My Little VentrueChapter 40
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Anger.
Rage.
Every time I thought about my marriage to Jenna that is what I felt. I sat in my home office staring at the computer screen, remembering our anniversary. I was figuring that even though I was ill that maybe I could squeeze a romantic evening out of her one night of the year. Instead it was one single mindless fuck as always.
I felt anger because I felt that she had trapped me. By waiting until we got married to have sex for the first time it was like I was entering into a blind contract. I certainly didn't like what I got on the other side.
Don't get me wrong. Jenna is a wonderful human being. She cooks for me. She cleans for me. She is always out buying things for me. She is one of the only women I know that can go to the mall and come back with more stuff for me than for her. She loves to spoil me.
Sometimes I wonder if I am just being selfish. A successful marriage isn't just about what happens between the sheets. Yet the thought of never again having a blow job or never making passionate love to a woman again creeps into my head and taints my soul.
I went to a yellow pages web site on the computer. I located the search criteria box and clicked inside of it. I typed in Nikki's full name... Nicole Lynn Jenkins. I pressed enter and several Nichole Lynn Jenkins came up on the screen.
I narrowed the search to just Wisconsin, seeing is she stayed in state. There was one that lived up in River Falls, near Minneapolis/St. Paul. My guess was that it wasn't her but I wrote down the information just in case.
I changed the search to Florida. Her mom lived and Florida and I knew the two of them were very close. That search yielded one in Tampa and one in Coral Gables. My bet was on the one in Tampa as that was where her mom lived but I wrote down both anyways.
I picked up the telephone and dialed the number for a private detective I knew. I gave him the details on what I had found out and other details that might be useful in tracking her down. After I hung up the phone with him I sighed deeply, knowing I was on the path to damnation looking for her again. I knew if I found her and she wasn't actually married, which was very possible, that I would make every effort to win her back. I knew that if that happened my marriage to Jenna would be over. I wondered if the price of seeing Nikki again was worth it. Then again, Nikki brought me so much happiness, even when things were at their worst.
I woke up with a stream of sunlight shining square into my face. I felt Nikki curled up next to me, clinging to me tightly. I turned over and watched her sleeping. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful next to me.
I got up from the bed, feeling the chill of room and quickly pulled the drape all the way shut and then climbed back into bed with Nikki. Nikki unconsciously wrapped herself up in me and dozed off again.
The last two weeks had been a whirlwind of fantasy for me. Ever since our first sexual encounter our relationship took off into orbit. The very next day I asked Nikki to move in with me. We pulled the two beds off of the lofts and put them side by side so we basically had a queen sized bed to sleep in every night.
The two of us were having sex every day. Even when she had her period we were fucking like jack rabbits. It just gave us an excuse to not have to use a rubber. Most days we had sex more than once a day. A few days we even skipped classes and spent the entire day just basking in each other and making mad passionate love.
I ran my fingers through Nikki's red locks of curls. I loved her hair. It was so long and silky and thick. Nikki's eyes opened and she smiled when she saw me looking at her.
"Mmmmm... Good morning lover," she cooed.
"Good morning to you too," I replied, giving her a kiss on the nose. "Did you sleep well?"
"I always sleep well when I am in your arms," said Nikki drawing me closer into her.
I felt like the luckiest person alive. I had the most beautiful creature I have ever seen sleeping naked next to me every morning. How much better could life get?
Nikki kissed me tenderly. I could smell the odor of her morning breath and yet it didn't matter. Her kiss was still heavenly.
"You wanna go get breakfast?" said Nikki.
I nodded and then I began kissing down her body.
"I meant at the dining hall you goof!"
"This will be fine, thank you," I said with a mischievous grin and resumed my kissing.
I kissed her lovely, firm breasts, suckling each nipple briefly as I went. I then kissed down her flat stomach, licking the inside of her belly button as I passed it. Nikki moaned as I kissed down to her legs and licked the inside of her thighs. Her aroma was extremely heady, full of her arousal from our previous night's lovemaking.
I carefully teased around her womanhood, making her squirm more and more by the second. She gasped loudly as I drove two fingers into her hot and steamy depths. I slowly finger fucked her and then went for the prize. I took her clit into my mouth and lightly suckled it. Nikki was moaning louder and louder until it became a scream and she tightened her legs around my head. I didn't give up however. I fought her legs and stayed with her as she rode through her orgasm. I lightly teased her clit with my tongue as she convulsed around me.
