Chapter 17 of Skylla's story (Bela's version)
10:31 Jul 29 2006
Times Read: 727
There I was, standing on the platform of the railway station. Suitcase in hand I looked around for the exit, or.. in this country they called it "Sortie".
Gawd how I missed the days of old. In today's world there was much noise and commotion, as compared to centuries gone past, however the benefits of which greatly surpass the annoyances.
I stroll along the platform, noticing the smell of tar from the railway ties and start to drift of in a semi-daydream of when I was 18 in Germany. Oh how I loved that smell, it always reminded me of home, no matter where in the world I was.
"Excusé-moi, monsieur!", a voice came from out of nowhere, "Quelle voie me porte au Notre-notre-Dame?"
I had to beg for pardon, as the accent on this fellow made him distinctly a tourist. I had the thirst in me, yet I didn't want to spoil this man's vacation plans. I old him to take the tracks on the opposite side until it reaches Rue Monge, where he then was to head north a few blocks and he'd be right there, couldn't miss it.
Of course, I was sure he'd ask someone else and they'd misunderstand and send him to the other side of Paris. My train of thought broke and I watched him standing waiting for th e next train Ouest. He waived in thanks at me as I made my first step down the stairs that said "Sortie". I nodded in acknowledgement and continued my descent to street level.
I decided against walking, even tho I hated modern transportation. I hailed a taxi and headed to a familiar park I knew. The drive took a little longer than I had anticipated, due to a small traffic accident, but I was in no hurry to go anywhere. I had all the time in the world, and my business trip allowed me an extra week to go sight-seeing. I removed my cloak and laid it on the empty seat next to me and slid down a bit and just took in the bustle of the folks out the fingerprint-smudged window.
I finally arrived at the park, I paid the driver, grabbed my cloak and baggage and stepped out. The sun was about to set and the air was starting to cool. I threw my cloak over and tied it around my chest, and sat on a bench. I sat there for a good hour, watching all sorts of interesting people walk by. Heavy Metallers clad mostly in leather, Punks with their colour spiked hair, safety-pins in their nose and military boots, average people and even a few nuns who looked a little terrified when I picked at my fang as they glanced over. I chuckled to myself, as I love to freak certain people out, because I know I can.
As a rather attractive prostitute passed, she winked at me. I could smell her gender - she was female. See in parts of France you have to really be careful, as some of these ladies-of-the-night are actually men with a kink for dressing as women. My nose was working perfectly, lucky me. I nodded to her and stood up. She walked over to me and ran her hand over my chest and I could smell her sweet blood, which even her way-too-strong perfume almost completely masked. This one was drug free - I almost started to drool in front of her, but managed to silently slurp it back. A drug-free prostitute in Paris in the 80's was a rare thing.
"Quel est votre nom ?" I asked politely. "J'm'appelle Bela!" She told me her name was Mylène. I smiled trying not to expose my fangs to her -- don't wish to scare her off -- I liked that name. I continued in the best French I could, telling her the things she wanted to hear. She told me price could be discussed afterwards. She was obviously new or doing this, this once for a little extra cash to pay bills or something. So I asked her if she'd like to accompany me for a drink in the nearby café that caught the corner of my eye off in the dark distance.
We strolled arm in arm, with her giggling at every line I said. I was basically wooing her. She had an innocence in her eye and it pleased me and I didn't want to hurt her or kill her. I would merely quench my thirst and let her go.
As we neared the café, I passed an alleyway, one that was just right and private enough to feast in. I stopped and pulled on my companion's arm. She almost fell back, but I held her upright. I motioned for her to follow me in -- she complied. The clicks of her heels echoed in the alley as we stepped behind a few boxes and began to kiss.
My hands felt the contour of her slender back. This one didn't have much meat on her... guess I might be right that she's trying to get money for food. I kissed her and slid my hand up her back towards her neck. Her up-do made her neck look so radiant and almost fluorescent in the moonlight. I could see the vein, but I held back. I first made myself promise NOT to kill this one. "Just enough," I told myself, "then let her go!" I stopped her, and surprised, she asked me what was wrong. I flashed 200 francs at her and she said she wasn't asking that much, that a 20 would be enough. I made her take the 200 and she had this huge grin on her face. We continued our kissing and fondling, and soon enough I decided the time was ripe. I used my mind-gift and entranced her into my control. My lips brushed up and down her soft pale neck, and when I sensed her vein, I bit in and began to drink.
