Raven of the City

[Blaque Gurl]

Faith

"You do nothin' child. One of them, he come to you, maybe he come like a man, like this fine white boy here."

She looked down at her lap....Old Mother's laughter made her very uneasy. She was as confused as when she was dragged here.

"Mebbe he come in a dream in all his finery. When he comes for you, you know it. You will do all he says and be happy too. See?"

She shook her head. This made no sense. What did it all mean?



"HE saves you tonight, he saves you every night little one. You are chosen. You be gonna live forever!"

She winced as she heard Old Mother's laugher, but when she heard Vince's, she glanced up at him through lowered, black lashes. She couldn't help it, she smiled lightly and slowly. Maybe everything really would be okay.

''I still don't understand...What does Vince have to do with this?''

 

[SexyChele]

Jesse

As I reach my apartment, I'm shaking. Some one WAS watching me. I'm sure of it! But who? And why? I start thinking of the girls who have "disappeared", and before long I'm almost running to my apartment.

"Jesse....Jesse....JESSE!"

I halt suddenly and almost scream! Turning around, breathless, head aching, I try to find out where my name is coming from.

"Jesse! It's me...Burns. You Ok, Jesse?"

I stop and take a deep breath. Setting my bags on the sidewalk, I bend down to Old Man Burns and give him a shaky smile. I touch his grimey hand and press it slightly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Well, at least the prognosis is that I will live."

"You don't look so good, Jesse."

"No, I don't suppose I do right now. You eat something tonight?"

At his nod, I continue...

"Good. You be careful, alright? I'll see you later."

I get up, grab my bags and let myself into my apartment. The tenseness and the hurrying have once agains caused my body to ache and my head to throb. I quickly put together a meal, but find that with my jaw as sore as it is, eating is a chore. Sighing, I clean up, then leave a message at the "Licking Lizard" that I won't be in to work for a few days. I know I'll get shit from the owner, but what the hell.

I take another Vicodin and settle down, ice pack on my eye, on my bed. I begin to sleep, but this time the dreams are not happy...they are eerie, dark, and unsettling, and my sleep is fitful.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Priscilla Winslow

I almost ask him what happened but I think better of it. He would think me a fool if I told him I have no idea what overcame me. He, like the others, may even think I am mad.

"Ummm, breakfast...yes thank you very much David. And please call me Cilla," I say as I pluck my glasses off the counter and push them back up my nose with shaky fingers. I feel uneasy again and try to resist the urge to bolt out and back to my hovel of a room.

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene Vanderbelt

I laugh to myself Raven thinks that I have given him all the power that is inside of me.

My Power does have its limits because of my Parentage.My Human Mother has great Power with Animals & my Demon Father I want nothing to do with his Powers.

Jesse has awoken I Artims most get back to her place and very Fastly because she went to the store and someone has followed her home.

I run down the Street to Jesse's place as I am nearing it I change back to my Human Form.

I run up the stairs and walk in and change back to my Wolf Form and as the change is taking place.

I hear a Scream in the background I turn around and see that I have Scared Jesse I walk up to her and tell her that I am here to protect her and anyone else that needs help.

 

[BLACK BART]

David

Again the switch of voice, the sultry vixen gone, as the unsure girl returns. Night and Day, as the two struggle for dominance.

"Cilla, sit down and eat" I invite, carefully, gently, concern in my voice as I slide the heavy mugs on the table, and pour the coffee. Sitting next to her, the silence is like a heavy fog, hanging between us.

"After the war, when I was sent home, I had trouble sorting out my problems" I confessed to Cilla "My few friends told me I was a different person, as I tried to deal with my anger, and eventually they gave up on me. I came here, confused and lonely, you know the rest of the story."

Leaving the statement hang, I eat my omellette ala burnt, washing it down with the coffee.Reaching for the carafe, I brush her hand, and lay mine on top of hers.