"OH GOD ROBBY YOU ARE MAKING ME FEEL SO GOOD!" screamed Nikki as I continued my assault on her sex. "UGGGGGGGAAHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH MY GOD!!!"
Nikki began convulsing around me again. Her entire body was trembling around me.
"Fuck me Robby! Fuck me now!"
I reached over to our bedside table and grabbed a condom and took a few seconds to put it on. The entire time Nikki was moaning as she rode out her orgasm. I climbed on top of Nikki and slid into her.
"Fuck me hard Robby!" exclaimed Nikki as I bottomed out inside of her.
"OH YEAH OH YEAH OH YEAH OH YEAH OH MY GOD!" screamed Nikki as I slammed in and out of her. I felt her convulse around me and I went over the edge with her in an earth shattering climax. The two of us locked lips and kissed each other hungrily, each of us wanting to devour the other.
I pulled out of Nikki and the sat on the edge of the bed to remove the condom.
"OH SHIT!" I screamed.
"What? What's wrong?" said Nikki.
I was too scared to speak. I looked down at the broken rubber that ringed my cock. The head of my cock was unprotected by its thin membrane. I had probably just impregnated Nikki.
"Robby? Talk to me. What's wrong?" said Nikki, her voice more urgent.
"Um... Nikki... we have a problem."
"What?"
"I think we may need to get you to the student health center."
Nikki went pale. She knew exactly what I was talking about.
"Niks, the condom broke."
Nikki went into a fit of sobbing. I leaned over and took her into my arms. She clung to me as if her life depended on it.
"I'm so sorry Niks," I said softly, running my fingers through her hair, trying to comfort her.
"It's not your fault," cried Nikki. "I should be on birth control for you."
"Whatever happens Niks, we will go through it together," I said soothingly. Nikki grasped at me tighter.
"I love you Robby," said Nikki in my ear. It was then that I knew I was madly in love with her and that nothing in the world could ever change that.
The sound of the song "Yesterday" in Musak format floated through the waiting room at the student health center adding to the already boring atmosphere. The only things to read were the myriad of health brochures advising against smoking, drinking, and promoting safe sex. If I had only read that last one.
My thoughts turned to my dilemma. If Nikki did become pregnant we would both have to drop out of school and we would be raising a family. I wondered if I could do it. I figured with Nikki all things were possible. I loved her so much.
I picked up a brochure on quitting smoking and looked at all the cartoon figures in the book. I wondered how a book full of cartoons would get someone to quit smoking. I looked up briefly from my engrossing reading material and saw Nikki coming back into the waiting room. She was walking slowly and I could tell she was trying to hold back from crying.
I got up and rushed over to her and took her in my arms. Nikki sobbed into my shoulder for a few minutes. I just held her and ran my hand over her back.
"You don't have to worry about being a daddy," said Nikki. "They gave me this 'morning after' pill. I just took one and I have to take another one later. If I am pregnant right now, these pills will take care of that."
Nikki started crying again. I didn't say a word. I just held her close to me.
"They said I will probably be really sick today so I should just stay in our room," said Nikki. "Oh and I was prescribed the pill. They gave me my first set of pills for free but after that I have to pay for them."
"I will take care of that for you," I said.
"You don't have to do that," said Nikki.
"Really, I will do that. Birth control should be both of our responsibility."
Nikki hugged me tightly.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for being such a wonderful boyfriend."
I took Nikki back to my dorm room and had her lie down. The rest of the day was spent watching TV and comforting her every time she got sick. I even managed to get a little homework done.
I know it sounds strange but after taking care of her that day I fell even deeper in love with her. I was starting to realize that I wanted to take care of her for the rest of my days.
The ringing of the telephone startled me as I broke my concentration on the web project I was working on. I was trying to finish the job under budget for this medical firm in Saint Louis, hoping to gain further business in that market.
"Good morning, Pryce Consulting. This is Rob speaking," I said answering the phone.
"This is Dan Westerfield calling," said the voice on the other end. Dan was my private eye.
"Hi Dan. Any news?"
"She's living in Tampa. That address you gave me was it. She isn't married. Never has been. She works at a Double Tree Hotel as part of their hospitality staff. She also lives with her mother. I am emailing you with the details like her address and phone number and place of employment and such."