She was so delicious. I wanted more. I kept drinking. The untainted sweetness of her blood drove me into a frenzy that began to hypnotize me. I could feel her memories flood my mind as we were momentarily symbiotically connected. I was her birth and then childhood, saw her in school, saw her in church being a good girl. I witnessed her watching her father as he passed away in an automobile accident. I found the answer I was seeking -- because of the accident, her mom had a tough time making ends meet and she was helping support her widowed mom. I had seen enough, it was breaking my heart, and it was then that I came to my senses and forced myself to stop. She needed to get back home.
I reached into my pockets and pulled out the 200 francs and offered it to her... she, still in a daze, waved it away. I asked her for one last embrace and she complied once more. "Obedient little thing," I thought "Pitty I have to let her go." I then embraced her and slipped the 200 francs into her skirt-elastic, as I passionately kissed her nice and deep try my best to conceal what I was trying to do. When I was done, I leaned Mylène against the wall made sure she looked alright, bid her adieu, picked up my baggage and was off.
I stepped out of the alley and walked up the sidewalk. A car with rather loud 80's music sped past, I just shook my head, they always drove crazy in Paris. I passed the café I noticed earlier and peered in as I strolled past. I suddenly had an odd feeling. Something I hadn't felt in quite a while. It was an odd feeling, yet it felt awfully familiar. So I made up my mind and headed in the door.
The room smelled bad of cigarettes, but near the back there was a space of fresher air due to the open windows. I chose a table by the window overlooking a neighbouring graveyard -- how lucky they are, I thought.
A male server approached me and asked what I wanted. In French I told him to get me some cranberry juice and a place of pasta -- any pasta, I wasn't picky. I had found that I could eat human food as well as drink blood. Unlike the silly Hollywood productions which portrayed us kindred as pure haemavours, I actually could take solid foods.
After about an hour I had finished my meal and was sitting there doing my usual people-watching thing that I do so well. I took another sip of my half-full glass of cranberry juice as then I noticed a rather strikingly beautiful woman sitting just a couple tables over. She had an air of mystery about her, I could sense it. Then suddenly that feeling again.... only this time is was stronger. I thought to myself, could it be? This gorgeous young lady... could she be... be one of my kind? A kindred? She glanced around the room as if noting every detail around her. Eventually her gaze landed upon me and stopped. I smiled and raised a glass in toast to her beauty. She smiled in a totally obvious bashful way and quickly looked away, which caused me to almost get an erection. I noticed her observe me, her eyelashes covering her curious glances at me.
My curiosity got the better of me and I made my move. I walked casually over to her table, glass in hand, trying not blow my relaxed composure, which was almost impossible to keep . She sipped on her drink calmly indicating she was in no hurry to be anywhere. I watched her place the glass down on the table, neatly upon the bière mat and focus her gaze out the window.
As I approached her, she seemed to ignore me for a moment. I continued my gaze at her loveliness. Eventually she looked up at me with a big bright smile which so few French women have. I began to speak, but she held up her hand. She told me she was an American and I needn't continue in French. Did she know I wasn't French? Could she sense that in me? I was full of questions, which I knew wouldn't be answered tonight. "It's okay, I can speak English too," I countered with a laugh.
"Wonderful !" she beamed. Her eyes reflecting the café lighting, making them seem to sparkle.
I pointed at the empty chair across from her and asked if I could sit, and she accepted, batting those sexy eyelashes like so many American women do. And so I sat down, throwing my cloak over the back, placing my glass on the table. I sat my elbows on the table, linking my fingers as I so commonly do when meeting new people -- or familiar blood. She continued telling me how much of a delight it would be for me to join her. All I could do was gaze as her radiant beauty.
I burst out of my "bubble d'amour" and rested my chin on my fingers, and asked her, "May I be so bold as to ask your name?" She glanced back at me, and without looking away from my gaze, grasped the glass of wine and too another sip. She licked her lips, sat the glass back down, inhaled, and remarked: "I'm Skylla, you?"
