Afternoon 3 part 1
Victoria: Looking down on him from the top of the stairs, I'm really quite impressed that he went out shopping for clothing. He's dressed in all denim and looks like a poster boy for Tommy Hillfiger. I dash down the stairs, my bare feet thumping hard all the way. I stop just before him, "What's in the bag?" and I smile.
Sands: "A little something for you. Do you like black?"
Victoria: "A little something?" I tease. "Hopefully a little more than what's left of my dress." I smile playfully. "It is winter you know." I reach for the bag.
Sands: "If you don't like it, we can get something else."
Victoria: He hands me the bag, and I spin around with it, turning my back to him so I can see the garments secretly. "Oh!", I exclaim, pull out the black top. "It's so soft." I rub it with my fingers. "This will feel wonderful against my skin." Then I reach into the bag again. My eyes widen. Black leather pants, in that low hip hugging style. "Very sexy," I purr.
Sands: I am fascinated by how Victoria looks in my robe. She has a beautiful figure, strong shoulders, a slender waist and long legs. I remember what it feels like to have those legs wrapped around me. "Why don't you try them on. I had go guess your size."
Victoria: I turn my head just enough to see him out of the corner of my eye. I put the bag down by my feet and unlace his robe. I turn and offer the blouse to him. "Will you hold this for a moment?" I ask. Then I slip into the leather pants. No underwear, because I haven't got any to put on, just as well, I hate to see the thong strap of the girls who usually wear these things. They fit perfectly, like a second skin. "Good guess," I smile, then I remove the robe and hand it to him, exchanging one item of clothes for another. I slip the black mirco-fiber top over my head and it falls into place. It slips off one shoulder, but that's how it's cut. I scrunch the sleeves a little for a more relaxed look. Then I pull my hair out and over one shoulder. "How do I look?" I question as I give a little spin for effect.
Sands: I cannot help but smile. "Good enough to eat." I step forward, dropping the robe on the carpet. She is smiling back. Even without makeup, she is beautiful.
Victoria: I tilt my head with a smile exposing my neck. "I love the clothes, thank you."
Sands: Moving closer to her, I stand close enough to feel her breath on my face. "I can think of nice ways for you to thank me. Several nice ways."
Victoria: I wrap my hands around his torso and gently squeeze. "Like what?" I ask in a coy manner.
Sands: I bring my hands up to run my fingers through her still-damp hair. "I'm sure you're imaginative."
Victoria: "Yes, I am." I turn my cheek into the palm of his hand and then turn more to kiss that hand slowly. "You have a lovely home." I turn my green eyes on him. "I especially like your library. Did you read them all?" I try to change the subject, after all I just put my new clothes on.
Sands: I tilt my head to the side, studying her, trying to read between the lines. "Sure. Why else would I have them?" She is holding me, but not tightly. It reminds me of my earlier idea. "Later tonight we could go out dancing." I gesture towards the windows. "It's still early, though."
Victoria: A twinkle appears in the corner of my eye. "Dancing, that would be wonderful." I raise up on the balls of my feet and kiss his lips. "I should go to my place and get better shoes. All I have are those strappy heels from last night. They'll look great with this outfit, but might look suspicious considering the weather." Hopefully he won't care. I don't think he wants me to leave. "You could come with me, if you like?"
Sands: Now I'm surprised. She's offering to take me to her home. Talk about interesting women. "Fine." Now I'm sure she hasn't talked to any of those whining old women at the clan house. I can't help but smile more broadly.
Victoria: "Wonderful, when would you like to go?" I ask happily pleased that he has excepted my offer.
Sands: I shrug. "We can go now." Only the very young vamps can't handle sunlight. She's been around as one of us for at least 150 years. I'm sure she is used to moving about in daylight by now. Unless she bought into some of the crap that's floating around out there.
Victoria: "Okay , I'll get my things." I turn to go and then stop. "Have you seen my shoes this morning?" A smirk's on my face.
He points over to a corner near a wall paneled in fine grained pine. I smile back and rush over to collect them. I sit down in a chair and bend over my knees to buckle the delicate straps. Then I pull my hair out of the way to buckle the second strap. I was right they look beautiful with the outfit. But I'll feel better once I'm home and into spike heeled boots and black lacey underwear. My nipples show through the fabric of the blouse. I know he likes it, and I like that he notices. Standing I ask," Where's my coat?"