"Thank you very much Dan. Put an extra twenty bucks on my bill for the efficient job."
I hung up with Dan and stared at my computer. With the information I had I would be able to track down the woman I never stopped loving over the years. I couldn't believe my luck. She hadn't married. I was a little bit put off by the fact that she was still living with her mom. Her mom was a mean old bat who hated my guts.
Her mother was a serious obstacle to our relationship. We seemed to get over most of our obstacles with ease. We were so in love with one another. We could always talk everything out and then it would be ok again. I suddenly remembered our first fight and how wonderful the make up was.
I was beat after a long weekend with the Reserves. I had just entered my residence hall and was looking forward to a relaxing night with Nikki in my arms. I was only away for her for 48 hours yet I still missed the hell out of her.
I got to my room and heard a lot of talking going on inside. I quickly punched the combination to my room and was greeted by the sight of a party going on in my room. Nikki was there along with my roommate Jimbo and his fiancée Jeanine, Nikki's roommate Trisha, and my neighbor from across the hall, Joe.
"Hi honey, welcome back!" exclaimed Nikki. It was obvious she was well on her way to getting completely drunk.
"Hey Niks," I said hesitantly. "What's going on here?"
"Decided to throw a party for you," slurred Nikki.
"Joe, can I use your room to change?" I said grabbing some civilian clothes to replace the Army fatigues I was wearing.
Joe nodded and got up. We both walked out of my room and headed over to his. He punched in his combination and we both entered the room. He sat down on the couch as I changed my clothes.
"What's the deal with the party, Joe?" I asked as I removed my camouflage blouse.
"Don't know. Nikki banged on my door around three this afternoon wanting to know if I wanted to go to a party to welcome you home from the weekend. You know me and free alcohol. I was there in a jiffy."
"She seems really out if it," I said.
"Well she should be. She's been drinking like a fish since we started at four o-clock."
I finished dressing and the two of us headed back to my room. When I got in, Nikki practically jumped me and gave me a sloppy kiss with plenty of tongue. I broke off the kiss and looked at her square in the eye.
"No more drinking for you tonight," I said.
"I can drink if I want to," said Nikki defiantly. "You can't tell me what to do."
I looked over at Tricia drinking a beer and nearly fell over. "Tricia, I thought you didn't do that kind of stuff."
"I'm not with those loser cultists anymore," said Tricia with a smile.
I returned her smile. "Good for you. I'm so happy I got away from them myself."
She got up and leaned over to my ear. "If I play my cards right, hopefully Joe will take an interest in me."
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~~Beatrice~~ She had to get something to eat first, then she’d show Julias. She’d show up and beat the undead shit out of that piece of shit, stupid shit fuck. Eat first though, definitely. She was drained and tired from shadowing the trio, and there was no way she was going to confront big bad ancillae Julias without a stomach full of blood. She’d tried feeding on some people gently lately, using the darkness and her strength to her advantage. It had worked well enough, and she’d had more...
~~Julias~~ A taxi would not do, not for this. Perhaps it was too ridiculous, too absurd, or just too over-the-top, but Julias took great delight in the magnificent limousine they were in. Other Kindred would arrive in their usual ways, but the Prince expected a certain level of presentation for her ball, and Julias got that. There was something beautifully innocent in the mindless indulgence of expensive vice, jewelry, and wearing someone on your arm. Jack was in the limousine with him,...
~~Natasha~~ She stood there in front of Sándor, frowning, arms folded across her chest, and chewed on the inside of her cheek. Antoinette stood beside her. A thrall was busy cleaning of the prisoner’s body; it was a human body after all, and it did things human bodies did. Pooping, peeing, all the nasty realities of trying to keep a dangerous person prisoner. The horror stories prisoners of war shared were never fun reads. “Still unresponsive,” Antoinette said, sighing. “The mark on his...
~~Jack~~ Her. It was her. No doubt about it. As if someone popped a balloon in his face, snapping out of his memory to the present was loud and painful. That was Susanna’s childe, and Jack’s great grandsire. “In the name of peace,” Antoinette continued, “these three hunters were invited to the ball to be shown that Dolareido, my city, is not as devolved as other cities with a Kindred presence. We are better than our baser desires.” She adopted an evil smile, and looked back to the hunters....
