning... dreaming.. floating? Sara could hear nothing and more of nothing. A tiny stream of blood trickled down her wounded neck and then it was gone. Nothing left but all familair marks in her tender flesh. Then it was morning.... (Vittoria)

how cruel that once again she had been abandoned like a discarded vessel. she so needed the... fleeting presence... to show itself. pretty sara had prepared for its coming, she had been wearing her finest lace, her richest silk, delicate rubies around her neck. and yet she had been left into her world, which had lost all taste and colour. (tip)

She waited anxiously for Stephan to show himself to her again, if only for a fleeting moment. How she longed for him, to be near him, to feel his body next to hers. It was no use, he appeared to seldom that she almost forgot what he looked like. She closed her eyes and tried to remember, she reached far back into her memory....suddenly he appeared in her thoughts...... the long dark curls that settled just on his shoulders.... the piercing eyes that she swore could see to her very sole, his angular face. Oh how she ached for him, now more than ever......her heart skipped a beat with just the thought of him in her head.

Why had Stephan betrayed her so? Why had he not shown himself to her? (peach) Is he her lover or not? Why must he play these games with her heart and with her every desire?

Sara finally rose from her bed and drew the curtains, unable to face the light of day. Slowly and wearily, she padded down the stairs to the kitchen to put on the kettle for tea. She was so thirsty. Once the tea had steeped, she poured it and took a seat at the small wooden table, placing the delicate cup and saucer on the placememat before her. Her finger tips twiddled with its lace edges.

Stephan's eyes burned her very soul as she stared into her tea, unable to drink a drop of it. The thirst would not stop. The thirst. ... In her mind's eye, the tea seemed to be red and thick and looked so tempting, so she took a sip. Sara grabbed her stomach and bowed over, accidently knocking the tea cup to the floor as she too fell. (Vittoria)

how long before she came back to her world? has that been sleep at all? and now, she was on the couch, a warm blanket around her, her feet propped up on a soft cushion.
in the armchair facing sara, stephan sat, his beautiful head leaning on his hand, watching her. he smiled the lightest smile, and gazed the sweetest gaze. and it was all she could see, his blood red lips, still wet, his dazed eyes, as if he was drunk... drunk from her. for he had certainly... yes, she felt the slight pain in her flesh once more.
he had brought her here to rest. he had laid her in comfort, covered her in warmth, and now quietly savoured his conquest, his power over her, which he knew to be complete.
- why?... sara could say no more. would he one day warm at her despair, at her need?
he moved like a cat in his chair, his moves slow, sensuous. a black cat, for he was all clad in black velvet and black leather.
- why what, sara?
- why me?
he was amused. but too languid to laugh out loud. his amusement made his eyes twinkle like diamonds in candlelight. he slowly licked his ruby red lips. (tip)

"Why not you, Sarah?" This was not the response Stephan had expected, and was taken aback by the comment. He looked at her with disgust, and contempt, he was upon her instantly so much so that she cowered in fear, although on the sofa there really was no place for her to go.

You ungrateful b*tch! He hissed at her, longing was no longer what she felt for him, for now she was terrified at this rurn of events. You of all people should be honored that I chose you, I have been more than patient, for months I have followed you, waited and watched everything that you did until it was second nature to me. I knew what you were going to do before you did and this is how you thank me?? You were not my first choice but there was something about you that intrigued me and so I chose you.
He paced the floor, hands clenched behind his back, until he reached the enormous oak mantle that housed the fireplace, he turned in her direction with one hand on the mantle, the other on his waist. For the longest time he said nothing, and Sarah sat in stunned silence, for she feared for her life now and was aware of the anger in him, this was a side of himself that he often kept hidden. Sarah had never been on the receiving end of this venomous tirade and it jolted her back to reality, but whose? His eyes turned cold....when at last he spoke to her and forbade her from uttering that question to him again. "Do you understand that Sarah", slowly she nodded and promised. He walked over to her, and sat by her side on the sofa, he stroked her hair, and brushed her cheek with his hands. His eyes softened a bit and he half smiled at her. She no longer felt the fear as she did a short time ago. It seemd so very long ago. (peach)

[tipou]

Droplets gathered and slowly drizzled down the glass as the rain poured down. It had been a long day and time could not pass easily it seemed. Grey haze drifted like so much fog through her cluttered mind. Nothing seemed right. Even the rain was so natural yet beyond her grasp as she drearily gazed out the window at nothing. Nothing.

Nothing mattered anymore... or did it? Could Sara collect within herself her very self or would she just slip into a daze forever? Would tomorrow bring new hope? Suddenly she became aware of a strange creaking sound coming from the stairway... and then a flutter... and then...

Hair pulled to the side... gasping... almost fainitng... piercing flesh.. swooning... dreaming.. floating? Sara could hear nothing and more of nothing. A tiny stream of blood trickled down her wounded neck and then it was gone. Nothing left but all familair marks in her tender flesh. Then it was morning.... (Vittoria)

how cruel that once again she had been abandoned like a discarded vessel. she so needed the... fleeting presence... to show itself. pretty sara had prepared for its coming, she had been wearing her finest lace, her richest silk, delicate rubies around her neck. and yet she had been left into her world, which had lost all taste and colour. (tip)

She waited anxiously for Stephan to show himself to her again, if only for a fleeting moment. How she longed for him, to be near him, to feel his body next to hers. It was no use, he appeared to seldom that she almost forgot what he looked like. She closed her eyes and tried to remember, she reached far back into her memory....suddenly he appeared in her thoughts...... the long dark curls that settled just on his shoulders.... the piercing eyes that she swore could see to her very sole, his angular face. Oh how she ached for him, now more than ever......her heart skipped a beat with just the thought of him in her head.

Why had Stephan betrayed her so? Why had he not shown himself to her? (peach) Is he her lover or not? Why must he play these games with her heart and with her every desire?

Sara finally rose from her bed and drew the curtains, unable to face the light of day. Slowly and wearily, she padded down the stairs to the kitchen to put on the kettle for tea. She was so thirsty. Once the tea had steeped, she poured it and took a seat at the small wooden table, placing the delicate cup and saucer on the placememat before her. Her finger tips twiddled with its lace edges.

Stephan's eyes burned her very soul as she stared into her tea, unable to drink a drop of it. The thirst would not stop. The thirst. ... In her mind's eye, the tea seemed to be red and thick and looked so tempting, so she took a sip. Sara grabbed her stomach and bowed over, accidently knocking the tea cup to the floor as she too fell. (Vittoria)

how long before she came back to her world? has that been sleep at all? and now, she was on the couch, a warm blanket around her, her feet propped up on a soft cushion.
in the armchair facing sara, stephan sat, his beautiful head leaning on his hand, watching her. he smiled the lightest smile, and gazed the sweetest gaze. and it was all she could see, his blood red lips, still wet, his dazed eyes, as if he was drunk... drunk from her. for he had certainly... yes, she felt the slight pain in her flesh once more.
he had brought her here to rest. he had laid her in comfort, covered her in warmth, and now quietly savoured his conquest, his power over her, which he knew to be complete.
- why?... sara could say no more. would he one day warm at her despair, at her need?
he moved like a cat in his chair, his moves slow, sensuous. a black cat, for he was all clad in black velvet and black leather.
- why what, sara?
- why me?
he was amused. but too languid to laugh out loud. his amusement made his eyes twinkle like diamonds in candlelight. he slowly licked his ruby red lips. (tip)

"Why not you, Sarah?" This was not the response Stephan had expected, and was taken aback by the comment. He looked at her with disgust, and contempt, he was upon her instantly so much so that she cowered in fear, although on the sofa there really was no place for her to go.

You ungrateful b*tch! He hissed at her, longing was no longer what she felt for him, for now she was terrified at this rurn of events. You of all people should be honored that I chose you, I have been more than patient, for months I have followed you, waited and watched everything that you did until it was second nature to me. I knew what you were going to do before you did and this is how you thank me?? You were not my first choice but there was something about you that intrigued me and so I chose you.
He paced the floor, hands clenched behind his back, until he reached the enormous oak mantle that housed the fireplace, he turned in her direction with one hand on the mantle, the other on his waist. For the longest time he said nothing, and Sarah sat in stunned silence, for she feared for her life now and was aware of the anger in him, this was a side of himself that he often kept hidden. Sarah had never been on the receiving end of this venomous tirade and it jolted her back to reality, but whose? His eyes turned cold....when at last he spoke to her and forbade her from uttering that question to him again. "Do you understand that Sarah", slowly she nodded and promised. He walked over to her, and sat by her side on the sofa, he stroked her hair, and brushed her cheek with his hands. His eyes softened a bit and he half smiled at her. She no longer felt the fear as she did a short time ago. It seemd so very long ago. (peach)

- besides, he whispered, his lips now brushing against her throat, you are my thing. a thing does not speak.
hi tongue intently licked the wounds that had not yet begun healing. she wailed softly.
- a thing does not question.
sara cried as he drunk again. forever. she hoped he would take her then, take her life, make it part of his strange one, and stop the senseless game.
- a thing does not cry, he growled as he stood back, a thin red line running from his lips to his chin.
- so, i guess am not a thing after all, she dared say, as she reached and drank her own blood from his face.
his grinned could have meant anything. another coming storm, or a whirlwind of tenderness. there was no guessing with stephan. (tip)

[peach]

Droplets gathered and slowly drizzled down the glass as the rain poured down. It had been a long day and time could not pass easily it seemed. Grey haze drifted like so much fog through her cluttered mind. Nothing seemed right. Even the rain was so natural yet beyond her grasp as she drearily gazed out the window at nothing. Nothing.

Nothing mattered anymore... or did it? Could Sara collect within herself her very self or would she just slip into a daze forever? Would tomorrow bring new hope? Suddenly she became aware of a strange creaking sound coming from the stairway... and then a flutter... and then...

