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Chronicles of Cain

By: Aztek Pagan



This story is based on the White Wolf Game series.  Those that know the games will understand better.  For everyone else I hope I made the world of darkness sum-what clear.  If not then I appologize.

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A dark figure stood before an altar raising his hands to the heavens. His words were incomprehensible, seemingly a gibberish language that had no meaning. His black robes hung over the woman that lay on the table. Her nakedness glowing the torchlight. 

Tears streamed down her face as she tried to no avail to free her hands that were bound to the table. Her eyes never leaving the robed figure that worked some ancient ritual around her. She had long since given up on yelling for help. Her mouth was sealed shut by something strong. She could not feel her lips, it was as if he had sewn her lips shut. 

She was in a darkroom that looked a lot like a cavern. The walls appeared to be rock or concrete of some sort. She could hear water dripping and a low rumbling. Torches lined the walls, but gave off little light. Ropes hung from the ceiling, though she could not see the ceiling itself. 

She could not understand why this was happening to her. She had just wanted a drink and walked to a local bar to get one. She had been approached by a good-looking guy, who bought her many drinks. They went back to his place where they had another drink. That is all she remembers. 

Next thing she knew she was shackled to a wall, in a black room. There was no light in the room and her lips didn't work. She tried to scream but nothing happened. People came into the room once a night to feed her. 

It seemed to be a different person every night. They would touch her face and her lips would part. She ate and then they would touch her. Feeling every crevasse of her body, then they would kiss her neck and a feeling of ecstasy would come over her. A feeling so overwhelming that she would pass out from over stimulation.

When she awoke, her lips did not work again.

The fear seemed to subside after the first couple of days; she figured that if they wanted her dead then she would be already. Although, when she saw the man in the robes approach her, the fear returned. The closer he got the sicker she got. A feeling of dread engulfed her senses and burned her brain. Never before had she felt such fear until he walked up to her.

This fear was still with her even now, as he walked around her chanting words she could not understand. His voice was getting deeper and more demonic with each repetition. With the pull on one of ropes a tapestry unraveled from the ceiling. It dangled down looking at the table, flapping and waving. It appeared to be old leather or parchment, she had no clue the difference between the two. 

There was a picture painted on the tapestry, a smear of colors and shapes. Eyes could be made out, and also a mouth, but their proportions so off balance it appeared to be abstract. The tapestry seemed to have facial expressions, she thought. It was looking at her, flapping and nodding then steadying.

"Lord," the man shouted. "I am here, speak to me." 

This guy has gone nuts, she thought to herself. Looking up at the tapestry awaiting a reply of his lord, so she did not see the blade as he drew it from its sheath. She felt it enter her though, it cut through her skin just below her belly button. 

He jerked the blade to the side then back, opening a wide gash in her stomach. She scream muffled by the skin over her lips, but not entirely. He smiled at the sound of her pain. He looked into her eyes as he placed the knife on the table and grasped the goblet next to it. He watched her face twist in agony as he pushed the goblet into her open stomach, filling it with blood.

Another robed figure walked next to him. "Mystro, shall we hold her down?"

Mystro smiled, "No let her think there is a way out. I'll give her that hope, but nothing else." He turned to the tapestry and flung the blood from the goblet on to it. "Lord speak!"

The blood splashed on the drapery and soaked into it. Blood that streamed down it got absorbed before it dripped down onto the ground. The abstract form in the tapestry came to life, bubbling with laughter. 

Its eyes, which had appeared to be smears of color, now were looking around the room. Its mouth now was opening and closing, mouthing something to Mystro. It looked down at the bleeding woman and smiled, mouthing something she could not hear.

"Yes, lord." Mystro replied. "She is yours." 

She increased her thrashing, pulling on the ropes that bind her hands, and screaming as best as she could. The blood flowing from her open wound, running down the table soaking her back and hair. Her hands were getting colder and her strength was leaving her. She felt her bladder release as she stopped her thrashing for a moment. That is when she knew. She was already dead, just waiting for her body to catch up.

Mystro looked down at her and nodded his head. His hand stroking her blood soaked hair. His eyes promised that it would be over soon. Strangely enough, she was glad that he was here. At least she would not be alone when she died.

Its lips moved more as if it was speaking, but no words came out.

Mystro nodded and filled the goblet again and splashed the drapery with blood once more. "There how is that? Speak to me, tell me what do I have to look forward to?"

A voice entered his head, screams and moaning followed the hushed voice. "Defiler! Murderer! Betrayer! Judas has found you! It will be your down fall!" Laughter echoed in Mystro's head.

"Is there nothing I can do?" he pleaded.

Mystro flung another goblet full of blood on the tapestry.

"The heart of darkness has entered your realm. The Destroyer comes! He will crush all in his path!" more laughter. "Look into the mirror of the past for the key to unlock the mystery of The Destroyer."

Mystro looked down, "Stop talking in riddles! Do you think I am a Neonate?!"

"Compared you him! You! Are!" roared the voice in his head. "Your existence is in danger of ceasing! I have given you what you wanted! NOW! GIVE ME MY SACRIFICE!"

Mystro hesitated a moment. "And will it all come to an end?"

"YES!" it screamed. "Everything GONE!"

He grabbed the body of the young woman, tore her from the ropes that bound her, and kissed her forehead and mouth, her eyes looking into his. Feeling the cold lips on her lips, feeling her bowels empty and her mind praying for forgiveness. Then without another word he flung her into the awaiting mouth of the tapestry. It caught her in its gaping mouth and sucked her down. As Mystro walked away the drapery rolled back up to the ceiling, the only sound that could be heard echoing down the halls was the crushing of bones and a muffled scream.





From lost books of the Bible comes a new chapter in the book of Genesis.....

1

The city of Enoch rose from the depths of ashes,

Its maker calling himself Cain.

Cain created this city in the image of himself,

Grand lavish buildings, among hollow halls.

2

He brought forth people from local villages,

To populate this great city he created.

He lived for years watching the city grow,

He bore many children that were condemned.

3

Cain grew restless and left the city,

His children ruling in his stead.

They feed on the peoples of the city,

Bearing their own children.

4

Generations passed, as the children grew old,

And had children of their own.

Those children growing up,

And giving life to their own children.

5

A new city was built beside the thriving city of Enoch,

A city equal to Enoch's vastness.

The new city brought new life to the decaying land,

New people nurtured the land and brought it back to life.

6

The two cities existed together,

Enoch the city of Darkness.

And Mezareph, the city of light,

Shining bright for all to see.

7

Enoch was lost to the curse of its maker,

Generations of incest and lust taking its people.

The sins of the past echoing in every home,

Twisting all that it touched.

8

A great war began.

The citizens of Enoch, deformed and sinful,

Striking against Mezareph and its inhabitants.

Blood was shed for generations.

9

Years passed and children born,

And children died.

The sins of the past never again forgiven,

As war is unforgiven.

10

Lakeen, the son of a carpenter,

Entered the city of Enoch.

He brought with him the hope of the city,

Promising victory over their foes.

11

The inhabitants of Enoch baptized him,

Making him one with the city.

With the power of darkness in him,

Mezareph soon fell to his dark incarnations.

12

Those that escaped he destruction of the city,

Called him Cataclysm, the destroyer of cities.

His darkness spread out across the land,

Destroying all villages and cities alike.

13

The once lavish land turned lifeless,

The land died with each city that fell.

Enoch, the city of evil thrived,

The inhabitants feeding on blood and living flesh.





DARKNESS CRIES

In this life may things can not be taken as they appear. A man walking down the street appearing to be late for some midnight tryst or meeting with an old friend may only be on his way home. In fact, that same man may not be a man at all and his tryst or meeting may only be an impending victim that he has stalked. Though even that can not be taken as it is, because in this life there are many things that are not as they appear. That man may be a creature set aside from death, a creature that feeds on the blood of living men. He may be a beast in a human guise, a beast that rages into a gigantic muscled creature only told about to small children in folklore and fairy tales. 

In deed this life can take a man by surprise, plunging him into a world darker than the one he was born to. Although perhaps this world was never so bright. Just perhaps this world is a myriad of heavens and hells, visiting each person at different times in a man's life.