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~~Jack~~ “Oh my god,” Jack said. “Oh ... dear Lord,” Damien said. “Now arriving, Mister Jack Terry, of the Invictus, and champion this evening. With him, Mister Damien Burksen, of the ... Lancea et Sanctum, and champion’s guard,” the ghoul in the tuxedo beside them called out. The crowd turned to them, clapped for a few moments, nodded their hands, and resumed socializing. Somewhere along the line, Antoinette’s invite to the ball, which had included a ‘some skin but not too much’ message,...
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~~Julias~~ A sleeping Kindred is not really sleeping. Instead, they are nearly in torpor, an undead coma. When the sun disappears, they wake in an almost jarring pulse of energy from their dead body jamming vitae through their limbs. Older Kindred, like Julias, had long learned to rise with awareness and efficiency. Younger Kindred like Beatrice rose with a startle, as if someone had injected adrenaline straight into their heart. They had fallen asleep together on his couch when dawn...
~~Beatrice~~ Beatrice had no idea Dolareido had so many dark, hidden corners. “You Carthians. It will never cease to amaze me how much you want to adapt the modern,” Jacob said. “Modern?” The two of them were deep into North Side, and probably near the edge of the city. It was a big city; she’d never been out this far. “That you would take a car, instead of this!” The crazy Nosferatu gave that weird chuckle of his, and jumped. With the old, dark robes he was wearing, he looked like a...
~~Jack~~ “Oh ... god...” He couldn’t cum anymore. Just the thought of another orgasm made his insides ache in pain. No more, his balls cried. We’re dry! The devil and her two imps didn’t seem to agree. Ashley and Julee had both let him drink them, just a little, just enough to spark the arousal in his Kindred body once more, without either of them succumbing to exhaustion for it. And they took advantage. “One more?” Antoinette said, smiling up at him. The Prince was on her back on her...
~~Jack~~ If there was one way he was going to die, it’d be between two dangerous women. Antoinette’s tiger eyes returned, with all the ferocity and rage of when Lucas had crashed her ball. Like a crushing storm, being so near her shook him to his core as the rage poured off of her, buried him in rolling thunder that vibrated his bones and pulled his gut up into his throat. She wasn’t looking at him anymore, thank god; her eyes would have bore holes through his body and couch otherwise. The...
~~Antoinette~~ Oh no. She sat upon the highest floor of her tower, a tower she had built upon what she designated would be Elysium territory, where Kindred-on-Kindred violence was prohibited, where feeding was prohibited, and where discussion was encouraged. To place her tower within its embrace was a choice she had made, a political stance signifying her devotion to peace and cooperation. And within the highest floor, her main office was her place of control, and where she could personify...
~~Damien~~ One of the hunters came out of the shadows. He recognized this one. A woman, short, thick with muscle, and with a shotgun in her hand. “ ... you’re dead,” Damien said. “You were one of the hunters killed in the chaos, in the—” “In Sándor’s chamber, yeah.” She came closer, tilted her head, and showed them her neck. There was a giant scar where an Uratha had torn into her. “How!?” Matt asked, growling as he began to pace. The big guy put himself between the group of them, and the...
~~Beatrice~~ The two vampires jumped up and spun around, looking around in the dark. That voice. She recognized that voice. What the fuck, why was it here? Both of them pulled out their phones and started shining them around, but the catacomb was empty. “You ... you can’t be here,” she said. “No one’s ... no one’s been sacrificed.” Jen stepped in closer to her, and pressed her shoulder to hers, enough for Triss to feel her friend trembling. While Triss was still shaking because her world...
~~Jack~~ It’d been two weeks since the incident. Two weeks since the news broadcasted Jack’s fuck up with the crows. Two weeks since Julias’s death, his mother’s embrace, and the capture of Sándor. Two weeks of futile attempts to understand what had happened to him. He’d stuck with journaling, organizing his thoughts and putting them to words, but it wasn’t working out very well. All he could manage to write were succinct paragraphs that were obviously bitter, cynical, and angry. Sometimes...
~~Antoinette~~ “Does he speak?” “No.” Antoinette sighed as she glared at the bound man. Two thralls were seeing to his body, cleaning and maintaining Sándor so he did not drown in his bodily fluids, or die of starvation. An unfortunate consequence of keeping a prisoner alive was handling the frustrating elements of biology. It was not a process she was unfamiliar with. She kept several prisoners in her tower, after all, emergency sources of blood should she or an ally need them. Dealing...
