Banshee

[Maid of Marvels]

Zoya

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Zoya.jpg
Staring into Ramon's eyes, I lift my hand and circle his glistening cock with my fingers even as my free hand tangles in the hair of the girl who is giving me so much pleasure with her tongue, pulling her mouth closer. "Mmmm... nice," I purr to both of them as my eyes close and my lips part to take Ramon's cock into my mouth, tasting... Tasting... My eyes pop back open as realization hits me.

"What have you done!" I shout at Ramon, releasing him. Lucy lifts her head and looks at me questioningly but I coo... "Not you, sweet. You are doing just... fine." As she lowers her head back down to my pussy, I send a tendril of thought to the girl, causing her to sleep. Sleep and forget.

Pushing the redhead carelessly aside, I stand and walk over to the empty shell of the girl laying face down on the bed, all life force drained from her. My eyes darken as I turn to glare at Ramon, my voice low and dangerous like a lioness growling.

"Have you forgotten the pravilã? What were you thinking? No, don't answer. You were not thinking!"

"Zoya, I... " he begins and I stop him immediately with a look.

"Get dressed. And dress her, too." I indicate the snoring form curled up on the bed with a tip of my chin. "We must dispose of this before someone misses her and comes looking here.

Straightening my clothes, I turn to leave the room talking to Ramon over my shoulder. "I am going downstairs. It's almost closing time. Meet me there when you are finished."

 

[nightray]

Ramon

I look down at the dead girl anger at her frailty filling my mined. I move to the sleeping girl putting her close back on. I then wake her leaving her in a trance. I have her fallow me down to the dance floor and I send her in. As she walks out her eyes clear and she blinks thinking that she should remember something and wondering why she fells like she just had the most intense orgasm of her life. She shakes her head clearing it before she goes back to dancing.

I walk back up to my room looking at the husk laying where I left her my cum still drooling out of her lifeless cunt. I frown as I pick her and her close up caring them out the back door I walk across the deserted town to a large fire pit I’m not warred about any one seeing me as these place wrecks of burnet garbage. I look in to the pit a smile coming to my lips as I see the flames are still going bright and hot. I toss the lifeless body in with her close and watch as she begins to burn in the hottest part of the fire.

I then tern back to the club walking quietly making sheer no one sees me coming. I walk in the back door sending a mental message to Zoya saying it’s taken care of sexy I’ll be up in my room when you want me.

 

[truthpurveyor]

Talon

"Thanks Carl, I rise early, an old habit that I can't break...You wouldn't happen to have a taste for strong coffee in the A.M., would ya?"

The door glided quietly shut and locked with a click as I surveyed the room...It was cleaner than most of the countless others I had stayed in, yet carried the same leftover feelings...

There was no need to unpack...only undress and I was quickly into bed...alone with my thoughts of past and present...


Thoughts that invaded my dreams as I drifted off to sleep...memories of a dying father, telling me of the future I could no longer put off and the responsiblities that were handed down to me...Nightmares of countless unnamed bodies, aged beyond thier normal years...and thier faces contorted in an unwanted death...And finally the lonliness of always looking for the ones that were left...the ones that needed to be stopped, at any cost...

Sitting up in bed, I tossed the covers off and walked to the window and watched....watching the sun slowly creep up and take back the earth the night had lost it's claim to...

"Time to meet "THE ONE" Zoya" I promised her out loud as I finished my shower and dressed..."And for us to end this charade"

 

[PmTick]

Carl

I left Talon in his room. Who the hell names their kid Talon? Stupid hippie ravers. I sat behind the desk, fumbleing through the newspaper from two days ago. What the hell happened to my fucking bellhop? When I see him I'm gonna make him scrub every toilet twice!

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Zoya

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Zoya.jpg
Ramon slept contentedly, his hand cupping my breast and his leg draped over me as the morning star began to rise in the sky. I stretched languidly, and kissed the top of his head.

