0 comments/ 16968 views/ 3 favorites Black Rose Ch. 1 By: ManusNigrumPoet "The woman had no blood in her and the fact that she was also found in a rubbish bin right outside of where she worked stemmed clues for foul play as well as a sick twisted vampire wannabe scare. But when checked for further fingerprints on the woman no actual form of sexual abuse came to her, the woman was two months pregnant with a child and with her body was found with a note written on brown Manila paper. The note could not be brought in but investigators are still trying to figure out who could have killed this twenty-five-year-old secretary from Long Beach California. Reports from the coroner conclude that the woman was Molly Baker, a respected housewife who worked at the Macintosh Corporation. She was secretary to one of the high departments where she over looked numerous banking accounts and the switching of money from bank to bank. Detectives concluded that a conspiracy might be involved with the murder as they have called it now. Timothy Andrews the coroner as well as private detective for the case found large shifts of money in one file of hers as he checked her small office space. Seeing that it led also to a Swiss banking account he also brought word of some well know criminals. The woman was working for a mobster named Mitko Brieghst. Originally from Germany, his relatives moved to Spain, never changing their names and only changing their nationalities the mobster has come to America. His whereabouts are unknown at this time. Mitko has been charged with murder in the first degree. Manslaughter for four counts as well as a known terrorist, proceed with caution as well as with back up. He is a very dangerous man and has been spotted in south beach in Florida. His motives for his movements are unknown as he travels fast through the country. If found please contact your local authorities immediately. He is well armed and extremely dangerous. He is usually seen with four others. One particular is Luis Amalgam. He is a well-known mercenary and killer. He has the mindset of a lunatic as well as the firepower to back him up. Working for mitko now, they are a very dangerous couple. Luis amalgam stands at about 6'2 and Mitko stands at 6'0 Mitko has black hair slicked and with gray streaks at the sides, Luis is bald and well build. Both are either accompanying each other or with a group of four. None have been seen alone. Proceed with caution when apprehending them." He tore the transcript from the copy machine and laid it on the paper looking it over as he examined the nude and cut up woman that was there. The rest of the transcript came out slowly with a low sound of scratches and beeps as it finished sending the mail. "The woman had some dealings with the mob and as well was found dealing with them in south beach Florida. Some family there was also murdered, but how was uncertain on that point. Your boss has recommended you to this case and is allowing you to go to see her dead relatives; there you will conduct your work. Your residence will be taken care of and your transportation to the final destination is already paid for." Tim shrugged a bit as he turned and began to patch her up for the morgue people to work on. Further investigations would be odd at this point however, mob dealings and the draining of blood was a very odd thing, which occurred in both deaths. Since he also knew of certain vampire cults, he could also help aid and find out if the two criminals she associated with were also part of the cult. A smile cracked free from his lips as he began to remove the gloves and clean himself off of the rancid smell her dead and rigamortis stricken body stench. He prepared to leave when he stopped; he had grinned at it. He had become numb by death now, but he was enjoying the sight of it. He didn't like that and it rang though his body that he had just smiled to the dead woman. He gulped down a dry swallow and began to head home, thinking over all the possibilities he had just gained through his actions and his little knowledge of the paranormal. Plus it would help him get away from his stress filled job in California and give him an actual case, he had dreamed of becoming a detective and he would be working to aid them so it would be fun all in all. Then stopping once more as he opened the door to his single room apartment and turned on the lights. He definitely needed to get out and get a life. The night was cold warm as he stepped out of the airport to take his first breath of air. The tropical almost humid terrain got to him as he let it out quickly. It was warm, a slight cringe went up his spine as sweat began to form coming down his forehead and into his shirt, and his back was getting wet now as he hailed a cab. The street life was abounding by no one as it flowed in the pandemonium. All around people walked stopped, but oddly it was not like this way in California. They had a different feel, people still minded their own business, but they had a more exotic look to them instead of the cold, yet mixed look as they had now. This was a place where time seemed to stand still for a moment and it was beautiful. The timeline, the look, the smell, sweaty, all were made to be fully exotic. Everything seemed to want to come out and touch him and he wanted to return the favor. The sounds were the same, yet they had a different pitch, probably the warm weather against the cold one. But, it was a beautiful array of colors now, as the old rustic buildings gave their pale light out against the smells of the people. The place was beautiful and majestic, if that was one way to describe it. He walked the streets, looking from street corner to street corner. The area had the sense of shore, the smell of salt from the sea, the age and history not that of a gold rush, but of treachery and fine beauty. The smile brightened as the wind came now, warm yet with a cool and refreshing tone to it, almost like a kiss from a loved one, yet so caught and catching that it transcends the kiss and forms to an orgasm upon the skin. Warm and hot with no passion save the need to embrace and touch. But it wrapped around the body like a writhing mass, gracing its kisses and licks all over the body, moving through the clothes effortlessly and making its way to the skin. It would embrace like that of a human, but instead runs its own hand over your flesh, making it better and feel good, the coolness from the removal of clothes now makes it cold. The body would then put into it a fashion that was almost beautiful, and yet oddly enjoyable. Caressing, carousing, loving, and so it moved over him as he smiled opening his eyes to view it leave over his body. He turned back as he began to take some steps away and down the street; he was getting close to his new home for now. "Well same as the San Fran. case. The woman was drained completely of blood, all remained in her was a little bit about three or four droplets at best. No actual puncture markings anywhere, so it must have been something else for how she died. Two