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From the depths of a Montmartre alley, hungry yellow eyes reflected the weak lamplight that timidly made its way from the well-ordered streets to the gloomy passage. The owner of the eyes, a beast, one of the four-legged varieties, watched a pair of human forms locked in a desperate embrace; an embrace that the animal in its own bestial way understood would find its end in death and thus provide it with an easy and long overdue meal.
Patiently, the beast awaited the outcome. It listened to the prey's desperate pleas and whimpers and then the predator's savage, triumphant howl. The animal, a predatory beast itself, instinctively responded to the cry of the victor. Its body twitched and its muscles tensed in readiness as the animal sensed the end. A last, whistling exhalation of breath gave evidence of the prey's defeat.
The canine lifted its muzzle into the air, sniffed and reveled in the glorious scent of a fresh kill. The unmistakable tang of copper mixed with salt wafted through the air and swept the unpleasant odor of raw sewage in an open gutter next to the beast to the back of its mind. The heady aroma worked its magic on the animal and triggered an involuntary flood of saliva. The excess juices overflowed its snout, drooled out the corners of its muzzle, trailed through its filthy pelt and hung in dirty rivulets from its jowls. Unable to restrain its hunger a moment longer, the predator-turned-scavenger rose to all four feet and lifted a hesitant paw to take a step forward. It paused when a deep growl sounded from the surviving member of the danse macabre. The hair on the nape of the beast's neck bristled and rose as it completed its step toward the newly made corpse. A sibilant hiss caused the canine to freeze. It turned tail and ran as a pair of glowing red eyes began to swoop down upon the animal. Its pitiful yips and yelps echoed off the filthy walls of the alleyway and gradually faded in the distance as the animal continued to run for its life.
Soon, silence reigned again, except for an occasional slurping or smacking of lips. The sharp crack of a skull against a rough cobble provided the only evidence of the meal's end as the discarded corpse tumbled to the ground. The distinctive clink of iron-heeled pattens tapping along the cobblestones broke the brief silence, their familiar sound made strange by the rapid pace of the wearer. A dark shape exited the alley and turned into the rue.
"Ah! An excellent meal, if I do say so myself," a voice intoned to no one in particular and then giggled. "I wonder if my pale-haired fledgling enjoyed her first meal as much as I enjoyed mine tonight. Well, that is of no consequence other than to act as a distraction. Without guidance from me, her maker, she most likely will not survive her first sunrise.
"The thing that truly piques my curiosity is how many I caught in my net tonight. I feel my ploy probably ensnared both the Persian and that misshapen excuse of an apprentice. I doubt that I fooled Sabratha or Cadmus into running willy-nilly into my lair. And if I did, I believe I would find that most disappointing. I should so adore making them suffer more.
"Hmmm ... here is a thought of interest that just occurred to me, perhaps my child fed well and followed my lead. It certainly would be an interesting turn of events to find that my pale blonde offspring turned Madame Helen. Oooh! The thought alone brings a smile to my face, and I shudder with delight at the thought of all the possibilities that could bring."
The musing ceased and an insane cackle filled the chilly autumn night. The sound of a slamming shutter brought a halt to the manic mirth. The hooded figure halted and gave an irritated hiss at the interruption of its glee. It seemed to consider the offending window for a moment before it continued its stroll along the rue.
"Ah well, whatever the result, I am confident that I lessened their numbers by one at the very least, but more importantly, I am certain that the loss of Helen caused a great division amongst them ... just as I had planned. My only regret is that I had to take Helen instead of Sabratha. My joy would have known no bounds if that bitch had been the one to awaken in my chamber. But, no matter. Either cunt would do to serve my purpose and do she did. Now all is ready for me to proceed with the next step. I must make haste to Avenue Rachel and collect my babies, for the night grows old. Yes! Now, I am off to Avenue Rachel and le Cimetière de Montmartre where my babies await me!"
The shadowy figure extended its arms before it, and, with a thunderous clap of its dark hands, disappeared, leaving only a swirl of black mist in its wake.
An inky bubble of tar oozed from between two loosely fit cobbles. The foul sphere pulsed and grew larger, then popped, collapsing to the ground in a small, shadowy pool. More bubbles expanded and popped, each time leaving a larger and larger mass. Without warning, the dark puddle shot from the paving stones, coalescing into a rough ball hovering above the ground, and then, with a massive pop, transformed into the shape of a human being. Xavier stretched its muscles, rolled its head from side to side and sighed with satisfaction.
Without the slightest hesitation, Xavier turned, and, with mincing steps clinking metallically against the stone cobbles, stepped through the entrance of le Cimetière de Montmartre. It paused just long enough to thrust the hood from its head before it continued along the path with a tomb at its end. To the left and right, a trail led along the outermost edge of the cemetery.