Steven now faced one these hells as he sat in his throne. Seeing it in the man's blue-black eyes across from were he sat. Hearing it in the aged whisper, "You have to destroy him!" A sparkle of glee flashed in those dark eyes and a smile almost showed its presence as well. "There is no other way, just no other reasonable choice of action." Marcus Levi screamed in dramatic and theatrical excess. Marcus never did like the idea that Steven was the only Archbishop that he, Marcus, did not appoint himself. In fact, the man had been too frightened to campaign against Steven from the very start. The man was too old and not very powerful. While Steven was considerably young and very powerful, this made Marcus uneasy just thinking about it.

The man, Marcus, looked like a man of forty; brown hair showing much gray, loose flaky skin, and a small frame that supported a three piece suit and a heavy overcoat. His hands and face were the color of bleached sheets. The manner in which he presented himself was that of a wise old English man not that of a three hundred-year-old vampire.

Steven took a deep breath, "He's not a problem to us."

"He sure as bloody hell is! You are the one that fucked up." Marcus said now pacing in front of Steven. "It should be you up there with him. And believe me if I had my way you would!" With each foul word, he cursed at Steven, his head jerked left then right making him appear more like a chicken than that of a Cardinal of the Sabbat.

"I'm sure," Steven spoke as his unveiled the most dread of gazes. "I would be cooking in a vat of boiling oil if you had your way about it. But do not forget whose home you are in Cardinal. My loyal servants may not like the words you choose. And it would be a pity if something where to happen to you," Steven smiled, "wouldn't it."

Marcus felt the blood drain from his face making him look even more white than before. His eyes wide in disbelief, "You wouldn't dare," he breathed. The thought sickened him. Even the thought that Steven might want him dead or destroyed sent a myriad of feelings and floods of emotions through Marcus. Awe, humility, anger, furry, and fear all threatened to undo Marcus's control over his own emotions.

"Listen to me sir," gone was the threats and sarcasm. "Ian is a complex man and I have taken it upon my self to bring him over. But this is a delicate business, rushing him too fast will kill him, but taking it too slowly and you will kill him." A measure of calm was bestowed over both the men. "I hope you can understand I need more time."

Marcus began to wring his hands, "Steven, I realize the challenge Ian is for you, but judgment has been passed. This is not a request. The council has voted and death is the only way, but if you refuse then I must unfortunately find someone that will." The card dealt and played, Marcus waited to see what hand his opponent had.

Steven sat silently for a long moment, weighing the odds. Then his face seemed to drain of humanity, if in fact humanity could be drained, and reason. Steven's already unnaturally white face seemed to change, though Marcus could not find any differences. Shadows collected in the depths of his face. Steven was demonic, that was all Marcus could think.

Poor Steven was gone replaced by this living shadow of himself. Or maybe even more unspeakable still, there never was a Steven only this masked Demon that was no longer masked. He bathed in the shadows of the night like a leech, sucking life from all around him. Even now Marcus could feel his life draining away in this cold void as this Shadow sat upon a Throne of souls engulfed in black fire. Marcus could see the blackness envelope Steven's eyes, still not convinced that they were Steven's eyes, and he could still feel the black fire about the Demon.

"Okay," spoke the Creature in Steven's voice. "I will do the deed. However, know this 'Cardinal' if I ever see you again in this city, My City. I will personally drink your soul. Oh yes, and as for a replacement for me there will be none. 

"I would destroy the city be for I hand it over to any other Kindred."

Marcus was not use to this much opposition and the sad part was he believed every word. His blood ran cold and there was a chill in his body that he could not combat. It was not until he turned to leave, did the cold that had a hold of his being, begin to subside. With each step closer to the door he came, further and further away, the cold got, seeming to melt away.

He did not stop until he was at the door and then, "I'll be watching you Steven Ramos," he said.

Then as Marcus Levi was about to walk threw the door Steven said, "And I too will watch you... Philip Cowling."

Marcus stopped in mid motion, paralyzed by the name spoken. Thoughts raced though his mind. 'How could he know?' Marcus asked himself, not believing he heard those words. Words he had not thought about in centuries. 'How could he know my birth name?'

Marcus looking back at the Creature that was being consumed in its black fiery configuration, seeing the souls of all that it had destroyed and the chill returned. Running up his spine, but it was not until he saw his own face screaming out of the black fire, did his body start to shake. Feeling the dark eyes on him and knowing that Steven was enjoying his victory he made no further response, and simply walked out leaving the Archbishop smiling.

1

Shortly after the Cardinal left the Hall, David, the Bishop of the city walked into the room. His untidy clothes and appearance showed his clanlessness. He was a caitiff. He was a man without a clan. His kind, the caitiffs were very common in this day and age, but one that commanded as much power as he was uncommon. He had rose to power with Steven. He seemingly rose to power on Steven's coat tails. 

Steven and David were not the best of friend's, as a matter of fact they fought for the right to be Prince of the city. Steven had won the battle, and turned over the city to the Sabbat in return for knowledge. David escaped with many scars that would heal and as a reward for his courage, Marcus appointed him Bishop.

Steven never liked the idea of David being his Bishop, but nothing could be done about it. As long as Marcus was Cardinal, he was going to make Steven's reign a very unpleasant one. So he thought. Steven never liked orders and hated them more when they were his orders. 

David walked to the throne and kneeled before Steven. "Sire," he hated the word. "Sire, why was the Cardinal here?"

Steven smiled as David rose. His eyes looking into David's eyes as he replied. "He was here to deliver a message to me from the council." Steven stood and walked to the table that came out from the wall.

The Grand hall was a huge room lined with tables along its walls. The walls were decorated with tapestries and paintings of many mediums. The themes presented in these decorations were dark, smears of red over a black background suggested a vein had just been opened and blood was spewing forth. Eyes filled with pain and pleasure looked back at those that gazed into these paintings. 

The tables were set; plates in place, forks and knives one both sides of them. Glasses filled with water and crystal jars filled with wine. This is what Steven retrieved from the table now. A glass in his left hand and pouring the jar with his right.  

He downed his drink and filled the glass again. "They want me to destroy Ian D'Amour." He laughed. "They say his is too much of a risk."

David was stunned. "Ian? But your certainly are not-" David began.

"I certainly am! This Cardinal thinks he can control me." Steven drank the second glass. "Well, we will see about that. I will kill Ian and then I will kill Marcus." Steven crushed the glass in his hand. "The blood I have to shed for him will be paid back ten fold."

David stood. "Sire going against the Sabbat? They will surely destroy all of us!" 

"Patience David, the answers you seek will come to you in time, and as for the Sabbat. They wouldn't have this city if it were not for me." He paced in front of David.

"Yes I understand, but you cannot take on the Sabbat by yourself! Are you insane!?" David's voice rose as he turned to face the Archbishop. "You must have lost it. Marcus has more power than you can imagine! And you want to bump heads with him?"

Steven stopped and turned towards David. "Perhaps I have gone insane. But you still must follow me! Or give up your right to be Bishop. This Cardinal came in to my home and threatened me! And for this I will tear him apart! Him and anyone that gets in my way!" 

David lowered his head, "Then you will do this alone. I cannot be apart of this. If you go after him, do it according to Sabbat laws. Don't go renegade." 

Steven walked around David and sat in his throne once again. "David this man has twisted the laws of the Sabbat to suit his needs. And this time he has gone too far." Steven watched David intently, "now I need a group of Assimites to follow him and report to me where he sleeps during the day."

David bowed then exited the hall.

2

Ian D'Amour had very few friends among the Kindred and even fewer outside of the vampire society, but those Kindred that he could call friends were powerful and uncontrolled which made them a lethal ally. Among these friends are three that he new could be trusted unquestionably. His loyalty to them as well equaled or exceeded theirs.

There is Alison, a beautiful yet deadly Eco terrorist. She was raised by her father, that was an executive suit for the Pentex Corporation, until the time of her change occurred at the ripe age of eighteen. Her father had sent her to all the best military schools to bestow a sense of discipline in her life, but instead it became the root of all her terrorist activity.


Chronicles of Cain



Alison and Ian met under extreme circumstances. She had been caught by a pack of Sabbat vampires, caged, beaten, and stabbed her through the bars. They had taken her to the center of town, and while they rode horses, let her go and had their own version of a foxhunt. 

