Augusta Fern's Blog, page 6
November 16, 2013
Back to work Cian......Alistair and The Queen.
Considering her bath time activities and her lack of self-preservation, I am insistent to follow Babet to her destination. In the city she is a relatively safe driver; evasive is a kind word for her driving style on the 90. She weaves in and out of traffic, like Steve McQueen in the Italian Job or an undercover cop in hot pursuit. I am irritated at the speed I have to maintain to keep up with her and surprisingly I am slightly impressed with her ability. If I didn’t know better I would assume she was aware I was following her and was attempting to allude me, but she isn’t and it’s a revelation into Babet Benoit.
Her car pulls into the driveway of a small house on the outskirts of Baton Rouge almost an hour from New Orleans. The humidity was high this evening and as she emerged from the car, keys in hand the wet spot from her hair run down the back of her shirt to the small of her back, clinging to her skin. She leapt over the three stairs at the front door. She doesn’t knock; entering with a shout that she had arrived.
A lighthearted conversation between Babet and the owner was brief and she emerged from the house, joined by a 12 to 14 year old girl with short, bright cherry hair and freckles, I assumed to be Scarlet; walking beside her and a boy around 2 saddled to her hip. She scolded the girl for not having her homework done before her arrival as the baby coed and batted her chest in excitement.
The young girl sucked in a deep breath and angrily got into the car while Babet buckled the boy into the back seat. She shut the back door and made her way around the car to the driver’s side, stopping short to take a deep breath before entering the car and no doubt a hostile conversation. I watched as her car pulled out of the drive and onto the road but I didn’t follow.
At that moment I made the conscious decision not to pursue her any longer tonight, or any night. If I continue it will be discovered putting her and now her children in danger. I couldn’t justify any of it. Besides I still had a job to do for The Queen.
I make my way back to my haven, my rash decision vexing me further. I reach the deserted warehouse to an envelope halfway shoved under my door, I reached down and grabbed it with haste and stood at the entry door listening for footsteps or any indication that whoever left this was still in the area. There are not many who know where I reside and I didn’t like being known by someone leaving anonymous envelopes under my door.
I got into the elevator to go up to the 5th floor and fling the gate up realizing the wheels needed greasing. I was the only thing in this entire fucking warehouse that didn’t require repair. I stepped out and flipped open the envelope, inside a manila folder crammed with papers. The note stuck to the outside cover of the file folder read: “see Flannaghan, M.”
I tossed the file landing on top of my box and removed all my nights gear to get comfortable for the dawn; I drew up the strings of my medical scrubs and sat down on the top of my box. I opened the file to papers here and there from different time periods; no real order to any of it and I cursed my queen in Gaelic as I began to attempt to read his bio. I realized I had heard of this vampire but I had never come in personal contact him with before.
Flannaghan was a bastard, Irish born and made in the 5 points district of New York by a vampire named Alastair, the King of vampires at the time. Back when the streets of the Big Apple were made of mud… and blood.
In the 1830’s the city was named for its 5 districts or Burroughs, formally called the Sixth Ward the streets of 5 points were named Mulberry, Cross, which is now called Park, Orange, now called Baxter, Anthony, now called Worth and Little Water St. which no longer exists, the streets surrounding 5 points were Reade St to the south, West St. to the west, North by Canal St. and to the east, Broadway.
A tender box waiting to erupt, each district spawned a gang headed by a single person pitting one against the other. Even reaching down to the policeman, who took his bribe for silence, and the fire-fighters who argued with one another over which district was to extinguish the fire while an owner’s house burned in front of them. It was disgusting to see such a beautiful new country start out this way, although it had and would and through these trials and tribulations became the city to be coined one of the greatest on Earth. Alastair was head of the American vampires of that time, while other vampires of other races graced the shores of Ellis Island chose their gangs and acted accordingly in the city that never sleeps.