small puncture wounds however found on the woman's neck, on the right side, just above the main artery. The body was found in a Dumpster, the same way the first victim was found. Although no note this time the victim has been identified as Martha Anne baker, the sister of molly. However, molly was stripped nude, Martha was fully clothed. Found under her tongue was what seemed to be a bullet. However, on closer inspection it actually was a piece of bread. Almost as if it had been stuffed into her mouth before she died. The bread piece was also later to be found out a piece of the body. Or the host as Christians would call it. A clue for a mad man, or was it a clue for some big conspiracy that had to unfold?" He let the recorder stop as the woman lay nude on the rack before him, scalpel in hand dropped now onto the platter and he stepped away. There was nothing else left to do now, she was dead, the woman had a small sacrament in her mouth, or under her tongue, two fang marks and no blood. He was done for the night. But a question rang clear in his mind. Why? Why had her sister been murdered, who was next? He gulped as he pulled the white cloth over the woman's body and pushed the rack back inside the containment unit where the rest of the bodies were. Closing the lid and locking it secure so that no other investigators would be opening it up until they had the key. He walked off and into the changing room where his locker was. Opening it up and looking about the empty room. No one was awake at three in the morning, the place was dead to him as he changed his clothes and began top make his way out of the morgue and to his car all alone at the parking lot. But something was odd about this case to any one who came into it now. First off, there are two bodies, two ladies who in some odd way have a connection to a not so known mobster who is wanted for many things. But what is his connection to the two of them? How does a woman die and now have her family hunted down and in fear of their lives? He began to close the body bag around the woman and walk off to the cleaning area. Stopping suddenly to look back to the woman, something extremely obvious he had missed. Both women looked alike. As if they would have been twins, yet one was blonde, obviously dyed and the other had black hair. It was becoming clear now, the murder was done because one sister was killed and the murderer thought that he hadn't done the murder fully and she was still alive… But that was too far fetched to believe the woman was in the obituaries, it would be a bit hard for that kind of story running along. Something had a connection. The baker family was law abiding, not well known and this would put them into the media if it broke out that they were being killed. But thankfully the shark wouldn't get to them, if he didn't have any say in that matter. He smiled as he readied his clothes and began to walk away from the hospital and into his car, which was parked all alone. Not that many people were up at three in the morning. The sound if the cars chirp was loud enough to wake a small town, but not here. It was dulled out by the noise of the nightlife coming to an end. It wouldn't be long till he got home and would be sleeping, if he could do that. The chirp was loud but was stifled by the cars moving about, plus the wind had picked up a bit, which was good, it looked like nature was cleaning the trash up now. Telling us she is still here even if we burn her and drowned her with people and over population. He had gotten home; the apartment was a single, a window looking out into the city with a not so good view of the life here. But he enjoyed it, it was a place where he could lay his head and that meant home to him. He turned on the lights to the apartment and looked around. No mail, no messages on the machine. Everything was as it should have been save for the fact that some one was looking at him now. A woman standing at about five feet nine with jet-black hair down to her shoulders. A dark reddish business dress, she was wearing looked more like she was part of some big business corporation and was here to give him and interview. "Can I help you?" his voice was calm as he readied the gun at the holster, closing the door behind him, as he looked her up and down. Her complexion was dulled by the fact that she knew what he was doing. "I don't think a gun is needed against me Mr. Andrews" her voice calm with that and he knew what she was now. "Besides, if you kill me then you will surely die a harsher death." He nodded and let his arm go limp as he came closer to her, turning from her and going for the bottle of gin on the table. "So what brings you to me might I ask?" pouring a glass for himself as he turned to face the woman, leaning back on the table a moment as he lifted the glass and sipped the contents. "Your on a case that should not be" she spoke not turning to face him, but her eyes looked him up and down. "A person like yourself shouldn't be on this case, you can't be, you should not be. You already know…" "Yeah, yeah, I know too much I hear yeah" he coughed back at her, she wasn't dealing with a kid and he could defend himself better than she would ever dream of imagining. "So you see Mister Andrews you cannot do this work, this case is not for you to mess with. You're already as deep as it may go." "Why should I care?" sipping the gin once more. "I don't give a fuck remember, another vampire dead what's the use" "No, not another vampire dead" she paused, almost hesitating to state more. The mobster whom you think is connected to the baker family is part of the Lasombra clan. He is their cardinal if you would." He shook his head, confused now at this. "I don't quiet follow you." She sighed now, stepping off a bit before she moved over to his side and leaned on the table a bit facing where he was facing. "Mitko is trying to bring the U.S. down and bring it into strong Sabbat rule. However his motives were faltered when a woman, Molly found out a bit too much from her client." "So Mitko had her killed then?" he spoke out now, looking to her taking all this information in. Shaking her head as she looked to him; a smile tracing its way from her lips. "No, he wanted her silenced, but instead he brought a ruthless killer to silence her." He blinked, this was way too much information to hear right now as he stood up and looked her in the eye. "So who is the killer then?" "His name is Luis amalgam, a very powerful Lasombra. He was brought here with the aid of the cardinal and is now freely moving about. However, that is all the information we have gathered since the Nosferatu double agent was murdered somehow." "Well, a rat finally died eh?" a grin crossed his lips with that as he looked to her now. The reaction was one that only mother could love. Standing she walked off to the door now. "You have been warned, and if you still continue this attempt to stop the killer from finishing off the family, then you will be murdered as well, no one will remember anything and your work will come