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Stalking Babet...
As Estella finished I realized many things:
1. I had forgotten that during the same time as Sophia’s making The Queen decided to grant Xavier’s wish. He was a slimy little spit-fuck but since his transformation he had become loyal to not just The Queen but to Estella as well. He didn’t care much for the sisters but got along fine with Romeo and Damien.
2. Estella felt more for me than she or I knew. This revelation explained a great deal of things. Her reaction when I arrived at Morte’ after our grante’ delicto. Her over-emotion when we are in close proximity, which I have always attributed to her/our nature.
3. That had been the last known cleansing. The Queen is again at play.
Xavier, what can I say? He and I don’t have many dealings other than my deliveries from The Queen; I recall one delivery in particular when I had him shitting his pants. Madliene paid me a personal visit in regards to a rogue vampire new to the area. She entered my haven, scrutinizing every inch.
After I watched her sashay around my haven, I finally spoke, “Majesty, this is not why you’re here, being that your time is the most valuable of all time….”
She interrupted, “You’re right.” she said swirling back to face me, one hand on her hip the other in the air. She and I were face to face, “I have a task that….only you can complete”, and her words drew a hint of wanting.
I wasn’t oblivious to the Queen’s infatuation with me. She makes no secret in her body language when she speaks to me and summoning of me at all hours of the night. Upon my arrival at these hours she is occasionally dressed scandalously and intoxicated.
As I thought, she brushed the back of her hand against my face. I lift my head to her gaze, she was dangerously beautifully devious and at our ages I could understand her wanting.
“Well, do you accept?”
I said nothing, but bowed my head out of her grasp.
“Excellent, I’ll have Xavier get you specifics” she said while turning to leave.
“Majesty” I said, and I stand as she leaves.
Her guard kept watch on me until she was safely in the cage of my elevator, then he too turned to join her. All that remained was her worm of a companion. I sat down as he made his way toward me, slithering closer in his $1,000.00 suit, slicked back blonde hair and reeking of $80.00 cologne. I couldn’t stand him, everything about him was disenchanting. He tossed an envelope at me, not smart.
“His name is Sebastian and he’s become quite an issue for our Queen.” He said shoving both hands in his pockets, “You know what to do.” That arrogant little prick.
He turned on his heels to leave and just as he reached the elevator door I was in front of him instead of the door, my fangs present. “Have a nice evening, Xavier.” I said smiling. He looked visibly shaken at first but quickly gained his composer as if I hadn’t just scared the shit out of him. He smirked and I stepped aside.
I, of course handled Sebastian. He is held prisoner below Morte’.
“Ha!” Estella cried with laughter, “I remember hearing about that when they returned, the Queen didn’t believe you would lash out at him like that, she totally disregarded Xavier. He was livid.” I stared at Estella; she was so incredibly beautiful when she laughed. My gaze lingered and she turned to stare back at me, both knowing that the other was thinking of our little tryst the night before.
The night had grown on and Estella returned to her post as I returned to my duty of peacekeeper. I couldn’t help thinking to myself while the hoards of humans submitted to the mass of vampires this evening, what Sophia is now capable of. More so, I needed to keep a close eye on our Queen.
My skills came naturally to Sophia with some guidance and training. Madliene now had two fierce killers among her ranks; even though Sophia wasn’t pleased at her teacher being me. Among The Queen’s ranks were also the humans. Romeo and Damien I know very little about, it’s said they were orphans. The Queen picked them up along her travels, Romeo in Venice, Italy and Damien in South America somewhere. Both boys were children of the street and had no one who cared for them including the business owners of both countries. Both boys were thieves and good ones.
While in Italy tending to vampire business Madliene came across Romeo, he had been beaten badly for stealing a bottle of wine from the market. He was barely conscious but able to verbally accept The Queen’s proposal and offer her a drink. Damien, with the same affinity for stealing, she picked up in South America right off the street because she thought he was “cute”. The boys who are now men do not possess any power as humans but should the Queen decide to turn them their skills will be most valuable.
After my obligation to the Queen for the night was fulfilled, I made my way to retire to my haven but the draw of the Quarter proved to be too tempting.
Once I reached the area I noticed the Gallery lights were dim in Scarlet Henri and I was slightly perturbed bordering on frustration. I circled the perimeter of the building to find any trace of Babet until above me I heard the faint sound of classical music. Water sloshes and more than a couple of very distinct smells. Not only lavender and rose hips but a scent lost to me over time, but as science has proved, the memories came rushing in.