Ian had heard her cries and though he was in association with Sabbat vampires, he felt pity on her and saved her from an untimely death. They became lovers for a while, then as they got closer, afterward they agreed friends was the best choice of action. However they both still feel strongly towards each other.

Then there is Hellblade. He is a renegade garou that had a thirst for bloodshed that made him feared among the feared. Hellblade is almost never in his human form, choosing to take that of a gigantic black wolf-beast. He stands eight feet tall and can lift a car with ease. He wields a huge broad sword that looks as nasty as its owner does. 

Hellblade is possibly the most powerful friend he had, next to Steven Ramos, his employer and friend. Steven is the diabolical Tremere that rules over Dallas. He is the Archbishop of Dallas and has acquired much power over its inhabitants. The Kindred of the Sabbat have taken Steven into their ranks willingly and allowed him to rule the city. Although Steven is considered an ally, Ian can not ignore the mystery around him.

Ian entered the city, looking down its cluttered streets, thinking of these friends. He hoped somehow to end the eternal loneliness that he has felt for so long. Even now within the city that feeling was still there, as it has been since his embrace and turning but now there seemed to be hope for a better tomorrow. When morning came he would retire to his room in the Cathedral and with much praying and hope, just maybe he would finally feel at home.

3

Marcus left the hall, glad to be out of the presence of that abomination. Thoughts raced though his head on how about to proceed with his next course of action. Steven was too much trouble to allow him to rule Dallas, this much he was certain of. So he had to get rid of him somehow. Although, the laws of the Sabbat were very clear on matters such as these and he would have to watch his step when he made his next move. 

The law states no Sabbat Kindred may harm another, but the law does say that challenges may be made against another. The laws also state that the act of removing a Kindred from power can be done through political means, as long as the actions taken helped further the Sabbat's fight against the Camarilla.

Marcus was not going to challenge Steven to a duel, he knew that there was a good chance that he would not win. So he would have to settle for the next best thing. He would have to hire someone to hunt Steven down and destroy him. 

There are many hunters whose services can be acquired. First there is the Inquisition, humans that have learned of the existence of the Kindred, hunt them down, and destroy them in the name of God. There is also lupines that have acquired a taste for Kindred blood that can be bought, and finally there are fellow Kindred that feed off the blood of older vampires.

Marcus hates humans but hates lupines even more, so he would have to find another Kindred to do the deed. He has heard of a vampire that hunts Ventrue. This man's name is Maximilliano.

Maximilliano has become a feared word among the Ventrue, because he has successfully destroyed fifteen Ventrue vampires. He strikes swiftly and his skill with a gun is unmatched.

As Marcus climbed into the limousine he pulled a telephone out of his vest pocket and flipped it open. The phone at the other end rang several times before someone answered. 

Marcus's voice was quiet as a whisper, "Yes, may I speak with a Father Edwardo?"

4

Maximilliano walked down the streets of Dallas in search of a victim from which to feed. Max was of Ventrue clan, a high class and prissy clan. They loved politics and stripping their enemies of all their wealth and political power was a favorite pass time. Though Max was Ventrue, he was not one of these stuck up vampires.

Max hated the Ventrue with a passion that exceed his lust for blood. He was a Ventrue hunter, perhaps the best in the business. Max was living in Mexico when he was embraced, the act of being turned into a vampire, by a Ventrue name Makile Johnson. Makile slaughtered Maximilliano's family and instead of killing Max he turned him into one of the Kindred and left him for dead. 

Max learned about the Kindred from a Nosferatu in an old Mexican village. Together the Nosferatu and he learned of the werewolves and other creatures that existed in this world hidden behind masks. They traveled, learned, and killed together for years before Max started his vengeance. Then a Ventrue that worked for Makile destroyed his companion. Makile had been watching Max for years and then for some reason decided that Max hadn't suffered enough. So he had his only friend destroyed and that is when it began.

Max tracked down many that worked for Makile. Taking them one by one, destroying them after he got what information that they knew from them. Years passed and Makile still eluded him. But his search still presses on. He moves from place to place. He finds local Ventrue and interrogates them, first asking them nicely, then killing those around them until they confess or there is one left to kill except them. 

In his search, many people have come to him asking for his aid. Offering a Ventrue as a reward and that is how he met Marcus. Marcus came to him two nights after meeting the Archbishop of Dallas.

Marcus pulled up in a limousine asking Max to enter, and thinking he was a Ventrue Max agreed. Max wasn't afraid of destruction, in fact he awaited the day that he got destroyed. 

"Thank you for meeting with me Mister Max." Marcus was sipping on a glass of red liquid. He reached for another glass and filled it. "Something to drink?" he asked as he handed Max the glass not waiting for a reply.

"Thank you...?" Max asked.

Marcus smiled, "Mr. Levi. Marcus Levi." He extended his hand out to Max. Who accepted it and shook it. "I know you are wondering why I have asked to speak with you. And normally I wouldn't go to an outside party, but this matter is of dire importance. And I am afraid only an outside influence can be trusted."

This was talk that was common of a political figure, Ventrue or not he was involved with them. Max was sure that Marcus would spill his guts before the night was over, or Max would do it for him. 

"So why have you come to me?" Max asked.

"Well just to be honest. You are a hunter of sorts. And I have a thorn in my side that has Ventrue written all over it." Marcus watched as Max's eyes widened with the spoken name of his enemy. He smiled, "I see I have your attention."

Max looked around, getting a measure of every thing around him. "Yes you do."

"Good. The man's name is Ian D'Amour. He is formally of the Ventrue High court. The court, for killing an elder, banned him and branded him a traitor to his clan. He is now the most hunted Ventrue in history."

Max frowned in disappointment, "and what does this have to do with me? I don't work clean up for your kind!"

Marcus laughed, "My kind? Is that what you think, that I am Ventrue? No I am not Ventrue." Marcus poured him another drink and refilled Max's glass. "Ian was on the High Court. He must know something of the man you are looking for." 

Therefore, that is why he was here. Max had to admit that this line of crap that Marcus was filling him was very enticing. It has already peaked his interest. "So you want me to find this Ian for what purpose?"

Marcus's hands came together and interlocked. "When you find Ian do with him what you will. Get what information you can from him. Just make sure that when you leave him," Marcus leaned forward, his voice becoming a whisper. "Just make sure that he isn't in one piece when you leave him. I prefer a pile of ashes myself. Either way, I want him destroyed at all cost."

Max smiled as they spoke. 

"But there is one problem." Marcus pulled an envelope from his vest and handed it to Max. "He isn't the only target that is in need of eradication. His friends also must die."

Max opened the package and held up a photograph of a man standing in front of a Club called the Ascension Club. 

"That is Ian. He has been frequenting that club quite often these passed few years. He has many friends within the club, but be warned those that work there are mages. The owner is a High Priestess in a local coven and the bartender is one as well. Most that enter the club you must assume are mages.

Next, he held up a photo of a man in a dark suit. He had long black hair that was tied back. He wore a pentagram necklace and strange rings on his fingers.

"That is Ian's greatest ally, Steven Ramos. He is a Tremere, we believe he is working for darker forces and that is why he is so dangerous." Marcus looked deep into Max's eyes. "Do not under estimate this man. If you go after Ian then you will face Steven sooner or later."

"If that is how it is going to be then so-be-it." Max leaned back in to the seat looking at the photographs. He flipped through them learning the names of Hellblade, Alison, Maliki, and Valin. Also included in the package was a list of places these people had been to in the last several days. A map was included, which had places marked of possible havens and places of refuge.

"I will pay you expensively to rid me of these pests." 

Max finished looking through the photographs and papers and placed everything back into the package. He stashed the envelope away in his coat pocket and turned back to Marcus. 

"I will look for these people and do what I can the destroy everyone on the list. But Ian is all that I am after." Max made his point clear.

Sliding back into his seat, Marcus smiled shaking his head. "I think you will kill these people. Because I will become your best friend-"

"Mister I have no friends. Nor the desire to have friends." The air between them seemed to thicken.

"But I can give you what you want." The smile on Marcus's face never wavered, just deepened. "I know where Makile lives. And I will give you the location if you do this deed."

Rage surged though Max's veins. His thoughts flooded his head with options. He would leave this car with that knowledge or he would die. His mind made up he maneuvered so he could get to one of his many guns. He would ask nicely then if he still refused to tell him what he needed to know. Then he would ask a second time, just this time he would ask not so nice.