I smiled and said, "You make call me, Bela."
Skylla nodded and smiled. We talked for what seemed like hours. I was impressed how well she could hold a conversation. I swear she could be an author or journalist or something to do with writing. I admired her ability to tell a story and talked about everything under the sun. I ordered a refill for my glass. She seemed to be very wise and educated about the world. I ordered another refill. She had me drawn in and fascinated... I didn't want it to end.
Eventually the crowded café became less and less packed and soon Skylla asked me to join her for a little stroll. I got up, offered her my hand and she took it and stood. I still believed in the social niceties of days past.
We walked along the sidewalk and talked about Paris, what brought us there and of the best places to see some beauty.
I carried my baggage in one hand and with my other I raise my hand to my chest and she took the crook of my arm and leaned against me. All I could do was smile at her, my goodness she was a lovely one, we walked quite a ways without saying a word, just enjoying her closeness, feeling her connection. I did noticed she hadn't realized what I was. She must have been young, perhaps only a mere few centuries old. Her senses were not as keen as mine where... being over 7000 you learn to master your senses. I had to be careful. At a young age like hers, she was liable to do things unexpected. We continued walking in silence.
I finally got up the never to stop and ask her where she was going to stay. I cleared my throat and spoke. "Where are you staying, Skylla?"
She looked up at me and smiled... "In the country! Where are you?
I told her. "l'hôtel d'Avignion... it's just around the next bend." That is when she kissed me. And did she ever... it was quite passionate as well. I was slightly startled, but it was to be expected by such a young feisty kindred. My lips pressed harder against hers, as I matched her intensity. She pulled back, our lips parting made a smack and she gazed lovingly into my eyes. A few seconds, which seemed like years, later, she agreeably said, "Ok, let's go to your room!"
I blushed as I didn't expect her to be so willing, but I managed to sound confident enough, "If that's what you wish."
We walked on in silence together, me in my daze... I must be in love or something. I never get this way...
Without warning I was pushed into an alleyway, the look of surprise caused her to hold back her laughing smile, I could sense she was up to no good, but was too taken aback to react. Once more she shoved me, my back hit the brick wall. I could hear the coarseness scratching against my cape.
"Skylla...?" I asked. Before I could continue she told me in a whisper to hush, and proceeded to open my shirt and run her hands all over my chest. Her tongue tickled my neck and shoulders, she was obviously very randy and wanted sex. A few moments later she moaned, and I was about to speak, but she covered my mouth with her hand quite firmly. I tried to move about, but the excitement of it all was just to exhilarating to stifle. She told me to be still and continued. She paused for a brief moment and asked me if I was afraid of her, to which I shook my head side to side. She removed her hand finally, and I could breathe again and I finally exclaimed to her that she had taken my by surprise. I slid down the wall a bit from the sudden excitement, that is when she came back and lowered her lips to mine and began smooching me some more.
I was thinking if anyone caught us here, it would be mighty embarrassing. But her persistent attention drew me back to her and what she was doing to me -- she unzipped my pants. Oh my gawd, she was getting into my pants. I backed away and narrowed my eyes. I didn't expect this... yet I didn't want it to stop either. I looked away and as I turned my attention back to her, she lifted up her dress, exposing her sweet sex. She stepped forward and then grabbed my arm and made me touch her warm moistness beneath her reddish brown curls. I gasped, but it sounded more like a groan, as I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. She placed her arms around my neck and I place mine under her rather well toned thighs and lifted her up. My erection was rock hard and I placed her on it very carefully and I began to move in the usual rhythmic motions in and out of her. I started out slow, then gradually increased my speed to her moaning and groaning. As she moaned ever so wantingly, I placed her against the wall. I believe I did it a bit too harshly as I could here her moan change pitch slightly from the force.
Our bodied building up sweat, reached up and loosened her hair and let it fall. I love women with long hair, but when they wear it up it is just as nice.. Oh how beautiful this one was, and to fuck in the night in an alley was a major thrill and turn on for me -- I didn't want this to stop. I ran my hand through her hair. It was soft and smelled fruity -- I like fruity smelling shampoo.
