Creatures of the Knight

[ozme52]

Osmond

The pleasure and gratification within the dream is indistinguishable from that of reality. But as I lap slowly at Rhiannon's labia and 'taste' her nectar, I realize the vampire hunger I felt earlier was false. Though intense in it's emotional quality, this is yet, but a dream.

Rhiannon's orgasm is loud and like a bell calling us to a meeting, Majestic 'arrives' too! Her powerful gargoyle muscles wring my orgasm from me as if I were but a wet cloth being wrung out.

Above me Rhiannon and Majestic exchange affections for each other and I feel that moment physically, as if I were the conduit of that exchange.

Rhiannon and Majestic fade from my view. In my minds eye I step out of the statue and open my eyes in the real world. Rhiannon is bent over me, smiling. I notice something that actually startles me and then I laugh. 'Such cute fangs!'

I stand and dust myself off, realizing that I will need yet another change of pants and wonder if Rhiannon is in like need.

Before we depart I send Majestic a last thought,

"Majestic, thank-you. I check my pocket watch. "It is a little past noon. You are safe here. We eagerly await you tonight. Join us for dinner." I give the stone a light kiss and feel how it seems to have absorbed the sun's heat and I believe I detect a mental giggle, or perhaps it was a sigh. I let me fingers stroke her flank and trail off her hip.

We stop by my room so I can get my toiletries and a change of breeches and then repair to Rhiannon's suite.

There is still a conversation to be had!

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

Brother Sancti's coffee comes spurting out of his mouth from a scream he hears. He grabs his mace, cocks it, then aims it towards the vicinity of the scream. He realizes it was just that lady Jack was talking to. Feeling a tad embaressed, he puts his mace down. Several people are staring at him. "Sorry", he says, sitting back down. Coffee makes Sancti a bit TOO aware of his surroundings sometimes.

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Rhiannon ~ Osmond

"It seems that much has happened since we last spoke... I believe I have made an enemy of Jack, but it couldn't be avoided, I'm afraid." He said some things about "The Species" that were nothing if not insulting. And I'm afraid that he doesn't trust you either Osmond. He has a serious problem with Vampires, he thinks that we are all bad seeds, and I may have re-inforced that perception at our last conversation... I told him that I didn't *do* humans , but that I would make an exception in his case and to stay out of my way.

 

[Felicia4411]

Felicia

Checking my watch for at least the tenth time I try to decide whether to wait some more or go find a staff member when I hear someone. Looking up I see a man heading in my direction. Quickly looking him over I don't recognize him and wonder why he's looking at me the way he is. He offers his hand and introduces himself as one of Jimmy's co-workers, Jack Phillips. Shaking his hand I feel my dissapointment increase, figuring Jimmy must have sent him in lieu of himself for whatever reasons.
After introducing myself I ask about Jimmy and mumbling a bit in a pitying tone. My dissapointment turns to worry but before I can justify the worry with any guess as to what's wrong with Jimmy I hear Jack say, "I'm awful sorry, Miss Sanchez. Jimmy's dead,"
What a ridiculous statement I think to myself, letting out a little laugh. When the yell of "surprise" I was expecting didn't come I knew this was anything but a sick joke. As my emotions went wild I felt myself slide off the stool a little before he grabbed me and sat me back up. I vaguely see him reaching behind the bar and hear him start to say some sort of condolence and I feel reality hit me hard before I start to scream. The scream doesn't last long as I finally feel the tears start and quickly proceed to hysterical sobs mixed with poor attempts at words. At some point in time I feel Jack's arm around me and I'm momentarily surprised before I realize I'd forgotten he was there. Taking a deep breath I said, "I need to go to my room...thank you for..." before the sobs took over again.

 

[Llyr]

Holding a woman doesn't come natural. It's been a long time since Sarah's passing, and I haven't held a woman other than the occasional prostitute since she died. Since you killed her, you mean.