Hair pulled to the side... gasping... almost fainitng... piercing flesh.. swooning... dreaming.. floating? Sara could hear nothing and more of nothing. A tiny stream of blood trickled down her wounded neck and then it was gone. Nothing left but all familair marks in her tender flesh. Then it was morning.... (Vittoria)

how cruel that once again she had been abandoned like a discarded vessel. she so needed the... fleeting presence... to show itself. pretty sara had prepared for its coming, she had been wearing her finest lace, her richest silk, delicate rubies around her neck. and yet she had been left into her world, which had lost all taste and colour. (tip)

She waited anxiously for Stephan to show himself to her again, if only for a fleeting moment. How she longed for him, to be near him, to feel his body next to hers. It was no use, he appeared to seldom that she almost forgot what he looked like. She closed her eyes and tried to remember, she reached far back into her memory....suddenly he appeared in her thoughts...... the long dark curls that settled just on his shoulders.... the piercing eyes that she swore could see to her very sole, his angular face. Oh how she ached for him, now more than ever......her heart skipped a beat with just the thought of him in her head.

Why had Stephan betrayed her so? Why had he not shown himself to her? (peach) Is he her lover or not? Why must he play these games with her heart and with her every desire?

Sara finally rose from her bed and drew the curtains, unable to face the light of day. Slowly and wearily, she padded down the stairs to the kitchen to put on the kettle for tea. She was so thirsty. Once the tea had steeped, she poured it and took a seat at the small wooden table, placing the delicate cup and saucer on the placememat before her. Her finger tips twiddled with its lace edges.

Stephan's eyes burned her very soul as she stared into her tea, unable to drink a drop of it. The thirst would not stop. The thirst. ... In her mind's eye, the tea seemed to be red and thick and looked so tempting, so she took a sip. Sara grabbed her stomach and bowed over, accidently knocking the tea cup to the floor as she too fell. (Vittoria)

how long before she came back to her world? has that been sleep at all? and now, she was on the couch, a warm blanket around her, her feet propped up on a soft cushion.
in the armchair facing sara, stephan sat, his beautiful head leaning on his hand, watching her. he smiled the lightest smile, and gazed the sweetest gaze. and it was all she could see, his blood red lips, still wet, his dazed eyes, as if he was drunk... drunk from her. for he had certainly... yes, she felt the slight pain in her flesh once more.
he had brought her here to rest. he had laid her in comfort, covered her in warmth, and now quietly savoured his conquest, his power over her, which he knew to be complete.
- why?... sara could say no more. would he one day warm at her despair, at her need?
he moved like a cat in his chair, his moves slow, sensuous. a black cat, for he was all clad in black velvet and black leather.
- why what, sara?
- why me?
he was amused. but too languid to laugh out loud. his amusement made his eyes twinkle like diamonds in candlelight. he slowly licked his ruby red lips. (tip)

"Why not you, Sarah?" This was not the response Stephan had expected, and was taken aback by the comment. He looked at her with disgust, and contempt, he was upon her instantly so much so that she cowered in fear, although on the sofa there really was no place for her to go.

You ungrateful b*tch! He hissed at her, longing was no longer what she felt for him, for now she was terrified at this rurn of events. You of all people should be honored that I chose you, I have been more than patient, for months I have followed you, waited and watched everything that you did until it was second nature to me. I knew what you were going to do before you did and this is how you thank me?? You were not my first choice but there was something about you that intrigued me and so I chose you.
He paced the floor, hands clenched behind his back, until he reached the enormous oak mantle that housed the fireplace, he turned in her direction with one hand on the mantle, the other on his waist. For the longest time he said nothing, and Sarah sat in stunned silence, for she feared for her life now and was aware of the anger in him, this was a side of himself that he often kept hidden. Sarah had never been on the receiving end of this venomous tirade and it jolted her back to reality, but whose? His eyes turned cold....when at last he spoke to her and forbade her from uttering that question to him again. "Do you understand that Sarah", slowly she nodded and promised. He walked over to her, and sat by her side on the sofa, he stroked her hair, and brushed her cheek with his hands. His eyes softened a bit and he half smiled at her. She no longer felt the fear as she did a short time ago. It seemd so very long ago. (peach)

- besides, he whispered, his lips now brushing against her throat, you are my thing. a thing does not speak.
hi tongue intently licked the wounds that had not yet begun healing. she wailed softly.
- a thing does not question.
sara cried as he drunk again. forever. she hoped he would take her then, take her life, make it part of his strange one, and stop the senseless game.
- a thing does not cry, he growled as he stood back, a thin red line running from his lips to his chin.
- so, i guess am not a thing after all, she dared say, as she reached and drank her own blood from his face.
his grinned could have meant anything. another coming storm, or a whirlwind of tenderness. there was no guessing with stephan. (tip)

Stephan left her in the room, closed the door behind him and locked it. He placed the key that was hanging on the fine silver chain and placed it around his neck again. Sarah was left to contemplate her thoughts, had her little ruse worked? SHe had hoped so, for her sake. She was still not sure what to make of her plight, part of her felt excitement and what could be the other made her sick to her stomach, she dreaded the choice she would soon have to make, she had hoped that Stephan would make it for her. She tried to take her mind off that for a while she began to drift off to sleep again.........happy thoughts danced in her head............her brother Francoise..........her father...Francoise was 8 years her senior and he felt it his responsibillity to care for his little sister, he was always doting on her and could never say no to her. Sarah's mother died tragically while bringing her into this world, she would never know her. Henri, her father never fully recovered from his grief and often the children were left to their own devices. He drank more often.

Henri took what remained of his family to Cornwall, he had moved his family from Marseilles and so was a fisherman by trade, he thought that by bringingn his young family here they might stand a chance, the memories were still to raw. The three of them had no one, they left their old lives behind in France, she hated it here, and soon resented her father for ever bringing them to this God for saken place, she hated the weather, she hated everything about it. Francoise left when he was sixteen in hopes of making something of himself. Henri never amounted to much as he was thrown off every ship that he sailed on, the captains thought him a liability, his last ship, The Spirit of England was, the final straw. He drank himself to death leaving his children alone. Francoise by this time was sixteen, he too worked as a fisherman but he hated it. He left Cornwall and Sarah behind, but he left her in the care of the the Sclerder Abbey and was gone.
Sarah never saw him again, she thought of him often. She woke with a start and heard Stephan approaching once again. (peach)

[Vittoria]

Droplets gathered and slowly drizzled down the glass as the rain poured down. It had been a long day and time could not pass easily it seemed. Grey haze drifted like so much fog through her cluttered mind. Nothing seemed right. Even the rain was so natural yet beyond her grasp as she drearily gazed out the window at nothing. Nothing.

Nothing mattered anymore... or did it? Could Sara collect within herself her very self or would she just slip into a daze forever? Would tomorrow bring new hope? Suddenly she became aware of a strange creaking sound coming from the stairway... and then a flutter... and then...

Hair pulled to the side... gasping... almost fainitng... piercing flesh.. swooning... dreaming.. floating? Sara could hear nothing and more of nothing. A tiny stream of blood trickled down her wounded neck and then it was gone. Nothing left but all familair marks in her tender flesh. Then it was morning.... (Vittoria)

how cruel that once again she had been abandoned like a discarded vessel. she so needed the... fleeting presence... to show itself. pretty sara had prepared for its coming, she had been wearing her finest lace, her richest silk, delicate rubies around her neck. and yet she had been left into her world, which had lost all taste and colour. (tip)

She waited anxiously for Stephan to show himself to her again, if only for a fleeting moment. How she longed for him, to be near him, to feel his body next to hers. It was no use, he appeared to seldom that she almost forgot what he looked like. She closed her eyes and tried to remember, she reached far back into her memory....suddenly he appeared in her thoughts...... the long dark curls that settled just on his shoulders.... the piercing eyes that she swore could see to her very sole, his angular face. Oh how she ached for him, now more than ever......her heart skipped a beat with just the thought of him in her head.

Why had Stephan betrayed her so? Why had he not shown himself to her? (peach) Is he her lover or not? Why must he play these games with her heart and with her every desire?

Sara finally rose from her bed and drew the curtains, unable to face the light of day. Slowly and wearily, she padded down the stairs to the kitchen to put on the kettle for tea. She was so thirsty. Once the tea had steeped, she poured it and took a seat at the small wooden table, placing the delicate cup and saucer on the placememat before her. Her finger tips twiddled with its lace edges.

Stephan's eyes burned her very soul as she stared into her tea, unable to drink a drop of it. The thirst would not stop. The thirst. ... In her mind's eye, the tea seemed to be red and thick and looked so tempting, so she took a sip. Sara grabbed her stomach and bowed over, accidently knocking the tea cup to the floor as she too fell. (Vittoria)

how long before she came back to her world? has that been sleep at all? and now, she was on the couch, a warm blanket around her, her feet propped up on a soft cushion.
in the armchair facing sara, stephan sat, his beautiful head leaning on his hand, watching her. he smiled the lightest smile, and gazed the sweetest gaze. and it was all she could see, his blood red lips, still wet, his dazed eyes, as if he was drunk... drunk from her. for he had certainly... yes, she felt the slight pain in her flesh once more.
he had brought her here to rest. he had laid her in comfort, covered her in warmth, and now quietly savoured his conquest, his power over her, which he knew to be complete.
- why?... sara could say no more. would he one day warm at her despair, at her need?
he moved like a cat in his chair, his moves slow, sensuous. a black cat, for he was all clad in black velvet and black leather.
- why what, sara?
- why me?
he was amused. but too languid to laugh out loud. his amusement made his eyes twinkle like diamonds in candlelight. he slowly licked his ruby red lips. (tip)

"Why not you, Sarah?" This was not the response Stephan had expected, and was taken aback by the comment. He looked at her with disgust, and contempt, he was upon her instantly so much so that she cowered in fear, although on the sofa there really was no place for her to go.