I winced as her fingernails dug into my shoulders. She leaned her face forward and started kissing my neck. I could feel her hot breath tingling my skin as it was cooled by the chilly night air, she seems to want me bad, and I wasn't about to say 'no' or 'stop'. I wanted her too. Badly!!! It was then... oh my lord, she bit into me. A feeling of ecstasy rushed through me like an ocean wave splashing through a rocky shore. I could feel her body quiver with excitement, as I reached up under her dress to cup her breast and feel her pert nipple. I gave it a squeeze and a slight twist. I could hear her squeal with delight, the blood muffling all sound from her.
My heart rate began to slow and I realized she was taking too much of my blood. I was powerless though... it felt so damn good. She kept drinking from me. I could feel her tightened the muscles of her sex - she sure practised Kegel... good girl, I thought, fighting for consciousness, still drunk from her bite.
We were panting like animals... our breaths were like miniature volcanoes against the street lights, releasing much steam into the air from their moist innards.
My last moments in that alley that I recall are of me spilling my seed inside her. Her shaking and bucking from her own major orgasm. The rest seemed like a dream to me, as she kissed my cheek. Telling me to hushhhhhh. I don't remember why.
I faded into a dream. In the dream someone was trying to make me kiss their wrist. But I thought it was silly, so I didn't. I resisted.
The next thing I remember was seeing someone else by my side. Some I didn't know... they were looking at me close up... and I remember them saying: "J'appellerai la police". But I didn't care, I knew what I needed. I wanted blood... I needed blood. So I raised my arms, pulled them close... and sunk in my teeth. I had no choice but to drink them dry. I gathered my things and left the area. Skylla was nowhere to be found. I was saddened.
I t was almost morning and I entered my hotel room and and washed up, showered and put on a fresh set of clothes. My cloak was ruined, a hole was torn in it by the bricks from the alley. I decided to lay down and nap for a while and rejuvenate myself -- let the blood work its magic, so to speak.
When I awoke, it was almost noon and they were starting to clean the neighbouring rooms. I could hear the sound of vacuums and the maids bitching and moaning about the mess the people in there left for them, condoms underwear... sex toys... the whole works. I decided to get my stuff together and go.
I made my way through the crowded streets and caught a ride from a friendly gentleman who was heading to the country. I couldn't resist, Skylla said she was from there and how wonderful it was... so I had to check it out.
Little did I expect what I would find there...
A moment in the forest
05:30 Jul 25 2006
Times Read: 736
A bird fluttered past as Jens and Skylla stood motionless atop a green grassy mound on the edge of the forest. Before them, lay a rather large clearing, filled with a slight mist, under which lay something which couldn't be see, since a large fallen moss covered tree lay in their field of view.
The air was cool yet comfortable, and the sky had a few clouds. The sun was about an hour away from setting, and so the shadows were long. The clearing was already darkened, no longer bathed in the warm orangish hue from moments earlier.
Skylla stepped forward, admiring the view, as Jens stood a few steps behind her to her left.
"Come look at the view, Jens", Skylla announced, not taking her eyes off the wonderous beauty before her. Jens moved closer, taking his mistress' hand which she so invitingly held out for him. With his left hand he held Skylla's hand, while placing his right around her waist and lovingly placing his chin on Skylla's shoulder. The two of them stood there for a while, enjoying their closeness, admiring the beauty around them, and sensing each other's heartbeats.
"I wonder what's behind that fallen tree?", asked Jens, kind of worried for breaking the tranquil silence.
"I dunno, " Skylla replied, "do you want to go look?"
"Yeah, you know how curious I am!", said Jens back in an upbeat tone.
Jens switched hands with Skylla and carefully they made their way around some brush and broken branches, crushed by the huge tree, and found a way up onto the huge log. There in front of them was a wonderful surprise. It was Nianna. She was swimming in the small lake, and hadn't noticed them.
"Let's surprise her!" suggested Jens, to which Skylla merely grinned and nodded.
The two of them jumped from the tree and snuck around to where Nianna had hung her clothes neatly upon the stump of a tree which looked as if beavers had been in the area.
To be continued... a work still in progress.
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