But what else can I do now? This is the sister of a man I might have called "friend" if my own life weren't so crazy. She begins to get up, saying she needs to go to her room around her tears, and all I can do is help her up. I half carry her to her second floor room, opening her door with my master key, and setting her down on her bed.

She collapses, sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm going to leave you now, Miss Sanchez. I'll check back on your later, but if you need anything, nything at all, you ring this bell here, and I'll see you get it."

I walk through the door and begin to shut it behind me, looking back at her one more time. Pretty lady. Damned shame but what can I do? What can she do? I learned a long time ago that feeling too much costs too much. I slip the door closed and begin to walk back down to the bar.

 

[spiritual_love]

Finishing her breakfast, Gabrielle relaxes back in her seat comfortably. Jumping as she hears the scream, her head snapping towards the young woman who disturbed such a well prepared meal.

Gabrielle sighs deeply, wondering why some take death so hard. Don't they realize that death is the ultimate freedom? Touching her napkin upon her lips, lowering the cloth to the table, she motions for the server to clear her space.

Her violet-blue orbs circle the room again. Resting them upon the man with the mace, laughing to herself as he weilds the weapon. Her fingertips touch her lips as she considers him....Brother Sancti. The Holy One.

"Bon jour, Monsieur."
Gabrielle's thoughts reach for him, curious whether he will feel the little mind tickle or not. Her eyes glaze with an ever present simmering lust as she watches mindfully.

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

"Bon jour, Monsieur", was the sound he heard next. It was a psychic message. He looked around to see a lady who was staring at him. Brother Sancti smiled, and said, "I'm afraid you miss pronounced the word. Up in Canada, its pronounced bonjour, not bon jour". Brother Sancti sensed neither good or evil in her. Perhaps she was a rare neutral... which Brother Sancti didn't mind at all. Being neutral wasn't evil, and therefore he had no need to vanquish her. "Would mind if I came over to your table?", he asked.

 

[Felicia4411]

Felicia

After what seemed like a few minutes I was able to get my sobs under control and try to organize my thoughts. Looking over at the clock I realized it must have been more like an hour. Now that I was more focused I was left with so many questions. How did Jimmy die, why, when, was it quick. Shaking my head in an effort to forget the questions I got up and headed into the bathroom figuring a shower might help.
Afterwards I felt somewhat more calm. I knew I had to take care of the funeral arrangements...our parents were both dead, our father 5 years ago and our mother just last year so I wasn't worried about what to do for that. First though I wanted to know what happened. I instantly thought of Jack, his sympathy had seemed genuine and I was pretty sure he'd answer my questions. That is if he wasn't trying to avoid me after having to deal with me earlier. Deciding I'd give him the chance to decline I called down to the front desk and asked them to deliver a written note, "Yes...I'd like it to say, Thank you for telling me about Jimmy and trying to help. I have some questions concerning....Jimmy and I was hoping you could answer them for me. Please let me know. ~Felicia Sanchez, Yes, that's all, could you please deliver it as soon as you can, thank you." Hanging up the phone I started unpacking, thinking about how much I'd miss Jimmy.

 

[ozme52]

Osmond ~ Rhiannon

Rhiannon tells me of her argument with Jack and her concerns.

"To me, that matters not a whit Rhiannon." I respond.

"If Jack wants me dead, he missed his opportunity up on the roof this morning. I doubt I shall ever be in such a position again, to be vunerable to him. I shall not be off my guard among humans again."

"What concerns me is what you said to him in the hall, just after my transformation. Did you send Jack to the roof to kill me? Was I just lucky Fenris was there too?"

Rhiannon gives me a quzzical look.

"My hearing has become quite acute Rhiannon. I heard every word you uttered."

"What do you mean Osmond? What did I....."

I put my finger to my lips in a shushing movement. I reach into my mind. The words pour from me, into her mind. Words that she hears as if a calligrapher had recorded the actual sound of her voice in my mind.