"Mmmm... Where you going?" Ramon murmured sleepily, his fingers toying with my nipple as he pressed his erection against me.

"Insatiable," I whispered, unsure whether I meant him or myself as Ramon slid deftly between my legs, raising them over his shoulders. Positioning himself at my entrance, he thrust into me without another word.

He fucked me hard and fast. Long deliberate strokes that showed me he was there for my immediate pleasure as much as for his own. I locked my legs around him and met his every thrust. This was a lustful joining and we both sought rapid release to our mounting needs.

 

[nightray]

Ramon

I growl with the plesher of her inner walls griping my throbbing cock as I move in and out of her building up speed and strength as my urgency becomes over powering. I look down in to her eyes mine shining with the lust that I feel for her. I lean down kissing her deeply my tong sliding in to her mouth exploring it resoling with her tong. I straiten up pushing her lags down beside her ears as I start to slam in to her with urgent grunts of lust. I feel sweet begin to form on my chest and face as I feel my balls begin to tighten with my eminent rallies.

I take one last powerful thrust in to her grinding in to her cunt as I feel my balls spasm sending large spurts of my seed deep in to her. I let out a cry of ecstasy as I feel the all most painful spasms of my cock berried deep in side of her worm cunt. I shiver as I feel her inner walls spasm wildly around my throbbing cock with her on orgasm. I fatly hear her cry out threw my haze of ecstasy.

As I finely com down form the hits of plesher I role off of her groaning as I feel my semi hard cock slide out of her warmth in to the cooler air of the room. I look at her panting saying you’re the only one how can make my com like that. I smile evilly as I pole her close kissing her deeply. I let my head rest on a pillow as Zoya reluctantly gets up to take a shower. I smile as I watch her ass sway as she walks to the bathroom for her shower. I say would you like company my sweet morsel.

 

[Imoen]

Steph

http://www.geocities.com/ms_demeanor_69/Steph.x

I woke slowly in a cocoon of body heat. I was so comfortable, didn’t want to even move much less get up. I floated in that half-awake, half-asleep state, blissfully content as I snuggled back against him. Him?! My eyes flew open in alarm.

A warm muscled and definitely masculine arm was hooked around my waist. My mind raced. I had nearly begun to panic as memories of last night came flooding back. Max. It was Max. I sighed in relief and relaxed against the warm bulk of his body, as he lay spooned against mine. A slow lazy smile crept across my lips. So much for my rules concerning cavorting with customers, I thought to myself as I snuggled against him.

The rumble of an engine outside perked my interest. Ah, Keller’s here with the restock no doubt. I spared a glance to the clock, 7:45 a.m. Damn it. Why did he always insist on delivering near dawn?! Sheesh!

Regretfully I pried Max’s arm from around me and scooted out of the bed. I stood looking down at him for a moment as he protested sleepily, curling up with the pillow I had just vacated. I couldn’t help but grin, he was just too damn cute. I placed a soft kiss on his forehead and smoothed the hair back from his face.

“Sleep as long as you like, sweets.” I whispered against his ear, “I’ve got some work to attend to.”

He slit open an eye and smiled sleepily up at me, causing a tightening down deep inside of me. God, but he had an incredibly sexy smile. His hand trapped mine against his cheek, before sliding up in a smooth caress along the length of my arm.

“Stay with me.” He murmured, his warm brown eyes pleaded as he stretched out along the bed, his free hand reaching for me to return.

“I can’t, babe.” I maneuvered myself from his grip and took a couple of steps back from temptation. “The guys here with the restock delivery and he can’t get in to unload the stuff ‘til I let him.”

I peeked through the blinds of the window of the small apartment that the boss had been kind enough to rent me behind the club. Sure it wasn’t the most posh set of rooms, but it served me well enough. Especially with the fact the rent was dirt-cheap and I only had to walk out my front door across a small graveled lot to get to work. Who could ask for more?