Every group had different names, words of slang that would be deemed extremely offensive today. Immigrants of many countries came together in the 5 points, Chinese, Irish (many different dialects), Polish, German, Italians and Americans born in 5 points all against each other for different reasons. All wanted peace, a place in the new world and an opportunity to prosper. Unfortunately every group’s idea of prosperity was very different. Even if the prosperity they were to seek had to happen out of dilapidated and condemned housing. Many of the immigrant families packed together in small spaces above and below ground.
The “Old Brewery” being one of these places. The building in colonial times had been a brewery and was a well known landmark in the neighborhood. It was said that as many as a thousand impoverished people lived in the “Old Brewery”, there was great speculation that the place was riddled with prostitution, gambling and illegal saloons. The building was torn down in the 1850’s with the site being obtained by a mission whose purpose was supposed to be helping the poor.
Personally I feel Dickens had it too right, “all that is loathsome, drooping, and decayed is here.”
Flannaghan who hated his heritage for one reason or another was made and hired as a killer, killer of his fellow Irish vampires; for Alistair. Leader of the American vampire community; Alistair wanted no part of the Irish blood to flow in New York other than out of the vampire and into the street. A ruthless businessman and a bloodthirsty vampire, he ruled with iron fangs. No one dare cross him, until one vampire saw opportunity when Alistair crossed her path.
The year was 1852 and Madliene had arrived into town under the ruse of being an immigrant straight from Ireland, as the Irish were coming in droves from the famine torn Country. Manhattan was a dirty place; streets were rows of mud along newly built bought businesses, erected from wood on some areas, brick in others, bars, restaurants, clothing shops, money lenders, churches, all lining the street with the occasional “brothel” or opium den.
The brothel, a business venture the Queen put her mind to as soon as her shoes hit the dirt. She became one of the most well known madams in New York. Going by the name Mae she was the woman to see for all your carnal “arrangements”. She employed vampire and human “ladies of the evening” for parties attended by all types of people and vampires; immigrants, business owners, politicians, anyone with the money to participate and money was a hard thing to come by.
People did any and everything to obtain coin from singing and playing music in the street to hustling or “pick-pocketing” of all different kinds. You had to be crafty in those days, hell you have to be crafty now. The gangs stole from everyone. Ships came in and were looted before there was any chance of unloading. Accidents, murder, could be covered up by selling the body to “science”; another way to make quick money. Mae’s fortunes fervently grew and her name caught the ear of the established ruler.
A brutal tyrant, Alistair, like the Queen, is also untraceable. He is said to be as old if not older than the she and there are rumors of him being the original vampire.
Alistair had Flannaghan threaten anyone who dared consider usurping the King’s power. His tactics were archaic but the community respected him, so not to be caught up in the dangerous presence of the King’s number one man. Alistair was paranoid and with good reason, there were plots and plans to overthrow him in that time. But nothing came to fruition until our brilliant Queen found his ultimate weakness. It was a certain urge that brought forth Alistair’s downfall, his pension for boys was a greatly concealed secret until he began frequenting Mae’s brothel.
One night while “drinking” at the bar, Alistair sat observing the crowd; his proverbial wheels turning. The place was full and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves which meant money was flowing. Mae had it all in her place. Live music and singing, vast amounts of drinking, card games and fights in dark corners; be it boxing, cock or dog. There is betting, of course. Taking all this in, he had made up his mind that he would attempt to get his greedy hands involved in Mae’s operation. Seeing as she was a mere woman and “needed” professional male guidance. Alistair was as ignorant to Mae’s history and age as she was to his. They met secretly prior to dawn.
A bargain, he would “mentor” her in her business dealings, telling everyone that he was doing so, for reputation purposes; his. In return she would provide him with “specific” company. Playing to his ego she made a similar deal. He could “mentor” her all he wanted and continue to broadcast it to the city, however she was free to quietly disregard his advice at her choosing, but he was to at least pay the girl for her company; provided she obliged his fetishes. A win-win situation in Mae’s opinion and the knowledge gained was more than payment enough.
Mae arranged for the King to enjoy the company of a vampire named Samantha, who Mae introduced to Alistair as “Sam”. Sam was thin, a rail of a girl with small breasts. Her hair was bobbed, short and black. She was definitely not the average female employee of Mae’s and Alistair seemed visibly pleased with the selection. This move in itself was careless on Alistair’s part as no one was ever interested in bedding Sam.