You ungrateful b*tch! He hissed at her, longing was no longer what she felt for him, for now she was terrified at this rurn of events. You of all people should be honored that I chose you, I have been more than patient, for months I have followed you, waited and watched everything that you did until it was second nature to me. I knew what you were going to do before you did and this is how you thank me?? You were not my first choice but there was something about you that intrigued me and so I chose you.
He paced the floor, hands clenched behind his back, until he reached the enormous oak mantle that housed the fireplace, he turned in her direction with one hand on the mantle, the other on his waist. For the longest time he said nothing, and Sarah sat in stunned silence, for she feared for her life now and was aware of the anger in him, this was a side of himself that he often kept hidden. Sarah had never been on the receiving end of this venomous tirade and it jolted her back to reality, but whose? His eyes turned cold....when at last he spoke to her and forbade her from uttering that question to him again. "Do you understand that Sarah", slowly she nodded and promised. He walked over to her, and sat by her side on the sofa, he stroked her hair, and brushed her cheek with his hands. His eyes softened a bit and he half smiled at her. She no longer felt the fear as she did a short time ago. It seemd so very long ago. (peach)

- besides, he whispered, his lips now brushing against her throat, you are my thing. a thing does not speak.
hi tongue intently licked the wounds that had not yet begun healing. she wailed softly.
- a thing does not question.
sara cried as he drunk again. forever. she hoped he would take her then, take her life, make it part of his strange one, and stop the senseless game.
- a thing does not cry, he growled as he stood back, a thin red line running from his lips to his chin.
- so, i guess am not a thing after all, she dared say, as she reached and drank her own blood from his face.
his grinned could have meant anything. another coming storm, or a whirlwind of tenderness. there was no guessing with stephan. (tip)

Stephan left her in the room, closed the door behind him and locked it. He placed the key that was hanging on the fine silver chain and placed it around his neck again. Sarah was left to contemplate her thoughts, had her little ruse worked? SHe had hoped so, for her sake. She was still not sure what to make of her plight, part of her felt excitement and what could be the other made her sick to her stomach, she dreaded the choice she would soon have to make, she had hoped that Stephan would make it for her. She tried to take her mind off that for a while she began to drift off to sleep again.........happy thoughts danced in her head............her brother Francoise..........her father...Francoise was 8 years her senior and he felt it his responsibillity to care for his little sister, he was always doting on her and could never say no to her. Sarah's mother died tragically while bringing her into this world, she would never know her. Henri, her father never fully recovered from his grief and often the children were left to their own devices. He drank more often.

Henri took what remained of his family to Cornwall, he had moved his family from Marseilles and so was a fisherman by trade, he thought that by bringingn his young family here they might stand a chance, the memories were still to raw. The three of them had no one, they left their old lives behind in France, she hated it here, and soon resented her father for ever bringing them to this God for saken place, she hated the weather, she hated everything about it. Francoise left when he was sixteen in hopes of making something of himself. Henri never amounted to much as he was thrown off every ship that he sailed on, the captains thought him a liability, his last ship, The Spirit of England was, the final straw. He drank himself to death leaving his children alone. Francoise by this time was sixteen, he too worked as a fisherman but he hated it. He left Cornwall and Sarah behind, but he left her in the care of the the Sclerder Abbey and was gone. Sarah never saw him again, she thought of him often. She woke with a start and heard Stephan approaching once again. (peach)

"Sleeping again, my pet? Why must you sleep? The night is still young. Sit up. I've brought something for you- a gift."

Sara arose, her curiosity winning over her aching bones. Stephan stepped out of the room for a moment. Sara blinked her eyes several times, not believing what she was seeing. A slender and quite lovely blonde girl walked sheepishly behind Stephan as he held her by a leash.

"Wha.... What am I supposed to do with... her? Who.... who is she and why is she here?"
"Well, what do you want to do with her?" Stephan paused for a moment and then continued. "Close your eyes. What do you feel?"

Sara's mind and emotions were swirling with a fury. What was he doing bringing another woman here? What does he want? What does he expect? Will I lose him if I don't give in? These questiions pummelled her mind, but she found herself calming. So, she closed her eyes and tried to feel anything but what she had been feeling.... Then, lust.... then thirst... then fury... bloodlust... lust.. thirst.... fury. Stephan laughed mockingly as he watched her squirm with indecision. He can be so cruel.

"Come here". Sara demanded of the girl. The girl, perhaps 23 years old by the looks of her, walked toward her, Stephan letting go of the leash and she just stood before Sara, brimming with defiance until Stephan grabbed hold of her leash again and pulled her close to his body.
"Kneel before your Queen, whore." Stephan forced the girl to her knees. "Now, Sara... What do you want?"
Sara replied, "I'm hungry." (Vittoria)

[tipou]

Droplets gathered and slowly drizzled down the glass as the rain poured down. It had been a long day and time could not pass easily it seemed. Grey haze drifted like so much fog through her cluttered mind. Nothing seemed right. Even the rain was so natural yet beyond her grasp as she drearily gazed out the window at nothing. Nothing.

Nothing mattered anymore... or did it? Could Sara collect within herself her very self or would she just slip into a daze forever? Would tomorrow bring new hope? Suddenly she became aware of a strange creaking sound coming from the stairway... and then a flutter... and then...

Hair pulled to the side... gasping... almost fainitng... piercing flesh.. swooning... dreaming.. floating? Sara could hear nothing and more of nothing. A tiny stream of blood trickled down her wounded neck and then it was gone. Nothing left but all familair marks in her tender flesh. Then it was morning.... (Vittoria)

how cruel that once again she had been abandoned like a discarded vessel. she so needed the... fleeting presence... to show itself. pretty sara had prepared for its coming, she had been wearing her finest lace, her richest silk, delicate rubies around her neck. and yet she had been left into her world, which had lost all taste and colour. (tip)

She waited anxiously for Stephan to show himself to her again, if only for a fleeting moment. How she longed for him, to be near him, to feel his body next to hers. It was no use, he appeared to seldom that she almost forgot what he looked like. She closed her eyes and tried to remember, she reached far back into her memory....suddenly he appeared in her thoughts...... the long dark curls that settled just on his shoulders.... the piercing eyes that she swore could see to her very sole, his angular face. Oh how she ached for him, now more than ever......her heart skipped a beat with just the thought of him in her head.

Why had Stephan betrayed her so? Why had he not shown himself to her? (peach) Is he her lover or not? Why must he play these games with her heart and with her every desire?

Sara finally rose from her bed and drew the curtains, unable to face the light of day. Slowly and wearily, she padded down the stairs to the kitchen to put on the kettle for tea. She was so thirsty. Once the tea had steeped, she poured it and took a seat at the small wooden table, placing the delicate cup and saucer on the placememat before her. Her finger tips twiddled with its lace edges.

Stephan's eyes burned her very soul as she stared into her tea, unable to drink a drop of it. The thirst would not stop. The thirst. ... In her mind's eye, the tea seemed to be red and thick and looked so tempting, so she took a sip. Sara grabbed her stomach and bowed over, accidently knocking the tea cup to the floor as she too fell. (Vittoria)

how long before she came back to her world? has that been sleep at all? and now, she was on the couch, a warm blanket around her, her feet propped up on a soft cushion.
in the armchair facing sara, stephan sat, his beautiful head leaning on his hand, watching her. he smiled the lightest smile, and gazed the sweetest gaze. and it was all she could see, his blood red lips, still wet, his dazed eyes, as if he was drunk... drunk from her. for he had certainly... yes, she felt the slight pain in her flesh once more.
he had brought her here to rest. he had laid her in comfort, covered her in warmth, and now quietly savoured his conquest, his power over her, which he knew to be complete.
- why?... sara could say no more. would he one day warm at her despair, at her need?
he moved like a cat in his chair, his moves slow, sensuous. a black cat, for he was all clad in black velvet and black leather.
- why what, sara?
- why me?
he was amused. but too languid to laugh out loud. his amusement made his eyes twinkle like diamonds in candlelight. he slowly licked his ruby red lips. (tip)

"Why not you, Sarah?" This was not the response Stephan had expected, and was taken aback by the comment. He looked at her with disgust, and contempt, he was upon her instantly so much so that she cowered in fear, although on the sofa there really was no place for her to go.