An angry blast of a horn had me glaring out the window. Yeah, sure enough, Keller was already hauling out the crates of liquor and beer. “Damn it! The idiot. Can’t wait for anything.” I grumbled sorely as I flew around the room, struggling into a pair of faded Levis and grabbing the first top I could find, throwing the cropped black knit tee over my head. I slid into a pair of chunky black sandals and spared a quick kiss to Max.

“Sorry hon!.. Lock up when you leave, okay? Maybe I’ll see you again tonight.”

Keys in hand, I dashed out of the front door without waiting for a response, hoping to keep Keller from blasting that damn horn again. My sandaled feet crunched angrily against the gravel of the lot.

“Jesus, Keller!” I hissed, “Keep it down will ya?! People do tend to occasionally sleep in around here.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. And some people actually work during the day.” He grumbled as he hauled the last of the boxes out of his truck. “I don’t have time for stimulating conversation today, Steph. Sign here.” He thrust the clipboard at me and grinned in his usual irritating way. I scanned the list and glanced over at the boxes stacked along the back entrance of the club. I slanted a glance up at him, “Everything here?”

I knew it was, Keller’s shipments were always correct. A fact he was extremely proud of. Basically, I just asked out of spite trying to annoy him. I wasn’t disappointed. I grinned to myself as I watched his face flush an angry red.

“Of course it is!” He huffed throwing his chest out. “My shipments always are!”

I scribbled my name on the requisition and grinned up at him as he took the clipboard back, “If you say so, Keller. Going to help me get them in? ”

He snorted in derision and climbed up into the cab of his truck. “Get ‘em in yourself, smart ass.”

“Thanks a lot, Keller! Have a great day now!” I called out to him as he pulled out of the lot, my laugh floating behind him.

I watched the truck until it disappeared. I sniffed as the desert breeze wafted past, my nose wrinkling in distaste. Something smelt awful out here. Like something was burning. I scanned the area, looking for smoke, but didn’t notice any looming anywhere. Oh well, someone’s barbeque must have gone horribly wrong. Nasty!

I turned my attention back to the task at hand, the pile of heavy crates and boxes. Eh, well, its not going anywhere with you just standing here, I thought to myself as I unlocked the door and began to move them all inside. Mental note: Do not taunt Keller ‘til after he brings in all the wares. Smooth, Steph, real smooth.

 

[BadForm]

Jasmine "Trench" Trenchert

"Ho girl, gotta know girl
What you show girl
'S what they want.
Wanna touch you
Wanna taste you
Without no money, they just can't!

As the song wound down, Trench ground her vagina hard into the face of the woman licking her. The flood of juices from her orgasms and the woman's tongue had soaked her body stocking so much that the oral treatment had eventually torn through it. She stood and stared out at the audience.

"You motherfuckers were great!" She yelled, reaching her hand into her pussy to pull out a handful of juices. These she hurled towards the audience. "Here's a gift for ya! Now go get fucked! What you waiting for?!"

She strode off stage. It was the way that she ended all her gigs, and she knew that most of her audience didn't need telling twice. Half of them wouldn't make it out of the hall before they were ripping at each other's clothes. Others would meet up with the prostitutes who hung out outside the barroom. Very few actually left the club without getting laid at least once. And that was the most vitalising part of the whole night for the Banshee. Emotion. Raw, unadulterated, sexual emotion filled the place like air. And the Banshee would live like this forever. At least, if she had her way.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Zoya

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Zoya.jpg
I stood under the steaming water, trying to clear the cobwebs from my mind as I washed. Ramon had made a foolish mistake last night and I hoped that he had disposed of the girl carefully and unobserved. The safety of the rudenie depended on her body not being found.

Slipping a silk kimono over myself, I let myself out of his room and went upstairs to my own apartment on the third floor to dress. I could hear the rumble of a truck and the sound of a horn blaring as I slipped on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt.

Keller. An impatient twit, I thought, but Steph could handle him. She wouldn't have a job here if she couldn't. And she was worth it. She did her job efficiently and kept the crowd happy with her theatrical display of mixology.