The poor girl who unfortunately resembled a 10 year old boy resorted to helping the bartender most nights, serving the vampire King regularly but tonight he seemed not to recognize her. In that time the average red-blooded American male wanted a bountiful woman with robustness and feminine wilds. Sam was none of these things but she was smart and knew how to please a man the way he wanted to be pleased, a girl with an affinity for fetishes.
After a few encounters and known trust of the vampire King Sam began to spread her bedtime tales with Alistair amongst the other women at Mae’s and from there the flood gates opened. The women began to talk to their regular bedmates; politicians, commoners, and various others. It didn’t take long; the tales coursed through the 5 points like wildfire. Of how Alistair wanted Sam to dress and behave a special way to satisfy his urges.
A newsboy hat and trousers or suspenders and boxer shorts and my favorite I heard read; he made her dress as an altar boy. Sam didn’t mind since he entered her where a man is supposed to enter a woman and he paid top dollar, even bringing her small gifts occasionally.
Another downfall of Alistair’s, he trusted Sam. Never once did he invoke his power and demand she keep his secrets. His assumption, of the fear surrounding him, absolved him of any disclosure agreement with her; a catastrophic mistake. An age old lesson, women talk, whether or not you see the person who keeps your secrets as a woman, is your malfunction.
Alistair was conceded, arrogant and egotistical. This charm was part of how he obtained his rank. In those days it was nothing for him to squeeze the head off a human or vampire for his meal. If crossed the vampire King’s favorite instrument of torture was his own teeth. He didn’t resort to knives or guns of any kind, preferring to keep it primal. This also reminded the community of his great age. A King’s greatest conundrum, Is it better to be loved or feared? Feared, was Alistair’s answer. But not with Sam.
After extensive word got out that Alistair bedded the androgynous Sam, in that day and age no matter how liberal a vampire or human may be that sort of behavior was simply not accepted; both sides discontinued business with Alistair, he and his associate Flannaghan disappeared after the lynching and burning of his taverns and general store. Nothing heard from either of them since that time.
Slavery was abolished and free African Americans up north lived amongst the immigrants of the world in 5 points. As the war drew on a draft went into effect and Irish immigrants made up a number of the soldiers being shipped off to fight. Wooden coffins, holding the bodies of the brothers of war, left the ship returning from the South. Irish immigrants forced to become soldiers, clad in Union gear replaced them.
The draft riot in New York at the height of the Civil War was enough to drive all the vampires out of the city and that is just what transpired. The vampire community left peacefully in the night after the fall of Alistair. The human populace still had a great deal to contend with. The poor classes were forced to register with the city and once called shipped down to the South to secure the victory of the Union. Most of these immigrants were poor Irish, resented the institution.
In 1863 at the climax of the Civil War, just days after the final battle of Gettysburg the streets of Manhattan, New York boiled over from the slums of 5 points. Riots erupted into battles throughout parts of the city uptown. The poor violently looted and attacked the rich eventually turning their misguided rage toward African-Americans. Federal Troops were brought in to assist the police to combat the pitch battles but the people fought back. By the end of the fray, buildings were burned to the ground and the streets were lined with corpses.
The American populace that followed the war through few media outlets were shocked and dismayed to see that the largest city in the free world had been consumed in its own battle.
In the past hundred years the 5 points has ultimately disappeared, streets have been redirected and buildings have been erected on a place the entire world knew as a slum.
Flannaghan’s file was full of images from that time, including a few of his victims, most of them Irish immigrants and the occasional African-American. I felt my body stiffen and as I turned to face the window wall I realized it was ten minutes until dawn, I could see the black of night had become the blue and gray of early morning.
I unlocked my box to get inside, the file folder accompanying me upon my decent into suspension. I was intrigued as to why the Queen wanted my undivided attention in this matter and why this wasn’t given to me while I was at the club. At sunset I would return to find out.