"You sound like you need a friend, not to judge you, but to talk to, sort things out with. What better than a man who uses his ears, to hear what he can't see." I offer, feeling her trembling fingers in mine.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Priscilla Winslow

I snatch my hand back from his touch, a reflex action that I immediately regret. He has been so kind to him and how do I repay him? I see the hurt and confusion reflected on his face. I am thankful that he cannot see the shame and fear in my own expression. He speaks of friends, something I wish I had. Maybe I could at least trust him enough to divulge a few irrelevant details of my life. I have never met a kinder, gentler man in all of my life.

Hestitantly I replace my hand over his, "You have been very nice to me, David. I admit I have not befriended anyone here, with the exception of the children from the home. I think that I would very much like to be your friend," even this small confession is a lot for me. I lean across the table and place a tender kiss on his cheek, not sure the reasons for my actions. Maybe it is the overwhelming need to connect. The heat between our tender flesh is startling to my senses. I pull away as if the touch has scalded my lips.

"I...I...am sooo sorry for that, David." My head begins to throb intensely and know that I must leave. The room begins to spin out of control and breathing is a significant burden to my lungs. Jumping up from the table, I knock over the chair and flee to the door. Fumbling with the door handle, I am dismayed to find it locked.

"LET ME OUT!" I scream as my nails claw the heavy metal door. My actions are that of a caged wild beast.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison Chambers

Still fuming over the scene outside the warehouse, I remain silent all the way to the club. I need some time to cool down. This isn’t the first time that Ramon’s jealousy has shown itself – it’s not even the first time he’s threatened to kill me if he catches me with another man. Neither the threat nor his jealousy bothers me. In a weird way, these things reassure me, for if he didn't need me, he wouldn’t react so strongly to the possibility of losing me.

No, what bothers me – what hurts me – is his readiness to believe that I would cheat on him.

By the time we reach the club my temples are throbbing slightly, and my jaws ache from clenching them so tightly. My skull feels as though it’s filled with barbed wire. The screaming, pounding music and the strobe lights don’t help, either. I need alcohol. I don’t want to get drunk, I just need to relax and lighten my mood.

As if summoned by telepathy, a waitress appears. She’s a cute young thing, if a bit hard-faced, dressed in a black corset and fishnet stockings. A rose tattoo stands out like a brand on her shoulder. I order tequila, and I’m pleasantly surprised when she delivers it only a couple of minutes later.

By the time I’ve knocked back two shots, the harsh edges inside my skull have softened somewhat. I relax and look around, noticing the sex show for the first time. I don’t find it sexy, but I do enjoy watching how the spectators react to it. Their responses run the gamut from panting, wide-eyed lust to studied indifference.

The clubgoers are all young. I’d wager that about half of them aren’t even of legal drinking age. Some of them are Zone denizens, but others are suburban kids out slumming for cheap thrills. These last are pretty easy to spot, because their outfits look a little too new, a little too coordinated. And they’re also the ones who look the most impressed by the sex show.

I glance back at Ramon. He seems to be in a much better mood now. I can even smile at him. The hurt and anger fade away and become unimportant.

He leans over and calls my name. I can barely hear him over the music, and I have to tilt my head sideways so that my ear is near his mouth. “You see anything here you’d like to have?” he almost shouts.

I straighten up and tap my finger thoughtfully on my chin, scanning the crowd. My eyes flit over the suburban kids as I think some mischievous thoughts. Might be fun to cut one loose from the pack, show her some real thrills. But there’s risk involved. Sometimes things … get out of hand when we pick up someone. And some of these suburban kiddies have mommies and daddies who are cops, lawyers and judges, people who could make trouble if something happened to their little darlings. We don’t need trouble.

Reluctantly I tear my eyes away from the suburban kids and start checking out the locals. After a second or two I spot a sad-faced blonde standing near the stage. I stare for a couple of seconds, then turn back to Ramon.

“You see that blonde in the red mini? The one near the stage? What do you think of her?” I look back at her. Who the hell dressed her? She doesn’t have the legs or the figure for such a tight, short dress, and the bright color of the fabric makes her skin look pale and washed out. Still, she’s cute and I can smell her vulnerability from across the room. I’m starting to think that she might do very nicely.