Brushing my still damp hair, I examined myself in the mirror. Presentable. For now. I smiled as I took the back stairs down into my private office. I would change my clothes later before we opened the Club for the evening.

I could hear the clinking sounds of bottles being put away coming from the main room as I paused to shuffle through a stack of papers on my desk. Bills, mostly... but I would take care of them later. First, I needed coffee and the paper to see if there was any mention of the "missing" girl.

"Hey, Steph!" I called out as I entered the Club proper. "Keller give you a rough time again?" She looked up and brushed a stray wisp of hair out of her eyes as she grimaced.

"I'm putting coffee on. NEED it this morning. Did the paper come yet?" I headed for the pot behind the bar and continued talking over my shoulder. "Anything happen last night that I should know about?"

 

[PmTick]

Carl began to flick the outside lights off and close the office. Hopefully the thumping of the club would end soon so he could get some shut eye. Retiring to his room, he was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

 

[truthpurveyor]

Talon

I had watched the sunrise as had become a ritual for me, an appreciation of a days beginning, in hopes I would live to see it's end...

Walking to the front desk, I banged on the front door, looking for a cup of coffee.

"Carl, hey Bud...are ya up yet?" I called thru the screen door, watching a truck back to the rear door of the Banshee Club and the barmaid from the night before greet him as the driver stacked the boxes in front of her.

"I'm gunna go across to the club and see if I can round up some coffee and whatever" I finished, not hearing an answer...

Strolling across the street I climbed the steps as the truck pulled away and spoke to the trim blonde as she picked up another case.

"I'd work for my breakfast...Say, finish carrying the boxes in for a cup of hot coffee?"

Leaning against the clubs outer wall I gave her a relaxed smile, waiting for an answer...

 

[nightray]

Ramon

I walk down stars after my shower and throwing on an old T-shirt and jeans. I step out on to the main floor looking around a content smile on my face. I look over at the bar seeing Zoya and Steph standing at the bar talking. I sniff the air a broad smile appearing on my lips as I walk over to them saying is that coffee smell. I walk behind the bar finding a mug and poring my self some. I then take a long drink sying as it hits my stomach. I lean against the counter looking at my self in the merrier behind the bar. I run my hands threw my hair making sheer that it all in place.

I look over at Steph asking you need help with that dutiful I wink at her as I striating putting the mug down on the bar and walk out side. I pick up two of the heaver crates with out looking around and I carry them inside after putting them away I go back out picking up two more.

 

[PmTick]

Carl popped out of his bedroom. He looked over at the key rings and realized an extra key was missing. Room 89. He double checked the ledger book, he definatly hadn't checked it out. Some drunk kid probably swiped it last night. He grabbed his spare and headed over to the room.

He rapped on the door, "Alright who's in here." No answer. He put his key in the door and found the room was unlocked. He entered the room to the sound of running water. He peeked in the bathroom and saw that no one was there but they had stopped up the sink and let it overflow. "Damn asshole kids." He walked back into the main room to see someone laying on the bed.

"Alright get up asshole you have some explaining to do." The body didn't move. "Asshole I said get Up!!!" He reached for the shoulder of the sleeping person and realized it was the bellboy, and half of his neck was missing. "Holy shit....Oh my god.....!!" Carl ran out fo the room and headed to the office.

He frantically picked up the phone and dialed the police, "Hello, this is Carl over at the motel, I just found my bellboy dead in one of my rooms. Thanks." He hung up the phone and reached for a bottle of Scotch he kept under the counter. He took a quick sip from the bottle, trying to calm his nerves.

 

[Imoen]

Steph

http://www.geocities.com/ms_demeanor_69/Steph.x


I peeked up over the bar, having slide the last of the kegs into place.

“No more of a rough time that usual. No worries though, I can handle him.” I grinned at Zoya as I stood, wiping my hands on a nearby towel. “Shipment looks all in order. The bar will be stocked, ready and raring’ to go again by tonight.”