Tearing the buds from the stem. Discarding the seeds, and rolling the remainder in thin parchment. Or packing the leaves into a pipe of sorts. Ah, the smell of cannabis and the memories of my brothers. The heady tonic fills my senses, compelling me to concentrate enough to levitate.
Hovering just outside the open second story window of the brick building, turquoise blue paint chipping to reveal the previous colors the building had been painted. The small, well lit bathroom, was painted in seafarer blue with a white tile floor; an old style powder room with a single pedestal sink and medicine cabinet mirror hanging directly above. The most surprising feature was the pull-chain toilet and massive overhead tank, standing directly to its left a storage rack littered with all kinds of things; bottles of shampoo, diaper packs, hair care tools and a man’s shaving set.
On the other side of the small room is a claw foot tub, inside is Babet . I had to turn my gaze elsewhere as the monster inside is itching to be released. I take a deep breath regaining my composure and peer once again inside the window directing all my attention on the tub. Babet lay heavily incased in a bubbled mass, only her head arms and shoulders visible among the slowly popping conglomeration, in her right hand the source of my herbal memories.
Smoke from the joint twisting and twirling upward billowing out the window directly into my face and the sweetness is heavenly. She puts the wrapped mechanism to her supple lips, pulls and inhales holding her mouth in an O shape her breasts peek from the bubbles as she does this and tiny circles gather around her nipples.
I am utterly petrified by the savory sight, the creature peeking from his rock as I can’t take my eyes off her voluptuous form. She slowly blows the smoke from her lungs and expels a tiny cough before relaxing against the back of the tub. I am lost, in solitary thought unaware of anything around but her and this smell and…..her.
She takes another hit this time remaining against the back of the tub, no cough this time. I begin to feel the claws and teeth; it’s trying to surface when Babet sits up in the bath to stamp the joint out in a tiny ashtray she placed on the floor. Once the ember at the end extinguished she shifted placing both her hands on the sides of the tub. And here it comes, hauling ass down the forest to spring through my eyes.
Babet pushes herself up, standing in the deep bubbled water, naked, exposed, and vulnerably delicious. The waterfall of bubbles cascaded slowly down her form. I am a multitude of emotions and urges, the beast almost here. The nail in the proverbial coffin and the reason I have to depart as the monster begins to peek through. It thinks of quietly slinking in the window, accosting her from her tiny bathroom, hold her down….. STOP!!!
I force myself to think of literal lavender and rose hips to haul me away from the horrific, but exhilarating thoughts; memories begin flowing back from a different time, I had to shake this. I am brought back to her…and it, she leans to grab a large plastic cup bearing the letters LSU in purple and gold. She dips it into bubble-free water, rinsing the soapiness from her flawless skin. Once her body is free of soapy bubbles, she steps out of the tub.
One soapy foot and then the next, she grabs a towel. Resembling a Native American princess as her dark cherry hair looked black soaked in water and plastered to her breast slightly grazing her puckered nipples. Babet then steps back to the edge of the cast iron basin; arching her back over the tub she gathered her hair in her hands, one over the other to ring the excess moisture.
The water slides from her hair and slaps the bottom of the tub. She moved the towel about her body gathering the tiny droplets that ran from the nape of her neck down and around the plumpness of her breast; descending further to her hips then to her inner thigh as she propped one foot and then the other on the ledge of the tub to dry her legs.
Drop after drop attempted to make the same path as they were wiped dry by her towel. Once her body was dry she took the towel to her hair and began to squeeze the remaining water from it, bending over to wrap it all in a turban on top of her head. Suddenly I snapped from my trance as her cell phone rang a catchy little tune along the lines of ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”.
Naked, aside from the towel on top of her head, she left the modest bathroom; padding into what I assume was her bedroom, taking a call that she didn’t seem to want to answer and as she turned away from me the flur de lis on her ankle is not the only tattoo Babet has etched on her delicate flesh, a line of three runic letters and a zodiac symbol trail down her lower back, B, B, B and the scales indicating she is a Libra.
Her telephone conversation is quick as she pushed the END button on the phone and hurriedly threw the towel off her hair. For a flash I witnessed the most pulchritudinous sight, Babet in all her blessed splendor. Venus incarnate stands naked in front of me and I know my eyes are the darkest blue they have ever been.
Babet then slides on the same pair of paint stained jeans and men’s white undershirt I had seen her in previously.
I could hear her round the corner of the hallway and go down the stairs. I made my way down and to the front of the building as she bent down to grab a pair of flip flops and her keys; she darted toward the back room beyond the gallery and out the back door, jumping into her black Audi A6, reversed down the narrow drive almost hitting her trashcans and sped away.