You ungrateful b*tch! He hissed at her, longing was no longer what she felt for him, for now she was terrified at this rurn of events. You of all people should be honored that I chose you, I have been more than patient, for months I have followed you, waited and watched everything that you did until it was second nature to me. I knew what you were going to do before you did and this is how you thank me?? You were not my first choice but there was something about you that intrigued me and so I chose you.
He paced the floor, hands clenched behind his back, until he reached the enormous oak mantle that housed the fireplace, he turned in her direction with one hand on the mantle, the other on his waist. For the longest time he said nothing, and Sarah sat in stunned silence, for she feared for her life now and was aware of the anger in him, this was a side of himself that he often kept hidden. Sarah had never been on the receiving end of this venomous tirade and it jolted her back to reality, but whose? His eyes turned cold....when at last he spoke to her and forbade her from uttering that question to him again. "Do you understand that Sarah", slowly she nodded and promised. He walked over to her, and sat by her side on the sofa, he stroked her hair, and brushed her cheek with his hands. His eyes softened a bit and he half smiled at her. She no longer felt the fear as she did a short time ago. It seemd so very long ago. (peach)

- besides, he whispered, his lips now brushing against her throat, you are my thing. a thing does not speak.
hi tongue intently licked the wounds that had not yet begun healing. she wailed softly.
- a thing does not question.
sara cried as he drunk again. forever. she hoped he would take her then, take her life, make it part of his strange one, and stop the senseless game.
- a thing does not cry, he growled as he stood back, a thin red line running from his lips to his chin.
- so, i guess am not a thing after all, she dared say, as she reached and drank her own blood from his face.
his grinned could have meant anything. another coming storm, or a whirlwind of tenderness. there was no guessing with stephane. (tip)

Stephan left her in the room, closed the door behind him and locked it. He placed the key that was hanging on the fine silver chain and placed it around his neck again. Sarah was left to contemplate her thoughts, had her little ruse worked? SHe had hoped so, for her sake. She was still not sure what to make of her plight, part of her felt excitement and what could be the other made her sick to her stomach, she dreaded the choice she would soon have to make, she had hoped that Stephan would make it for her. She tried to take her mind off that for a while she began to drift off to sleep again.........happy thoughts danced in her head............her brother Francois..........her father...Francoise was 8 years her senior and he felt it his responsibillity to care for his little sister, he was always doting on her and could never say no to her. Sarah's mother died tragically while bringing her into this world, she would never know her. Henri, her father never fully recovered from his grief and often the children were left to their own devices. He drank more often.

Henri took what remained of his family to Cornwall, he had moved his family from Marseilles and so was a fisherman by trade, he thought that by bringingn his young family here they might stand a chance, the memories were still to raw. The three of them had no one, they left their old lives behind in France, she hated it here, and soon resented her father for ever bringing them to this God for saken place, she hated the weather, she hated everything about it. Francoise left when he was sixteen in hopes of making something of himself. Henri never amounted to much as he was thrown off every ship that he sailed on, the captains thought him a liability, his last ship, The Spirit of England was, the final straw. He drank himself to death leaving his children alone. Francois by this time was sixteen, he too worked as a fisherman but he hated it. He left Cornwall and Sarah behind, but he left her in the care of the the Sclerder Abbey and was gone. Sarah never saw him again, she thought of him often. She woke with a start and heard Stephan approaching once again. (peach)

"Sleeping again, my pet? Why must you sleep? The night is still young. Sit up. I've brought something for you- a gift."

Sara arose, her curiosity winning over her aching bones. Stephan stepped out of the room for a moment. Sara blinked her eyes several times, not believing what she was seeing. A slender and quite lovely blonde girl walked sheepishly behind Stephan as he held her by a leash.

"Wha.... What am I supposed to do with... her? Who.... who is she and why is she here?"
"Well, what do you want to do with her?" Stephan paused for a moment and then continued. "Close your eyes. What do you feel?"

Sara's mind and emotions were swirling with a fury. What was he doing bringing another woman here? What does he want? What does he expect? Will I lose him if I don't give in? These questiions pummelled her mind, but she found herself calming. So, she closed her eyes and tried to feel anything but what she had been feeling.... Then, lust.... then thirst... then fury... bloodlust... lust.. thirst.... fury. Stephan laughed mockingly as he watched her squirm with indecision. He can be so cruel.

"Come here". Sara demanded of the girl. The girl, perhaps 23 years old by the looks of her, walked toward her, Stephan letting go of the leash and she just stood before Sara, brimming with defiance until Stephan grabbed hold of her leash again and pulled her close to his body.
"Kneel before your Queen, whore." Stephan forced the girl to her knees. "Now, Sara... What do you want?"
Sara replied, "I'm hungry." (Vittoria)

- of what are you hungry, my beauty? of this? stephan said as he kneeled behind the girl, his hands framing the young, perfect, quivering breasts. or, of this, he whispered, pulling long strand of hair off the girl's neck, where two fresh wounds appeared. the enslaved girl shut her eyes, as if this would be for her the most wonderful outrage.

- see, stephane went on. i have uncorked the bottle for you.

sara stared at him, motionless. did it show that inside she was fighting the most painful war? apparently not. stephane was surprised by her calm. and strangely not angry.

- once again, ungrateful? or is my gift not to your liking? of course. perhaps you would have preferred a boy. 'twould have been good to sample boys for you. ah, well.

he leaned over the languishing girl's throat and made her turn around to face him, and his arms enfolded her. her white flesh against the night of him. their moans merging in ecstasy. surely they would melt into one another... the girl wrapped a tense leg around his hip, she wanted to belong to him, she wanted to be possessed, as if she could ever be possessed further.

but her strength was clearly declining. stephane was emptying the vessel, and she did not oppose him.

sara's heart was going to explode... she wanted... again, she could not know what... her, him, or both? to take, to give, or both? to love, to die? yes, she wanted to take the girl's place in stephane's embrace. anything to have him hold her so fiercely.

the realisation of this defeated her and she fell back on the couch, as lifeless as the girl who fell like a doll from stephane's arms when he opened them.

sara had no doubt, the girl was certainly dead. but stephane did not care. he got on his feet, reeling like a drunken man, or like a man just having known the most ezquisite pleasure... or both... there was a satisfied, and very red, smile on his face.

françois, in his worried absence, had left her in the care of a demon. a gorgeous and deadly demon who enjoyed playing with her will, her heart, her sanity, with her life even, he for whom life had no value. a demon who would ultimately make her his own, how, she could not yet guess, but such was stephane's ultimate, cruel goal. worse, sara did not know if she was able to resist this demon sho wanted her. (tip)

[peach]

Droplets gathered and slowly drizzled down the glass as the rain poured down. It had been a long day and time could not pass easily it seemed. Grey haze drifted like so much fog through her cluttered mind. Nothing seemed right. Even the rain was so natural yet beyond her grasp as she drearily gazed out the window at nothing. Nothing.

Nothing mattered anymore... or did it? Could Sara collect within herself her very self or would she just slip into a daze forever? Would tomorrow bring new hope? Suddenly she became aware of a strange creaking sound coming from the stairway... and then a flutter... and then...

Hair pulled to the side... gasping... almost fainitng... piercing flesh.. swooning... dreaming.. floating? Sara could hear nothing and more of nothing. A tiny stream of blood trickled down her wounded neck and then it was gone. Nothing left but all familair marks in her tender flesh. Then it was morning.... (Vittoria)

how cruel that once again she had been abandoned like a discarded vessel. she so needed the... fleeting presence... to show itself. pretty sara had prepared for its coming, she had been wearing her finest lace, her richest silk, delicate rubies around her neck. and yet she had been left into her world, which had lost all taste and colour. (tip)

She waited anxiously for Stephan to show himself to her again, if only for a fleeting moment. How she longed for him, to be near him, to feel his body next to hers. It was no use, he appeared to seldom that she almost forgot what he looked like. She closed her eyes and tried to remember, she reached far back into her memory....suddenly he appeared in her thoughts...... the long dark curls that settled just on his shoulders.... the piercing eyes that she swore could see to her very sole, his angular face. Oh how she ached for him, now more than ever......her heart skipped a beat with just the thought of him in her head.

Why had Stephan betrayed her so? Why had he not shown himself to her? (peach) Is he her lover or not? Why must he play these games with her heart and with her every desire?

Sara finally rose from her bed and drew the curtains, unable to face the light of day. Slowly and wearily, she padded down the stairs to the kitchen to put on the kettle for tea. She was so thirsty. Once the tea had steeped, she poured it and took a seat at the small wooden table, placing the delicate cup and saucer on the placememat before her. Her finger tips twiddled with its lace edges.

Stephan's eyes burned her very soul as she stared into her tea, unable to drink a drop of it. The thirst would not stop. The thirst. ... In her mind's eye, the tea seemed to be red and thick and looked so tempting, so she took a sip. Sara grabbed her stomach and bowed over, accidently knocking the tea cup to the floor as she too fell. (Vittoria)

how long before she came back to her world? has that been sleep at all? and now, she was on the couch, a warm blanket around her, her feet propped up on a soft cushion.
in the armchair facing sara, stephan sat, his beautiful head leaning on his hand, watching her. he smiled the lightest smile, and gazed the sweetest gaze. and it was all she could see, his blood red lips, still wet, his dazed eyes, as if he was drunk... drunk from her. for he had certainly... yes, she felt the slight pain in her flesh once more.
he had brought her here to rest. he had laid her in comfort, covered her in warmth, and now quietly savoured his conquest, his power over her, which he knew to be complete.
- why?... sara could say no more. would he one day warm at her despair, at her need?
he moved like a cat in his chair, his moves slow, sensuous. a black cat, for he was all clad in black velvet and black leather.
- why what, sara?
- why me?
he was amused. but too languid to laugh out loud. his amusement made his eyes twinkle like diamonds in candlelight. he slowly licked his ruby red lips. (tip)

"Why not you, Sarah?" This was not the response Stephan had expected, and was taken aback by the comment. He looked at her with disgust, and contempt, he was upon her instantly so much so that she cowered in fear, although on the sofa there really was no place for her to go.