Sands: "Your fur is in the closet." I tap on the wooden paneling and the closet pops open. I take it out and hold it up. "I think your purse is in the pocket."
Victoria: I turn and slip my arms one by one into the fur. "Thank you," I reply with a smile. "Shall we go? I don't live that far from you actually, we could walk, it's only 10 blocks."
Sands: I nod. "I like the rain."
Victoria: "Oh is it raining?" A surprised look on my face. "I love the rain, another thing we have in common."
He takes me out of his apartment and down to the ground floor. I walk to the sidewalk while he exchanges a few words with that distasteful doorman. I stop and look into the park. Someone's there watching. But who ever it is, is just slightly out of range. I get that strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, this could be trouble, but for whom. Is the person watching me, or Sands. He's quick to join me. "This way I point," as I take his arm, heading up Park Avenue, a light rain beginning to fall. We walk in silence for a while and then I decide to start asking questions. "So, you don't care for clan either?"
Sands: "What makes you say that?" I like walking with her. This is nice. People, despite the rain, look at us as we pass. Victoria must be used to people staring at her. She's got the confidence of a supermodel and the grace of royalty. I ought to know.
"Does it bother you?" I ask. "Or are you used to it?"
She casts me a glance. "Used to it?"
"The way people look at you."
Victoria: "What are you talking about?" I turn my head and look at a man in a three piece suit who passes by. He trips as I glance his way.
Sands: "They're staring at you," I point out. "Well, the men. The women sort of glare."
Victoria: I laugh a little. "I'm sure you get the same reaction." I squeeze his arm.
Sands: "Yeah, the women glare at me a lot, too." I turned my head to smirk in her direction, the wind catching my now damp hair and blowing it across my face. In order to get it out of the way, I jerk my head a little more, and that was when I sensed him. Or her. Another was fairly close by. Enough for me to pick up that familiar frisson of sensation tingling in my spine.
We continue to walk and the presence of the other walks with us. We're being shadowed.
"Stop and look in the window here," I ask her, shoving her to the right towards some shop selling knitwear. I'm on Victoria's left, and as she looks in the window, I turn as if looking directly at her. I'm scanning for the other vampire. With all the people scurrying, heads down, hoods up, hats on, I'll be lucky to spot him. I sense Victoria's confusion.
Victoria is dutifully looking into the window. "You should get a hat," she tells me.
I see someone who may be clan Viscalli. He's ugly enough. Keeping him in sight, I move in closer so I can speak very softly to Victoria. "Do you have any knowledge of the other clans?" It seems like s stupid question, but I'm taking nothing for granted.
"Not really," she casts a brief glance at me. "Why?"
"I think," I explain, "that a Viscalli is after one of us. I sensed him earlier when I came out for your clothes." I touch her arm. "Don't turn around."
"I wouldn't know who he was, anyway," she admits. "I've been estranged from most of our kind's society."
Now I'm really taken aback. I've isolated myself from others of the blood brotherhood too, but not to the point I don't know what's going on with the clans. I always kept at least one contact to feed me intelligence on the politics of the clans. I hope I don't sound to melodramatic as I draw it out for her.
"Victoria, there are friendly clans and enemy clans. Viscalli is enemy. They were founded by Clavius Viscalli around about the time of Julius Caesar. Clavius had a mother who was a Scandinavian slave. His father became one of the very rich of Rome. Clavius looked like his mother, very tall, ash blond hair, ice blue eyes. He had the heart, however, of a true Roman.
"At first, like most of us, he laid low and learned from his sire. But by about 425, in the heart of the Dark Ages, he began to make his moves. He decided he did not like the sort of persons who were being turned into his fellow vampires. He thought vampires were dark and evil, so therefore should look the part. He began turning the ugliest, most gruesome looking creatures he could find.
"Of course, many of them died within days of turning. Killed by other vampires for the most part, but many survived and followed Clavius as if he was their king. Which he was, in fact.
"By 550 Clan Viscalli had moved across northern Europe, into Asia Minor and even North Africa. The clan Abberline sprang from, Hectus, joined forces with like-minded clans to help control the unnatural rate at which the Viscalli clan chose to turn people.
"There were vampire wars across the globe. Eventually, the Viscalli clan consolidated its membership and made turning other more of a ritual, under control of the clan's elders. That's how most clans do it. But they're still the enemy of our clan, of most of what you might call the beautiful clans."