"Well, it looks as though we're too late, does it not? I fear what this will mean for all of us, he has become aware of what he truely is now, and I cannot tell you how that might affect the rest of us. I can tell you that to defeat this "ba-vil" force, it is going to take every man you can gather and every power source there is to overcome it."

"Is that how you feel about me Rhiannon? Am I an evil force? Do you fear me?"

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Rhiannon ~ Osmond

Walking over to stand directly in front of Osmond, I place my hands on his muscular forearms, feeling the powerful muscles jump and tense under my gentle hands. "Oh, Osmond, I wasn't speaking about YOU being the evil force! I was talking about that witch and the Captain! When I said I wondered what affect it would have on us was concern over exactly what you had changed into. I didn't know if your powers would be diminished or even there at all. I was afraid that the witch had changed you in that way, that is all. Fear you, oh my darling I have no fear of you."

"While you were... *ahem* occupied, Brother Sancti had one of his spells again, only this time it was real. There is a bloody hallway upstairs to prove it. The evil in this hotel is getting stronger Osmond, and I fear that it will take more than just you and I to conquer it. This one is very strong." As I tell him this I feel a tremor pass through him... "What is it Osmond? How have you changed?"

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Gabrielle's flawless smile broke along her lightly coloured as he spoke, tilting her head to the side, he corrects her language. She knew he wouldn't be able to disregard the little mishap, being the saviour that he was.

"Pardon me, if you would. Bonjour...." her words are a soft purr as she allows the word to roll from her tongue, spoken correctly, "And please do join me. I don't believe we've met...officially. I'm Gabrielle Kenzie Dumontine."

She motions for the seat across from her, dropping her hands together within the expanse of her lap. Her violet eyes focused attentively upon her "guest".

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

"And I'm Brother Sancti, pleased to meet you", he said, as he sat down. He notices her eyes just gazing at him, but thinks nothing of it. "So Gabrielle, do you do this often?", he askes. She seemed a bit bewildered by the question. Sancti smiles, and says, "I'm sorry. I meant do you invite totaly strangers with dirty clothes to your table often?".
She smelled... a bit TOO neutral. Brother Sancti couldn't sense any good in her, and yet, he couldn't sense any dark evil inside of her. Then he sensed somthing else. She knew magick. Her aura made it obvious. Brother Sancti made a mental note to watch himself around this perticular individual.

 

[Llyr]

Jack

I spring awake at the light tap on my door. I'd needed some shut-eye desperately. I couldn't afford to make mistakes out of a simple lack of sleep. The sun is shining and looking over at the clock, I see I've been dozing for a little over an hour and a half.

The knock comes again. "Jack? You awake?" I recognize the voice of Elias Knapp, the day manager. Pulling my suspenders over my shirt I move to the door and open it. "Yah, Elias, what is it?"

"Sorry, Jack, I know you had quite a mess here last night, but you asked to be informed right away if Miss Sanchez called for anything. She's sent a message down for you. Want me to tell her you're asleep or out or something?"

"No, thanks. I'll take care of it, Eli." Closing the door I throw on a cleaner pair of pants and shirt and douse my head in the basin, combing back my hair shoulder length - time to see if one of the girls can cut it while sliding my tobacco and papers into a shirt pocket.

I leave the room, locking the door behind me and go behind the bar to fill a hip flask with gin. A stiff drink might be good medicine for Miss Sanchez. Pocketing the flask, I climb the stairs to her room and knock lightly. "Miss Sanchez? It's Jack Phillips."

 

[ozme52]

Osmond~Rhiannon - the challenge

"What is it Osmond? How have you changed?" Rhiannon's words echo in my mind.

"That is the question Rhiannon. Isn't it. And I cannot tell you for I don't understand it all myself."

"What I do know is that the concerns of the past are of little import to me now. That which might have occupied Osmond's soul is now... irrelevant."

"Gabrielle released something within me. I had hoped you might be able to tell me, for my thoughts always come to you when I try to fathom the answer."