"If you insist on reaching for your weapon then please do. The whereabouts of your enemy will die with me. I will only tell you if you agree to do this job." The expression on the face of Marcus remained solid and unchanging. "You have only one choice here. Accept my offer and the location of Makile is yours. Refuse and you will not ever get your revenge."

Max reached behind his back and pulled his shotgun from its holster. It was sawed off at both ends and looked more like a heavy pistol than that of a double barrel shotgun. "Well, looks like I have no choice."

"No you do not," stated Marcus. He watched Max intently, "And what are you going to do with that?"

"Where can I reach you after this is done?"

The Cardinal reached into his vest one last time and pulled a card out. He held it out to Max, "This has my cell number on it. It also has the number of a message service, if I can't be reached on my cellphone."

Max moved beside Marcus, taking the card and raising his gun. "This is just a warning. Do double cross me!" He was looking in the eyes of Marcus as he pulled the trigger.

The glass that separated the driver from the rest of the limousine shattered. As did the head of the driver, exploding into a red rain. The front windshield shattered as well, pieces of meat and bone coated the front dashboard. 

Max opened the door and jumped from the moving car. He watched as the car swerved left then right, finally hitting a telephone pole. 

That felt so much better, he thought. Max hurried down the street, jumping from shadow to shadow, until he was a safe distance away from the wreckage of the limousine. Looking back, he could hear the sirens of a fire truck and that of police racing to the scene of the accident. 

Max, smiling at the sound, flagged down a taxi and returned to his motel room.

5

The night spread its black sheet over the day's sky spilling darkness over the lands of the world in waves. It splashed down around Dallas in a ritualistic manner, calling out all the creatures of the night. Even now the call was being heard and understood by the Kindred and their servants.

Kindred across the city awoke and emerged from their hidden havens, coming out of the sewers, digging themselves out of the ground, and rising from their beds. The Kindred were everywhere. They spread out across like a virus, feeding on its decadence and decay.

Ian was one of these creatures called from sleep this night. Awaking to the sight and the knowledge that he wasn't in his room any longer. Also came the knowledge that he couldn't move any part of his being. He was strapped to a table that had a mechanical feeling towards it. Also came the realization that his blood was being drained from his body.

Ian tried to hold on to a precious few drops, but the rest was gone leaving him weak and on the edge of an uncontrollable rage that would undoubtedly end in his death or someone else's death. This was not the course of action he wanted, but if there were no other option blood would be shed.

Ian heard a switch being thrown and a motor on the table began to slowly raise the table to a standing position so that Ian could see most of the room.

The room was some sort of torture chamber. It was dark and filled with hurting devices. Shackles cemented to the wall, fire pits, various nail pulling and hand smashing devices littered the room.

"I am really sorry for this Ian," spoke a familiar voice Ian recognized as Steven. Ian watched, as the Archbishop seemed to melt from the shadows, walking past something that looked like a new version of the rack. "It never should have been this way you know." Steven slowly walked around a table with an assortment of blades on it glistening in the dim light. "I had such plans for us." He walked around the table that bound Ian. Face to face, "I have met many in my unlife that are untrustworthy, but you my friend, I never felt threatened by you. In fact it is hard to find friends among the Kindred, because of our beastly nature, but none of that seems to matter in your company. Why is that?"

"Wwwhhyy?" Ian slurred. "Have yyou ddonne this ttto mee 'FRIEND'? The words almost incomprehensible but understood as his strength slowly returned to him.

Steven thought a moment, then turning away he said, "Well, quite simply, the Sabbat want you dead." Steven returned his gaze on Ian, "They feel I have betrayed them, by telling you their secrets.

"Why the look? Oh! I see. They want my head as well, do not worry about that, but you see they can't punish me. I gave them Dallas and for that they owe me big, and I assume this is how they are going to repay me." Steven laughed.

"You bastard," Ian screamed in a loud whisper, "ssooo beetrayy mee?"

The laugh faded from Steven's face, "Betray you!" Steven leaned within an inch of Ian's face. "You know the fix I'm in.. You..you fucking hypocrite, you wouldn't lay your life down for me! Would you!"

Ian's hands grabbed the edges of Steven's shirt. He concenptrated on his words, "Then what are friends for? Huh!" his whispering voice echoed. Ian spat in disgust.

Steven jumped back, but Ian's hands held fast and did not release their hold until Steven ripped the shirt from his hands.

Steven raged. "Everyone out!" Steven seemed to be talking to himself, but to Ian's surprise a dark skinned man appeared seemingly from nowhere as the door opened by itself.

The Assimites were a deadly clan of Kindred vampires that are natural assassins. The have the ability remain unseen and unheard. Their bloodline is tainted though, their blood is poison to all vampires except for those within the clan. The skin on their bodies darkens as they age.

"Sire," the dark skinned man spoke, "is this wise?"

Steven turned in furry, "Get out! 'Is this wise?' He dares to insult and lay a hand on me? Well I will remove his hands! How about you!? No!? Then get out!"

Steven stomped to the table of blades and chose two. Then with a mighty yell, as the dark skinned man left, he threw the aside cause a deadly rain of razors.

"You want to oppose me?" he screamed. Another table hit the wall spilling spiked balls and stainless steel clamps.

"Do you like pain?" Steven slashed as he spoke. The blades opened a wound on his chest, but also cut the strap that bound Ian, though not totally. Ian's assailant slash back and forth, cutting his legs, arms, stomach, and chest cursing as he did so. Finally Steven plunged the two blades into the backs of Ian's hands pinning them to the table.

Howling in rage Steven threw the table (and Ian) the length of the room. "You will die, FRIEND, Ian D'Amour! At sunrise you will greet the sun and never return!"

The table lay on its side facing away from the door. Steven concentrated for a moment and was rewarded with a click.

Warmth enveloped Ian so fast it made him dizzy. Blood rushed back into his empty veins and with it came strength. Steven appeared before the helpless D'Amour, looking at his mutilated body and smiled a twisted smile. He looked back towards the door and nodded.

"I give you life. Go from this place and disappear my friend." Ian watched in astonishment, Steven had spoken but his lips didn't move.

Steven walked to the door as delicious blood flowed into the mangled body of Ian.

Ian heard Steven address the guards outside the door. "Jack." he heard him say, unable to see his departure. "I apologize sir."

"I understand Sire." the guard replied.

Ian heard the door shut. "Jack you and Brain stand guard here. I don't think Ian is going anywhere" Steven laughed.

"Yes sire."

"Let no one in until just before dawn." Steven paused then, "You others go and prepare the cradle. Spread the word of the barbecue. I must see Satarin before the festivities begin."

"Yes lord," they said and vanished.

Steven turned to the two assimites that remained. "Have you gotten word from the assimites that were sent out to watch the Cardinal?"

"Sire? I did not know that there was a group watching him?" Brain stated.

"Yes David was told to dispatch a group last night." Steven frowned.

"Perhaps he was keeping it under wraps. Knowledge like that is best left unspoken."

The smile returned to Stevens' face, "Yes your right. I am sure I will hear from them tonight."

Laughter echoed down the hall telling Ian it was time to depart.

6

Mercedes walked into the Double Tree hotel, her tight black jeans and tight black T-shirt winning a few admirable looks from the guests in the lobby. Her long black hair hung down passed her shoulders to above the middle of her back. Her legs were tight and muscular as was her arms. She had a flush in her cheeks that suggested that she had already fed tonight. 

She walked like a woman with a purpose and in fact, she was. Mercedes survived by acquiring things for various people. Things you could not find on the common or black market. She was a thief. She used her talents as a vampire as a way of life. 

Mercedes was Old Clan Tzimice, a clan whose sole purpose was to eradicate the evil of what they called the Soul Eaters. Old Clan Tzimice was a noble clan with noble intentions. The Soul Eaters also had a clan, that clan is called Tzimice. Somewhat ironic, that the clan that they hated so much bore the same name as their own. 




Chronicles of Cain



Although the Clan Tzimice was tainted by a disease called Vicissitude, a shape changing disease that allows the bearer to shift his entire bone structure to look like someone else. The disease grows inside its victim with every use like a cancer, feeding off the user. Until one day, the user is no more, just this disease that has taken his form and life. Pretending to be its user, destroying everything he loved until someone destroys him. 