She looked at me then with something between disbelief and confusion.
I cannot help but reach up to move a stray strand of her wet hair out of her face. "Most of the clans prefer to turn only those humans who are pleasing to the eye. Surely you've noticed. I'm sure your sire was a hansom bastard, wasn't he?"
Victoria: Victoria: "Yes, you got that right, he was a handsome bastard."
I like it when Sands touches me. "But Sands, when you say ugly, you mean Bella Lagosi ugly. I saw that film once and laughed in disbelief." I'm a little nervous now, but glad he's here with me.
Sands: "Not comically ugly. More like gruesomely ugly. Here. I'll show you." I put my arms around her, kissing her as I move in front of her, then turn her so she's facing back the way we came. Moving my mouth to her ear I say. "See that guy way back by the bakery? He's got a black leather jacket with silver studs. Very fifties."
Victoria: I look across his shoulder as he whispers in my ear. I spot the one he is speaking of. He's turned though so I can not get a very good look at him. But what I see is terrible to look at. No redeeming qualities, he's not very tall and he is a little round in the middle. He is unshaven. He has a terrible scar running across one eye and down the side of his cheek. His hair is thin and greasy. "Oh," I say a little surprised.
Sands: I can't help but laugh into her hair. "You have led a sheltered existence, Victoria." I keep my hands on her shoulders and move in a circle with her. It's safer for me to keep an eye on this guy. If he's old enough to tolerate sunlight - what little there is of it today - he's old enough to be a threat. Standing so close to her, the rain failing lightly on us, a sense of thrill goes me I haven't felt since Mexico.
Okay, I'm a danger junkie. It's no big secret. That's why I go out on the hunt so often. This little punk against the two of us is no real threat, but I'm keeping my senses open.
"Victoria, my dear, do you think he's following you or me? Be honest with me, sugar, 'cause this is serious when a Viscalli risk's his slimy butt to shadow one of us out here, in the day time, surrounded by humans." I gesture with my head.
Actually, the rain seems to be driving most of the humans inside. It's getting colder. I can smell snow in the air. To be continued.
Victoria: Looking down on him from the top of the stairs, I'm really quite impressed that he went out shopping for clothing. He's dressed in all denim and looks like a poster boy for Tommy Hillfiger. I dash down the stairs, my bare feet thumping hard all the way. I stop just before him, "What's in the bag?" and I smile.
Sands: "A little something for you. Do you like black?"
Victoria: "A little something?" I tease. "Hopefully a little more than what's left of my dress." I smile playfully. "It is winter you know." I reach for the bag.
Sands: "If you don't like it, we can get something else."
Victoria: He hands me the bag, and I spin around with it, turning my back to him so I can see the garments secretly. "Oh!", I exclaim, pull out the black top. "It's so soft." I rub it with my fingers. "This will feel wonderful against my skin." Then I reach into the bag again. My eyes widen. Black leather pants, in that low hip hugging style. "Very sexy," I purr.
Sands: I am fascinated by how Victoria looks in my robe. She has a beautiful figure, strong shoulders, a slender waist and long legs. I remember what it feels like to have those legs wrapped around me. "Why don't you try them on. I had go guess your size."
Victoria: I turn my head just enough to see him out of the corner of my eye. I put the bag down by my feet and unlace his robe. I turn and offer the blouse to him. "Will you hold this for a moment?" I ask. Then I slip into the leather pants. No underwear, because I haven't got any to put on, just as well, I hate to see the thong strap of the girls who usually wear these things. They fit perfectly, like a second skin. "Good guess," I smile, then I remove the robe and hand it to him, exchanging one item of clothes for another. I slip the black mirco-fiber top over my head and it falls into place. It slips off one shoulder, but that's how it's cut. I scrunch the sleeves a little for a more relaxed look. Then I pull my hair out and over one shoulder. "How do I look?" I question as I give a little spin for effect.
Sands: I cannot help but smile. "Good enough to eat." I step forward, dropping the robe on the carpet. She is smiling back. Even without makeup, she is beautiful.
Victoria: I tilt my head with a smile exposing my neck. "I love the clothes, thank you."
Sands: Moving closer to her, I stand close enough to feel her breath on my face. "I can think of nice ways for you to thank me. Several nice ways."