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Her car pulls into the driveway of a small house on the outskirts of Baton Rouge almost an hour from New Orleans. The humidity was high this evening and as she emerged from the car, keys in hand the wet spot from her hair run down the back of her shirt to the small of her back, clinging to her skin. She leapt over the three stairs at the front door. She doesn’t knock; entering with a shout that she had arrived.
A lighthearted conversation between Babet and the owner was brief and she emerged from the house, joined by a 12 to 14 year old girl with short, bright cherry hair and freckles, I assumed to be Scarlet; walking beside her and a boy around 2 saddled to her hip. She scolded the girl for not having her homework done before her arrival as the baby coed and batted her chest in excitement.
The young girl sucked in a deep breath and angrily got into the car while Babet buckled the boy into the back seat. She shut the back door and made her way around the car to the driver’s side, stopping short to take a deep breath before entering the car and no doubt a hostile conversation. I watched as her car pulled out of the drive and onto the road but I didn’t follow.
At that moment I made the conscious decision not to pursue her any longer tonight, or any night. If I continue it will be discovered putting her and now her children in danger. I couldn’t justify any of it. Besides I still had a job to do for The Queen.
I make my way back to my haven, my rash decision vexing me further. I reach the deserted warehouse to an envelope halfway shoved under my door, I reached down and grabbed it with haste and stood at the entry door listening for footsteps or any indication that whoever left this was still in the area. There are not many who know where I reside and I didn’t like being known by someone leaving anonymous envelopes under my door.
I got into the elevator to go up to the 5th floor and fling the gate up realizing the wheels needed greasing. I was the only thing in this entire fucking warehouse that didn’t require repair. I stepped out and flipped open the envelope, inside a manila folder crammed with papers. The note stuck to the outside cover of the file folder read: “see Flannaghan, M.”
I tossed the file landing on top of my box and removed all my nights gear to get comfortable for the dawn; I drew up the strings of my medical scrubs and sat down on the top of my box. I opened the file to papers here and there from different time periods; no real order to any of it and I cursed my queen in Gaelic as I began to attempt to read his bio. I realized I had heard of this vampire but I had never come in personal contact him with before.
Flannaghan was a bastard, Irish born and made in the 5 points district of New York by a vampire named Alastair, the King of vampires at the time. Back when the streets of the Big Apple were made of mud… and blood.
In the 1830’s the city was named for its 5 districts or Burroughs, formally called the Sixth Ward the streets of 5 points were named Mulberry, Cross, which is now called Park, Orange, now called Baxter, Anthony, now called Worth and Little Water St. which no longer exists, the streets surrounding 5 points were Reade St to the south, West St. to the west, North by Canal St. and to the east, Broadway.
A tender box waiting to erupt, each district spawned a gang headed by a single person pitting one against the other. Even reaching down to the policeman, who took his bribe for silence, and the fire-fighters who argued with one another over which district was to extinguish the fire while an owner’s house burned in front of them. It was disgusting to see such a beautiful new country start out this way, although it had and would and through these trials and tribulations became the city to be coined one of the greatest on Earth. Alastair was head of the American vampires of that time, while other vampires of other races graced the shores of Ellis Island chose their gangs and acted accordingly in the city that never sleeps.
Every group had different names, words of slang that would be deemed extremely offensive today. Immigrants of many countries came together in the 5 points, Chinese, Irish (many different dialects), Polish, German, Italians and Americans born in 5 points all against each other for different reasons. All wanted peace, a place in the new world and an opportunity to prosper. Unfortunately every group’s idea of prosperity was very different. Even if the prosperity they were to seek had to happen out of dilapidated and condemned housing. Many of the immigrant families packed together in small spaces above and below ground.
The “Old Brewery” being one of these places. The building in colonial times had been a brewery and was a well known landmark in the neighborhood. It was said that as many as a thousand impoverished people lived in the “Old Brewery”, there was great speculation that the place was riddled with prostitution, gambling and illegal saloons. The building was torn down in the 1850’s with the site being obtained by a mission whose purpose was supposed to be helping the poor.