 

[SexyChele]

Jesse

Something rouses me from my light sleep. My brain a fog from the Vicodin, feeling slightly nauseous from taking it on a mostly empty stomach, I turn slowly, gingerly. I feel weak and helpless from the drug.

As I look at the door, I see a figure standing there. My skin prickling, I give a loud scream, and figure turns towards me. As my eyes focus, I see it is a woman.....or is it a wolf? No.....no.....most certainly a woman. But why here?

She is speaking to me......she is here to protect me. I shake my head, and immediately regret doing so as the room begins to spin before my eyes. Rubbing my eyes, closing them until the sensation passes, I look at the figure before me.

"Protect me? From what? Or who? Who are you?"

The effects of taking 2 Vicodin so close together is beginning to play on my brain as I sink back onto the bed. Maybe this is all part of a dream. But I know it's not. Covering my eyes with my hand, I gently rub them and then turn my head slowly to look at her once again....

 

[BLACK BART]

David

The explosion has occurred, probably one she has been in the middle of, many times. Her pain, anger and fear all rising to the surface, fighting each other to dominate her senses.But how does one reach out, to let her know she is safe? Especially when you're blind, and you can't even see her face...

At the touch of her lips, and the confession she would like a friend, I think I'm making progress....Hearing the creak of the floor as she stands, and the chair back hitting the floor, destroys those hopes.


"Sooo sorry" She moans as she moves, her sobs turning into sounds of real pain, allowing me to track her.

The rattle of the steel door, and her pounding against, her nails dragging across it, remind me of a frightened animal in a cage. Her screams of rage, tell me she is terrified, by what I'm not sure, but to her it is very real, tangible and pushing her to the edge of her sanity.

"Priscillaaaaa" I say softly, as I approach her, not wanting to put her in a tighter trap.

Reaching out, I touch her shoulder, and feel her body turn swiftly towards me.

"Now it comes, she'll turn on me, trying to tear me apart, as her emotions are ripping her to peices inside."

Her hands are like claws, her ragged nails striking my face, cutting long ragged scratches that burn. Her clenched fist strikes me also, pounding me along side of my head, making my ear ring. Her screams of anger and pain are real, as if driven by a demon inside her, as it rapes her soul...

The pain is nothing to me, real, but not something I have to deal with, her blows strong, but faltering as I hear her sobs.

"Priscilla" I say softly again, trying to reach her, as her assault continues, a blow to my nose making it numb..."Prisssss...."

Hearing the air hiss as her arm swings, I raise my hand and capture her wrist, scant inches from my face. Then repeat the same motion, pinning her right arm to her breast, as she swings it upwards.

Turning my waist and leg, I thwart her rising knee, its deadly blow bouncing off my leg, only numbing it, instead of reaching its intended destination with a crushing blow.

"Priscilla" I repeat a third time, feeling her suddenly weaken, then collapse, her weight limp in my hands. Sliding my right arm down her waist, I lift her body, and gather her slight frame in my arms. Turning, I carry her across the floor, and turn upward, through a set of wide steps. Entering the only bedroom, my own, I place her on the top of it, and pause. Listening to her breathing, I sigh, hearing its weak, irregular rythm in her chest.

Rising from beside her, I leave the room to retreive water and a towel, wondering where I could find her help, if possible in this forsaken place....Had I done the wrong thing? Befriending her, offering her help, something I might not be able to give her, or she might not accept in turn?

Returning with the cool wet cloth, and a pitcher of water, I sit beside her, using the damp cloth on her flushed skin....

Her breathing becomes regular, stronger, as she drifts into sleep, and I pull a light blanket over her form. Settling my back against the head board, I sit on the bed, listening to her breathe.
The time passes, and I can hear her moan, then cry out, her body moving in jerky motion before becoming still in her slumber. Each time I wet the cloth, and use it to cool her....waiting.....

 

[BLACK BART]

YOOOIKS>>>>

so sorry inadvertently posted twice...