Victoria: I wrap my hands around his torso and gently squeeze. "Like what?" I ask in a coy manner.
Sands: I bring my hands up to run my fingers through her still-damp hair. "I'm sure you're imaginative."
Victoria: "Yes, I am." I turn my cheek into the palm of his hand and then turn more to kiss that hand slowly. "You have a lovely home." I turn my green eyes on him. "I especially like your library. Did you read them all?" I try to change the subject, after all I just put my new clothes on.
Sands: I tilt my head to the side, studying her, trying to read between the lines. "Sure. Why else would I have them?" She is holding me, but not tightly. It reminds me of my earlier idea. "Later tonight we could go out dancing." I gesture towards the windows. "It's still early, though."
Victoria: A twinkle appears in the corner of my eye. "Dancing, that would be wonderful." I raise up on the balls of my feet and kiss his lips. "I should go to my place and get better shoes. All I have are those strappy heels from last night. They'll look great with this outfit, but might look suspicious considering the weather." Hopefully he won't care. I don't think he wants me to leave. "You could come with me, if you like?"
Sands: Now I'm surprised. She's offering to take me to her home. Talk about interesting women. "Fine." Now I'm sure she hasn't talked to any of those whining old women at the clan house. I can't help but smile more broadly.
Victoria: "Wonderful, when would you like to go?" I ask happily pleased that he has excepted my offer.
Sands: I shrug. "We can go now." Only the very young vamps can't handle sunlight. She's been around as one of us for at least 150 years. I'm sure she is used to moving about in daylight by now. Unless she bought into some of the crap that's floating around out there.
Victoria: "Okay , I'll get my things." I turn to go and then stop. "Have you seen my shoes this morning?" A smirk's on my face.
He points over to a corner near a wall paneled in fine grained pine. I smile back and rush over to collect them. I sit down in a chair and bend over my knees to buckle the delicate straps. Then I pull my hair out of the way to buckle the second strap. I was right they look beautiful with the outfit. But I'll feel better once I'm home and into spike heeled boots and black lacey underwear. My nipples show through the fabric of the blouse. I know he likes it, and I like that he notices. Standing I ask," Where's my coat?"
Sands: "Your fur is in the closet." I tap on the wooden paneling and the closet pops open. I take it out and hold it up. "I think your purse is in the pocket."
Victoria: I turn and slip my arms one by one into the fur. "Thank you," I reply with a smile. "Shall we go? I don't live that far from you actually, we could walk, it's only 10 blocks."
Sands: I nod. "I like the rain."
Victoria: "Oh is it raining?" A surprised look on my face. "I love the rain, another thing we have in common."
He takes me out of his apartment and down to the ground floor. I walk to the sidewalk while he exchanges a few words with that distasteful doorman. I stop and look into the park. Someone's there watching. But who ever it is, is just slightly out of range. I get that strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, this could be trouble, but for whom. Is the person watching me, or Sands. He's quick to join me. "This way I point," as I take his arm, heading up Park Avenue, a light rain beginning to fall. We walk in silence for a while and then I decide to start asking questions. "So, you don't care for clan either?"
Sands: "What makes you say that?" I like walking with her. This is nice. People, despite the rain, look at us as we pass. Victoria must be used to people staring at her. She's got the confidence of a supermodel and the grace of royalty. I ought to know.
"Does it bother you?" I ask. "Or are you used to it?"
She casts me a glance. "Used to it?"
"The way people look at you."
Victoria: "What are you talking about?" I turn my head and look at a man in a three piece suit who passes by. He trips as I glance his way.
Sands: "They're staring at you," I point out. "Well, the men. The women sort of glare."
Victoria: I laugh a little. "I'm sure you get the same reaction." I squeeze his arm.
Sands: "Yeah, the women glare at me a lot, too." I turned my head to smirk in her direction, the wind catching my now damp hair and blowing it across my face. In order to get it out of the way, I jerk my head a little more, and that was when I sensed him. Or her. Another was fairly close by. Enough for me to pick up that familiar frisson of sensation tingling in my spine.
We continue to walk and the presence of the other walks with us. We're being shadowed.
"Stop and look in the window here," I ask her, shoving her to the right towards some shop selling knitwear. I'm on Victoria's left, and as she looks in the window, I turn as if looking directly at her. I'm scanning for the other vampire. With all the people scurrying, heads down, hoods up, hats on, I'll be lucky to spot him. I sense Victoria's confusion.