to a bad ending. So take care of yourself and get off the case." The smile didn't last long as she left and went out of the apartment and into the night. He looked around a moment, expecting to find a recorder or at least a bomb in his apartment. Looking around to find nothing, he shrugged it off and went to bed for the night. There was more to this story than he figured and the Lasombra clan or whatever they were, were in on the deal. He closed his eyes and thought a moment. Why the hell would a toreador come to my apartment and start telling me about all the shit that some new clan made? Something wasn't right and he smelt a big rat somewhere, it would be best to deal with it later on some time, not now; now he was sleepy and it was time for bed. Daybreak, nothing happening as the city life began to quickly turn to working hours for most normal Americans who wanted to have lavish lifestyles. Buses began to carry people like ants taking up a caterpillar and get puked out at the side one at a time. Everything was beginning to be touched now; the smells lifting up from the Chinese restaurant wanted him in there. People screaming as it began to get a bit crowded. A siren went off in the distance; a small fire was erupting as everything around the area was beginning to smell like smoke. Fire hydrants began to shout out their loud and boisterous sirens now. Drowning out the world's noise just to get by. All around the sounds of day was keeping him from sleep. Fucking assholes never let anyone sleep. Damnit might as well go out for a walk. He stepped out side from his apartment building and looked around at the world. Greatness at its worst as people passed him, trying to forget that the world was dying. Trying to forget that each day seemed to get a bit hotter and that each day some where in the world another animal was dying faster than they could breath. Ignorance at its finest and no one gave a damn. This was the modern world, but through every catastrophe there was always the person that tried to make it better. Preaching that we must stay together and make our world safe to live in. and that person was easily dismissed by critiques that were from the technocracy, saying that they were working on it. He stopped at an old woman with her grand daughter, watching them walk slowly through the midst of chaos. They were unaware that the world was closing in on them and that they were going to die. Be recycled back into the great wheel that turns. But they didn't care, they were happy and they were the backbone to modern society as a whole. Nothing was getting to them as the old woman let the small hand go. The small pig tails the girl had, he rosy cheek and an innocent smile. That was the biggest lie, yet as of right now it was the truth. The little girl was happy and nothing could stop that from changing. But the woman seemed to feed from her life, gaining happiness through her grand daughter's joy. His lips pursed as he passed them, time corrected itself as he went by them, dodging the girl as she skipped closer to him and passing the old woman who never brought her eyes up from the youth. He sighed and smiled, looking back in front of him. It was beautiful as he thought about it, life in its fullest, yet it was also a beginning to another beginning. Life was just a part of the wheel, but not for the girl and her grandmother. They were not made for it as of right now, they were outside its boundaries and they were happy in this gothic and industrial world that had swallowed up hope for everyone. "Let me get a mocha and a crab claw… or whatever that thing is" he pointed at a sandwich from one of the local deli's. The waitress behind the counter was young. She had the look of being in her prime, yet her young and cocky attitude gave it away as she handed him his mocha and then the sandwich. An older boy walked into the deli now and smiled. He turned and looked just before receiving his change from the girl and then she went over to him. A smile turned from both of them as they hugged and greeted each other with deep and wet kisses. He grinned, the boy seemed to have something in his pockets and they shined through as Tim sat down and pulled out a lucky strike. The small package of cigarettes was almost empty as he lit the fag and glanced back to the couple. Debauchery was a word that could be best described right now, but it wasn't needed. The two were in love, something you don't find that often. Something is wrong though… He looked to the girl once over, she seemed okay. Her movements were slow, yet they held full as she took a few steps away and went to help out another customer. He blinked and looked off into the distance before looking back and taking a drag from the cigarette. Looking back to the boy and glancing down at his shoes. Boots your normal punk rocker as it seemed, minus the Mohawk and the chains. But, he did have something to tell her and she had the same. The grin widened around him lips and he stared at them, curiosity breaking free from him. She was pregnant, that was the most obvious thing she could have said. The boy's face turned from a smile then into a frown as the realization that he could not support the thing. The girl's face changed as she looked down, damn this was turning into a soap and he loved it. The guy turned, not revealing his secret; his was far worse than she could have imagined and when she finds out it will be too late. He shrugged and took another puff of the stogie. He wanted to find out what his secret was and a little help from his innate abilities was the correct time for this. He closes his eyes and puffed on the fag, the smoke filling his lungs as he tapped into a source of change. Life magic was a good thing right now as he opened his eyes. The flow of certain things was occurring and he saw what his secret was. The life scan was a well-known rote to use and he used it through an odd form but it worked. The smoke from his fag filled his lungs and gave him the sensations, but it was the thought of its end that fueled the affect. Death by smoking was in his mind and through death there was life. Black Rose Ch. 1 Oh shit, she was in trouble… the boy was dying of aids. How sweet and romantic… His eyes moved tot he girl as he lifted the little sandwich to his mouth and chopped down on it. The thing tasted like paper, but it was gonna fill him up. His eyes were locked on her as the boy left the store angered. This was funny, but it was a drama played out many times before. The woman was now in tears as she moved to the counter once more and looked for anyone who could at least get an order in before she was gonna break. But that could not be, she ran outside and began to scream now as her makeup was beginning to drag down her eyes. He looked down and took another bite from it, as he felt disgusted now. The sandwich was groggy and making him sick. Standing up and moving out of the café, he walked over to her. His cigarette almost dead, he puffed on it and flicked it away then looked to her. Pulling another free as he walked