You ungrateful b*tch! He hissed at her, longing was no longer what she felt for him, for now she was terrified at this rurn of events. You of all people should be honored that I chose you, I have been more than patient, for months I have followed you, waited and watched everything that you did until it was second nature to me. I knew what you were going to do before you did and this is how you thank me?? You were not my first choice but there was something about you that intrigued me and so I chose you.
He paced the floor, hands clenched behind his back, until he reached the enormous oak mantle that housed the fireplace, he turned in her direction with one hand on the mantle, the other on his waist. For the longest time he said nothing, and Sarah sat in stunned silence, for she feared for her life now and was aware of the anger in him, this was a side of himself that he often kept hidden. Sarah had never been on the receiving end of this venomous tirade and it jolted her back to reality, but whose? His eyes turned cold....when at last he spoke to her and forbade her from uttering that question to him again. "Do you understand that Sarah", slowly she nodded and promised. He walked over to her, and sat by her side on the sofa, he stroked her hair, and brushed her cheek with his hands. His eyes softened a bit and he half smiled at her. She no longer felt the fear as she did a short time ago. It seemd so very long ago. (peach)

- besides, he whispered, his lips now brushing against her throat, you are my thing. a thing does not speak.
hi tongue intently licked the wounds that had not yet begun healing. she wailed softly.
- a thing does not question.
sara cried as he drunk again. forever. she hoped he would take her then, take her life, make it part of his strange one, and stop the senseless game.
- a thing does not cry, he growled as he stood back, a thin red line running from his lips to his chin.
- so, i guess am not a thing after all, she dared say, as she reached and drank her own blood from his face.
his grinned could have meant anything. another coming storm, or a whirlwind of tenderness. there was no guessing with stephane. (tip)

Stephan left her in the room, closed the door behind him and locked it. He placed the key that was hanging on the fine silver chain and placed it around his neck again. Sarah was left to contemplate her thoughts, had her little ruse worked? SHe had hoped so, for her sake. She was still not sure what to make of her plight, part of her felt excitement and what could be the other made her sick to her stomach, she dreaded the choice she would soon have to make, she had hoped that Stephan would make it for her. She tried to take her mind off that for a while she began to drift off to sleep again.........happy thoughts danced in her head............her brother Francois..........her father...Francoise was 8 years her senior and he felt it his responsibillity to care for his little sister, he was always doting on her and could never say no to her. Sarah's mother died tragically while bringing her into this world, she would never know her. Henri, her father never fully recovered from his grief and often the children were left to their own devices. He drank more often.

Henri took what remained of his family to Cornwall, he had moved his family from Marseilles and so was a fisherman by trade, he thought that by bringingn his young family here they might stand a chance, the memories were still to raw. The three of them had no one, they left their old lives behind in France, she hated it here, and soon resented her father for ever bringing them to this God for saken place, she hated the weather, she hated everything about it. Francoise left when he was sixteen in hopes of making something of himself. Henri never amounted to much as he was thrown off every ship that he sailed on, the captains thought him a liability, his last ship, The Spirit of England was, the final straw. He drank himself to death leaving his children alone. Francois by this time was sixteen, he too worked as a fisherman but he hated it. He left Cornwall and Sarah behind, but he left her in the care of the the Sclerder Abbey and was gone. Sarah never saw him again, she thought of him often. She woke with a start and heard Stephan approaching once again. (peach)

"Sleeping again, my pet? Why must you sleep? The night is still young. Sit up. I've brought something for you- a gift."

Sara arose, her curiosity winning over her aching bones. Stephan stepped out of the room for a moment. Sara blinked her eyes several times, not believing what she was seeing. A slender and quite lovely blonde girl walked sheepishly behind Stephan as he held her by a leash.

"Wha.... What am I supposed to do with... her? Who.... who is she and why is she here?"
"Well, what do you want to do with her?" Stephan paused for a moment and then continued. "Close your eyes. What do you feel?"

Sara's mind and emotions were swirling with a fury. What was he doing bringing another woman here? What does he want? What does he expect? Will I lose him if I don't give in? These questiions pummelled her mind, but she found herself calming. So, she closed her eyes and tried to feel anything but what she had been feeling.... Then, lust.... then thirst... then fury... bloodlust... lust.. thirst.... fury. Stephan laughed mockingly as he watched her squirm with indecision. He can be so cruel.

"Come here". Sara demanded of the girl. The girl, perhaps 23 years old by the looks of her, walked toward her, Stephan letting go of the leash and she just stood before Sara, brimming with defiance until Stephan grabbed hold of her leash again and pulled her close to his body.
"Kneel before your Queen, whore." Stephan forced the girl to her knees. "Now, Sara... What do you want?"
Sara replied, "I'm hungry." (Vittoria)

- of what are you hungry, my beauty? of this? stephan said as he kneeled behind the girl, his hands framing the young, perfect, quivering breasts. or, of this, he whispered, pulling long strand of hair off the girl's neck, where two fresh wounds appeared. the enslaved girl shut her eyes, as if this would be for her the most wonderful outrage.

- see, stephane went on. i have uncorked the bottle for you.

sara stared at him, motionless. did it show that inside she was fighting the most painful war? apparently not. stephane was surprised by her calm. and strangely not angry.

- once again, ungrateful? or is my gift not to your liking? of course. perhaps you would have preferred a boy. 'twould have been good to sample boys for you. ah, well.

he leaned over the languishing girl's throat and made her turn around to face him, and his arms enfolded her. her white flesh against the night of him. their moans merging in ecstasy. surely they would melt into one another... the girl wrapped a tense leg around his hip, she wanted to belong to him, she wanted to be possessed, as if she could ever be possessed further.

but her strength was clearly declining. stephane was emptying the vessel, and she did not oppose him.

sara's heart was going to explode... she wanted... again, she could not know what... her, him, or both? to take, to give, or both? to love, to die? yes, she wanted to take the girl's place in stephane's embrace. anything to have him hold her so fiercely.

the realisation of this defeated her and she fell back on the couch, as lifeless as the girl who fell like a doll from stephane's arms when he opened them.

sara had no doubt, the girl was certainly dead. but stephane did not care. he got on his feet, reeling like a drunken man, or like a man just having known the most ezquisite pleasure... or both... there was a satisfied, and very red, smile on his face.

françois, in his worried absence, had left her in the care of a demon. a gorgeous and deadly demon who enjoyed playing with her will, her heart, her sanity, with her life even, he for whom life had no value. a demon who would ultimately make her his own, how, she could not yet guess, but such was stephane's ultimate, cruel goal. worse, sara did not know if she was able to resist this demon sho wanted her. (tip)

Sarah belonged to two worlds now, the mortal world that she had always known, and that of her forbears; but also that of Stephan's, dare she even speak its name?. Though she knew right from wrong and the moral issues that would surely come if she chose unwisely would gnaw at her until it became unbearable. Stephan's world was corrupt to say the least and went against everything that she was ever taught, yet his world was so tantalizingly tempting and having tasted it made her crave that taste now more than ever.
Stephan left the girl and Sarah alone, again locking the door. He paused for a moment wiping the corner of his mouth and taking it's contents in his mouth, licking his finger savouring it. He smiled and walked down the corridor. The girl was not dead but had fainted after her long and cruel ordeal

Sarah, took the girls leash and released her from its bond. She touched the sleeping girls neck, and the tiny holes on it and she stirred inside, she felt something she had never experienced before....... she was scared but also excited. The girl stirred and leaned into Sarah's hand. She awoke with a start and looked into Sarah's eyes and felt comforted by her kindness towards her, her name was Genevieve. Stephan had told her she had no family so no one would ever notice her absence. She sat down beside the girl and placed her head in her lap the girl cooed every so slightly, she ran her hands through the sleeping girls hair and again her fingers touched the neck........so close...so beautiful............she was hungry and tired of fighting the thirst that crept up more frequently now..........she bent down to the throat that awaited her and bit down, hard at first then slowly taking it all in. The door opened slightly and Stephan crept in and surveyed the sight before him, he was overcome with joy and made his prescence known to Sarah, who was startled by his sudden appearance. I take it you like my gift to you. She is yours then, I ask nothing in return ........yet.

Sarah quickly got off the bed and shrieked at Stephan, I hate you with every fiber of my being, look what you have done to me, what you have done to this poor girl. Stephan barked back at her, you did not protest when I brought her to you, when you tasted the juices from her, where was your anger then? You please me not!! I should take her from you and see how you feel then, do not anger me, you forget what I am capable of.
Sarah tried to run to the door but it was fruitless, Stephan was on her in an instant, he was too quick for her and she knew it. He threw her to the floor and left her there like a rag doll. He stormed out of the room leaving her in a fit of tears. Her decision was made she had no choice now. (peach)

[Vittoria]

Droplets gathered and slowly drizzled down the glass as the rain poured down. It had been a long day and time could not pass easily it seemed. Grey haze drifted like so much fog through her cluttered mind. Nothing seemed right. Even the rain was so natural yet beyond her grasp as she drearily gazed out the window at nothing. Nothing.

Nothing mattered anymore... or did it? Could Sara collect within herself her very self or would she just slip into a daze forever? Would tomorrow bring new hope? Suddenly she became aware of a strange creaking sound coming from the stairway... and then a flutter... and then...

Hair pulled to the side... gasping... almost fainitng... piercing flesh.. swooning... dreaming.. floating? Sara could hear nothing and more of nothing. A tiny stream of blood trickled down her wounded neck and then it was gone. Nothing left but all familair marks in her tender flesh. Then it was morning.... (Vittoria)

how cruel that once again she had been abandoned like a discarded vessel. she so needed the... fleeting presence... to show itself. pretty sara had prepared for its coming, she had been wearing her finest lace, her richest silk, delicate rubies around her neck. and yet she had been left into her world, which had lost all taste and colour. (tip)

She waited anxiously for Stephan to show himself to her again, if only for a fleeting moment. How she longed for him, to be near him, to feel his body next to hers. It was no use, he appeared to seldom that she almost forgot what he looked like. She closed her eyes and tried to remember, she reached far back into her memory....suddenly he appeared in her thoughts...... the long dark curls that settled just on his shoulders.... the piercing eyes that she swore could see to her very sole, his angular face. Oh how she ached for him, now more than ever......her heart skipped a beat with just the thought of him in her head.

Why had Stephan betrayed her so? Why had he not shown himself to her? (peach) Is he her lover or not? Why must he play these games with her heart and with her every desire?