I inclined my head to the morning paper, still coiled and wrapped in its protective plastic lying at the other end of the bar. “Papers down there waiting for you, Boss.”

"Anything happen last night that I should know about?" She asked.

“Let me think…” I said as I placed the last bottle of Absolut on the shelf. “Oh! Yes, actually there was.” I turned and leaned a hip against the bar. “There was a guy in here last night asking about making use of the ol’ garage. He’d had some car trouble but says he has the know-how to fix it; all he needed was the tools. He’s supposed to be back sometime today, wanted to talk to you about it. I told him I’d introduce him to you. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Be right back, got a few more boxes I need to bring in.”

I nearly collided with Ramon on my way out back. “Whoa there!” I laughed, smile widening as I noticed the boxes he carried near effortlessly, “I tell you, Ramon, I don’t know what I’d do without you. If you can just leave them behind the bar, that’d be great!”

I continued on out the door, grimacing at the pile of boxes still remaining. We really need to do bi-weekly orders instead of weekly, especially since the club had become so popular. I made a mental note to speak to Zoya about it.

I had just squatted down to pick up a crate of Jack when a familiar masculine voice rang out beside me.

"I'd work for my breakfast...Say, finish carrying the boxes in for a cup of hot coffee?"

I squinted up at him, the morning sun framing him from behind.

“Well, speak of the devil.” I grinned, “I’ll take you up on that offer. I can’t promise breakfast, but the Boss is brewing up some fresh coffee. I just told her about you. C’mon in. I’ll introduce you to her.” A slight frown creased my brow, “Hey.. I don’t even know your name. Kind of useful for the introductions, ya know.”

“Talon.” He said simply the slow, easy, utterly charming smile never leaving his face.

“Talon?” I replied. “Interesting name. You should have been in show-biz.” I grinned, a teasing sparkle lighting my eye. “I’m Stephanie, most everyone calls me Steph though.”

I picked up the box of Jack and headed inside, calling back over my shoulder, “Grab one and follow me.”

Apparently he was good with commands, I thought to myself with a grin as we trekked back inside. I sat down my box and motioned for him to sit his alongside. Scanning the room, I spotted Zoya at one of the far tables, a steaming cup of coffee by her hand as she flipped through the morning paper.
I motioned for Talon to follow as I approached, “Pardon the interruption, Boss, but this is Talon. He’s the guy I was telling you about earlier, wanting to make use of the garage and all.”

I turned and tossed a quick smile up to Talon as I retreated back behind the bar to continue stocking.

 

[truthpurveyor]

Grabbing a cup from the stack on the bar I poured a steaming cup and walked towards Zoya's table, nodding a "Thank You" to Steph...and smiling a greeting to cover the apprehension I felt.

*It will soon be apparent if she's who I'm looking for* I told myself as I calmed myself and greeted her...

"No Need to get up on my account" I said warmly, extending my free hand "I came for a cup of coffee and to see if you'd consider renting the old garage? I'm stranded here until I fix the old girl...don't want to leave her behind, ya know? Old memories are hard to get rid of..."

Looking at her close up, I admired the beauty and poise she carried...She was exactly as my grandfather had described to me...IF she was who I believed she was....

"Excuse my manners....My name is Talon..."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Zoya

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Zoya.jpg
I watched the stranger as he poured a cup of coffee. He was tall and in excellent shape, his dark brown hair was short and he was neatly dressed. But it was his eyes... they were a penetrating blue-gray.

I listened as he rambled on about his ride and renting the garage. I sent out the slightest tendril of an urmã... Impossible!! I felt as though I had bumped into a wall. Who the hell IS this guy?

My hands were shaking as I set my cup down hurriedly. He was introducing himself. Talon, he said. I extended my hand to cover my disconcertion.

"Sit down... Mr.... " I let the missing surname dangle between us as I nodded toward the empty chair across from myself and put on my 'business face'.

"I like to know who I am doing business with. Tell me a little more about yourself. What brings you to these parts?"