~~Beatrice~~ Jacob hadn’t been in the cave when she came back with everyone. She was kinda thankful for that. Stressful conversations could wait until another time. Waking up was a strange feeling, and the memories hit her hard. Angela, Jeremiah, Athalia, the fucking twisted curse Jack, the huge gargoyle Sándor, it all came back to her a little faster than she’d have liked. Joy, over knowing Angela was dead, and Jeremiah too. Sadness, about Athalia; not a lot, but enough to make things...
~~Jack~~ “It’s been a long time,” Michael said, and he pushed open the door. Jack, Jessy, and Damien followed. The leader of the Invictus, and the three Right Hands, together, in the home of Viktor Honors, and then later, Julias Mire. A beautiful mansion, very Victorian, with its grand entrance room and big wooden stairway with fancy railings. Hell, there was a chandelier. It was very Viktor. It was very not Jack. Michael stepped over to the stairs, but didn’t go up. Instead, he leaned...
~~Antoinette~~ Veronica, still unconscious, lay in the ritual circle, bathed in the blue light of her chandelier. Antoinette and Elaine both pointed their tablets at her, observing with keen eyes as the humming machine in the background ran through the various wavelengths the devices were programmed to respond to. They started with the same frequency that had detected the remnants of the Strix upon Jack’s person, and moved outward from there. Nothing. Antoinette breathed a sigh of relief,...
~~Antoinette~~ Three months later. She stared down at the corpse, and sighed. Sigh turned to frown. Frown turned into snarl. In her youth, she would have likely elevated to outright rage, and destroyed all in her vicinity. But she had long learned to control her anger, and she quelled it now as she stood, confused and frustrated. Blood seeped out over the lines of the ritual circle, over the dark tile, and around her feet. She stepped about it effortlessly as she motioned to Daniel. “It...
~~Jack~~ “Not long after I sired Viktor, I left him, and disappeared.” Elaine held his eyes, for a while, but eventually she looked down. “I was not proud of abandoning him. I do not think he ever forgave me, even after my return.” The two of them were still on the stairs in his mansion. The stairs were the best place for a conversation, and their magic powers could hopefully disarm an elder vampire. “I wondered about how you could have been his sire, without anyone knowing.” “It was not...
~~Jack~~ Every time he woke up, it was a shock. Julias had said a Kindred doesn’t really sleep, cause how could a corpse sleep? They just become a corpse, and when the sun sets, they un-corpsify. Each and every time, it was like someone jammed adrenaline straight into his heart. He sat up in his bed with a jolt, and could feel the Vitae spike through his system to wake him with its unnatural power. But then it settled. He’d grown more comfortable with his new body, its strange, thinned and...
~~Natasha~~ Nothing was as satisfying as the sensation of keyboard keys giving way to just the right movement of the fingers for flawless typing. Did that make her a geek? She was too old to be a geek. Fifty-years embraced, and another twenty-five kine years on that meant she was older than commercial computers. By a lot. But she picked them up quick. Perhaps it was her lifetime of piano play that drew her to typing. Even as a kine, she found typewriters fascinating. “Yo, Natasha.” Snap...
~~Antoinette~~ The next evening was not a pleasant one. She’d hoped to awaken to news from her thralls of the boy’s whereabouts. She’d awoken to despair. “Why am I not out in those streets, Daniel?” “Because we’re trying to find a needle in a haystack, Annie.” The man stood and watched out over the city along with her, the two of them by the large window in her office, at the top of her Elysium tower. “I am an extra pair of eyes!” “You know that’s not how you find someone in a...
~~Damien~~ Damien looked over at Amanda, and she smiled at him before offering a small wave. She seemed like a kind little creature, dark skin and long black hair. Damien did not care for her sire, Gloria Jenning, who had a far larger mouth for gossip than any Mekhet should have, but Amanda seemed alright. Perhaps a little ditzy, but then, after being around Fiona, ditzy didn’t seem to bother him so much anymore. Ditzy people had the amazing ability to be happy and enjoy themselves. For...
