Sands & Victoria Day 3 part 1
Sands : Consciousness returns. Where the fuck am I? I look around. I'm laying naked on the floor in the library. Slowly it comes back to me. Victoria, crawling around on the leather couch. Veronica bent over the leather couch. I smile. She knows how to show a guy a good time. But where is she?
I get up and wonder how awful I must smell. The bathroom isn't far away. I decide to shower first, hunt for Victoria second.
Making my way to the bathroom, I grab my burgundy silk robe from the closet in my bedroom. Still no Victoria. Then go into the shower and turn it on. Hot water pounds down and I lift my face, enjoying the feel. It sluices away the day old city air. Might as well shampoo while I'm here.
My thoughts keep going back to last night and Victoria. Didn't she say something about not being able to walk today? I laugh. Such a tease.
Victoria: I hear the sound of water running? My eyes flutter, this doesn't smell like my home. Where am I? Oh yes, I smile. Sands I left him on the floor of the library, poor boy he was so tired. I was too, I almost crawled into bed. I think I'll just lay here and wait for him to find me.
Sands: Now that I'm a little more presentable, I towel-dry my hair, trying to ignore the mirrors. It's better when they're steamed up. I hate looking at myself.
I pull on the silk robe - a gift from who was it? - and go looking for Victoria. I find her in the guest bedroom. How apropos. She's in bed with the black satin sheets pulled just high enough to hide her breasts. I know she must be awake.
"How did you sleep?" I ask from the doorway.
Victoria 3: He's out of the shower now. He'll come to me soon. I smile to myself. It was a pleasant evening. I decide to lie still and wait. Just another game, really. There are so many thoughts rushing through my mind. For one, I want to know what he thinks about me? I can be insecure at times. Women of my day were trained to be that way and some habits are hard to break. Secondly, he'll be wondering why I haven't been to the clan house here in New York. I don't like those places. Everyone is standing around judging each other trying to see who they can use to gain position. The old ones are arrogant and the young ones even more so. I'm not a hunter, nor am I a historian. I was made to be a decoration. At least that's what my sire said when he made me. The first hundred years was awful. I was to be lovely and silent, and at night I was to be whatever he wanted. I meant what I said last night to Sands given the opportunity I'd kill him. And third he thinks I made up McLeod. He was a character in a movie? That's hard for me to believe, but the arrogant bastard he probably wrote the script himself. "Did you sleep well?" He's at the door.
I stretch and slide against the satin sheets. "Yes," I open my eyes and sit up, holding the sheet to my body. "A little lonely in this big empty bed." I must look awful and unconsciously my hands rushes up to smooth my hair. I haven't showered yet. He has. His scent is fresh and clean, I still have him on my body. "Can I use your shower?" I ask. I stand before he replies wrapping the sheet around me as they did in the days of the Romans. Before my time. As I approach him I ask, "Is there anything left of my dress? I may have to make a call and have something sent over for me to wear."
Sands : She's pretty cute in the morning. And funny. "If you hem it," I reply. I cannot hide the grin. "I can find something across the street at the boutique, if you'd like. I think I'm intimate with your size by now." Okay, I'm grinning like a stupid bloody idiot now. "I've left towels in the bathroom. After I've dressed, I'll go get you something." She is smiling again. "You choose: pants or dress."
Victoria : He's leaning against the door in that deep Burgundy robe. It suits him well. I wonder if he's nervous about my being here. He's smiling like a Cheshire Cat.
"It's just as well, I never liked that dress anyway." I walk by him in the doorway and run my finger across his chest. He's just offered to purchase me clothes rather than have me call my people. Interesting.
"You'd go shopping for me?!" I exclaim. "I'm impressed." I kiss him lightly on the lips. "But you pick, pants or dress. I'm curious to see what the Vampire Sands chooses for me to put me in." I drop the sheet at his feet and head down the hall to the bathroom.
Black marble and glass. Beautiful, masculine. I turn on the faucet in the shower. Hot water begins to pour out. I call out to him, "Did you have plans for this evening?" I'll just ask. It never hurts to ask. "I have two tickets to that exhibit at the Met." I step into the shower and let the water fall over me for awhile. I can hear a voice inside my head. His disgusting voice! It haunts me. 'You're such a lovely play thing.' I turn my face up and let the hot water run down my face and into my hair. It's like I'm trying to wash Connor away. But he's still there, in the back of my mind taunting me.
I hear another voice now. One I have not heard in 200 years. It's my brother Claude. 'You should have listened to me and you would not have this distasteful Scot chasing after you. You should never have encouraged his advances. Very unseemly for a girl of your position to carry on with some one like that.'
I open my eyes and his voice is gone. "I know, Claude, you were right. All of you were right and I was too stubborn to listen." I reach for the soap and later my hands. I feels so good.