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1. I had forgotten that during the same time as Sophia’s making The Queen decided to grant Xavier’s wish. He was a slimy little spit-fuck but since his transformation he had become loyal to not just The Queen but to Estella as well. He didn’t care much for the sisters but got along fine with Romeo and Damien.
2. Estella felt more for me than she or I knew. This revelation explained a great deal of things. Her reaction when I arrived at Morte’ after our grante’ delicto. Her over-emotion when we are in close proximity, which I have always attributed to her/our nature.
3. That had been the last known cleansing. The Queen is again at play.
Xavier, what can I say? He and I don’t have many dealings other than my deliveries from The Queen; I recall one delivery in particular when I had him shitting his pants. Madliene paid me a personal visit in regards to a rogue vampire new to the area. She entered my haven, scrutinizing every inch.
After I watched her sashay around my haven, I finally spoke, “Majesty, this is not why you’re here, being that your time is the most valuable of all time….”
She interrupted, “You’re right.” she said swirling back to face me, one hand on her hip the other in the air. She and I were face to face, “I have a task that….only you can complete”, and her words drew a hint of wanting.
I wasn’t oblivious to the Queen’s infatuation with me. She makes no secret in her body language when she speaks to me and summoning of me at all hours of the night. Upon my arrival at these hours she is occasionally dressed scandalously and intoxicated.
As I thought, she brushed the back of her hand against my face. I lift my head to her gaze, she was dangerously beautifully devious and at our ages I could understand her wanting.
“Well, do you accept?”
I said nothing, but bowed my head out of her grasp.
“Excellent, I’ll have Xavier get you specifics” she said while turning to leave.
“Majesty” I said, and I stand as she leaves.
Her guard kept watch on me until she was safely in the cage of my elevator, then he too turned to join her. All that remained was her worm of a companion. I sat down as he made his way toward me, slithering closer in his $1,000.00 suit, slicked back blonde hair and reeking of $80.00 cologne. I couldn’t stand him, everything about him was disenchanting. He tossed an envelope at me, not smart.
“His name is Sebastian and he’s become quite an issue for our Queen.” He said shoving both hands in his pockets, “You know what to do.” That arrogant little prick.
He turned on his heels to leave and just as he reached the elevator door I was in front of him instead of the door, my fangs present. “Have a nice evening, Xavier.” I said smiling. He looked visibly shaken at first but quickly gained his composer as if I hadn’t just scared the shit out of him. He smirked and I stepped aside.
I, of course handled Sebastian. He is held prisoner below Morte’.
“Ha!” Estella cried with laughter, “I remember hearing about that when they returned, the Queen didn’t believe you would lash out at him like that, she totally disregarded Xavier. He was livid.” I stared at Estella; she was so incredibly beautiful when she laughed. My gaze lingered and she turned to stare back at me, both knowing that the other was thinking of our little tryst the night before.
The night had grown on and Estella returned to her post as I returned to my duty of peacekeeper. I couldn’t help thinking to myself while the hoards of humans submitted to the mass of vampires this evening, what Sophia is now capable of. More so, I needed to keep a close eye on our Queen.
My skills came naturally to Sophia with some guidance and training. Madliene now had two fierce killers among her ranks; even though Sophia wasn’t pleased at her teacher being me. Among The Queen’s ranks were also the humans. Romeo and Damien I know very little about, it’s said they were orphans. The Queen picked them up along her travels, Romeo in Venice, Italy and Damien in South America somewhere. Both boys were children of the street and had no one who cared for them including the business owners of both countries. Both boys were thieves and good ones.
While in Italy tending to vampire business Madliene came across Romeo, he had been beaten badly for stealing a bottle of wine from the market. He was barely conscious but able to verbally accept The Queen’s proposal and offer her a drink. Damien, with the same affinity for stealing, she picked up in South America right off the street because she thought he was “cute”. The boys who are now men do not possess any power as humans but should the Queen decide to turn them their skills will be most valuable.
After my obligation to the Queen for the night was fulfilled, I made my way to retire to my haven but the draw of the Quarter proved to be too tempting.
Once I reached the area I noticed the Gallery lights were dim in Scarlet Henri and I was slightly perturbed bordering on frustration. I circled the perimeter of the building to find any trace of Babet until above me I heard the faint sound of classical music. Water sloshes and more than a couple of very distinct smells. Not only lavender and rose hips but a scent lost to me over time, but as science has proved, the memories came rushing in.