Sara finally rose from her bed and drew the curtains, unable to face the light of day. Slowly and wearily, she padded down the stairs to the kitchen to put on the kettle for tea. She was so thirsty. Once the tea had steeped, she poured it and took a seat at the small wooden table, placing the delicate cup and saucer on the placememat before her. Her finger tips twiddled with its lace edges.

Stephan's eyes burned her very soul as she stared into her tea, unable to drink a drop of it. The thirst would not stop. The thirst. ... In her mind's eye, the tea seemed to be red and thick and looked so tempting, so she took a sip. Sara grabbed her stomach and bowed over, accidently knocking the tea cup to the floor as she too fell. (Vittoria)

how long before she came back to her world? has that been sleep at all? and now, she was on the couch, a warm blanket around her, her feet propped up on a soft cushion.
in the armchair facing sara, stephan sat, his beautiful head leaning on his hand, watching her. he smiled the lightest smile, and gazed the sweetest gaze. and it was all she could see, his blood red lips, still wet, his dazed eyes, as if he was drunk... drunk from her. for he had certainly... yes, she felt the slight pain in her flesh once more.
he had brought her here to rest. he had laid her in comfort, covered her in warmth, and now quietly savoured his conquest, his power over her, which he knew to be complete.
- why?... sara could say no more. would he one day warm at her despair, at her need?
he moved like a cat in his chair, his moves slow, sensuous. a black cat, for he was all clad in black velvet and black leather.
- why what, sara?
- why me?
he was amused. but too languid to laugh out loud. his amusement made his eyes twinkle like diamonds in candlelight. he slowly licked his ruby red lips. (tip)

"Why not you, Sarah?" This was not the response Stephan had expected, and was taken aback by the comment. He looked at her with disgust, and contempt, he was upon her instantly so much so that she cowered in fear, although on the sofa there really was no place for her to go.

You ungrateful b*tch! He hissed at her, longing was no longer what she felt for him, for now she was terrified at this rurn of events. You of all people should be honored that I chose you, I have been more than patient, for months I have followed you, waited and watched everything that you did until it was second nature to me. I knew what you were going to do before you did and this is how you thank me?? You were not my first choice but there was something about you that intrigued me and so I chose you.
He paced the floor, hands clenched behind his back, until he reached the enormous oak mantle that housed the fireplace, he turned in her direction with one hand on the mantle, the other on his waist. For the longest time he said nothing, and Sarah sat in stunned silence, for she feared for her life now and was aware of the anger in him, this was a side of himself that he often kept hidden. Sarah had never been on the receiving end of this venomous tirade and it jolted her back to reality, but whose? His eyes turned cold....when at last he spoke to her and forbade her from uttering that question to him again. "Do you understand that Sarah", slowly she nodded and promised. He walked over to her, and sat by her side on the sofa, he stroked her hair, and brushed her cheek with his hands. His eyes softened a bit and he half smiled at her. She no longer felt the fear as she did a short time ago. It seemd so very long ago. (peach)

- besides, he whispered, his lips now brushing against her throat, you are my thing. a thing does not speak.
hi tongue intently licked the wounds that had not yet begun healing. she wailed softly.
- a thing does not question.
sara cried as he drunk again. forever. she hoped he would take her then, take her life, make it part of his strange one, and stop the senseless game.
- a thing does not cry, he growled as he stood back, a thin red line running from his lips to his chin.
- so, i guess am not a thing after all, she dared say, as she reached and drank her own blood from his face.
his grinned could have meant anything. another coming storm, or a whirlwind of tenderness. there was no guessing with stephane. (tip)

Stephan left her in the room, closed the door behind him and locked it. He placed the key that was hanging on the fine silver chain and placed it around his neck again. Sarah was left to contemplate her thoughts, had her little ruse worked? SHe had hoped so, for her sake. She was still not sure what to make of her plight, part of her felt excitement and what could be the other made her sick to her stomach, she dreaded the choice she would soon have to make, she had hoped that Stephan would make it for her. She tried to take her mind off that for a while she began to drift off to sleep again.........happy thoughts danced in her head............her brother Francois..........her father...Francoise was 8 years her senior and he felt it his responsibillity to care for his little sister, he was always doting on her and could never say no to her. Sarah's mother died tragically while bringing her into this world, she would never know her. Henri, her father never fully recovered from his grief and often the children were left to their own devices. He drank more often.

Henri took what remained of his family to Cornwall, he had moved his family from Marseilles and so was a fisherman by trade, he thought that by bringingn his young family here they might stand a chance, the memories were still to raw. The three of them had no one, they left their old lives behind in France, she hated it here, and soon resented her father for ever bringing them to this God for saken place, she hated the weather, she hated everything about it. Francoise left when he was sixteen in hopes of making something of himself. Henri never amounted to much as he was thrown off every ship that he sailed on, the captains thought him a liability, his last ship, The Spirit of England was, the final straw. He drank himself to death leaving his children alone. Francois by this time was sixteen, he too worked as a fisherman but he hated it. He left Cornwall and Sarah behind, but he left her in the care of the the Sclerder Abbey and was gone. Sarah never saw him again, she thought of him often. She woke with a start and heard Stephan approaching once again. (peach)

"Sleeping again, my pet? Why must you sleep? The night is still young. Sit up. I've brought something for you- a gift."

Sara arose, her curiosity winning over her aching bones. Stephan stepped out of the room for a moment. Sara blinked her eyes several times, not believing what she was seeing. A slender and quite lovely blonde girl walked sheepishly behind Stephan as he held her by a leash.

"Wha.... What am I supposed to do with... her? Who.... who is she and why is she here?"
"Well, what do you want to do with her?" Stephan paused for a moment and then continued. "Close your eyes. What do you feel?"

Sara's mind and emotions were swirling with a fury. What was he doing bringing another woman here? What does he want? What does he expect? Will I lose him if I don't give in? These questiions pummelled her mind, but she found herself calming. So, she closed her eyes and tried to feel anything but what she had been feeling.... Then, lust.... then thirst... then fury... bloodlust... lust.. thirst.... fury. Stephan laughed mockingly as he watched her squirm with indecision. He can be so cruel.

"Come here". Sara demanded of the girl. The girl, perhaps 23 years old by the looks of her, walked toward her, Stephan letting go of the leash and she just stood before Sara, brimming with defiance until Stephan grabbed hold of her leash again and pulled her close to his body.
"Kneel before your Queen, whore." Stephan forced the girl to her knees. "Now, Sara... What do you want?"
Sara replied, "I'm hungry." (Vittoria)

- of what are you hungry, my beauty? of this? stephan said as he kneeled behind the girl, his hands framing the young, perfect, quivering breasts. or, of this, he whispered, pulling long strand of hair off the girl's neck, where two fresh wounds appeared. the enslaved girl shut her eyes, as if this would be for her the most wonderful outrage.

- see, stephane went on. i have uncorked the bottle for you.

sara stared at him, motionless. did it show that inside she was fighting the most painful war? apparently not. stephane was surprised by her calm. and strangely not angry.

- once again, ungrateful? or is my gift not to your liking? of course. perhaps you would have preferred a boy. 'twould have been good to sample boys for you. ah, well.

he leaned over the languishing girl's throat and made her turn around to face him, and his arms enfolded her. her white flesh against the night of him. their moans merging in ecstasy. surely they would melt into one another... the girl wrapped a tense leg around his hip, she wanted to belong to him, she wanted to be possessed, as if she could ever be possessed further.

but her strength was clearly declining. stephane was emptying the vessel, and she did not oppose him.

sara's heart was going to explode... she wanted... again, she could not know what... her, him, or both? to take, to give, or both? to love, to die? yes, she wanted to take the girl's place in stephane's embrace. anything to have him hold her so fiercely.

the realisation of this defeated her and she fell back on the couch, as lifeless as the girl who fell like a doll from stephane's arms when he opened them.

sara had no doubt, the girl was certainly dead. but stephane did not care. he got on his feet, reeling like a drunken man, or like a man just having known the most ezquisite pleasure... or both... there was a satisfied, and very red, smile on his face.

françois, in his worried absence, had left her in the care of a demon. a gorgeous and deadly demon who enjoyed playing with her will, her heart, her sanity, with her life even, he for whom life had no value. a demon who would ultimately make her his own, how, she could not yet guess, but such was stephane's ultimate, cruel goal. worse, sara did not know if she was able to resist this demon sho wanted her. (tip)

Sarah belonged to two worlds now, the mortal world that she had always known, and that of her forbears; but also that of Stephan's, dare she even speak its name?. Though she knew right from wrong and the moral issues that would surely come if she chose unwisely would gnaw at her until it became unbearable. Stephan's world was corrupt to say the least and went against everything that she was ever taught, yet his world was so tantalizingly tempting and having tasted it made her crave that taste now more than ever.
Stephan left the girl and Sarah alone, again locking the door. He paused for a moment wiping the corner of his mouth and taking it's contents in his mouth, licking his finger savouring it. He smiled and walked down the corridor. The girl was not dead but had fainted after her long and cruel ordeal

Sarah, took the girls leash and released her from its bond. She touched the sleeping girls neck, and the tiny holes on it and she stirred inside, she felt something she had never experienced before....... she was scared but also excited. The girl stirred and leaned into Sarah's hand. She awoke with a start and looked into Sarah's eyes and felt comforted by her kindness towards her, her name was Genevieve. Stephan had told her she had no family so no one would ever notice her absence. She sat down beside the girl and placed her head in her lap the girl cooed every so slightly, she ran her hands through the sleeping girls hair and again her fingers touched the neck........so close...so beautiful............she was hungry and tired of fighting the thirst that crept up more frequently now..........she bent down to the throat that awaited her and bit down, hard at first then slowly taking it all in. The door opened slightly and Stephan crept in and surveyed the sight before him, he was overcome with joy and made his prescence known to Sarah, who was startled by his sudden appearance. I take it you like my gift to you. She is yours then, I ask nothing in return ........yet.