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Priscilla Winslow

The dream is different this time. I am a small girl of about eight and I have the terrible raging fever running through my body. Someone is wiping my brow with a cold moist towel and it is a welcome relief. I feel safe and loved and cared for again.

Through heavy lashes I see the blurry outline of a form. A muscular hand is reaching up and applying a cool compress to my forehead. My fog shrouded brain is barely able to discern the characteristics of the man sitting beside me.

"David....?" a half question, half plea. He is being so kind to me and I have to wonder what his motivation is for such gentility.

As I look at the red splotches and scrapes scattered about his face I ask, "Oh my word, what happened to you? Where are we?"

 

[BLACK BART]

David

I hear Priscilla stir, and remove the damp cloth...

"Yes?" I reply, feeling releif that she is awake, and coherent.

"My face? I wonder at her not remembering, trying to decide if I should bring it up, or pass by....

"I met somebody" I say quietly,"A very scared, confused girl, who needs help"

What do I say? I wonder...How do I start?...

"Priscilla, you are safe here, and can come and go as you wish, whenever you need" I start, deciding "There are no conditions, nothing expected in return. Someday, we all have to trust someone, and this is my day..."

Placing the towel on the pitcher, I rise from the bed, feeling the stiffness from the position, and her blows.

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene/Artimis

Jesse I was sent here by my Mother to protect you!

I was also the Wolf that you let in as I licked your poor battered face.

You offered me Lunch meat to eat I refused then slept with you and shared your Dream of when you were ten playing with your Dog and you where happy then.

You gave my Wolf Form a name Artims so I will always be your protector!

 

[Silverlily]

the summoner

A swift pain drew her mind back to the immediate; Raven seated opposite her and a rose in her hand. Slowly, she grasps the thorny stem tighter, absorbed in the sensation of her flesh being pierced. Remembering she is not alone, she licks the blood mixture from her palm and smiles. "A pain in the ass, Raven? How rude." With mock petulance, she reaches for a robe, covering herself. Stretching languorously, she waved carelessly toward rarely used kitchen. "Something to drink perhaps? Or shall we cut right to the heart of the matter?"

Not waiting for a reply, she moved to the sideboard and poured two glasses of absinthe. Placing one on the table near Raven, she sipped from hers and paced the floor. "Something is amiss in the world below, something almost predatory, and I don't know what it is." Stopping abruptly, she added, "I don't like it."

Despite her agitation, the growing concern she felt didn't overshadow her anticipation over the payment for summoning Raven. Not just physical, the mental interaction they shared was like nothing she had ever known. Raven's presence in her mind was a glowing heat, similar to molten metal. She wondered what it would be like to lose herself in that heat.

Silently she laughed at herself. "What flights of fancy you are given to, I don't know why I put with you," she thought. Relieved Raven seemed unaware of her trip to Lala Land, she continued, "Tell me, the victims, do they have anything in common? Anything like age, time of attack, religion? Was anything taken from any of them?"

 

[SexyChele]

Jesse

I try to sit up, but everytime I take my head from the pillow the room begins it's spinning routine. I blink my eyes, but the woman is still there. Trying desperately to concentrate, to focus my brain, I'm not sure if I'm hearing correctly.

Did this woman just say that she had come here before as a dog? But how can that be? People don't do that sort of thing. I stare at her.....how else would she know about what I have done with Artemis?

Looking at her with eyes difficult to focus with, I try to formulate my thoughts.

"Just who are you protecting me from? And from what?"

The effects of the drug are working heavily on me now, as I feel darkness begin to cloud over me.

"Sleep," I murmur, "I just need to sleep....."

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Raven smiles, slowly, at the Summoner's words. There have only been a few, very few, humans over the centuries from whom he has felt no need to hide his true nature. Rhiannon of Wales and Merlin of Britian were two, as were Albertus Magnus and Vivanne. There were others, some of whom Raven only revealed his true nature to in order to prevent them from creating greater evils. Raven grimaces at the image of Nietscheze in the throes of his insanity. Yet, that perhaps was worthwhile, delayed the advent of someone like Hitler until the world was ready to deal with such a one.