Victoria is dutifully looking into the window. "You should get a hat," she tells me.
I see someone who may be clan Viscalli. He's ugly enough. Keeping him in sight, I move in closer so I can speak very softly to Victoria. "Do you have any knowledge of the other clans?" It seems like s stupid question, but I'm taking nothing for granted.
"Not really," she casts a brief glance at me. "Why?"
"I think," I explain, "that a Viscalli is after one of us. I sensed him earlier when I came out for your clothes." I touch her arm. "Don't turn around."
"I wouldn't know who he was, anyway," she admits. "I've been estranged from most of our kind's society."
Now I'm really taken aback. I've isolated myself from others of the blood brotherhood too, but not to the point I don't know what's going on with the clans. I always kept at least one contact to feed me intelligence on the politics of the clans. I hope I don't sound to melodramatic as I draw it out for her.
"Victoria, there are friendly clans and enemy clans. Viscalli is enemy. They were founded by Clavius Viscalli around about the time of Julius Caesar. Clavius had a mother who was a Scandinavian slave. His father became one of the very rich of Rome. Clavius looked like his mother, very tall, ash blond hair, ice blue eyes. He had the heart, however, of a true Roman.
"At first, like most of us, he laid low and learned from his sire. But by about 425, in the heart of the Dark Ages, he began to make his moves. He decided he did not like the sort of persons who were being turned into his fellow vampires. He thought vampires were dark and evil, so therefore should look the part. He began turning the ugliest, most gruesome looking creatures he could find.
"Of course, many of them died within days of turning. Killed by other vampires for the most part, but many survived and followed Clavius as if he was their king. Which he was, in fact.
"By 550 Clan Viscalli had moved across northern Europe, into Asia Minor and even North Africa. The clan Abberline sprang from, Hectus, joined forces with like-minded clans to help control the unnatural rate at which the Viscalli clan chose to turn people.
"There were vampire wars across the globe. Eventually, the Viscalli clan consolidated its membership and made turning other more of a ritual, under control of the clan's elders. That's how most clans do it. But they're still the enemy of our clan, of most of what you might call the beautiful clans."
She looked at me then with something between disbelief and confusion.
I cannot help but reach up to move a stray strand of her wet hair out of her face. "Most of the clans prefer to turn only those humans who are pleasing to the eye. Surely you've noticed. I'm sure your sire was a hansom bastard, wasn't he?"
Victoria: Victoria: "Yes, you got that right, he was a handsome bastard."
I like it when Sands touches me. "But Sands, when you say ugly, you mean Bella Lagosi ugly. I saw that film once and laughed in disbelief." I'm a little nervous now, but glad he's here with me.
Sands: "Not comically ugly. More like gruesomely ugly. Here. I'll show you." I put my arms around her, kissing her as I move in front of her, then turn her so she's facing back the way we came. Moving my mouth to her ear I say. "See that guy way back by the bakery? He's got a black leather jacket with silver studs. Very fifties."
Victoria: I look across his shoulder as he whispers in my ear. I spot the one he is speaking of. He's turned though so I can not get a very good look at him. But what I see is terrible to look at. No redeeming qualities, he's not very tall and he is a little round in the middle. He is unshaven. He has a terrible scar running across one eye and down the side of his cheek. His hair is thin and greasy. "Oh," I say a little surprised.
Sands: I can't help but laugh into her hair. "You have led a sheltered existence, Victoria." I keep my hands on her shoulders and move in a circle with her. It's safer for me to keep an eye on this guy. If he's old enough to tolerate sunlight - what little there is of it today - he's old enough to be a threat. Standing so close to her, the rain failing lightly on us, a sense of thrill goes me I haven't felt since Mexico.
Okay, I'm a danger junkie. It's no big secret. That's why I go out on the hunt so often. This little punk against the two of us is no real threat, but I'm keeping my senses open.
"Victoria, my dear, do you think he's following you or me? Be honest with me, sugar, 'cause this is serious when a Viscalli risk's his slimy butt to shadow one of us out here, in the day time, surrounded by humans." I gesture with my head.
Actually, the rain seems to be driving most of the humans inside. It's getting colder. I can smell snow in the air. To be continued.