over to her with a smile. Offering her one with a smile as he tilted his head. She shook her head as she stepped away from him. Lighting the new cigarette and looking around this hot day. Beginning to walk away from her as he began his journey to the library. It was time for some life searches and a check up on which the Baker family had dealings with. Maybe later, right now, it was time to eat something and get a good nights rest. Tonight was the perfect night, not now. Black Rose Ch. 2 "I should kill the guy right?" the words spoke out like a whisper yet in the loud scope of the club it was dimmed out and tortured. The young partygoers moved around the dance floor like writhing beasts, sweaty and hot with the stench of decay fast. The mirrors on the walls were now clouded as smoke filled the air and mingled with the mind. In the bathrooms kids were shooting up and enjoying themselves too well, never considering the predator's eyes watching them. "Don't, wait a few more days, the investigator will find no one" a voice responded with a calm and soothing manner. "Besides, he is going nowhere fast. The case will be closed before you know it Luis, so calm down and enjoy the cattle moving about and choose one to feast on." The figure moved around to some of the tables where women occupied single sexed tables. He smiled and began light conversation. This was something he rarely did and was now performing this mortal trick with slight ease as he began to speak with a brunette of the group. Sitting with them now and began to laugh a bit as the brunette was in awe at this man. This bald, dark toned and slick man, who had joined a conversation with them just as quickly as he had walked to their table. Taking all their intrigue about him and making it seem like he enjoyed the company. Taking in all their problems and almost becoming one of the girls at first. Until a song broke out from the DJ. and they moved out from the table. The brunette taking Luis' hand and escorting him to the dance floor where he proceeded to feed from her openly as he had walked up. She draped herself around him hanging on the kiss, suckling him back as she moaned gently under the beaming sounds of the music. Mitko went slack in his chair, watching this act with a slight hint of anger in his tone. The waitress coming over and placing the greenish drink lit with fruits and berries. He paid no attention to her as he watched Luis dancing with the limp girl who was now trying to catch her breath. She was rubbing herself against the unknown predator. Trying to arouse him as he had done to her, pleasing him, as he was sated with her vitae. He was marvelous with the woman; death and life seemed to join as he kissed the woman gently. Like death looming over life; the women surrounded him now. All were gracing him, each were taking their time as he kissed one then another. Making each groan and moan with ecstasy as his kiss fed him till he was a glutton with mingled blood. Satisfied with them and yearning for more. He pulled one close and began to walk out now, the others wrapping their arms around him as they all left the building and left off into the night. "Should this be a mystery when he should be home?" Mitko asked himself. All in all, this was Luis' way of rebelling against his lover. How it would be odd that two men should love each other as passionately as most normal couples do. With the added fact that Luis was his child, this would be a very bad situation if Luis should take the manus nigrum away from him. But it couldn't happen, it would never happen, Luis was his and no one else would Luis go to but him. He smiled his eyes closing slowly and opening as the world around him was ignored and he went into a solemn contemplation moment. "Fuck" Tim spoke under his breath as he looked over the records within the library. Nothing was found on the baker family. They had been law-abiding citizens since they migrated here in the 1930's everything they had done. They were the perfect dysfunctional family. The father had been a drunk; the mother had gone into writing and was living fairly well in Montana. But the daughters were dead now and the parents were grieving for their deaths. Trying to figure out who murdered them and if he didn't find out who done it, he would be toast. Time for a little snooping He moved outside of the library and began to walk down to the nightlife. It was going to have to be one of those nights where he would have to find out for himself where the killers were. If at all they would meet him and kill him before he even got close. Concentrate on it Tim… keep your mind clear and all will be okay. He thought to himself as he walked to a club, lifting a friendly rote to hide himself fairly well with his body magic and his fate magic. He moved to the bar of the club and looked around, his little rote was about to wear off when he walked to the bar and ordered a drink. Sipping at it and looking around as people in the VIP booth were chattering away. He looked down and at them a bit. Closing his eyes and lighting a lucky strike. He puffed on the smoke coming into his lungs, how appropriate he used his walking stick still. He was going to need it and he did as he checked around for who was dead and who wasn't. The energies came to his sensations as he looked at the VIP table once more. Bingo, vampires and they came in flocks. He smiled and watched them a moment before moving to go to the bathroom. He stood from the little poor table and began to walk his way over; the men were dancing softly and slowly to the beat of the music. The ideal tastes were dull to him as he looked around the place. People were dead, they were all dead, and they just didn't know it yet with the two freaks wandering the place. But time was running out and he felt that kick in his gut, that kick that drives men to kill. He felt the yearning sensations fill him, as he smelled it like a clear sunrise. He glanced to the side now and saw a man sitting in the corner, a second glance and he was covered over by the young lass with him now. The old bastard was beginning to let that blue pill kick in, he felt the heart beat in the man speed up like a rush from an orgasm. The man was smiling happily as he felt that little blue pill fills its work and keeps him breathing for the little tart. A grin crossed his lips as he let himself go and allowed his inner urges to take control, the man was going to die now. With a little blink and a wrinkle of his nose he sneezed and leaned forward, a little random focus he used to start the little good death. The old man heeled forward and began to loose his breath. He was cackling now as the woman on top of him began to get scared. Tim smiled and watched as the man died. The old fiend that had fed off the youth of the small ladies around him, the freak that constantly hounded young women into his lair was now dying from the same breath he stole from them. Tim grinned as he began to push the door open slightly, the mans soul was being ripped from him. Simple little tricks he