This one, though, she who calls herself the Summoner, possesses more power than those, and indeed a potential for even greater power. It would not be quite correct to call them friends, though in some ways they manage to have a somewhat unique relationship, perhaps because they both are so far outside the normal ken of human experience.

Even such as these two can know loneliness, perhaps. And for Raven, feeding on the Summoner is an experience he finds more challenging, and satisfying, than with most humans.

Chuckling, Raven takes the absinthe and sips. As with other human concoctions, it has little effect on the Raven. it is rather, more the ritual of this drink whose core is poison that has meaning.

"Pain in the ass, I think is kind of mild," Raven observes, "considering those first few times you thought I was some sort of demon and tried to trap me within a pentagram. And as I recall, there was that incident with the Inquistion..."

They both chuckle over these memories. The Summoner by her very nature had to test powers, and those occasional incidents really added more spice to their interaction.

The Summoner's tone changes to one far more serious. Raven nods.

"You've picked up on it as well. I thought you probably would," Raven says. "Yes, among other things, there's a new player in the game. She possesses great, if undisciplined powers. Not unlike," Raven says pointedly, "a certain other young woman I know."

"The Old Mother seems quiescent for now, but she has her own schemes brewing. She is seeking someone and I'm not sure why."

"There's yet another, very human, very...off kilter for a human. He lurks among the shadows, even followed me this evening for a while. I am not sure about him. There's a sense of great danger, but..."

Raven shrugs.

"Then, yes, the killings. Evidently not confined to Old Town. I managed to find my way into the dwelling of the most recent and came across some interesting items."

Reaching into his pocket, Raven extracts the vial and plastic baggie and folded paper. "I intend to have an acquaintance of mine do a chemical analysis of this. There's enough here, perhaps you would like to take your own reading on it?"

Taking a small plate from the Summoner's cabinet, Raven pours a small amount of the blue powder onto it.

"Whether all the killings are related, I am not sure, though I feel they must be. Whether they are related to this..." He holds up the baggie, "is even more uncertain."

As Raven watches the Summoner study the powder, he wonders if he should also tell her of the "spider dream". Her knowledge and wisdom might help root it out...or put her in danger as well.

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene/Artemis

Jesse you wish to know what or who this person is before you.

I'm a Shape Shifter I get this power from my Mother but I can only change from Human to My Wolf Form.

The She Wolf is my Animal Spirit Guide.It is at her will that I change only when the need is The Greatest.

As I was talking to Jesse I did not notice that she had fallen asleep.

 

[PetePumpkinEat]

Pete

In the waning hours of the night, I pen a short note; the contents are the same as all the others have received. Too bad the others have left this world for another. I hope that my new love will not face the same fate. My sweet beautiful Jesse. I look at the words on the small scrap of paper one last time...

"Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within."

Quietly I creep to her door and slide the small piece of paper into the small crevice under the door frame. I leave the area once again undetected, slipping back into the shadows.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Priscilla Winslow

"David? Please don't leave..." the words trail off, scared of the rejection he may envoke. I do feel safe with him. I am reminded of the dream and the feeling of having my Daddy comfort me. David makes me feel the same way, but there is something else that roils beneath the surface. There is the attraction I feel. If only I didn't know the shame associated with such an emotion.

 

[BLACK BART]

David

Hearing the tiny, scared voice drives a small stake into my heart, a pang from days gone past....

Placing the pitcher on the nighstand, I reach my hand out, offering it.
"Priscilla, freinds don't leave freinds, nor do they hide the things that are destroying them" I say sadly, trying to understand her, and the fear that drives her.

Past images flash in my mind, a time of love, and great plans suddenly destroyed....The large blinding explosion, and then only the screams.....
Shaking my head, I force myself to return to the present, and to help deal with someone elses problems, if they want it.

"Someday, I choke out the word softly, someday..."