Xavier dropped into a crouch then leapt up, landing on the flat expanse of black marble, sliding along its length and jumping again to sit perched atop the grave's headstone. From that vantage point, it surveyed the cemetery, expressionless eyes sweeping across the place of the dead without so much as a flicker of pleasure or admiration.
However, buried deep inside the creature was a faint memory that stirred and awoke. The spirit of a young girl who lived long ago pushed aside the creature she had become and stepped to the front of their mind, drawn by the beauty of this place. She peered out through the eyes of the beast and gazed in wonder at the sight spread before her eyes. Except for the obvious shapes of the tombs, she could almost mistake the place for a statuary garden. Everywhere she turned were statues or monuments of some kind, each more beautiful than the last. However, as she began to study the individual sculptures, she noticed a preponderance of cherubs in the cemetery. And it was this abundance of cherubs that brought about the girl's retreat, allowing Xavier to reclaim control. For as the girl paused to admire the marble head of a chubby-faced child, she found not the sweet innocence she expected, but cruel eyes and a twisted, leering smile. Repulsed and frightened, the girl fled from the less-than-angelic expression adorning the finely chiseled face and disappeared into the fog of memory whence she had come.
The creature blinked, and eyes that had sparkled with pleasure only moments before now became dull and emotionless. Xavier shook its head as if confused, looked around for a moment, and then shrugged.
"Ah well! Home again, home again, jiggety, jig!" the shape sniggered. "Come to me, my children! It is time for me to fulfill my promise and satisfy your hunger. Réveiller¹! The time of feasting is at hand. Réveiller!"
“Well, it was going to happen sooner or later,” said Jack. “Yes, Lord. The only way you could have possibly prevented this was by taking control of each and every person that Solana and Lansing controlled. Their chief concubine was important, but unless you controlled them all, they would begin slipping from your control and begin acting independently. That is probably what they were able to detect.” Jack sighed. He had taken both Maria Solana and Caroline Hudson to delay the Order’s...
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I felt her lips reach the base of my cock and I gave the back of her head a soft caress followed by a little push. Her lips gently flared out on the base of my hairless shaft and she moaned with my cockhead buried in her throat. I looked down and watched her green eyes as they stayed locked into mine. Crystal had enhanced her eyes the way she usually did when we went out somewhere. She fringed her lashes with lots of that CoverGirl ThickLash mascara that gave her lashes a longer, plush look....
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Hardcore"Ellen will be your very special assistant. She'll be your script girl, check your makeup, help you go over your lines, and keep you on schedule." Crystal smiled at me to be sure I thought I'd be taken care of, "And, of course, she'll keep you warm in bed, and she's promised to remind you that I love you even though I'm six thousand miles away." She laughed at her innuendo abd then whispered, "And I've left instructions that she's supposed to fuck you senseless at least once a...
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Chapter 2 Once Julie had shut the door Paul looked across at Elf. ‘I think they are lesbians’ he whispered to Elf. ‘I hope they are’ replied Elf. ‘I applied to be slave to a lesbian couple’. Paul’s suspicions were now proved. Why had Madame Crystal chosen him? If she was lesbian, she would not want sex with him. She would not be sexually arroused by his slavery……or would she? Maybe that was it. His train of thought was interupted by Elf. ‘Why are you here?’ ‘I put an advert looking for a...
Chapter 2 Once Julie had shut the door Paul looked across at Elf. "I think they are lesbians" he whispered to Elf. "I hope they are" replied Elf. "I applied to be slave to a lesbian couple". Paul's suspicions were now proved. Why had Madame Crystal chosen him? If she was lesbian, she would not want sex with him. She would not be sexually arroused by his slavery......or would she? Maybe that was it. His train of thought was interupted by Elf. "Why are you here?" "I put an advert looking for a...
BDSM“Oh Damn” said a female voice, “Not again!” “Is it snowing again, Crystal?” said another girls’ voice. “Yea” Crystal said. “Another fine day created by mother nature!!! Now I’m stuck here! I’m gonna be late getting home, again! It’s all your fault, Chelsea!!” “ I know, I know. Another day, more snow.” “I’m gonna go upstairs and try to call my parents” Crystal and Chelsea had been best friends ever since their parents had divorced and their mothers had become friends, some 18 years ago. Crystal,...
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"Wherever it is we'll be tomorrow, it won't be Kansas," Crystal announced when she'd returned from the hotel foyer after what was originally intended to be a routine phone call to Kai about the tour itinerary. "And it most certainly won't be Kansas City." "No need for ruby slippers then," said Thelma. "So, if we're not going to Kansas, where are we going?" Andrea asked. "Weren't we supposed to be travelling from there to Chicago, Washington and New Orleans?" "It isn't...