~~Damien~~ He looked at the picture again, then put the phone away. Gulping, he pulled the phone out again, and looked at the picture. She was so beautiful, and fun, and joyful, and overwhelmingly sexual. The frizzy red hair, bouncy and big, her soft face and pale skin, her golden eyes, it was all gorgeous. Of course, she knew she had large breasts, and in classic Dolareido fashion, had no issue using them to get what she wanted; in this case, him. Lucky him. He was damn glad she left her...
~~Antoinette~~ High within her tower, Antoinette perused the latest information she had acquired through her network of spies. Pictures of Terra Den and its enforcers were cropping up, far more than she wished, as were pictures of the various Xnomina thralls and ghouls, moving against them during daylight. Forever a frustration, that a Kindred’s movements and actions were limited to the night, while their far less capable thralls and ghouls could move about freely whenever they desired....
~~Beatrice~~ Everyone left. Sándor was apparently a really, really strong Begotten, to the point he surprised Fiona when he opened a pathway back to the real world without issue. A wave of the gargoyle’s hand, and the darkness in the forest flickered. Fiona, or Vrall or whatever, went through it with her man, and they disappeared, supposedly to arrive near Damien’s apartment so he could take a moment to recoup. Two crows sat on Damien’s shoulders, and several more plus a few rats scurried...
~~Jack~~ Not much longer until sunrise. God, he was starving. Strong as the curse was, it wasn’t invincible, and it’d used a lot of his available vitae to fight that creature. Fought, and won. Don’t forget that. Jack silenced his thoughts as best he could, and waited, but the curse said nothing. Just as Jack had noticed throughout the battle with the azlu, and Sándor’s Horror before that, and the attack on the hospital before that, the curse had trouble maintaining control after expending...
~~Jack~~ ~Are you alright, master?~ Scully asked, perched on a powerline outside. ~I’m fine. Any kine wandering nearby?~ ~No.~ ~Any signs of Michael?~ ~Not yet, ~ Mulder said. The ability to communicate with his familiars over distances psychically was freaky and awesome. Normally Animalism required some sort of visual or auditory contact. But now that Mulder and Scully were his familiars, dead and revived as half vampire creatures, no auditory or visual connection necessary. Full on...
This is a stand alone story involving the Black Djinn, although you do get to see how he works. TALES OF DJINNAR: The Pool of Truest Reflection by Raven John sat in the bar with his close friend, Aleem. The setting was early Friday evening, nearly seven o'clock, and the place was filled with young professional women celebrating the onset of another weekend. Aleem noted his perpetually brooding buddy, and reminded him in his faint Arabic accent, "John? This is called Happy...
~~Julias~~ It didn’t matter how many times Julias stood before the triumvirate, he never felt safe. Viktor was old. Michael and Maria were there as well, and while they were older and stronger than Julias, it was Viktor that made his inner-beast recoil. Sometimes Julias wondered if his sire would try another torpor, before his strength grew to the point that he’d need Kindred blood to survive, and not kine blood. Every time he stood before him, he started to worry more and more about that...
~~Antoinette~~ Her Black Hall had more faces than she’d expected. Wonderful, that meant tensions had lessened between covenants and individuals alike. There would be lasting peace in her city, even if it meant she had to drag the idiots into the peace like kicking, screaming children. She took a moment to look around. Garry, Jacob, Maria, Michael, and Julias up on the balcony. Delightful, all the primogen were there. It was the first time in a long time the primogen had come to a ball of...
~~Jack~~ “I uh, have a girlfriend.” “Oh, damn.” She let go of his shoulder, but shrugged and kept walking. “Glad you told me though. Surprising, given your circumstances. Figured you might have said yes to a date just to get on my good side.” “The thought had occurred to me.” Except suffering Antoinette’s wrath would have been a million times worse than pissing off Clara’s whole pack, let alone just her. “It’s not Natasha is it?” “No.” “That’s good. It’d really make this whole situation...
~~Jack~~ There was still plenty of time before sunrise, and Antoinette felt like pampering him a bit more. To the pool they went, but instead of using the pool, they stepped down into the hot tub. “I’m ... pretty drained, Antoinette,” he said. “Came twice, you know?” She laughed, and reached out to touch his nose as she stepped into the water. “I am sorry, my love, but I know you drank of both my ghouls only a couple hours ago. I suspect you have much sexual energy left for me to feast...