Mercedes was never one to fight in the Shadow Crusade, the fight against the Soul Eaters, and she never really cared. Sure, there have those few that have crossed her path and she dutifully destroyed them. Nevertheless, she felt that she would never take up the Crusade as most Old Clan did. That was not her style. 

No she preferred her life of luxury, stealing from the rich and giving to the richer for a price. It was the best way to make a living, she thought. Besides, if she did not do it then someone else would and there goes her profits.

She had a companion that helped her out from time to time. Her name was Maria Gonzales, a cute little Mexican woman. They were lovers and partners, have been for years. They both were Kindred and loved stealing, though Maria preferred the cat burglar technique. She loved the danger; just the chance of being caught in the act of burglarizing a home excited her.

Mercedes thought about calling her in on this job, if she choose to accept it. The elevator ride up to the twentieth floor was a long one. Anticipation built up as the doors opened and two people appeared at the doors. Mercedes seemed a little too jumpy and she had no reason why. She stepped from the elevator as they stepped in and the doors closed. 

The hallway was bright and deserted as she strolled down it to room 2069. This is where her employer wanted to meet. She assumed he was a Sabbat vampire that needs some dirty work done and for the right price she would do it.

She knocked quietly on the door, and awaited the invitation to enter.

The room itself was lifeless, at least for Kindred tastes it was. The walls were white with pictures sparsely scattered about the room. There was a big bed against one wall, a table against another, and a dresser with a TV by the entrance of the room.

A man sat at the table reading a local newspaper. "Please come in." the man spoke politely. Therefore, she did, walking over to the bed and sitting upon it. She leaned back as her arms held her up as if posing for a photograph. 

He was a small man with graying hair, wearing a three-piece suit. His appearance was very clean and tidy, his hair cut perfect and his fingernails manicured. The lines on his face made him look as if he was in his late forties and his accent suggested that he was of English decent.

The man looked up and was amused, a smile crossing his face. "Mercedes is it?"

"Yes," she replied. She looked around, crossing her long legs as she did. "Nice place."

The man chuckled, "Yes, perhaps it is for human standards. But for my taste it is less than adequate." He stood and walked over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers. Pulling a bottle from the drawer, then two glasses, then offering her one. He filled the glass she held with a fine red liquid from the bottle. "The finest European blood for such a great occasion." 

She sipped the blood, tasting the presence of alcohol in the blood. "40 proof as well." she laughed. "And why have you brought me here? If I may be so bold."

"Oh please do. I admire a woman that gets right down to business." He returned to his seat at the table. "Have you ever heard of The Heart of Darkness?"

She jokingly said, "Only in horror movies."

His face went white as marble. "This is no horror movie my dear. It is very real. The Heart of Darkness has existed for centuries. Being passed down from generation to generation by priests in the church. It is kept in a single wooden box that is inscribed with old runes." His eyes were like bright embers of a fire and his voice commanded attention.

"There are many stories about this relic. So many I will not bore you with them. I have found this relic and need to acquire it."

Mercedes was listening and calculating what she thought this relic may be worth. "And you would like to retain my services to obtain this relic?"

"You catch on very quick. It is at the home of an old China man called Maliki. He is over five hundred years old from what I am told." He leaned towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. "He is very powerful. In addition, if my sources are correct he is a blacksmith by trade. I do not know much about this man. He lives in Denver, where he makes his weapons. He comes to Dallas once or twice a year, for what I do not know."

Yes, she thought, the price just tripled. This Maliki was not going to be an easy target. His age proved that. She would have to call in a favor or two just to locate this relic. Then the hard part would come, getting the thing.

"I will pay you handsomely for this artifact. Five hundred thousand dollars is what I had in mind. What do you think?" His gaze glued on her, taking note of every reaction and every response.

"Well," it was not worth it, she thought to herself. This job was worth more than that. "Double the price and I will accept it. One million."

He smiled, "Done!" He poured another drink for her and himself. "I will get you the papers on him tomorrow. Now please lets have a toast." They raised their glasses and drank, sealing the deal.

 FALLEN ANGEL

1

Ian D'Amour made making his escape from the confines of the torture chamber a quick, invisible one. First by killing the guards with the two knives the Archbishop had 'given' him. 

The ashes of the two assimites lay on the floor as he made his way down the hall and up the stairs. He was in one of the torture rooms in the basement. He guessed he was on the first level of the basement, which meant he only had to go up many levels to leave the Cathedral. Although, there was a voice in his head that told him to go to the Archbishop and demand an explanation for all that has happened here this night. 

He made it the top of the stairs just in enough time to duck behind the opening door. Two more guards walked through the door and headed down the stairs. Ian cursed himself for neglecting to obtain one of the guards' swords and for not hiding the ashes of the guards that he had killed. As the two guards rounded the corner Ian came out from hiding and made his way through the door and locked it behind him.

It would not take them long to find the ashes and even less time to get through the door. He darted up the hallway to the service elevator, knowing that only the Cathedral ghouls used the elevator and that was very rare on night as this. The ghouls were probably in their quarters away from all the commotion, none of them daring to get in the way. 

Ian rode the elevator up to sub-level 5. The layouts of Cathedrals were very complicated. Since it was the haven to most of the Kindred in the city, the Cathedral had many sub-levels, where the bulk of the kindred roamed. There were living quarters, feeding rooms, libraries, research labs, and training facilities all located in the sub-levels. Then of course there was the basement levels below that. The catacombs and labyrinth was the lowest levels, more than fifty feet below the surface. 

Sneaking down the corridor, Ian made his way towards the Archbishop's quarters. He stopped only when he heard Steven's name being called out. He moved closer to the door of one of the guest quarters. He listened closely, but the door muffled the sound too much for him to make out what was being said. He was still weak, but he willed himself to hear, the sounds around him jumped out at him. He could hear the movement of the video cameras the watched the hallways. The movement of the elevator echoed down the hall and a muffled scream came from one of the other rooms. He could also hear the voice of man inside of the room, Marcus Levi. 

Marcus was talking to someone and by the sound of it, he was concerned about Steven.

"Steven is more of a problem to us than Ian ever could be. His rise to power has brought up many questions that he can or will not answer." His voice was low and hushed. He was fearful of someone hearing him no doubt. "I am going to suggest that an inquiry be made into this matter, but I already know that nothing will come of it." Ian could hear foot falls, Marcus must be walking throughout the room, perhaps on the phone Ian thought. "That is why I have contacted you. I have another idea that may benefit us both. I realize the you two have never seen eye to eye and it is for that reason that I think this would work."

Ian was appalled at what he was hearing. The door of the elevator opened and he heard what sounded to be dozens of footsteps stomping out of it. Cursing himself again as he realized that he had spent too long listening and the video cameras, that normally he never paid attention to, revealed his location to the guards that were looking for him. 

He had to make his way to the Archbishop's quarters, but if he did that then Marcus would surely have reason to carry out his plan and it would likely succeed. If he left now the Archbishop would be safe of the time being. That would give him time to get word to him and help him weed out this traitor. 

His farewell to the Archbishop would have to wait until the dust had settled he reasoned. Now was the time to leave, he knew that now. Nothing would be accomplished if he got caught again. Ian ran down the hallway away from the elevator. He went into a room used for local packs. He locked the door behind him hearing a scream as he turned around. Before him was an erotic sight that may have offended him if he were alive. 

A woman hanging from bed posts by meat hooks. The meat hooks pierced her hands holding her up as humans may use handcuffs to hold up their lovers. She was gagged and blindfolded as a man was entering her from behind. The gag muffled her screams of pleasure or pain, Ian couldn't tell which. 

Not concerned, Ian waited by the door listening for them to run passed the door. The woman's screams increased and her mate quickened his labors. Ian heard the guards pass the room and move down the hall. Ian unlocked the door and cracked the door open enough for him to peer into the hallway. No one could be seen so he opened the door and looked down the hallway. The guards could not be seen so he moved slowly down the hallway to the elevator keeping watch for the guards' return. It was not until the doors on the elevator opened did the guards shouting for him to stop. As the doors closed he saw the door to Marcus Levi's room open and Marcus stepped out.