thought, the man would be placed as a heart attack victim. His heart had given up, add that to the fact that the old man used Viagra, that little pill which was supposed to be used to aid in the cardiovascular system. Now it was his own fault. He smiled again and watched as the young woman began to let out scared whimpers to the crowd, the security came in and began to work their magic taking him out and letting the medical units take care of him. As for the night, the nightlife went on as usual. Tim was grinning wider as he turned his attention to the bathroom he was about to enter. He didn't have a full description of which Mitko and Luis hung out with, but knowing their charts and their kind, he thought they would hang out with the life scene. He began to wonder now as time slowed down for him to recollect on the spell he had cast. The spell was called the little good death; of course he gave it a little twist. Using life magic he controlled the living matter of the person, in this case the heart. Add the knowledge that the man probably used Viagra to get his ancient dick up and hard, he put two and two together. Life magic would aid in the heartbeat to become irregular and entropy magic to gain the insight that the old fool used Viagra and this time used too much. The tart with him would unfortunately lose her rights to use the credit cards he gave her, such a sad thing really; he didn't care for shit. Now add life magic and entropy magic, one controls life patterns, the other controls probability, entropy on its base form controls the luck of the draw. Luck paid nothing to this winning hand as Tim simply incorporated a higher knowledge of the magic. He used it because he could predict the time of death of certain individuals around him, in this case, the sleazy no good old man who paid hookers to be his lap bitches. Now mingle Tim's hatred towards old men and how they should be killed, then you have a very powerful killer. Tim was of a group of killers anyway. He was part of a group known as the Euthanatoi, a tradition of wizards or mages as they called themselves. These men and women were the soul powers in death, controlling the power over entropy, the change of luck and the power over probability. Such an odd thing as well they carried with them a curse. The curse of jhor, its what happens when your around death too much. You begin to live and breathe death; he was at a stage where death was joyous to him. He liked the sight of death and he could tell when a person should die. In this case, it makes him a psychotic killer, just like the vampires he was hunting down. Bad thing is, he would probably end up killing more innocent than he would kill the monsters. How he watched and enjoyed it. He blinked out of it and looked down… oh shit, went through his head now, the quick moment of realization occurs when you suddenly get the kick in the ass. He had just killed someone out of sheer joy, he turned pale and shoved into the bathroom now scared and about to puke over his subconscious take over. Black Rose Ch. 3 A moan and a groan were made in the bathroom stalls. A woman and a guy were in one of them and they were getting it on like a pack of wild cats fucking in the bushes. People were not caring as it seemed, it didn’t bother Tim that much as he walked into one stall next to them and pulled down his pants to think and fake out those who would try to harm him o contact him. Tricks of the trade he learned from his mentor. But they were getting louder; the girl had kicked at the door now as the man was hacking up a hairball as he shoved inside her. Shit they are loud… fucking kids. The thought crossed his mind as he stepped out and looked about the now filling stalls. The woman was growling as the guy was giving her the good old fashion fucking. He began to wash his hands as the man started to cackle a bit and then he started to let out barking noises so it seemed. Tim turned and looked at the stall as others came in and smiled hearing the couple go at it in public. A bald man came in and washed his face clean of lipstick and looked over to Tim in the reflection in the mirror. Tim didn’t notice until their eyes met, brown eyes to green, that blink of a cocky grin came up from the bald man as he nodded and motioned with a hand back to the closed door stall. Tim nodded and shrugged it off as he looked back and smiled in response. The door kicked open as the woman stood up letting the guy drop down to the white tiled floor. The girl fixed her tank top as she pinched her nipple and smiled to the other men in the bathroom. Tim smiled to her as she walked over and began to wash her hands and wipe her face clean of her lipstick smears. Tim looked down as he whipped his hands to throw off some water and walk away to the paper towels now. As he walked back to the booming music now, he looked around as a tall man bumped into him, a man with gray hair down to his shoulders with black streaks and pale skin. Tim blinked thinking he saw a ghost just there and watched the figure move into the bathroom. As the door closed the girl stepped out and shoved into Tim pushing him aside with a little shove. She walked over to what seemed to be her boyfriend as he opened his arm up to her and tucked her in his grip and they walked away. It was an odd night right now and he needed to get some rest. Luis smiled as he saw Mitko enter the bathroom now, the girl had just stepped out and he laughed a little as he looked back tot he dead man on the bathroom floor. It was fun being in Florida when the time was right and you could hear the death screams in the air. Mitko grinned at the dead guy and held in a chuckle. Both men looked about the room and saw that the place was beginning to clear out now. Wrapping his arm around Luis and kissing him softly, the other man held his arms around him. Pulling Mitko closer and letting his tongue slide into his mouth as they danced in each other’s mouths. The feeling of a blood rush was all over as both men were held tight in a grasp no one could break. Mitko licked at Luis’ lower lip before a fang came down into his tongue letting blood trickle down his cheek. Luis opened his eyes wider as he cupped his lips over the open cut and began to suckle at Mitko's cut lip. Like a little beast inside both men started to dance together, Luis lifting Mitko up and setting him on the sink counter. Tearing his shirt open and licking down the pale flesh of Mitko's chest. The wet sounds of kissing were made as Mitko closed his eyes. Letting the feelings run over his body like a torn rush. He opened his eyes to the sound of his pants being pulled down. Luis’ head resting against an organ that was being fondled like a child. Gently touching his organ and cupping his lips over the manhood, then the wet suckling sounds like a baby were heard. Mitko's eyes closed now as he felt the hard suction of Luis begins. Spreading his legs wider now as he let Luis drink him from his growing organ. Letting blood swell into it giving it life and letting it harden in Luis' mouth. He