If you were touring America these days and you wanted to contact your manager or, indeed, anyone back in the UK, all you need to do is switch on a laptop or tablet or smart phone and use Skype. And if not Skype exactly, you'd use Viber or exchange e-mails or instant messages. But in the early 1990s, the internet was very slow and ridiculously expensive and most people weren't online anyway. So, when Crystal wanted to contact Madeleine, our agent, to find out how things were doing she had to...
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Both Crystal's and Judy's parents preferred that their daughters be buried rather than cremated so the final moments of the funeral weren't of two coffins sliding inside a furnace and being incinerated. Instead a procession of hearses snaked out of the funeral home and wound through the roads and avenues of Rock Hill to Crystal's final resting place at the Forest Hills Cemetery. I was a mess of sorrow and tears during the whole drive. The brief respite I'd had from my grief by the need...
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Twitter Porn AccountsIn her best-selling biography, Polly Tarantella makes clear that she ranks the most significant days of Crystal Passion’s life as those from when she arrived at JFK airport until her fateful last day on American soil. It’s probably not surprising that an American writer asserts that Crystal’s few weeks in America should be her most important. Although Polly interviewed me for the book and we continue to exchange e-mails, there’s a lot in her account I don’t really recognise. And this is even...
Broken Crystalby AbeCrystal left her job at King Softy about nine. It was a pretty good job, serving soft ice cream, hamburgers, and shakes. In the winter, the owner closed the place and went to Florida. It was late summer, still light , still warm. Crystal was a brown-eyed, dark roots blonde, pretty sexy looking, she thought. She wore her thrift store shoes, short white shorts, and her King Softy tee-shirt, which nicely showed off her boobs. Her fancy Frederick's bra was, she thought, a...
I had already forgotten that Crystal and Annie were supposed to come over to meet me. I was just putting away my cup when there was a very solid knock on the door. Being really careful, I turned on the place in my head and made me not see the door anymore. Outside there was a very big muscular man standing next to a girl in a karate uniform that was holding two plastic grocery bags. I recognized that the girl was either Annie or Crystal, but not which since they both looked so alike. I made...
"You don't really want to know about my sex life or nearly the lack of one." I told her. We had joked about sex as Carol was growing up and had our talk about safe sex, I had let my ex wife do the sex talk with Carol. Carol had asked questions about different things about sex over the years but nothing that was personal. "Dad you are a great looking guy and I wish you would get out more, maybe get laid once in a while." Carol was blushing badly by the time she finished saying...
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Crystal always had me fascinated from a young age. The eldest daughter of Mr and Mrs Clifton nextdoor, she was older than me by about 5-10 years. She was more mature than the rest of us k**s growing up, but still cooler to hang out with than the grown ups when our parents would get together for one of the many neighbourly BBQs on their back deck. We had a close relationship with the Cliftons. I was about 4 or 5 when both our families had moved into the street about the same time.The summer...
In her best-selling biography, Polly Tarantella makes clear that she ranks the most significant days of Crystal Passion's life as those from when she arrived at JFK airport until her fateful last day on American soil. It's probably not surprising that an American writer asserts that Crystal's few weeks in America should be her most important. Although Polly interviewed me for the book and we continue to exchange e-mails, there's a lot in her account I don't really recognise. And this is...
However much I admired Crystal's song-writing skills when I was playing in her band, I didn't really dwell much on the meaning of her lyrics. Certainly not with the intense attention to detail as Polly Tarantella. She quotes from Crystal Passion's lyrics as if it was poetry and uncovered depths of meaning in them that had never occurred to me. I suppose it's natural to think you might glean everything about Crystal's philosophy of life from her lyrics, especially since she never...
It's often assumed that because I've been cast as Crystal's best friend, I'm also the one who knows most about her childhood or at least about her life before she became a musician. That's just not true. Her husband Mark knew Crystal's family far better than I ever did. Mark was never really a close friend. In fact, I regarded him rather more as a rival. Neither Crystal nor Mark were jealous lovers but that wasn't what it was like for me, although I accepted Crystal's sexual...
I had to work second shift which meant all of the other guys from around home had already travelled the three hours to camp at Knob Creek for the machine gun shoot before I even got off of work! When my brother Jimmy called as I headed to my car, I figured he was going to rub that fact in, but instead he asked me if I could swing by his house and pick up a case of ammo he had forgotten to bring. I told him I would bring it in the morning and drove over to get the stuff.Now Jimmy’s wife walked...