Personally I feel Dickens had it too right, “all that is loathsome, drooping, and decayed is here.”
Flannaghan who hated his heritage for one reason or another was made and hired as a killer, killer of his fellow Irish vampires; for Alistair. Leader of the American vampire community; Alistair wanted no part of the Irish blood to flow in New York other than out of the vampire and into the street. A ruthless businessman and a bloodthirsty vampire, he ruled with iron fangs. No one dare cross him, until one vampire saw opportunity when Alistair crossed her path.
The year was 1852 and Madliene had arrived into town under the ruse of being an immigrant straight from Ireland, as the Irish were coming in droves from the famine torn Country. Manhattan was a dirty place; streets were rows of mud along newly built bought businesses, erected from wood on some areas, brick in others, bars, restaurants, clothing shops, money lenders, churches, all lining the street with the occasional “brothel” or opium den.
The brothel, a business venture the Queen put her mind to as soon as her shoes hit the dirt. She became one of the most well known madams in New York. Going by the name Mae she was the woman to see for all your carnal “arrangements”. She employed vampire and human “ladies of the evening” for parties attended by all types of people and vampires; immigrants, business owners, politicians, anyone with the money to participate and money was a hard thing to come by.
People did any and everything to obtain coin from singing and playing music in the street to hustling or “pick-pocketing” of all different kinds. You had to be crafty in those days, hell you have to be crafty now. The gangs stole from everyone. Ships came in and were looted before there was any chance of unloading. Accidents, murder, could be covered up by selling the body to “science”; another way to make quick money. Mae’s fortunes fervently grew and her name caught the ear of the established ruler.
A brutal tyrant, Alistair, like the Queen, is also untraceable. He is said to be as old if not older than the she and there are rumors of him being the original vampire.
Alistair had Flannaghan threaten anyone who dared consider usurping the King’s power. His tactics were archaic but the community respected him, so not to be caught up in the dangerous presence of the King’s number one man. Alistair was paranoid and with good reason, there were plots and plans to overthrow him in that time. But nothing came to fruition until our brilliant Queen found his ultimate weakness. It was a certain urge that brought forth Alistair’s downfall, his pension for boys was a greatly concealed secret until he began frequenting Mae’s brothel.
One night while “drinking” at the bar, Alistair sat observing the crowd; his proverbial wheels turning. The place was full and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves which meant money was flowing. Mae had it all in her place. Live music and singing, vast amounts of drinking, card games and fights in dark corners; be it boxing, cock or dog. There is betting, of course. Taking all this in, he had made up his mind that he would attempt to get his greedy hands involved in Mae’s operation. Seeing as she was a mere woman and “needed” professional male guidance. Alistair was as ignorant to Mae’s history and age as she was to his. They met secretly prior to dawn.
A bargain, he would “mentor” her in her business dealings, telling everyone that he was doing so, for reputation purposes; his. In return she would provide him with “specific” company. Playing to his ego she made a similar deal. He could “mentor” her all he wanted and continue to broadcast it to the city, however she was free to quietly disregard his advice at her choosing, but he was to at least pay the girl for her company; provided she obliged his fetishes. A win-win situation in Mae’s opinion and the knowledge gained was more than payment enough.
Mae arranged for the King to enjoy the company of a vampire named Samantha, who Mae introduced to Alistair as “Sam”. Sam was thin, a rail of a girl with small breasts. Her hair was bobbed, short and black. She was definitely not the average female employee of Mae’s and Alistair seemed visibly pleased with the selection. This move in itself was careless on Alistair’s part as no one was ever interested in bedding Sam.
The poor girl who unfortunately resembled a 10 year old boy resorted to helping the bartender most nights, serving the vampire King regularly but tonight he seemed not to recognize her. In that time the average red-blooded American male wanted a bountiful woman with robustness and feminine wilds. Sam was none of these things but she was smart and knew how to please a man the way he wanted to be pleased, a girl with an affinity for fetishes.