"This much I do know. Whatever I am, whatever I am to become, whatever I am to do, you will be with me when I arrive, if you wish it."

"That means you must avow yourself to me. You must avow yourself in the manner that vampires take the clan oath. I understand everything that means Rhiannon. You must be sure. If we start, I shall not stop. If we start and you change your mind, you will die."

"Be sure Rhiannon. I would be most unhappy if you died taking the blood oath because of me. I will have your answer at midnight. Not before, not after."

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

"I do as I please, Sancti. And at this moment it pleases me that you joined me."

Gabrielle draws her eyes over his form curiously assessing the disheveled man. He does have a point, he is an utter mess. Which causes Gabrielle to get a delectable vision of him bathing, the warm waster cascading along his flesh, slithering down the riot of muscles that must lie beneath his wear. Suddenly she stops, peering directly into his eyes searching. Her gaze penetrating, mesmerizing trying to see the depths of this Saint's soul.

Leaning forward a bit, the jewel around her neck swinging forth before settling once again upon the lush rise of her creamy bosom. Everything seems to slow down, as if the two are held within their own ripple in time.

Gabrielle's gentle smile warms upon her lips, "Now, Sancti, what brings you to the Knight? Were you summoned to bless this place and rid it of the evil beings that are rumoured to be present?"

 

[Felicia4411]

Felicia

After unpacking I sat down on the bed hoping Jack would agree to talk to me. Glancing down I realized I was still in the robe I'd put on after showering. Looking in the dresser I quickly picked a long black skirt and a button up white blouse that were on the top. I started feeling a little guilty at calling on Jack so soon and was comtemplating calling down to the front desk to cancel the note when I heard a knock, followed by, "Miss Sanchez? It's Jack Phillips."
Oh well too late now...opening the door I smiled and said, "I didn't mean for you to drop everything and rush over, but thanks...come in please." I noticed that he'd changed and looked a little more refreshed than earlier but he looked tired and my guilt increased. "I really do appreciate how kind you've been, I'm sure you had better plans for this morning. I wanted to know what happened to Jimmy and I wasn't sure who else to ask, I'll try not to take too much of your time. So what happened to my brother?"

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

"This much I do know. Whatever I am, whatever I am to become, whatever I am to do, you will be with me when I arrive, if you wish it."

"That means you must avow yourself to me. You must avow yourself in the manner that vampires take the clan oath. I understand everything that means Rhiannon. You must be sure. If we start, I shall not stop. If we start and you change your mind, you will die."

"Be sure Rhiannon. I would be most unhappy if you died taking the blood oath because of me. I will have your answer at midnight. Not before, not after."

I had to think back to what exactly the clan oath entailed. I don't think that the ritual had ever been done in my lifetime... It was only done to start a new clan. Serious business indeed. Although, I really don't need to think about it at all I'd already thought about how strong a race of our own would be years ago.

"Well, in the meantime let me tend to your wounds. You've got a couple of pretty nasty gashes on yourself. How about if I have a bath prepared for you and we can take care of them then. Sound good? I'll just ring for it, why don't you lie down in the meantime, I'm sure it will be a while before they can get it prepared."

As I help him remove his jacket, I notice that he's got blood seeping from a wound on his back and remind myself to have them bring bandages too. Silently wondering which wounds have come from Fenris and which have been as a result of his liason with the gargoyle...

After the boys left from filling the tub, I went in to wake Osmond. The poor guy is so tired after his busy night...*heehee* I have to help him undress and he drags himself to the tub and gratefully sinks below the hot water letting out an audible sigh as it begins to work it's magic on his weary muscles. Stripping to my underclothes, I kneel beside the tub and begin to clean his wounds and his back. Gently laving his perfectly muscled torso, I am in thrall of his masculine frame. Letting my eyes roam and take in his awesome structure, from his sleekly muscled calves my eyes continue to follow the planes and angles of his thickly muscled thighs. From there the obvious place my eyes take in is his manhood which has become thick and swollen as a result of my ministrations to his body. My eyes continue their journey upward to his smooth belly and his well muscled chest, my hands tracing the pattern of his muscles. More light caresses than cleansing now. My eyes follow the lines of his neck to his masculine jaw, his sensual mouth, aqualine nose to his eyes that are twinkling with mirth at my perusal of his person. He is obviously having trouble keeping himself from laughing at me.