opened his eyes as Luis looked up to him, in a blur Luis tore through flesh and let the spray of blood fill his mouth. Swallowing in every drop as Mitko let out a groan of agony which mingled with lust. The mirror broke as Mitko sat back and pressed against it harder now. Mitko's hands lifted up to feel that baldhead of Luis’, feeling the prickly feel of hair. Another groan as Mitko opened his mouth to moan now. Luis looked up and sighed, blood seeping out of his mouth now, his green eyes looking up to Mitko. Luis stood up now; Mitko leaned forward as glass fell down and shattered a bit more. Kissing his lover passionately and digging his fangs into Luis’ throat like a ravaging beast. Luis bent and broke as Mitko drank as much as he could until the blinding madness of the rush came over him. Luis smiled as they kissed one last time now. The night had just started for them and now was the time to have fun and set the city on fire. The prince was gonna enjoy that now wasn’t she. It was time to show the prince that the shadows are here and that her time as prince has come to an end. Sasha let out a little squeak as the guy shoved his manhood into her, slamming her into the bathroom stall and tearing at her panties. Shit he was a strong bastard, he let his hands roam over her tank top and then pushed her breasts out in popping motions, her nipples perking up in her cold state, he smiled as he felt her groan and twist in his arms. She smiled as her black hair started to fall over her eyes now. He liked how she wrapped her legs around him; he was such a sport as he started to pump her. She didn’t care that he was fucking her without a condom, she didn’t care that he was a sleazy prick. She was gonna have fun. Another shove and he was groaning now, she closed her eyes as she leaned back onto the wall now; her breasts bouncing up and down at his pace. She let out a loud moan as she felt him begin to throb now, she knew he was gonna cum. A smile crossed her lips as she looked up at him; he was sweating now. He was smelly; he smelled like flesh, he was groaning now as he was pounding his hard cock into her over and over and over. Pounding harder as he worked his cum out and onto her. She sat up and wrapped her arms around him now, kicking at the side of the stall, she was hopping up on him, letting her tits bounce in front of him. He started to get louder now as he made that stupid face of pain. That pain face when you were about to shoot your load off. She leaned down now and bit him hard now, pinching fangs into him so fast that he felt his own body give. In a blink he was spraying his full load into her now as he screamed out in agony. She held onto him tighter as she moaned in his shoulder. He was pulling at her hair now to get her off of him, but she was stronger. He was now trying to scream for help, as he was cumming harder inside her still, her tight body began to get cold now as she fed from him violently. She moaned louder as she bit down harder now, tearing off a chunk of his neck now. She spat it out as blood sprayed out but she caught it and suckled harder now. Sucking him dry like a spider, she held him close in her web and now as the fly was dying, she too felt death grip her. Swallowing hard as she let him drop onto the door with a thud and then opening it. He fell back and hit the tile floor hard. She looked about, as no one seemed to care or mind that the guy was dead. Fixing her tank top and walking over to the sink as she cleaned her face and made sure the fucker didn’t tear her panties too much. She then turned and started to walk out of the bathroom now, shoving the guy who she saw at the sink and walking to Travis as he held his hand out to her now. It was now time to go out and have some fun with the pack. Sasha was a young girl who was a perfect killer… psychotic… but fun. He glanced over to her as she opened the door of the club and shoved another man out of the way. She didn’t care anymore that she was once human, she didn’t care anymore that she could never be normal. She enjoyed it, the rush, the feeling of blood spray in your mouth and fills you like a sponge. Black hair down to her shoulders, her skin paled from the few years she had been dead. How lovely her green eyes glinted in the moonlight. The smile she made could send evil to even blush at her innocence. He smiled inside knowing that she was his forever. She looked back at him as he followed slowly, the moonlight giving her a blue hue as he watched her start to dance. She was a child of the night, perfection as a predator gave her powers beyond mortality. She turned and smiled to him now, offering her hand to him, as she stood alone under the streetlight. “I told you not to look at me like that” she spoke softly as she glared at him, her hand offered out. “I can smell fear in anyone, I smell fear and lust near by. I want to kill a woman tonight.” She grinned as she turned around; her blood began to move inside her as she tapped into one of the numerous vampire gifts she had been blessed with. In a second she was gone, blasting up the street in a blink as she sniffed out a couple that was in a car just up the street. She could hear them perfectly; she could smell the girl’s heat. Black Rose Ch. 4 He looked down at the wooden floor as she fed slowly on a young boy. He felt like gulping down and trying to move away but knew that he would die if he even tried to disobey. Mistress as she was known loved to play games and loved to change the world in a slight manner. Now since the first pawns were moved, she had to think of a strategy for the game to be. Her opponent was Master Claus, a well known elder and a very old bastard who loved to play games. But the U.S. was his town and mistress Estelle was visiting. She smiled as Billy knelt still as a corpse. The room was pitch black, but they could see the pillows of her bed, the door and the blood doll between her legs trying to lick her clit to make her moan or at least warm up. She smiled to Billy as she felt the boys tongue deep inside her, but it helped relax her when she needed it, she had to think now on how and who were being used to fight the game. She had her fighters at the ready. Luis amalgam, a very powerful and strong vampire who was almost as old as she was. Mitko, Luis' lover who was a leader in some respects to the Lasombra clan. Sasha, Mitko's personal assassin, she could kill anything that stood in the way of her goals. And last but not least, Sasha's boyfriend turned vampire, Travis. Travis was young to the game but he had the potential to fight and win. All of them were Lasombra… shadows among the vampires. How she enjoyed it when they moved as one. First off, you had Luis, second in command of the group, a very potent killer and the one who had found out about little molly and her drug money. Mitko, who was the leader of the four shadows. He was the mind behind the whole thing, but even he needed help sometimes. Sasha, the blade as she was known at times the one who made bodies appear. And finally Travis, the young boy who