After a few encounters and known trust of the vampire King Sam began to spread her bedtime tales with Alistair amongst the other women at Mae’s and from there the flood gates opened. The women began to talk to their regular bedmates; politicians, commoners, and various others. It didn’t take long; the tales coursed through the 5 points like wildfire. Of how Alistair wanted Sam to dress and behave a special way to satisfy his urges.
A newsboy hat and trousers or suspenders and boxer shorts and my favorite I heard read; he made her dress as an altar boy. Sam didn’t mind since he entered her where a man is supposed to enter a woman and he paid top dollar, even bringing her small gifts occasionally.
Another downfall of Alistair’s, he trusted Sam. Never once did he invoke his power and demand she keep his secrets. His assumption, of the fear surrounding him, absolved him of any disclosure agreement with her; a catastrophic mistake. An age old lesson, women talk, whether or not you see the person who keeps your secrets as a woman, is your malfunction.
Alistair was conceded, arrogant and egotistical. This charm was part of how he obtained his rank. In those days it was nothing for him to squeeze the head off a human or vampire for his meal. If crossed the vampire King’s favorite instrument of torture was his own teeth. He didn’t resort to knives or guns of any kind, preferring to keep it primal. This also reminded the community of his great age. A King’s greatest conundrum, Is it better to be loved or feared? Feared, was Alistair’s answer. But not with Sam.
After extensive word got out that Alistair bedded the androgynous Sam, in that day and age no matter how liberal a vampire or human may be that sort of behavior was simply not accepted; both sides discontinued business with Alistair, he and his associate Flannaghan disappeared after the lynching and burning of his taverns and general store. Nothing heard from either of them since that time.
Slavery was abolished and free African Americans up north lived amongst the immigrants of the world in 5 points. As the war drew on a draft went into effect and Irish immigrants made up a number of the soldiers being shipped off to fight. Wooden coffins, holding the bodies of the brothers of war, left the ship returning from the South. Irish immigrants forced to become soldiers, clad in Union gear replaced them.
The draft riot in New York at the height of the Civil War was enough to drive all the vampires out of the city and that is just what transpired. The vampire community left peacefully in the night after the fall of Alistair. The human populace still had a great deal to contend with. The poor classes were forced to register with the city and once called shipped down to the South to secure the victory of the Union. Most of these immigrants were poor Irish, resented the institution.
In 1863 at the climax of the Civil War, just days after the final battle of Gettysburg the streets of Manhattan, New York boiled over from the slums of 5 points. Riots erupted into battles throughout parts of the city uptown. The poor violently looted and attacked the rich eventually turning their misguided rage toward African-Americans. Federal Troops were brought in to assist the police to combat the pitch battles but the people fought back. By the end of the fray, buildings were burned to the ground and the streets were lined with corpses.
The American populace that followed the war through few media outlets were shocked and dismayed to see that the largest city in the free world had been consumed in its own battle.
In the past hundred years the 5 points has ultimately disappeared, streets have been redirected and buildings have been erected on a place the entire world knew as a slum.
Flannaghan’s file was full of images from that time, including a few of his victims, most of them Irish immigrants and the occasional African-American. I felt my body stiffen and as I turned to face the window wall I realized it was ten minutes until dawn, I could see the black of night had become the blue and gray of early morning.
I unlocked my box to get inside, the file folder accompanying me upon my decent into suspension. I was intrigued as to why the Queen wanted my undivided attention in this matter and why this wasn’t given to me while I was at the club. At sunset I would return to find out.
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November 4, 2013
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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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November 1, 2013
ANOTHER great review!!!
From: John *****
Set in New Orleans,the heart of VooDoo and Vampire Territory in the USA,this book takes you on an adventure that you will not want to end. The scenes and people are extraordinary and so real at times that you will swear that you were written into the story. It deals with Superiority and longevity. Witches with Vampire blood,Pure Bred Vampires and humans willing to sacrifice themselves for the sole pleasure of being chosen. This story has a very smith flow and moves right along from one action packed scene to the next. It leaves the reader fully satisfied with the Authors ability to put out a first class novel. The only issue I had with this book,and it is a big issue,is that it had to end. I am totally engrossed in the realization that I will soon be reading the sequel. Kudos to Augusta Fern for providing me with such a great read. Thx fine lady. If I could I would give it Ten Stars. What the heck,This Is A Ten Star Book. I highly recommend it.