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Edited for vB code correction. Sorry.

 

[truthpurveyor]

I felt the tingle at the base of my brain and smiled to myself...*She IS the one I'm looking for* I thought as I took her hand and paused...

Rather than shaking it I brought my heels together and executed a quick, stiff backed bow, then kissed the back of her hand.

Her eyes were open wide at the failure of her gentle mind probe and grew even wider as I finished the old world version of a salutation and let loose her hand, taking the seat she offered me.

"Talon Vanator" I replied, letting loose my best smile and picking up the still full mug I had brought with me, sipping it as I watched her over the brim.

"Not much to tell actually...I'm a wanderer of sorts, in between jobs right now, looking for work. I've been just about everything... from a steel worker in Detroit to a soldier overseas..."

Leaving the explanation vague but truthful I tossed her a question of my own..."You took a long shot on rebuilding this corner of the world, didn't you Miss Romanescu...? After the new highway was built east of here, the traffic all but dropped to nothing. It was a miracle you've built the business up at all, much less so fast. I've got to compliment you on your expertise, and your beauty..."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Zoya

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Zoya.jpg
Vanator... Hunter. A coincidence, I'm sure. But how did he know my surname? Is he The One?? I will have to warn the rudenie to take care.

"The business at the Club carries all the overhead, Mr. Vanator. I believe it's popularity is directly linked to the lack of any other viable entertainment in this area. What better place is there for the bored local youths to get their yaya's out besides The Banshee Club?"

Looking over toward Steph and Ramon, I smiled and shrugged as if nothing in the world could mar this beautiful morning. Until I heard the sirens. And they were coming closer.

Are you sure that no one will find the girl, Ramon?

Quite sure, Miss Romanescu.

"More coffee, Boss?" He called out and chuckled aloud at his little joke. Ramon had obviously heard what Talon had called me.

You had better hope, Ramon. We risk everything if she is found. Find Trench and tell her and the others that we must speak before we open this evening. Just make sure that you do it when this one has busied himself elsewhere.

Da, was his curt reply. He was fiercely loyal, but tended to get carried away in the heat of the moment from time to time. Even so, Ramon had always disposed of the bodies in such a way that none had been discovered before. I had no reason to think that this one would be an exception.

"Yes, please, Ramon. Thank you." I answered, turning my attention back to Talon who was watching me closely. "So... You are interested in renting the garage, Talon? You don't mind me calling you Talon, do you?" I practically purred his name, letting it roll over my tongue like a fine wine.

"Have you eaten? Are you hungry? Perhaps some breakfast and then I will show you the garage and we can discuss terms."

 

[BadForm]

Jasmine "Trench" Trenchert

How long had Jasmine slept? Not long. The show had gone most of the way through the night, as it always did. Then she'd retired with her lead ax to have some fun, and woken up with the drummer's stick in her ass. She barely even remembered having the drummer... but then, one night was much like another.

She dressed and followed the smell of coffee downstairs. Zoya, Ramon and Steph were in the office talking to a stranger. At once Jasmine felt ill at ease. There was something wrong about this man, though what it was she could not tell. After working the stage for so many years, though, you got a feeling about the punters and this man was not the simple meat you normally got round here. Furthermore, as Banshee, she should be able to feel him, but she couldn't.

"What is this man, Mistress?" She projected silently to Zoya, as she walked over to take a cup of coffee and stand in the background. That was where she always stood, showing respect to those who had once owned her and had given her freedom. She would come forward only if asked.

 

[truthpurveyor]

Talon

Admiring the cool aloof beauty I was impressed by how well she handled the escalating problem...at least on the outside.

Not being able to read her thoughts I could still sense her rising level of emotions despite her outward cool calm...

A voice that I knew all too well came from behind me, a condescending, level tone that hid the violence within the body...
*That is two* I reminded myself, bringing my thoughts back to my own business at hand...*Ramon Dragomir, Zoya's Lethal right hand man, loyal to the very end...*


"Yes, I'd need it for perhaps a week, until the parts are in and the repairs completed" I confirmed as another tingle came to me...this one lighter...But definately Banshee....