got into the game through love. He was the knight of the group, if anything needed to be done he was the one who could do it. He wasn't that strong but he had a little knack for being controlled, and he had the ability to see visions. A good thing when you play chess. Show to a pawn what is going on and they will follow through like sheep to the slaughter. "Billy" her voice was soft yet it carried a strong powerful tone to it. "I want you to find out what my opponent is up to. Or at least make sure none of my pieces have been killed. I'm trusting you with this" More like she made an order of this. Billy nodded, his blonde hair dropping over his shoulders and hanging still after a moment. "Yes mistress" he replied as he stood up and began to walk to the door. He opened the door slowly as moaning sounds began to appear from behind him. Closing the door slowly, he left the room and mistress Estelle now. She caressed the blood dolls cheek first; letting the man squirm a bit as her leg slowly rubbed up his. The man was fully in a trance as the blood bonding was a potent affect. She loved how mortals loved to be touched, she loved how their bodies harden and how men could erect themselves at will. Slowly letting her hand caress his chest before she let it slowly slide down to the hardening organ. The blood doll moaned louder once more, as she bit into his shoulder, letting his blood trickle out into her mouth. Slowly she mounted him and let his hard massive erection sheath itself inside her. She didn't feel anything for it but with a little taste of blood, she let it pass. Moaning to him as she rocked up and down him, letting the blood doll feel her tightness and her body. She lowered down as she felt the man groan now and spray inside her. She didn't care or mind about it that much, but she closed her lips over the mans neck and began to drink from him, draining him fully now. Her arms wrapped around him as she lifted him up, her strength now shown as she squeezed him tighter until the sound of snapping echoed in the room. In the darkness she shoved the lifeless body off the bed and sat down thinking a moment. She smiled to herself as she called now for Billy to clean her room and bring up another of the young men she has waiting to satisfy her. The night brought them in cold and in the middle of a bit of a rainy night; he loved how it would rain like it did. Tropical rain felt fresh, clean, Sasha looked beautiful when she had her hair wet. He watched her in the moonlight as she danced for him at the steps of the entrance to a club. She always did that dance when she felt happy, it was her way of showing him that there was more to being a predator. He smiled as she moved over to him and kissed him softly. She let her hair get wet tonight; she was trying to make him happy as he had just fed. She smiled for him and kissed him once more. Her hands cupping his chin as she lifted his head up and smiled. Brushing her lips against his, she spoke softly now as she looked deep into his brown eyes. His short cut hair was wet from the rain and her green eyes glimmered and glowed with life tonight. Travis smiled back as he kissed her in return, smiling for her as she made him naturally smile. Then he saw it from the back of her in a dark shadow; it came in a blur of mist. In a second she was lifted up as a claw gashed through her from behind. He let out a scream as the creature growled heavily and let her fall onto the ground in a bloody throbbing sound. He stood and saw fire in its eyes, a stench of wet hair or fur, and then he saw it grin with a horrible howl. He swiftly tried to attack once more but was shoved back as it threw him into the club. He looked back as Sasha was lifted up, she screamed once more holding her hand out to him. Fear filled her eyes as blood spat out from her mouth, she clawed at the ground to try and not be lifted up. But she was ripped apart in a spray of blood and screams. He let out another terrified curse and leaped up at the creature. It shoved him back down as Sasha's head was lifted up and crushed under its huge paw like foot. He let out another scream as his eyes closed from the fear. He sat up and screamed louder than before now, his head hurting as if to explode and his hands clasped his head hard. Sasha blinked as she held him close now; she blinked as he let out another cry of pain. "Whats wrong? Why? Is it another vision? Please tell me!" she screamed now as they held each other close. "I saw… I saw…" he closed his eyes and lowered down beginning to rock back and forth now. Sasha began to feel that tingle of fear come over her that her son her child might be in danger. She held him close now and tight, her eyes filling with blood now as she whimpered softly. He was breathing hard, he didn't have to but fear makes even the dead breath. He panted and began to get a red film over his forehead as he blinked hard. "Don't worry I'm here… you don't have to worry I'm here… shh just please… calm down honey." She tried to calm his nerves now as she spoke like the mother once again. Every time he had these visions he would freak out, she didn't like how it happened. She never liked that her child, the man she sired would be cursed with something worse than eternal undeath. Her arms held him closer now as she felt something in his ribs, a heart beat. As if she hadn't heard a heart beat in a million years she froze. He was becoming more human that human every night he woke from his slumber during the day. But now this one had come during his awake moment. This shouldn't be, but she knew something was wrong now. All those times when he would have the visions he would be in a trance, this one was different from them all because this one was when he was in her arms. She couldn't help but sob now, as he didn't reply, he would always talk to her, but this one was different. Something was not going to go down correctly, something bad was going to happen and she didn't like how he was dealing with it. "I saw you Sasha… and then… and then this beast… this thing from out… no its horrible… its horrible…." He began to shed tears, they poured down his cheeks like waterfalls into his hands. Staining satin sheets in red as he sobbed louder in her arms like a child seeing a nightmare. She whispered now to try and calm his sprinting heart. She couldn't stand it when he was like this; she was beginning to cry now because she couldn't stop him from having these horrid dreams. "Travis… please tell me what happened… please tell me love… don't put me in the dark baby." She let another sob come out now as she began to shake him softly. She broke and looked at him from a distance now, holding him at an arm length but still looking to try and calm his nerves. "Please tell me… what did you see? What did you see baby?" she started to let a tear fall as she began to get impatient with him. His words were broken, his breath being caught now as he looked at her. For a second time stood still in a sudden crash of realization that it was real. That it was going to happen no