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Set in New Orleans,the heart of VooDoo and Vampire Territory in the USA,this book takes you on an adventure that you will not want to end. The scenes and people are extraordinary and so real at times that you will swear that you were written into the story. It deals with Superiority and longevity. Witches with Vampire blood,Pure Bred Vampires and humans willing to sacrifice themselves for the sole pleasure of being chosen. This story has a very smith flow and moves right along from one action packed scene to the next. It leaves the reader fully satisfied with the Authors ability to put out a first class novel. The only issue I had with this book,and it is a big issue,is that it had to end. I am totally engrossed in the realization that I will soon be reading the sequel. Kudos to Augusta Fern for providing me with such a great read. Thx fine lady. If I could I would give it Ten Stars. What the heck,This Is A Ten Star Book. I highly recommend it.
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October 30, 2013
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The setting,quite naturally,is New Orleans. The enchanted city where VooDoo and Vampires run rampant. Cian is from another time. A weary,battle tested Vampire who has chosen to sustain himself on bags of blood rather than indulging in the age old task of sucking blood from a humans neck. Babet is a strikingly beautiful woman to whom Cian is inexplicably drawn to. As the story unravels,Cian and others in his immediate circle,are brought to awareness about the situation they are being manipulated into. The un-challenged "Queen" of New Orleans has a master plan that she has had in place for sometime. I do not want to delve too far into this story and deter anyone from reading it. I was drawn into this book by the fast paced action. The story has great movement from start to finish. When I first picked it up,I read the first chapter and after that I found myself pulling this book right back into my sights. I would read it while I was in the process of completing another book for a review. When I find that my mind is so captivated by one book that I cannot concentrate on another,it is time to put one of them down. Needless to say it was not this book. The Author has a way of just drawing a reader right into the story. Ms Fern has a way with words that totally engulfs the imagination and makes the reader feel as if they are right there in the setting. For the life of me I could not see the next chapter coming. This book was totally spellbinding to me. It had me expecting one action and would provide a completely different action that fit better into the story line than what I had expected. This story has everything from the sexual escapades of a vampire to the epic battle for control over New Orleans and the human and Vampire culture that exists there. This is a very good read and if I could I would elevate it's status to ten stars from five but am limited in that capacity. If you like Vampire novels,you will LOVE this book
The setting,quite naturally,is New Orleans. The enchanted city where VooDoo and Vampires run rampant. Cian is from another time. A weary,battle tested Vampire who has chosen to sustain himself on bags of blood rather than indulging in the age old task of sucking blood from a humans neck. Babet is a strikingly beautiful woman to whom Cian is inexplicably drawn to. As the story unravels,Cian and others in his immediate circle,are brought to awareness about the situation they are being manipulated into. The un-challenged "Queen" of New Orleans has a master plan that she has had in place for sometime. I do not want to delve too far into this story and deter anyone from reading it. I was drawn into this book by the fast paced action. The story has great movement from start to finish. When I first picked it up,I read the first chapter and after that I found myself pulling this book right back into my sights. I would read it while I was in the process of completing another book for a review. When I find that my mind is so captivated by one book that I cannot concentrate on another,it is time to put one of them down. Needless to say it was not this book. The Author has a way of just drawing a reader right into the story. Ms Fern has a way with words that totally engulfs the imagination and makes the reader feel as if they are right there in the setting. For the life of me I could not see the next chapter coming. This book was totally spellbinding to me. It had me expecting one action and would provide a completely different action that fit better into the story line than what I had expected. This story has everything from the sexual escapades of a vampire to the epic battle for control over New Orleans and the human and Vampire culture that exists there. This is a very good read and if I could I would elevate it's status to ten stars from five but am limited in that capacity. If you like Vampire novels,you will LOVE this book
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