Sands and Victoria Evening 3 part 5 Victoria: I resume a quiet stance and watch him carefully. "Well, where would that be?" I ask. He's dangerous, but he's an excellent lover. I'll have to watch myself around him, my heart is pounding the same way it was in the park. He has a dangerous look in his eye, but he wouldn't really hurt me, would he? "I could go pick up a few bottles if you point me in the right direction?"

Sands: She looks downright edible. I find myself moving closer, my hands sliding around her hips. I kiss the space where her collarbones come together. "You are too sweet," I tell her. I have to kiss her neck. Lick. Nibble. My mouth moves higher. "I bet a kiss with a little tequila on your lips would taste really good." I smile as I look into her eyes. I want her now, but it will be better if I wait.

Victoria: I exhale deeply as his lips press tenderly against my skin. "Yes, " I say breathlessly as my hands rest across his strong shoulders. This is what I like about him, the way he makes me feel. "Well then let's go find some." I lean into his body and kiss his neck at the base of his ear.

Sands: Okay, if she keeps doing that, we're not moving. "Yeah," I mumble. But here we stand, pressing our bodies into one another's. I wonder if she wants to do it right here. The fucking floor is dirty and cold. Maybe on top of the turntables.

My arms slide up her back until I cradle her head with both hands, holding her to me. Her mouth is very talented. Her hands move down from my shoulders to my chest. I've got to lose this coat.

Victoria: I push off and smile. "Let's go find that alcohol." I take a quick step back. "Andre and Ernest will be here shortly. We can resume our activities later." My eyes sparkle with excitement. He'd take me anywhere, and I might let him.

Sands: What do I care if Andre and Ernest should come in? "All right." I look around. "We'll have to go to the other side of the building." I lead her back toward the room's entrance. "Down the hall this way. We'll get to the area below the kitchen. They store things there."

Our shoes make echoing noises on the hard floors. I'm not sure exactly where this is. I haven't been down here for a very long time. The building was smaller then. "There," I follow my ears. We come to an area where three of the thralls are standing and smoking in an short hallway.

"What have we here?" I ask.

They never heard us coming. Pity humans have such poor hearing. They turn around, eyes opening wide. The one with the curly short blond hair answers, as he holds his cigarette down. Like I can't smell it.

"Sorry, sir, we were taking a break." His voice is tight, but he's telling the truth so far.

"You smoke in here?" I ask. "Is it still raining?"

"Yes," the shortest one says. He has hair falling into his eyes and a face that reminds me of a Frenchman I knew once.

"Where's the liquor kept these days?" I wonder who they're enthralled under.

"I'll show you, sir." The blond one speaks up. This time he's meeting my eyes. I get it now. He's the aggressive one.

"Lead on." I look over at Victoria. Does she have anyone enthralled, I wonder. Did that bastard McLoud even explain it to her?

Victoria: They are not vampires. They smell different. I'm surprised that their are humans here, in the clan house. There were never any humans in Baton Rouge. When we are alone I will ask him.

The blond one leads us down another narrow passage way to a small room. Rather like a large pantry. He flips a light switch and speaks, "Can I help you with anything else?" I don't like his tone. Maybe we should just snap his neck.

Sands: I can sense that Victoria is a little excited about something. Maybe she likes to drink. We never drank last night, I remember now. "No. Fuck off," I tell the thrall.

He leave quickly. Someone's trained him well. I turn to Victoria. "What is your choice, m'lady?" I gesture toward the huge selection.

Victoria: Bottles of every shape and size cover one entire wall. "Champange 1756, would be my first choice." I fold my arms gently across my chest. "But being that I'm from down south, anything with rum will be just fine, sugar."

I'm glad he sent that human away, he 's gone now out of ear shot. I follow him about the small room. "Why are there Humans here? I mean really is that safe?"

Sands: I knew it. I turn towards her. "They're thralls. You never had a thrall? You don't know how to enthrall them?"

Victoria: "You mean , to get them to do things for you?" I tilt my head.

Sands: I must look stupid, standing here with my mouth hanging open. "That bastard never taught you how to enthrall, did he? You can take just a little blood, just a taste, and make them want to do whatever you say. After a while, they can almost read your mind.

Victoria: I fold my arms across my chest and look at him pondering what he has said. "Isn't that just a little bit dangerous? They can read you're mind. I don't think I want my food knowing what I'm thinking."

Sands:

I laugh. "We need servants. That's what thralls are good for. They do things for us." I reach behind her and pull out a bottle of rum. "Who do you think goes shopping for us? Or does things we can't do?" She is looking at me with incredulity written all over her face. "What, you think we're invincible?"

Victoria: I walk forward and press my body against his. He's very interesting; the way he sees things. My arms wrap around his waist. "Sometimes, I think some of us are."

Sands: All I can see is her face, those lips. I bend my head to taste those lips, so soft. "When," I kiss the side of her mouth, "you meet that person," I kiss her chin, "then warn me." My kisses trail down her neck as my free hand reaches behind to cup her head. I'm getting hot and cold signals from her, but I'm flexible. Of course, I'd rather throw her down and go for it, but kissing is nice.

Victoria: I tilt my head and shut my eyes, exposing my neck. His kisses are heavenly. A smile spreads across my lips. "I thought I had," I reply softly.

It doesn't look like Andre will be joining us. We have been alone down here for a while. I concentrate, searching the area to see if anyone is near. Everyone seems to be up-stairs. I run my hands down the sides of his hips, my fingers rest in the waist band of his jeans.

Sands: I can't remember if I shut the pantry door when we came in here to hunt down alcohol. Who cares? I settle the bottle of rum on a shelf, clinking it against another bottle. I wrap my other arm around her waist, urging her closer as my mouth reaches the lovely curve between her neck and shoulder. I lick her, then nibble without breaking the skin. My attention is on her hands. I want more. I want her to touch me.

Victoria: This is so dangerous, here in the clan house, below all the others, it's exciting! I moan a little and slide my hands around to the front of this jeans. I pop one of the buttons open and open my eyes. Then I pop the second, and the third. I'm smiling foolishly. I slip my hand and feel for his flesh.

Sands: She must be reading my mind. I press into her with my body, even as my teeth gently break the skin and I take a sip of her. It's mind-shattering, that feeling, the throbbing of her blood, the taste of her in my mouth, the feel of her hands holding me. I want to crawl inside of her. I press her back against the shelf, my arm protecting her from its hardness, then I pull back to look into her eyes. She's alight with mischief and passion.

Victoria: With one hand I stroke the length of him, with the other I reach up into his hair and entangle my fingers within his soft, slightly damp locks. I lean forward and tilt my head to come between his neck and earlobe. I prick him with my teeth and the taste of him rush into my mouth. I stop and pull back to look in his eyes. He has very warm eyes. To Be Continued