Sarah quickly got off the bed and shrieked at Stephan, I hate you with every fiber of my being, look what you have done to me, what you have done to this poor girl. Stephan barked back at her, you did not protest when I brought her to you, when you tasted the juices from her, where was your anger then? You please me not!! I should take her from you and see how you feel then, do not anger me, you forget what I am capable of.

Sarah tried to run to the door but it was fruitless, Stephan was on her in an instant, he was too quick for her and she knew it. He threw her to the floor and left her there like a rag doll. He stormed out of the room leaving her in a fit of tears. Her decision was made she had no choice now. (peach)

Although Stephan enraged her and simultaneously made her ache for him, she had to think beyond all of this. Yet, she could not. Confusion had its way. She wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve and glanced over at Genevieve. Stephan was such a montrous bastard, she thought, and why did he bring someone else into this?

Would Sara too be a slave like the young girl who slept in Sara's bed? What had he promised this girl? He seemed to want to put Sara into a higher position, but she would still be a slave of sorts, would she not? If she refused him, would he kill her and be done with it without fully turning her? If she stayed and surrendered to his desires and his tirades would she be satisfied?

All Sara could do is question everything, yet deep inside she had made her decision. She would stay as she could not bare life without this sexy beast. She would try to not anger him again. She would try her best to please him. She stood shakily and walked over to the bed, trying not to fall. She had to satisfy her thirst no matter what her morals dictated.

As Sara again tasted Genevieve, she noticed that fangs had begun to develop in her own mouth. Stephan had obviously been feeding her with his blood and yet she could not remember. This startled her at first, but the thirst was raging. She fed until the room seemed to spin and she was filled with a subtle but glorious warm glow. The girl was still alive and looking into Sara's eyes with that lost puppy dog sort of look, the look that makes the angels cry and the heavens to form dew upon the morning grass.

What sort of monster was she herself becoming? Was she now as dark as her Master? As this thought came to her, she stopped feeding and just held the girl in her arms, rocking her, crying tears of blood and waiting for their Master to return. Genevieve began kissing Sara's neck, working her way up to her lips. The two embraced with limbs entwined until the tears stopped flowing. (Vittoria)

[tipou]

Droplets gathered and slowly drizzled down the glass as the rain poured down. It had been a long day and time could not pass easily it seemed. Grey haze drifted like so much fog through her cluttered mind. Nothing seemed right. Even the rain was so natural yet beyond her grasp as she drearily gazed out the window at nothing. Nothing.

Nothing mattered anymore... or did it? Could Sara collect within herself her very self or would she just slip into a daze forever? Would tomorrow bring new hope? Suddenly she became aware of a strange creaking sound coming from the stairway... and then a flutter... and then...

Hair pulled to the side... gasping... almost fainitng... piercing flesh.. swooning... dreaming.. floating? Sara could hear nothing and more of nothing. A tiny stream of blood trickled down her wounded neck and then it was gone. Nothing left but all familair marks in her tender flesh. Then it was morning.... (Vittoria)

how cruel that once again she had been abandoned like a discarded vessel. she so needed the... fleeting presence... to show itself. pretty sara had prepared for its coming, she had been wearing her finest lace, her richest silk, delicate rubies around her neck. and yet she had been left into her world, which had lost all taste and colour. (tip)

She waited anxiously for Stephan to show himself to her again, if only for a fleeting moment. How she longed for him, to be near him, to feel his body next to hers. It was no use, he appeared to seldom that she almost forgot what he looked like. She closed her eyes and tried to remember, she reached far back into her memory....suddenly he appeared in her thoughts...... the long dark curls that settled just on his shoulders.... the piercing eyes that she swore could see to her very sole, his angular face. Oh how she ached for him, now more than ever......her heart skipped a beat with just the thought of him in her head.

Why had Stephan betrayed her so? Why had he not shown himself to her? (peach) Is he her lover or not? Why must he play these games with her heart and with her every desire?

Sara finally rose from her bed and drew the curtains, unable to face the light of day. Slowly and wearily, she padded down the stairs to the kitchen to put on the kettle for tea. She was so thirsty. Once the tea had steeped, she poured it and took a seat at the small wooden table, placing the delicate cup and saucer on the placememat before her. Her finger tips twiddled with its lace edges.

Stephan's eyes burned her very soul as she stared into her tea, unable to drink a drop of it. The thirst would not stop. The thirst. ... In her mind's eye, the tea seemed to be red and thick and looked so tempting, so she took a sip. Sara grabbed her stomach and bowed over, accidently knocking the tea cup to the floor as she too fell. (Vittoria)

how long before she came back to her world? has that been sleep at all? and now, she was on the couch, a warm blanket around her, her feet propped up on a soft cushion.
in the armchair facing sara, stephan sat, his beautiful head leaning on his hand, watching her. he smiled the lightest smile, and gazed the sweetest gaze. and it was all she could see, his blood red lips, still wet, his dazed eyes, as if he was drunk... drunk from her. for he had certainly... yes, she felt the slight pain in her flesh once more.
he had brought her here to rest. he had laid her in comfort, covered her in warmth, and now quietly savoured his conquest, his power over her, which he knew to be complete.
- why?... sara could say no more. would he one day warm at her despair, at her need?
he moved like a cat in his chair, his moves slow, sensuous. a black cat, for he was all clad in black velvet and black leather.
- why what, sara?
- why me?
he was amused. but too languid to laugh out loud. his amusement made his eyes twinkle like diamonds in candlelight. he slowly licked his ruby red lips. (tip)

"Why not you, Sarah?" This was not the response Stephan had expected, and was taken aback by the comment. He looked at her with disgust, and contempt, he was upon her instantly so much so that she cowered in fear, although on the sofa there really was no place for her to go.

You ungrateful b*tch! He hissed at her, longing was no longer what she felt for him, for now she was terrified at this rurn of events. You of all people should be honored that I chose you, I have been more than patient, for months I have followed you, waited and watched everything that you did until it was second nature to me. I knew what you were going to do before you did and this is how you thank me?? You were not my first choice but there was something about you that intrigued me and so I chose you.
He paced the floor, hands clenched behind his back, until he reached the enormous oak mantle that housed the fireplace, he turned in her direction with one hand on the mantle, the other on his waist. For the longest time he said nothing, and Sarah sat in stunned silence, for she feared for her life now and was aware of the anger in him, this was a side of himself that he often kept hidden. Sarah had never been on the receiving end of this venomous tirade and it jolted her back to reality, but whose? His eyes turned cold....when at last he spoke to her and forbade her from uttering that question to him again. "Do you understand that Sarah", slowly she nodded and promised. He walked over to her, and sat by her side on the sofa, he stroked her hair, and brushed her cheek with his hands. His eyes softened a bit and he half smiled at her. She no longer felt the fear as she did a short time ago. It seemd so very long ago. (peach)

- besides, he whispered, his lips now brushing against her throat, you are my thing. a thing does not speak.
hi tongue intently licked the wounds that had not yet begun healing. she wailed softly.
- a thing does not question.
sara cried as he drunk again. forever. she hoped he would take her then, take her life, make it part of his strange one, and stop the senseless game.
- a thing does not cry, he growled as he stood back, a thin red line running from his lips to his chin.
- so, i guess am not a thing after all, she dared say, as she reached and drank her own blood from his face.
his grinned could have meant anything. another coming storm, or a whirlwind of tenderness. there was no guessing with stephane. (tip)

Stephan left her in the room, closed the door behind him and locked it. He placed the key that was hanging on the fine silver chain and placed it around his neck again. Sarah was left to contemplate her thoughts, had her little ruse worked? SHe had hoped so, for her sake. She was still not sure what to make of her plight, part of her felt excitement and what could be the other made her sick to her stomach, she dreaded the choice she would soon have to make, she had hoped that Stephan would make it for her. She tried to take her mind off that for a while she began to drift off to sleep again.........happy thoughts danced in her head............her brother Francois..........her father...Francoise was 8 years her senior and he felt it his responsibillity to care for his little sister, he was always doting on her and could never say no to her. Sarah's mother died tragically while bringing her into this world, she would never know her. Henri, her father never fully recovered from his grief and often the children were left to their own devices. He drank more often.

Henri took what remained of his family to Cornwall, he had moved his family from Marseilles and so was a fisherman by trade, he thought that by bringingn his young family here they might stand a chance, the memories were still to raw. The three of them had no one, they left their old lives behind in France, she hated it here, and soon resented her father for ever bringing them to this God for saken place, she hated the weather, she hated everything about it. Francoise left when he was sixteen in hopes of making something of himself. Henri never amounted to much as he was thrown off every ship that he sailed on, the captains thought him a liability, his last ship, The Spirit of England was, the final straw. He drank himself to death leaving his children alone. Francois by this time was sixteen, he too worked as a fisherman but he hated it. He left Cornwall and Sarah behind, but he left her in the care of the the Sclerder Abbey and was gone. Sarah never saw him again, she thought of him often. She woke with a start and heard Stephan approaching once again. (peach)

"Sleeping again, my pet? Why must you sleep? The night is still young. Sit up. I've brought something for you- a gift."

Sara arose, her curiosity winning over her aching bones. Stephan stepped out of the room for a moment. Sara blinked her eyes several times, not believing what she was seeing. A slender and quite lovely blonde girl walked sheepishly behind Stephan as he held her by a leash.

"Wha.... What am I supposed to do with... her? Who.... who is she and why is she here?"
"Well, what do you want to do with her?" Stephan paused for a moment and then continued. "Close your eyes. What do you feel?"