Ian made his escape out of the Cathedral very easily, and made his way to the edge of the city, wondering the whole time what had just happened and more importantly what would happen to Steven for his betrayal to the Sabbat. Perhaps the Sabbat would get Steven's head after all. Thinking this Ian turned around intending to return to the Cathedral. 

A voice in a low growl, "Where do you think you are going?" Ian turned to the source of the voice and froze in terror. The black beast walked out from the shadows slowly revealing it's self as it did so. Before him loomed a living paradox. It stood almost eight feet tall, all muscle and hair, with the head and legs of a great dire wolf. It's hands looked like hairy knives. Yet the beast was not in its most powerful form. This form was glabro, half man half beast, in this form he could talk to its victims. In glabro, the human in him could still be seen. 

It's mussel twisted in a half smile half snarl. "You are supposed to be dead now."

Ian's legs felt like they might fail him, but he knew of no danger here. Hellblade was a friend, that is until he became the Sabbat's prime target on their black list. Whether Hellblade was here to kill him or warn him was up to question.

"Even now the Assimites are combing the city looking for you, but now I have you." His great bulk heaved as he breathed. Ian watched Hellblade's tail snake back and forth.

"What do you intend to do Hellblade?" Ian backed away slowly hoping that he wouldn't have to fight him, but his friends have been disappointing him when he needed them the most and he expected nothing more now than betrayal.

Hellblade smiled a many teeth grin when he saw Ian's attempt to flee. "You couldn't get away from me if you tried leech. You know that."

"Yes, but I also know we were friends once-"

"And you are hoping that our friendship means more to me than my service to the Archbishop." Hellblade drew his black sword that seemed to pulsate with energy. "Kill the corpse! Fuck'em up! Fuck'em up!" a high pitched voice rained from the sword.

Hellblade smiled again and nodded. "Sorry Ian I do have my orders-"

"The Archbishop told you to kill me?" Ian asked. Hellblade nodded. "Then why did he help me escape?"

Hellblade stopped, suspecting some trick but he couldn't find any trace of lie on Ian's face. "The Archbishop freed you? Why?"

Ian threw back his head, "Can't you see. Its because he was told to kill me. But he didn't want to and you know as well as I do. No one, but no one is going to tell him what to do. So he did it as a statement. And now Marcus is trying to do something to him. Listen before I left I over heard Marcus talking with someone about getting rid of Steven."

Hellblade's face twisted in confusion. "Then why did he tell me to find you and kill you? And what does Marcus have to do with this?"

"Hellblade, he didn't expect you to find me. It's because I stayed behind to try to see the Archbishop that you even found me. That's when I heard him, Marcus talking about taking over Dallas."

They walked down the side of the road past a thick grove of trees and brush. As the approached the trees something from within the grove moved. 

Hellblade heard rapid footsteps, and a shadow moved away at incredible speed.

"What the? Did you have someone with you?'' Ian asked. 

"No!" Hellblade replied in one long growl. 

"You must find out who-"

Hellblade interrupted him, "I already know who it was." He sniffed the air and grinned. "Yes it was David Strand."

"Steven's Bishop? You must stop him, he knows now that the Archbishop freed me. He must be the one that Marcus was talking to. You must find him and silence him before he has a chance to tell the Cardinal."

Hellblade turned back to Ian. "And what about you? Should I just let you go?"

"What do you want me to do, just give you my head? Think about it Hellblade! If David had nothing to hide why didn't he show himself? Why run? He wants the Archbishop's position." Hellblade though a moment finally realizing the truth. David did want to be the Archbishop and, the fact that David had a score to settle with Steven already confirmed it even more. And if David succeeded in deposing Steven, then he was surely next, because he had a score to settle with him as well. "I'll let you go this time, but if I find out that you lied then there is nowhere you can hide that I won't find you."

Ian smiled in gratitude. "I do not lie, in fact I'll be back this way in a few weeks to check in on you and the Archbishop. Okay? Send word of where I can find you to the Ascension Club. I'll go there when I come back. And please do me a favor, take care of Alison for me and tell her I'm safe."

Hellblade urinated on the ground and stepped in his piss. "I will Ian, and good luck." So saying he concentrated and after chanting a few words, the piss began to glow and Hellblade sank into the Umbra.

Ian turned breathing a prayer for Steven and left, heading north.

2

A feeling of exaltation and power flowed through David's veins as he returned to the Cathedral. David was waiting for the right time execute his plan and now he would tell the Cardinal of Steven's plan and of his release of Ian and request that Steven be punished for his crimes against the Sabbat. The reward for such information would be great, and the Cardinal himself had already stated that Steven must go. So he would request for the right to rule Dallas as Archbishop and the right to destroy Steven and all of those that followed him.

He only needed to get to the Cathedral and report, but there was also one loose end that had to be taken care of, Hellblade.

Hellblade may try to stop him, but no one knows how he is going to react, no one ever does. Hellblade is mysterious in his own right. A lupine of his power and influence should be an elder of his pack, but Hellblade refuses give up his freedom for that power. In fact the power that he would gain as an elder wasn't much at all, Hellblade once told David that he had more power now than any of the elders had.

Yes, Hellblade would be a problem, but once the Cardinal knew of the Archbishop's betrayal there would be nothing Hellblade could do would stop Steven's death.

Even now as he walked into the Cathedral, he ordered the guards to bolt and lock the doors letting no one in. "And if Hellblade shows up, kill him." David ordered.

The guards exchanged stunned looks, "But why Sire?" one of them asked.

"He's a lupine spy you fool! I have received reports that he was the one that freed the prisoner and he was planning to kill the Archbishop and Cardinal you fools!"

The guards' shook their heads in disbelief, but bowed in acquiesce.

Good, David thought, "Now for the Cardinal," he spoke aloud now. He made his way to his room. The Cardinal was still in Dallas, unknown by the Archbishop. In fact the Cardinal had been using David's room from time to time to spy on Steven. This is where Marcus was now, sitting alone in the dark room, hovering over one of Steven's many books.

Marcus looked up as David entered.

"Life is grand!" he sang as he entered his room and locked the door behind him. "Ooh!" he cooed, "Do I have a story for you..."

3

Steven sat alone in one of the grand hall of the Cathedral. He sat in silence disturbed by its presence. A few short hours ago the Cathedral had been thumping with activity, as the guards searched the Cathedral for Ian. But when no trace had been found those guards were then sent out into the city looking for the man.

Of course they wouldn't find him, Steven had in fact already saw to it that the prisoner had escaped in plenty of time to avoid any pursuit. Although when he dispatched Hellblade to look for Ian he had realized that it may have been a mistake. Because who knows how long the lupine would search and if he did find Ian then Ian would surely die, but that wasn't his concern. He had given his friend a chance to escape and if Ian fouled that up then he deserved to die.

Satarin, an old blind Mexican Toreador, walked into the hall. A ghoul, a human that feeds on the blood of vampires, guided him into the hall. Satarin was a local gunrunner and fixer. He found things that most people didn't even know existed. 

The Toreador clan was a clan of art lovers; they painted, sang, and composed. Satarin was a musician and owned his own nightclub called The Aztec Club. This is also where he ran his guns. 

Satarin walked up to the Archbishop, leaving the ghoul standing behind him. He smiled as he did this, kneeling before the Archbishop.

"Over here Satarin." Steven stated smiling. Steven watched Satarin rise from in front of the table that was next to the throne.

Satarin, pretending to look around, shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the throne. "Sorry Sire. You sent for me?"

Steven waved for the ghoul to leave. The ghoul obeyed, turning and closing the hall doors as he left.

"Yes, I have a job that is of dire importance." Steven watched the man before him. Satarin may have been blind, but he was far from handicapped. With every sound that was made, Satarin made a reaction to it, he seemed to pinpoint its location then decide if it was hostile or friendly. "There is a man that I need followed. You may know him, Marcus Levi, the Cardinal."




Chronicles of Cambridge



The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.

I've always been fascinated by sex. It's been a prominent feature throughout most of my adult and teenage life. I'm a reasonably good-looking guy. I don't work out or keep particularly fit, but you couldn't tell. I'm David. I'm slim, well proportioned and don't look my age. I've been told that there is a sense of mischief in my eyes that women find exciting. I'm 40 now and I've seen and done things sexually that a lot of men would dream of but I'm not bragging. I'm not a big head – that's not my style. I simply know that when, eventually my time comes one thing I won't be able to say is that I wish I'd had more sexual encounters!