*And THAT is three* I told myself, turning slowly, deliberately to meet the owners eyes...and holding them with my own as I surveyed the erotic form of last night's entertainment.
*Jasmine...as erotic as the scent she is named after*...then slowly returned my gaze to Zoya, catching the fleeting puzzlement in her face and eyes.


"I don't mind at all, if you will let me call you Zoya...." I replied, giving her name the correct old world inflection as it was meant to be...and a smile as I felt her react to it.

"Breakfast sounds inviting...and I'm sure after we can work out the terms...between the two of us" I confirmed and accepted her invitation...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Zoya

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Zoya.jpg
Of that I am not sure, Yasmeen... But I have my fears... Be on your guard. We will speak later, da?

"Zoya it is, Talon" I replied cheerfully. "As to breakfast, our cook isn't in this early, but I know my way around a kitchen. Oua jumari sufoca in o' branza sos okay with you?"

Not waiting for an answer, I head for the kitchen calling out "I'm makin'... Who's havin'?"

 

[BadForm]

Jasmine "Trench" Trenchert

Jasmine nodded silently at Zoya's response. Yes, later they would work out what to do about this... man? Who was he that could so easily block their thoughts? Obviously he was a danger.

As Zoya stood to make the breakfast, Jasmine followed her. She would, as always, prepare the raw ingredients for whatever her mistress wished to cook, sensing her needs as soon as Zoya herself knew them. She was silent as she set about the menial tasks.

 

[nightray]

Ramon

I carry the last two boxes in setting them behind the bar for Steph. I pick up my mug of coffee and take a long drink. I look up when Zoya calls out "I'm makin'... Who's havin'?" I say “I’ll have some of that sexy.” I walk over to a table sitting down and putting my feet up on it as I watch the new guy wearily reedy for any thing.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Zoya

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Zoya.jpg
For all outward appearances the two of us worked in companionable silence, Jasmine bringing the ingredients to the counter where I mixed summer savory, garlic and allspice into some finely minced beef, forming it into little skinless sausages called mititei. Jasmine grinned as the griddle grew hot and the sausages began to sizzle. It was a favorite from the 'Old Country'.

I smiled as she broke the eggs while I began to prepare the branza sos... cheese sauce. It seemed so little brought any of the rudenie much joy of late. It was good to see a smile, even if it might only be temporary.

The man. The stranger. He speaks cei limbã maternã, did you hear his pronunciation of my name? Did you hear his name? Vanator... Hunter. I cannot be sure, but I will soon find out. We will all soon find out.

I felt the hiss of Jasmine's breath and wondered if she remembered any of the tales from when she was a child. When he was busy elsewhere I would do a remembering for everyone. They must know what we are up against if I am right.

The sirens I had heard earlier had drawn closer. They were at the Blue Moon by the sound of it. I reached out... Carl was drinking already. I shook my head and spoke to Ramon while the breakfast finished cooking.

The police are at the motel, Ramon. Probably nonsense, but I haven't the time so you will be my eyes and ears once again, dear one. Urmã. I'll keep your breakfast hot, I added with a little poke.

Jasmine looked up at me and I shrugged.

Who knows with Carl still running the place. We will soon find this out as well, da?

 

[truthpurveyor]

Talon

I could smell the enticing odors that wafted from the kitchen as I turned...

"So Ramon Dragomir....what keeps you here?" I queried him as the sounds of the meal came to us. "A man like you could open a dozen of these places and live well at it"

Concentrating on him, I looked at his face first, then his eyes as he met my curious look...

"Zoya is one hell of a looker" I complimented her "I bet she's as warm inside as she is outside?"

I felt a tug of ...jealousy? as my words rang off Ramon's granite image...betraying him where his face wouldn't...

"I mean it's none of my business" I continued "But still one look and a guy can't help but imagine..."