Sands : Consciousness returns. Where the fuck am I? I look around. I'm laying naked on the floor in the library. Slowly it comes back to me. Victoria, crawling around on the leather couch. Veronica bent over the leather couch. I smile. She knows how to show a guy a good time. But where is she?
I get up and wonder how awful I must smell. The bathroom isn't far away. I decide to shower first, hunt for Victoria second.
Making my way to the bathroom, I grab my burgundy silk robe from the closet in my bedroom. Still no Victoria. Then go into the shower and turn it on. Hot water pounds down and I lift my face, enjoying the feel. It sluices away the day old city air. Might as well shampoo while I'm here.
My thoughts keep going back to last night and Victoria. Didn't she say something about not being able to walk today? I laugh. Such a tease.
Victoria: I hear the sound of water running? My eyes flutter, this doesn't smell like my home. Where am I? Oh yes, I smile. Sands I left him on the floor of the library, poor boy he was so tired. I was too, I almost crawled into bed. I think I'll just lay here and wait for him to find me.
Sands: Now that I'm a little more presentable, I towel-dry my hair, trying to ignore the mirrors. It's better when they're steamed up. I hate looking at myself.
I pull on the silk robe - a gift from who was it? - and go looking for Victoria. I find her in the guest bedroom. How apropos. She's in bed with the black satin sheets pulled just high enough to hide her breasts. I know she must be awake.
"How did you sleep?" I ask from the doorway.
Victoria 3: He's out of the shower now. He'll come to me soon. I smile to myself. It was a pleasant evening. I decide to lie still and wait. Just another game, really. There are so many thoughts rushing through my mind. For one, I want to know what he thinks about me? I can be insecure at times. Women of my day were trained to be that way and some habits are hard to break. Secondly, he'll be wondering why I haven't been to the clan house here in New York. I don't like those places. Everyone is standing around judging each other trying to see who they can use to gain position. The old ones are arrogant and the young ones even more so. I'm not a hunter, nor am I a historian. I was made to be a decoration. At least that's what my sire said when he made me. The first hundred years was awful. I was to be lovely and silent, and at night I was to be whatever he wanted. I meant what I said last night to Sands given the opportunity I'd kill him. And third he thinks I made up McLeod. He was a character in a movie? That's hard for me to believe, but the arrogant bastard he probably wrote the script himself. "Did you sleep well?" He's at the door.
I stretch and slide against the satin sheets. "Yes," I open my eyes and sit up, holding the sheet to my body. "A little lonely in this big empty bed." I must look awful and unconsciously my hands rushes up to smooth my hair. I haven't showered yet. He has. His scent is fresh and clean, I still have him on my body. "Can I use your shower?" I ask. I stand before he replies wrapping the sheet around me as they did in the days of the Romans. Before my time. As I approach him I ask, "Is there anything left of my dress? I may have to make a call and have something sent over for me to wear."
Sands : She's pretty cute in the morning. And funny. "If you hem it," I reply. I cannot hide the grin. "I can find something across the street at the boutique, if you'd like. I think I'm intimate with your size by now." Okay, I'm grinning like a stupid bloody idiot now. "I've left towels in the bathroom. After I've dressed, I'll go get you something." She is smiling again. "You choose: pants or dress."
Victoria : He's leaning against the door in that deep Burgundy robe. It suits him well. I wonder if he's nervous about my being here. He's smiling like a Cheshire Cat.
"It's just as well, I never liked that dress anyway." I walk by him in the doorway and run my finger across his chest. He's just offered to purchase me clothes rather than have me call my people. Interesting.
"You'd go shopping for me?!" I exclaim. "I'm impressed." I kiss him lightly on the lips. "But you pick, pants or dress. I'm curious to see what the Vampire Sands chooses for me to put me in." I drop the sheet at his feet and head down the hall to the bathroom.
Black marble and glass. Beautiful, masculine. I turn on the faucet in the shower. Hot water begins to pour out. I call out to him, "Did you have plans for this evening?" I'll just ask. It never hurts to ask. "I have two tickets to that exhibit at the Met." I step into the shower and let the water fall over me for awhile. I can hear a voice inside my head. His disgusting voice! It haunts me. 'You're such a lovely play thing.' I turn my face up and let the hot water run down my face and into my hair. It's like I'm trying to wash Connor away. But he's still there, in the back of my mind taunting me.
I hear another voice now. One I have not heard in 200 years. It's my brother Claude. 'You should have listened to me and you would not have this distasteful Scot chasing after you. You should never have encouraged his advances. Very unseemly for a girl of your position to carry on with some one like that.'
I open my eyes and his voice is gone. "I know, Claude, you were right. All of you were right and I was too stubborn to listen." I reach for the soap and later my hands. I feels so good.