"Oh, you!" I scowl at him splashing water in his face. His answer to that is to burst out laughing!

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

"That depends on what your description of evil is Gabrielle. If your asking me if I'm here to kill every vampire and demon in sight, then the answer is no. Allow me show you why". Just then a green demon, with one protruding horn from it forehead walked by their table. Brother Sancti spoke to him, saying, "good day sir. Enjoying your stay?". The demon nodded, and in a deep voice said, "oh yeah. The way they make scalloped patatoes here are great".
"Oh really, then I think I should try the potatoes then"
"oh, yes indeed. Nice chatting with you father"
"anytime Damascus"
Then the demon walked away. Brother Sancti turned back to her, and said, "you see. Hes a demon, and hes not evil. However, I am here to destroy evil though. I'm talking REAL scum. I'm talking about demonic low-lifes who have nothing better to do then to slaughter everybody. You get what I'm saying"

 

[llyr2]

Jack

"So what happened to my brother?" Felicia asks looking up at me and stepping back to allow me into the room. She closes the door behind me and moves to stand in front of me. I look her up and down, trying to decide if she has the strength to hear the whole truth. Trying to decide if she can know the whole sorry history of this thrice-damned place.

She has the right to know. That girl was already dead when you sent Jimmy for the Doc - it was a fool's errand, but you sent him anyway. This woman has the right to know you killed her brother.

I could bear that weight a lot easier before Jimmy's little sister showed up, but now she was here. And I had another death on my head.

"Why don't you sit, Miss Sanchez?" I suggest pulling out the small chair by the room's secretary. Drawing in my breath I tell her straight, "I killed Jimmy, miss. Your brother's dead because of me."

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Nodding her head softly, Gabrielle gazes upon him quietly. Her fingers lifting to her lips touching them lightly. So, he is a Saint, well...in his own way, she muses.

"Where are you from, Sancti?" she pasues before she continues as if she senses something. Holding her breath for seconds, she is able to hear her blood throbbing within her mind. Blinking rapidly, as a vision disrupts her thoughts, she catches her breath, begging mentally to be left alone at the present.

Focusing her attention back upon him...

"Sancti? From where do you come? Who are your people?"

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

"Well, I'm from Canada and- what the? Gabrielle, you okay? Whats the matter? It looks like you just a had some disturbing vision", he said. He looked at her, with a worried look on his face. Visions were a big thing... he would know. He talks to invisible holy spirits for cripe's sake.
Perhaps the average joe would take it that she was coming down with a cold, or falling ill. Brother Sancti knew better. He knew that things like visions happen to magic users all the time... at least thats what he hears.

 

[ozme52]

Osmond

The laughter bursts forth, a rumble deep from my chest.

I splash back and as Rhiannon tries to get up and away, I grab the top of her chemise and drag her into the tub with me.

 

[Felicia4411]

Felicia

Jack looks at me for a second before asking me to sit down. I wonder how bad this could be but take a seat anyways.
"I killed Jimmy, miss. Your brother's dead because of me."

I continue looking at him with an expectant expression for a second before I feel my anger begin to rise. I had thought of him as a friend, or at least some kind of caring acquaintance but he had just sat me down, looked me in the face and told me he had killed my brother with nonchalance. God, how could I have been so naive as to trust some stranger, to believe him when he said he was sorry about Jimmy, sorry for my loss.
Without thinking I yelled, "How could you?" and leaned forward and slapped him across the face. Shocked at myself I recoiled, I had never slapped anyone. How could you...what a stupid thing to say, even cold-blooded murderers had their reasons. I looked up and he looked at me and I didn't see anger, just hurt and I didn't think it was at my poor attempt at assault. I didn't know what to say, I had no reason to be sorry but I felt guilt creeping up on me. Finally I just opened my mouth and said the first thing that came to mind, "What?"