This story happened at a time when I needed cheering up (sex always cheers me up). I'd had a major relationship break up and was kind of on the rebound. I'd met a girl 10 years younger than me. I was actually trying to pull her mate but things didn't work out that way, and I've learned that when it comes to sex, most of the time it's best to roll with the punches. Debbie was tall, slim and reasonably attractive. She wasn't a stunner, but there was something... well...French about her features. We had a few drinks one evening. Me, Debbie and her mate. Things were beginning to look like a threesome was on the cards as Debbie and Elaine had made their love for each other quite plain. As the evening went on, Elaine got too drunk, and we had to call a cab and get back to her apartment where we were all staying for the night. Elaine collapsed onto the couch and fell into a deep, deep sleep. Debbie and I retired to the bedroom and despite the fact that she said she never sleeps with men on a first date, we slept together. We didn't have full sex, but she gave me a fantastic blow-job and finished me off with her hand, while I gave her a shuddering orgasm with my fingers. She had a full bush and large clit that I found a massive turn-on at the time and I wanted more. A lot more.

The relationship moved up a gear and eventually, we decided to move in together. We found a house and bought it. It needed a little work, like heating and a new roof, so while that was being done; we took up the kind offer of moving in with Debbie's parents. They had a nice big house in a secluded part of town and before too long, we were all one big, happy family. Well sort of happy...

Debbie's mother, Carol was a flirty sort. She was in her fifties and in reasonably good order. She'd put a bit of weight and few wrinkles on but she kept herself tidy. She'd been married to her husband for thirty-odd years. He had his own business and often left Carol by herself in the house. Carol took full advantage of this situation and frequently had 'social evenings' out with 'friends'. It was quite clear that she was unsatisfied sexually. I'm a nosey bugger and one afternoon, having been left alone in the house, I went into Carol's bedroom and found two vibrators, hidden in the drawer under her bed.

One day soon after, Debbie announced that she was going, with some friends to a gig in London. This meant being away for the afternoon and night. Carol was going out and her husband was in Florida for two weeks. I arranged to stay over at friends' and do some serious partying that night (purely to numb the effects of missing Debbie of course). 

The day came and Debbie went off with her mates. I quickly drove over to my dealer and scored a bit of weed for later. I then came back to the house to watch a couple of hours of TV and then get ready to go out. I have very little will-power and decided to roll a small joint before I had a bath and typically, soon began to wish I wasn't going out. I called my friend and made a lame excuse for not going over, preferring instead to open a bottle of wine with the house to myself.

I very quickly became bored and wished that I had taken my friend up on his offer. Debbie phoned and I told her I couldn't be bothered to go out, which pleased her because she wasn't exactly in favour of my hard partying. By about ten o'clock I was ready to chill out and get comfy on the sofa with a take-away and a movie. Then I heard the key in the front door. Carol was slightly disappointed to see me curled up on the sofa. She had left her friends early with the idea of having the house to herself and a nice long bath.

"Sorry Carol. I'll get out of your way. I could do with an early night anyway. I can go and watch TV in my room"

"It's OK Dave. No need for you to clear off. I'll just have a quick bath and join you with that bottle of wine if that's OK. I fancy watching something on TV and just chilling out." Which was exactly what I had in mind....

While she was having a bath, I took the opportunity of rolling another joint and letting the dogs out for their last loo break. When I came back in, I was buzzing and delighted to find that I wasn't looking too stoned! Carol was sitting on the sofa, dressed in her pyjamas and a white cotton dressing gown.

"I hope you don't mind me slobbing like this, but I couldn't be bothered to dry my hair and just wanted to relax"

"Hey no worries Carol. It's your house, you do what the hell you want. Fancy that glass of wine now?"

"Ooh yes please! I've been on mineral water all night. I could do with getting a bit tiddly!"

"What do you fancy watching?" I said as I opened the nicely chilled bottle. I poured Carol a glass and handed it to her

"Oh, I don't really care. Whatever you were planning." Carol said taking a sip from the glass while she looked at me. Was she flirting? I thought I picked up on some signals a few days ago, but I'm a guy and I'm not really very good on women's subtleties. 

"Well I couldn't find anything worth watching, if you can then you're a better person than me!" I joked "I hate this. Over 200 channels and not one decent programme, and I refuse to simply watch TV for the sake of it."

"Well....we could talk if you want" Carol said softly.

I knew she was cracking on to me, but this was my girlfriend's mother...in her house!

I tried to break the mood by suggesting putting some music on instead. Carol agreed and because she has a dreadful taste in music suggested that I put on something from my collection. I went to my room and selected some chill-out instrumentals and some classic soul CDs. When I put them on, it seemed like every track was seduction music. I thought 'She's going to get the totally wrong idea here!'

I decided to leave it to fate and put the CD on random and sat back down. I was still buzzing from the joint and the alcohol merely enhanced my mood. I had to face it; I was beginning to feel quite horny.

"So are you and Debbie OK then?" Carol asked "I must say, she seems a lot happier since she met you. Her last so called boyfriend was a complete caveman, and I think it's nice she's met someone older than her, with a bit more experience"

I laughed "Experience? Experience of what exactly?"

"Oh I didn't mean to sound rude. I meant that you have lived in London and been around a bit"

"Oh thanks!" I teased helping her to dig herself even deeper.

"This all sounds so wrong! I didn't mean it like that! You know I didn't. You're just playing games"

"I know Carol. I'm sorry" I joked. Giving her a quick wink. "Debbie is a smart girl and she knows what she wants. She doesn't need me to show her" 

My bladder was getting full and I felt the need to pee. I put my glass down and excused myself. In the bathroom I unbuttoned my jeans and found that I had a semi-erection, making my normally average sized cock look quite handsome. I let out a strong stream of urine and smiled to myself. I didn't hear the door open, but I was shocked to find Carol's hand coming round from behind me and holding my cock mid-stream. The additional handler, combined with my surprise sent splashes of piss over the urinal.

"Carol what are you doing?" I asked

"I'm showing you that Debbie takes after me, and I know what I want" I had nearly stopped peeing and I didn't know what to do. Carol still had hold of my cock and let my piss splash on her fingers as she wiped and fondled my helmet.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea" I lamely protested

"I do!" Carol said. "I've often wondered what has been making my daughter so happy. Now I see it, I want some for myself"

My cock was beginning to harden under her touch. She shook it to get the last few drops off and her shaking quickly turned to stroking up and down the shaft as my cock grew harder and more vertical.

"It's been a long time since I saw such a nice cock. Tony's is smaller than this and we don't make love much anymore. I just have to rely on my imagination and a vibrator." Well at least she was being honest!

She continued wanking me from behind as she spoke to me

"Dave. Your cock is getting hard. Am I doing something right?" I had to admit. I was getting more and more turned on. My inhibitions were gone and I was really starting to enjoy it. Precum was oozing from my cock and lubricating Carol's hand as she continued to slowly stroke my shaft. 

"Ooh. Look at that" She marvelled "A nice, juicy one! Do you want me to do you here and now?"

I was tempted because it felt so nice. But I was wondering where this was going

"No. Not yet. If you want to play, then I won't stop you"

She let a soft laugh escape from her mouth. "Well, we've got all night!"

She carried on stroking my cock, which was close to bursting. I was really turned on by my girlfriend's mother and she was horny as hell.

I turned round to stop her from bringing me off too quickly and pressed my hard cock into her belly. The juice leaked out over her silk burgundy pyjamas. She stood back. "Now look what you've done!" she said in mock admonishment "You've got love juice on me". She dabbed it with her finger which she then raised to her mouth and licked. She still has some drops of piss on her fingers, which she sucked up greedily. She looked as though she were tasting a mouthful of wine. 

"Mmm.. that tastes nice. I haven't had a cock in my mouth for a long time. Can I suck yours?"

I was speechless. Amazed at the situation I found myself in. My potentially future Mother, horny and wanting to suck my cock! I was intrigued as to what she looked like naked, but it could wait – for now. Carol went down on her knees and grabbed my cock. She slurped around my helmet, holding my shaft in one hand as she greedily licked and stroked me. It felt incredible and surprisingly she seemed to know exactly how to make my cock feel like a piece of steel.