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Priscilla Winslow

I take his outstretched hand and rise from the softness of the bed. With an overwhelming need to be near him, I wrap my arms around him and bury my head in the crook of his neck. I breathe in deeply the aroma of him. The gentle stirrings deep within me begin yet again. I wonder what it would feel like to be pressed against him, naked flesh against naked flesh. His muscular arms wind around me, enveloping me in their security. A finger lightly strokes the small of my back.

I ponder the reasons why something that feels so right can be dirty and shameful. Surely, something so beautiful and natural could only be blessed by the heavens above.

I hear his light, even breathing in my right ear and it too comforts me. All of a sudden I remember the dream once again. The one of my Daddy relieving my fear and discomfort. It is a happy memory, but I feel sad nonethless. I also recall that soon after that, my Daddy was taken away from me. I was told that the angels had called him home.

Regretfully I pull away from him. "I really must go now, David. I have imposed on you long enough for one day. I do hope that I will see you again. Thank you." The words spill a little too rapidly from my mouth. A gentle kiss I place upon his cheek with a promise of another time.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Raven's hunger is becoming intense. As the Summoner stares at the powder on the dish and passes her hands in the air above it, he slips out of his clothes. The wig he wears is tossed aside as are the false eyebrows and eyelashes.

His body is pale, completely hairless but well muscled, dappled by the moonlight slowly being displaced by clouds. Distant thunder rumbles closer as Raven moves behind the Summoner. He slips the robe from her body, his hands moving onto her shoulders. Raven's cock, hard, hot, throbbing, presses lengthwise between the Summoner's buttocks.

Raven's hands move up through the Summoner's hair, finger tips caressing on their way, until his thumbs lightly rest behind her earlobes, fingers splayed, making soft contact at her temples, above and below her eyes.

Raven draws the Summoner back against his body and whispers in her ear as lightning flashes outside the window, illuminating them, revealing the faint red glow deep within Raven's eyes.

"What do you see?" Raven demands insistently, reaching out with his mind to hers.

 

[BLACK BART]

David

Priscilla's words leave me wondering, as I hold the door open for her, hearing her quick footsteps down the hard concrete...

Closing the door, I leave to open the shack, barely catching the morning rush....

Soon the voices and news from others fill my day, leaving little time to think of the morning....

 

[Guest]

Pamela Fox

Priscilla is walking rapidly up the sidewalk to the motel. She has no idea that I am here, watching her. When she slips into her room, I enter my own small abode. I could have exacted my revenge on her personally but I have a better idea to bring her down!

I shower quickly, enjoying briefly the warm spray of water. Reaching into the small night table I retrieve the vanilla scented lotion and apply it generously all over my body, pausing langorously as I reach the hardened tips of my breast. The thought of bringing Priscilla down has aroused my senses and body.

I sit in front of the cracked mirror and carefully apply the heavy make up. Looking at my reflection, I realize that I have no need for such amenities but the men seem to be pleased by the effect. I place the violet contact lenses into each eye and studied their color. The shade matches the shadow and liner I have applied.

I wonder which wig I shall wear this day; laughing as I know that my beauty may be wasted on him. My fingers remove the long, black tresses from the styrofoam form and delicately adjust them on my own head. I slowly sway my head from side to side, delighting in the feel of the silky strands against my nude back. The sexual tension building inside of me is almost too much to bear. I think that I would like to masturbate at this exact moment, then think better of it. My revenge will be that much sweeter with the sexual energy unreleased.

I slip the snakeskin mini skirt up my bare, tanned legs. The leather, lace-up vest pushes my full breasts up so that the soft mounds of skin are peeking out from the top. Black leather thigh-high boots finish off the ensemble. I sneak one last glance at the image in the mirror and smile wickedly. Only in the Zone would a woman such as I venture into the morning sun dressed in this manner.

My heels click on the concrete as my feet guide me to my predetermined destination. Eyes sparkling and lips curved in the evil grin, I watch him from a short distance. His head tilts slightly and his face shows puzzlement as he senses my presence.

"Good morning, Paper Boy!" The words are low and raspy, hitting their intended mark as a smile spreads across his face.

 

[New4U New4Me]

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