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Rhiannon ~ Bathing Beauties

As soon as that laugh begins I decide I'm through playing bath-time with him and start to rise when suddenly I'm lifted by my chemise and yanked into the tub. I come up for air spluttering and coughing. Still laughing, Osmond pulls me up so that I'm sitting astride him and begins to unlace my top.

I notice that the look in his eyes is anything but amused and I start getting that tingling sensation again, the same one I noticed last night when all of this started only this time it's as if there are several hands touching every part of my body.

The next thing I know my clothing has been completely removed and his hands are stroking my arms which have wrapped themselves around his neck so tightly that my breast tips are grazing the matting of hair on his chest making my nipples as hard as rocks and as sensitive as raw nerve endings. His hands slide their way down my arms and torso and he grasps my buttocks and slides me forward so that our sexes mash together making me gasp in suprise.

Looking deeply into his smoldering eyes, I lower my lips to his in a feather-light kiss that has him leaning into me for more contact. I back away slightly and run the tip of my tongue down the length of his lower lip sucking it gently into my mouth where I I nip at it playfully before doing the same to the upper one.

I trace the contours of his face with my fingertips and he leans his head back closing his eyes and giving into the sensation, my lips and tongue trail lightly across the line of his jaw and nibble briefly at his earlobe. Kissing the hollow just behind his ear, then back along his cheekbone and down to his slightly parted lips.

Lifting slightly, I slide the length of his shaft, trapping him between his belly and my quivering sex causing him to thrust his hips forward and his shaft to part my nether lips and onto my engorged clit making me clench at the sides of his turgid cock while I try to wiggle away from the too sensitive feelings it's caused. He pulls me forward again and our lips meet in a searing kiss that when we finally come up for air, has left us breathless, but wanting more.

"Osmond, I need you. I need to have you inside me now!" And with that he let's out a groan and lifting me with him, he steps out of the tub and carries me over to the bed where we fall together mouths locked, hands exploring, touching all of the most sensitive spots on each other's bodies.

Rolling me over on top of him, he lifts me and in one deft move has buried himself in me to the hilt. I quickly take control and begin grinding myself down onto his pelvis as he guides my hip movements to set a pace to his liking. Soon though all thoughts of control are lost as the sensations begin to flood through me, my orgasm slams into me making me cry out and meet Oz thrust for thrust as he races toward his climax also.

 

[llyr2]

Jack

She's looking at me with all the pain of her brother's death fresh on her face. I have no idea how to answer her question. What should I say to her? That her brother's death was meaningless? That he got torn to shreds by an animal - very probably the animal I had let get away from me on the roof this morning?

Sitting heavily on her bed, I put the flask within reach of her hand in case she changes her mind. And I begin.

"There have been strange things that happen here for a long time, Miss Sanchez. People die in bad ways. Others disappear. Things that people don't talk about - that they don't even really believe out there in the world - those things are real here. Always have been but lately it's gotten worse." I need a cigarette and try to roll one, but my hands are shaking. I look up at her again and she's just looking back at me. I can't tell what kind of look is in her eyes. Could be hate; could be hurt. Looking back down I will my hand steady and keep rolling.

"Last night a girl got messed up real bad. I knew she wouldn't survive what had happened to her, but I sent your broth ... I sent Jimmy to go and get the doctor anyway. While he was at the Doc's something killed him. And the Doc. Might've been the same thing that got the girl. I don't know."

Finishing the cigarette I put it in my mouth but I just don't have it in me to light it. Instead I look back up at her. A single tear is rolling down her cheek, and her lip is trembling.

"I'm awful sorry to have brought this trouble on you, ma'am. Jimmy was a good man and he talked about you a lot. I'll do what I can to put things right."