"You're incredible" I told her though my moans and gasps. She took my dick out of her mouth "It's been a while, but you never forget" she said. "You've got a lovely penis. I want it in me."

"I'm not sure I can last too long, Carol. I really want to come, but I really want to fuck you hard"

Without a word, she undid my belt and I stepped out of my trousers and pulled my T-Shirt off. Carol stood up and, holding my penis, led me back into the living room. She took her bathrobe off and held me close to her. We kissed, she had a similar style to her daughter except Carol was all over my face, kissing as if she hadn't been kissed for ages. I could feel her need and desire. I could also feel her very erect nipples pressing into me. My hand moved up to her breast and felt it. It was big and still felt nice and full. I cupped it and felt the nipple. It was like a bullet; exactly the same as her daughters, except Debbie had small tits and was always envious of her mother's full figure.

Having her breast in my hand sent Carol into a different gear. She kissed me even more urgently and as I played with her nipple, I felt her breathing get heavier and quicken. Then her body shuddered and spasmed. I held her tightly as she bucked lightly against me. She was coming. She let out a deep moan and her hands grabbed my head as we kissed. It sounded like she was crying and I held her as she exploded and waited for it to subside. When Carol's breathing steadied slightly, I let my hands drift down from her breast, over her chubby belly to the top of her pyjama bottoms. I loosened the tie and let them fall to the ground, round her ankles. My hand went immediately between her legs, which she parted to give me more access. She too had a thick mound of pubic hair and, as I felt my way around I discovered that she had large swollen outer lips. She moaned as my fingers played with her labia. She was soaking! My hand was making squelching noises as my finger probed her cunt. I stuck two fingers in her and she gasped and grabbed my shoulders. We were still standing, but as my fingers went deeper, her legs gave way and we slowly sank to the floor managing to take her top off on the way down. She offered no resistance but kept her eyes closed and I broke away from kissing her lips and began the slow, tantalising journey lightly kissing across her cheeks, to her ear, then down her neck over the collarbone to her breast. My fingers were still buried right in her cunt gently looking for her G Spot, which as I arched my fingers found it. She jumped when I hit the spot, which was about the same time I began sucking her breast and nipple. She was in ecstasy and her hand slipped to her side to find my cock which was dribbling a massive amount of precum. Her thigh was saturated as were my fingers in her sloppy, wet pussy. I added a third finger and began slowly revolving my hand. Carol opened her legs wide and let me bury my fist into her crotch. She was slowly wanking me and I wasn't sure how much more I could take.

"I want to watch you cum" Carol said. I took my hand out of her pussy and sat over her belly. I could feel the soft, plump rolls of fat beneath my buttocks and I had a magnificent view of her tits. I grabbed a cushion from the sofa and placed it under her head so she could watch. More precum was dribbling from my cock and formed a string between my helmet and her breast. I slowly wiped my cock on her nipple and it glistened in the light. My hand was still wet from her orgasm and it squelched as I began stroking my shaft and our juices combined. I could feel her hips lift, her cunt aching for satisfaction but I wasn't going to give it to her that easily! Her eyes were locked on my penis and a smile spread over her face as I took her hand and folded her fingers around my shaft, letting her take over. "I haven't seen a man cum in such a long time Dave, I can hardly remember how it feels"

"You won't have to wait for long Carol, I'm so close" She rubbed my cock more vigorously now, her tongue licked her lips in anticipation. I was slightly disappointed when she said "You can't cum in my mouth. I don't like it" but I was close to not caring. This woman nearly twice my age had me to the point of bursting with desire for her body which needed so much attention and probably had more in the last twenty minutes than it had for years!

I felt the sperm rise from my balls as her hand cupped them and squeezed them gently while she furiously masturbated my solid cock.

"Aaah...I'm....cumming...Carol!" I gasped as I felt my seed explode from me. The first jet caught her by surprise as it landed on her shoulder and neck. The second jet splashed on her breast and the third hit her arm and fingers.

"That a boy Dave!" she squealed "Give it to me!" she carried on rubbing me hard and squeezing the base of my helmet to get every last drop of cum out. I shuddered and my body went weak. I convulsed with every stroke she gave me and my head dipped forward to the pool of cum on her breast. I licked it up and rubbed my face in it then slowly began kissing her reversing the path I originally took, up to her mouth. When I got there, I kissed her passionately and let her taste my cum, which to my surprise she accepted eagerly with a little muffled squeal. I knew that this would turn her on and get her used to my cum. With a bit of luck she'd let me cum in her mouth next time! When we'd finished kissing, her face was covered in my cum and because she was so hot was already beginning to dry on her cheeks.

My breath was deep and my chest was heaving as the final stages of my orgasm passed away and I came back to earth. Carol was still holding my cock and her hips were still thrusting into my backside.

"I want to do you now Carol, then I'm going to fuck you" She looked at me and smiled excitedly.

"Mmmm...that sounds great, but I want your cock inside me. I want to feel you cum in my cunt" It was horny to hear her talking like that. I bet she'd never spoken to her husband in that way. 

I swung my leg over her plump body and took a good look at her for the first time. He body had stood the test of time well. Ok she was not in the best of shape, but she had good firm tits. A few stretch marks here and there, but nothing too bad. My eyes drifted down to her crotch. She had a thick mound of slightly greying pubic hair, but it was well maintained. I let my hand wander over her belly as I knelt beside her.

"Do you find my body horrible?" she asked

"Not at all Carol. You look good and, well.. you turn me on. I want you to open you legs for me. I want to see your cunt and lick your juice."

"You don't mind?" 

"Of course not. I want to kiss your clit and stick my tongue inside you"

That was all she needed. She bent her legs as I moved round to face her wet, glistening cunt, framed with grey hairs. I put my face in her crotch so she could feel my breath on her cunt. I began kissing her inner things making little circles with my tongue. I could smell her sex and knew she was waiting for the moment I plunged my tongue into her waiting pussy, but I wanted to build her up to the moment. I wanted her crazy with desire.

I carried on with soft gentle kisses around her thighs, buttocks and asshole. I probed her anus with my finger and wiped some of her love juice over the hole to smooth the entry. She resisted at first but every time she did, I moved away from her labia. This drove her mad as she didn't want me to stop homing in on her cunt.

I gently pushed my little finger into her asshole and the others into her cunt as I kissed and pecked around her labia. With my other hand, I opened her lips to expose her clit which was enormous and wet. I flicked my tongue over her clit and felt her twitch. Not wanting to make the sensation too strong I made little circles with my tongue around her clit.

"Eat me Dave. Bite my clit" Carol said, taking me slightly by surprise. I increased the pressure from my tongue and nibbled gently at her clit, making her shudder every time. She held my head tight to her cunt and moaned and squirmed as my tongue went deeper and deeper. She tasted very different, a kind of wonderful musk. Not too strong, but packed full of hormones. Her pubic hair was wet from her cum and my saliva and I could feel she was climbing up to another orgasm. I sucked at her labia and played with them in my mouth, making her even wetter. The grip on my head increased as did the speed of my tongue. She ground her hips in small circles into my face and he breathing was getting faster. I put my fingers inside her and with a "come here" movement of my index and middle finger, rubbed her G-Spot while flicking her clit with my tongue.

"Oh God Dave I'm going to come. Keep going. It's coming.....Ooohhh....I'm.....aaaaahhhhhhoooOOOW" she bucked strongly against my face and I felt contractions of her labia on my mouth. Suddenly my mouth was full of hot, creamy liquid. Lots of it; too much in fact. It spilled out of my mouth and down my chin, over my fingers and onto the carpet. Carol kept twitching and her fingers forced themselves onto her clit and she began rubbing it furiously. I pulled my face away just as another jet of her cum shot out onto my face. Carol was wanking herself and her hips were rising and falling with each spasm and each time she moved her hips, she shot more cum out. I had never seen it happen before and it was a real turn-on. I could feel my cock stiffening and I pulled myself up onto my knees and grabbed her hips so that her glistening cunt was millimetres away from my helmet. Carol was still bucking and twitching but I wasted no time in plunging my cock deep inside her. She gasped as our bodies came together and I began thrusting into her.