Tearing the buds from the stem. Discarding the seeds, and rolling the remainder in thin parchment. Or packing the leaves into a pipe of sorts. Ah, the smell of cannabis and the memories of my brothers. The heady tonic fills my senses, compelling me to concentrate enough to levitate.
Hovering just outside the open second story window of the brick building, turquoise blue paint chipping to reveal the previous colors the building had been painted. The small, well lit bathroom, was painted in seafarer blue with a white tile floor; an old style powder room with a single pedestal sink and medicine cabinet mirror hanging directly above. The most surprising feature was the pull-chain toilet and massive overhead tank, standing directly to its left a storage rack littered with all kinds of things; bottles of shampoo, diaper packs, hair care tools and a man’s shaving set.
On the other side of the small room is a claw foot tub, inside is Babet . I had to turn my gaze elsewhere as the monster inside is itching to be released. I take a deep breath regaining my composure and peer once again inside the window directing all my attention on the tub. Babet lay heavily incased in a bubbled mass, only her head arms and shoulders visible among the slowly popping conglomeration, in her right hand the source of my herbal memories.
Smoke from the joint twisting and twirling upward billowing out the window directly into my face and the sweetness is heavenly. She puts the wrapped mechanism to her supple lips, pulls and inhales holding her mouth in an O shape her breasts peek from the bubbles as she does this and tiny circles gather around her nipples.
I am utterly petrified by the savory sight, the creature peeking from his rock as I can’t take my eyes off her voluptuous form. She slowly blows the smoke from her lungs and expels a tiny cough before relaxing against the back of the tub. I am lost, in solitary thought unaware of anything around but her and this smell and…..her.
She takes another hit this time remaining against the back of the tub, no cough this time. I begin to feel the claws and teeth; it’s trying to surface when Babet sits up in the bath to stamp the joint out in a tiny ashtray she placed on the floor. Once the ember at the end extinguished she shifted placing both her hands on the sides of the tub. And here it comes, hauling ass down the forest to spring through my eyes.
Babet pushes herself up, standing in the deep bubbled water, naked, exposed, and vulnerably delicious. The waterfall of bubbles cascaded slowly down her form. I am a multitude of emotions and urges, the beast almost here. The nail in the proverbial coffin and the reason I have to depart as the monster begins to peek through. It thinks of quietly slinking in the window, accosting her from her tiny bathroom, hold her down….. STOP!!!
I force myself to think of literal lavender and rose hips to haul me away from the horrific, but exhilarating thoughts; memories begin flowing back from a different time, I had to shake this. I am brought back to her…and it, she leans to grab a large plastic cup bearing the letters LSU in purple and gold. She dips it into bubble-free water, rinsing the soapiness from her flawless skin. Once her body is free of soapy bubbles, she steps out of the tub.
One soapy foot and then the next, she grabs a towel. Resembling a Native American princess as her dark cherry hair looked black soaked in water and plastered to her breast slightly grazing her puckered nipples. Babet then steps back to the edge of the cast iron basin; arching her back over the tub she gathered her hair in her hands, one over the other to ring the excess moisture.
The water slides from her hair and slaps the bottom of the tub. She moved the towel about her body gathering the tiny droplets that ran from the nape of her neck down and around the plumpness of her breast; descending further to her hips then to her inner thigh as she propped one foot and then the other on the ledge of the tub to dry her legs.
Drop after drop attempted to make the same path as they were wiped dry by her towel. Once her body was dry she took the towel to her hair and began to squeeze the remaining water from it, bending over to wrap it all in a turban on top of her head. Suddenly I snapped from my trance as her cell phone rang a catchy little tune along the lines of ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”.
Naked, aside from the towel on top of her head, she left the modest bathroom; padding into what I assume was her bedroom, taking a call that she didn’t seem to want to answer and as she turned away from me the flur de lis on her ankle is not the only tattoo Babet has etched on her delicate flesh, a line of three runic letters and a zodiac symbol trail down her lower back, B, B, B and the scales indicating she is a Libra.
Her telephone conversation is quick as she pushed the END button on the phone and hurriedly threw the towel off her hair. For a flash I witnessed the most pulchritudinous sight, Babet in all her blessed splendor. Venus incarnate stands naked in front of me and I know my eyes are the darkest blue they have ever been.
Babet then slides on the same pair of paint stained jeans and men’s white undershirt I had seen her in previously.
I could hear her round the corner of the hallway and go down the stairs. I made my way down and to the front of the building as she bent down to grab a pair of flip flops and her keys; she darted toward the back room beyond the gallery and out the back door, jumping into her black Audi A6, reversed down the narrow drive almost hitting her trashcans and sped away.
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