~~Natasha~~ “Something ... h-horrible?” she said. Art stepped forward into the buildings, into the civilian lobby, and sniffed the air. “Monica told us she found out that, apparently Jack managed to bust his way out of here, and kill a few hunters on the way out. I assume you know more. Can you spare us any more details?” What details could she share that she’d read about? Antoinette had her ways, and especially so did Daniel, to get detailed reports about what happened here, more than...
~~Julias~~ “Mister Terry, you’ll be working with Madam Leauvion and Madam Jenning.” The boy raised a brow. “Sire?” “I know you expected to be working with Mister Burksen and Madam Herrington, but ultimately, they have a lot of experience that would be better served working with younger, less experienced Kindred. In your team, your experience is key, and will compensate for Jenning and Leauvion’s lack thereof, while at the same time, Jenning is Mekhet and old enough to provide a quality use...
~~Damien~~ As the night went on, two things were becoming painfully clear. First, that the hunters were either not in the tunnel, or hiding terribly well. Second, that working with Fiona was extremely distracting. It wasn’t that Fiona was too juvenile to focus, or too bubbly to ... not bubble around everywhere, but rather Damien’s own mind not being able to concentrate. She was too attractive. Ever since that date, where they’d both enjoyed a meal together, it’d become impossible to ignore...
~~Beatrice~~ They walked through the cemetery gates, and stepped among the tombstones, a bunch of brainwashed kine behind them. She tried to not show it, but she was a little scared. Not of Jacob and the madness he pursued; that ship had sailed. No, she was afraid of Jack. He’d accidentally hurt these kine, their brains, with how easily he’d dominated. Accidentally performed an act most ancilla Ventrue would have struggled to perform, let alone a neonate, no less. And he wasn’t lying about...
~~Eric~~ They took a trip to a club. Eric was kind of sick of the club scene, working at Bloodlust all the time; not that Bloodlust really counted as a club, more of a night lounge thing. Bloodlust had the music, the low light, and the people, just less of them. To go to a proper nightclub was not how he wanted to spend the night, but Matthew and Arturo assured him it was temporary. They didn’t need to convince the bouncer to let them in. Natasha wrapped them in her Kindred powers, and...
~~Antoinette~~ Jack had seen her. She knew he must have. And yet, he gave chase into the forest, with Beatrice over his shoulders. So committed was he to his plan, to his need for revenge, that he would ignore her approach, the Prince of Dolareido, and his lover, to pursue it. It was not Jack she saw. It was the curse, a relic from ages past, from those infuriating striges and their obsessive need to disrupt the lives of Kindred. The curse. The damned, bloody curse, that crawled into her...
~~Jack~~ “Consider a glass cage, my love, and within, a glowing sphere bounces up and down. The cage holds the sphere perfectly still on the horizontal plane, forcing the sphere to remain locked on its vertical path. It bounces at the speed of light, which, as you know, is the limit matter may travel. No faster. 299,792,458 meters per second.” Jack nodded, eyes wide and engaged as he watched Antoinette. Understanding the world in terms of special relativity was always a troubling mental...
~~Eric~~ Jack, Clara, and Sándor, had taken a very strange route. First, they’d left the mansion, and headed into North Side. Then their trail ended inside an old, abandoned hotel. Not a hotel, but some sort of motel? Hard to tell. According to Jessy, the city went through some gold rushes and job rushes during development at the beginning of the twentieth century, and a lot of people moved to the city for seasonal work, building the subway and whatnot. So some companies set up temporary...
~~Jack~~ He knocked on Damien’s door. Someone very much not Damien opened it. “Fiona,” he said, smiling. “Jack! How are ye, ye bawbag? And who’s this lass?” “Veronica, meet Fiona, Damien’s girlfriend, and ... a paranormal creature.” Both Jack and Veronica were dressed in suits, though Veronica’s was less fancy. It was how Invictus did things. Vampires and their servants were well dressed, but it was obvious who the master was. Fiona, on the other hand, was wearing a white button shirt,...
~~Jack~~ As the two of them sat on his couch in his old apartment, he spared no detail. It wasn’t exactly new information for Elaine; they’d have this conversation already. But it was obvious she wanted more info about the emotional side of the Ripper, about how he thought, how he felt, how the fucker took over Jack and basically became a new person. She wanted the information Jack had kept a little vague, to spare Antoinette. Of course, the Prince likely inferred a lot of it, but that...