Sara's mind and emotions were swirling with a fury. What was he doing bringing another woman here? What does he want? What does he expect? Will I lose him if I don't give in? These questiions pummelled her mind, but she found herself calming. So, she closed her eyes and tried to feel anything but what she had been feeling.... Then, lust.... then thirst... then fury... bloodlust... lust.. thirst.... fury. Stephan laughed mockingly as he watched her squirm with indecision. He can be so cruel.

"Come here". Sara demanded of the girl. The girl, perhaps 23 years old by the looks of her, walked toward her, Stephan letting go of the leash and she just stood before Sara, brimming with defiance until Stephan grabbed hold of her leash again and pulled her close to his body.
"Kneel before your Queen, whore." Stephan forced the girl to her knees. "Now, Sara... What do you want?"
Sara replied, "I'm hungry." (Vittoria)

- of what are you hungry, my beauty? of this? stephan said as he kneeled behind the girl, his hands framing the young, perfect, quivering breasts. or, of this, he whispered, pulling long strand of hair off the girl's neck, where two fresh wounds appeared. the enslaved girl shut her eyes, as if this would be for her the most wonderful outrage.

- see, stephane went on. i have uncorked the bottle for you.

sara stared at him, motionless. did it show that inside she was fighting the most painful war? apparently not. stephane was surprised by her calm. and strangely not angry.

- once again, ungrateful? or is my gift not to your liking? of course. perhaps you would have preferred a boy. 'twould have been good to sample boys for you. ah, well.

he leaned over the languishing girl's throat and made her turn around to face him, and his arms enfolded her. her white flesh against the night of him. their moans merging in ecstasy. surely they would melt into one another... the girl wrapped a tense leg around his hip, she wanted to belong to him, she wanted to be possessed, as if she could ever be possessed further.

but her strength was clearly declining. stephane was emptying the vessel, and she did not oppose him.

sara's heart was going to explode... she wanted... again, she could not know what... her, him, or both? to take, to give, or both? to love, to die? yes, she wanted to take the girl's place in stephane's embrace. anything to have him hold her so fiercely.

the realisation of this defeated her and she fell back on the couch, as lifeless as the girl who fell like a doll from stephane's arms when he opened them.

sara had no doubt, the girl was certainly dead. but stephane did not care. he got on his feet, reeling like a drunken man, or like a man just having known the most exquisite pleasure... or both... there was a satisfied, and very red, smile on his face.

françois, in his worried absence, had left her in the care of a demon. a gorgeous and deadly demon who enjoyed playing with her will, her heart, her sanity, with her life even, he for whom life had no value. a demon who would ultimately make her his own, how, she could not yet guess, but such was stephane's ultimate, cruel goal. worse, sara did not know if she was able to resist this demon sho wanted her. (tip)

Sarah belonged to two worlds now, the mortal world that she had always known, and that of her forbears; but also that of Stephan's, dare she even speak its name?. Though she knew right from wrong and the moral issues that would surely come if she chose unwisely would gnaw at her until it became unbearable. Stephan's world was corrupt to say the least and went against everything that she was ever taught, yet his world was so tantalizingly tempting and having tasted it made her crave that taste now more than ever.
Stephan left the girl and Sarah alone, again locking the door. He paused for a moment wiping the corner of his mouth and taking it's contents in his mouth, licking his finger savouring it. He smiled and walked down the corridor. The girl was not dead but had fainted after her long and cruel ordeal

Sarah, took the girls leash and released her from its bond. She touched the sleeping girls neck, and the tiny holes on it and she stirred inside, she felt something she had never experienced before....... she was scared but also excited. The girl stirred and leaned into Sarah's hand. She awoke with a start and looked into Sarah's eyes and felt comforted by her kindness towards her, her name was Genevieve. Stephan had told her she had no family so no one would ever notice her absence. She sat down beside the girl and placed her head in her lap the girl cooed every so slightly, she ran her hands through the sleeping girls hair and again her fingers touched the neck........so close...so beautiful............she was hungry and tired of fighting the thirst that crept up more frequently now..........she bent down to the throat that awaited her and bit down, hard at first then slowly taking it all in. The door opened slightly and Stephan crept in and surveyed the sight before him, he was overcome with joy and made his prescence known to Sarah, who was startled by his sudden appearance. I take it you like my gift to you. She is yours then, I ask nothing in return ........yet.

Sarah quickly got off the bed and shrieked at Stephan, I hate you with every fiber of my being, look what you have done to me, what you have done to this poor girl. Stephan barked back at her, you did not protest when I brought her to you, when you tasted the juices from her, where was your anger then? You please me not!! I should take her from you and see how you feel then, do not anger me, you forget what I am capable of.

Sarah tried to run to the door but it was fruitless, Stephan was on her in an instant, he was too quick for her and she knew it. He threw her to the floor and left her there like a rag doll. He stormed out of the room leaving her in a fit of tears. Her decision was made she had no choice now. (peach)

Although Stephan enraged her and simultaneously made her ache for him, she had to think beyond all of this. Yet, she could not. Confusion had its way. She wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve and glanced over at Genevieve. Stephan was such a montrous bastard, she thought, and why did he bring someone else into this?

Would Sara too be a slave like the young girl who slept in Sara's bed? What had he promised this girl? He seemed to want to put Sara into a higher position, but she would still be a slave of sorts, would she not? If she refused him, would he kill her and be done with it without fully turning her? If she stayed and surrendered to his desires and his tirades would she be satisfied?

All Sara could do is question everything, yet deep inside she had made her decision. She would stay as she could not bare life without this sexy beast. She would try to not anger him again. She would try her best to please him. She stood shakily and walked over to the bed, trying not to fall. She had to satisfy her thirst no matter what her morals dictated.

As Sara again tasted Genevieve, she noticed that fangs had begun to develop in her own mouth. Stephan had obviously been feeding her with his blood and yet she could not remember. This startled her at first, but the thirst was raging. She fed until the room seemed to spin and she was filled with a subtle but glorious warm glow. The girl was still alive and looking into Sara's eyes with that lost puppy dog sort of look, the look that makes the angels cry and the heavens to form dew upon the morning grass.

What sort of monster was she herself becoming? Was she now as dark as her Master? As this thought came to her, she stopped feeding and just held the girl in her arms, rocking her, crying tears of blood and waiting for their Master to return. Genevieve began kissing Sara's neck, working her way up to her lips. The two embraced with limbs entwined until the tears stopped flowing. (Vittoria)
she was not surprised to see stéphane lying next to them when she opened her eyes again. he surely was spying her every move, all the time. he was fully dressed as if he was to meet a king. rich brocade and embroidered silk. he was… darkly handsome. to be mistaken for a gentleman.
the young girl perceived his presence and rolled from sara's arms to his, still half asleep. absent-mindedly petting her, he went on gazing at sara for the longest while before he talked, in a low whisper.
- your brother is visiting.
she gasped. françois… once again her soul was leaping towards hope for freedom. apparently, her choice was not yet firm. she forced herself to remain calm.
- of course, he hopes to see his little sister… and to see if his friend, her protector, took good care of her. did i take good care of you, sara? he asked, once again exposing the girl's pierced throat to her thirst.
- you did, stephane.
- yet, the door is now open for you to leave. i will not hurt françois. otherwise i know i would lose you forever. time to choose, my beloved.
reaching over the girl with a trembling hand, he caressed her face tenderly. what had happened to him? why this sudden warmth?
- go to him now. i will pass the time with this charming young animal here.
sara stared at stephane.
- you do not trust me, my love? how would i wish for you to share my eternity if i was to lie to you in any way?
her heart exploded. his eternity… one split second, she wanted to flee the monster, the next, she wished to throw herself at his feet. yet, françois was downstairs, waiting for her. was there any choice other than the choice of reason? and life, dear life?
the now impatient girl was helping stephane out of his clothes, chuckling mindlessly, hungrily.
- would you excuse us, my lady, stephane whispered in a grin. this young thing needs some tending to.
sara left the room as stephane was growling at the girl to behave. she stopped at the door, to watch him capture the soft, tiny hands that had done no other wrong than to caress him, and pin them to the bed above her head. rage in his face, nothing but wonder in hers. was sara becoming this soft and obedient animal? how had he deserved it?

she dressed hastily, impatient to see her brother. so taken she was with joy, she barely noticed she had taken out a large hand bag and was gathering her jewels and clothes. she fell to her knees when she realized what she was doing. the demon would know, and would strike any moment… but he did not. certainly his pretty young prey was keeping him busy.
she forced herself to walk downstairs slowly, and to regain some normal composure. but françois saw through her… her lovely françois, all blond curls and sweet smiles, the very portrait of her real world. the world she had, absolutely, to get back to.
she threw herself at him, no longer able to contain her emotion.
- my darling sara… what is wrong? why this haste? where is stephane?
- take me away at once, françois, please.
- but…
- i beg you, i implore you. take me with you this very second.
worried, françois threw a clouded look towards the top of the stairs, and then back at her.
- would it not be more appropriate to bade goodbye…
- no. please. françois, my love, as i know how you value my life and yours, listen to me. we have to run away from here.
he needed no more. she had implored his love, and that he had in endless quantities. he put a protective arm around her shoulder and brought her outside, where a coach was waiting. she immediately leant against him, felling as if she would faint with relief.
what had this monster done to her… she had considered staying there with him! and sharing his deadly, cruel games…
- you are trembling, my sweetheart, what happened, in the name of the good lord? does stephane even know that…
- please do not speak his name anymore. please.
as françois was staring once more, still lost and confused, something caught sara's attention, from the corner of her eyes. the faintest throb… there, just below françois' jaw… a very faint blue throb. there, again. she caught herself licking her lips.
as the coach departed, she turned towards the window to hide her tears.
no wonder the demon had let her flee so easily. he had known all along that she would return. it was too late. much too late.
****************** THE END ***********************

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