matter what he tried to do or what he could do. "TELL ME!" she screamed at him now, louder than she had ever spoken to him before. But, he froze in the horror; the terror possessing him filled him deep and it held him in a state of panic. "TELL ME! TRAVIS!" He blinked and looked over to her in a blinked of a second and then sobbed. "Tell me please baby… your scaring me…" His eyes closed and he was shivering now, fully in the heat of tropical weather he felt cold. "De…de… death… it's coming and I wont be able to stop it." He sobbed louder now as he broke down in her lap now. "What who will die? What please tell me Travis…" she couldn't figure this out now. He was scaring the shit out of her mostly, this time she was afraid fully for her child, her lover, her boyfriend, her son, her soul mate. "Something is going to take us away from each other…" he broke into a panic in her arms and spoke nothing more, sobbing as he shivered and twitched like a torn lamb. She blinked and looked down at him, nothing was going to hurt him or her she thought. Now she was worried fully, this vision was burning her inside like a fueled fire. Lowering down and kissing his ear as she held him close, rocking him in her arms as daylight was cracking in from the east. Black Rose ch. 5 "He was crying Luis, he is scared." She looked at the lifeless form sitting over the roof as he looked down at the nightlife that went on under them like traffic of cattle being herded into the building they were above. She looked down without anything else to say. A glimmer of anger showing in her tone as she took a step forward and then called out once more now. "Luis? Are you even listening to me? Do you even care about Travis?" she looked at the back of his head and wondered what he was thinking about. Wondering if he was even there to care anymore, wondering if he was or at least still had a hint of humanity left inside him. But he remained motionless as he watched a kid try and get passed the bouncers. Like a gargoyle, he watched them, under him like flies to a spider's web he had created. Sasha looked at him as she stepped back. "Do I need to remind you that Travis has helped us get where we are?" she spat that out quickly to try and bring life into the vampire before her. "Shut up" he spoke softly as he turned his head and glared at her with green eyes. He moved now and stood in front of her, she felt the shadow tendrils start to move around him as he floated to her. He was wearing his black training pants and sandals. He had no shirt on, which showed his scars from numerous battles from his mortal life, staining his perfect body as it did. He moved to her slowly, his glare still emanating as he came about an inch from her face. "Do you realize that he has gone AWOL? He isn't what he was like before" she gulped down as he spoke. "He is a nut job, honestly I would feel better if he was put down, but I know you wouldn't want that now would you?" he spoke clearly. She stepped back and took a breath, a breath she didn't need, but she did anyway as the shadows moved around her. One tentacle of the shadow began to slowly climb up her side and wrap itself around her neck. She didn't move nor did she show any fear about that now. She stared him down as he looked down to her clothing for tonight. Sporting her white tank top and black skirt, she looked like a little sixteen-year-old. Luis tilted his head as he sniffed her softly, holding his arms out around her and wrapping her in his embrace. He pulled her close and let her soft breasts get softly pressed under his closeness to her. His hand roaming down her back as the tentacle hardened and slowly slit down her back, cutting off her clothing down to her legs. "What are you doing?" she asked softly as she felt his hand rub against her left butt cheek now. His fingers feeling her soft white flesh before she felt him rubbing her front now. "A test for you my dear child" he spoke softly back to her. But in the city that was loud and noisy they could hear each other perfectly, it was in the blood and her training and martial arts skills had been honed fully. She closed her eyes as his fingers traced over her labia now, feeling her cold cunt as he smiled now. "Your losing the truth now aren't you? Your becoming what you were trained not to be anymore" he whispered as he felt the warmth start to grow in her, he felt her nipples begin to harden at his slight touch and fondle. Hints of disgust in his tone now as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to fully delve into her. He heard it like an explosion of firearms; he felt her breath and he felt her shiver under his touch. "What are you going to do to me Luis?" she spoke softly trying now harder to hide her fear as he stepped back and watched her clothes fall to her ankles like drapes being taken down. "I'm going to let you go, but your going to not talk to me again about this matter with Travis." A hint of pure anger in his tone now as he looked away, a shadow tentacle gripping her throat now and lifting her up. Fangs ripped out and she clenched at the tentacle trying to break from the iron grip it had, she kicked now as she couldn't scream from it tightening around her. She looked down as Luis turned to look back to her now; his smiled reminded her of the day he found her. A child now, she looked up to him as she held her father and mother in her arms. He ripped her from her family and killed them for fun, he raised her like a ghoul, and feeding her blood and letting her eat the scraps of rotting flesh to survive. She remembered his ways of torture to her, the times when he would take her and force himself in her. A body of sixteen, a mind of a woman who is over four thousand years old, a deadly killer. She growled now as she kicked harder, trying to launch at him with her own shadow a simple trick that Lasombra could use. But she couldn't do it fully; she felt a tightening in her gut as he sent a parasite into her. Blood lifted up and she belched it up from her throat as he let the parasite grow in her. Growling as the pain began to settle in now, he dropped her and she fell to the ground hard, coughing up blood as the parasite was now forcing itself out of her. She held her gut as he began to rip at her insides now, thrashing inside her; she let out a loud scream for help as she looked to Luis. He smiled as he watched it leave her like a newborn child. A whip and she was on her back screaming as more blood sprayed up from her throat. She was gagging as it was turning inside her now; the parasite was and is a deadly assassination tactic the Lasombra had developed. Controlling a shadow on a target and hardening it, letting it flow into the shadows inside them, through the throat the parasite begins to grow as more of the shadows in the body are found. When it finally hits the stomach, it has collected and gained control of all the shadows in the target; it then can rip through the target by the creator. She fell back and cried now as she felt the pain of birth, gripping her stomach as it thrashed madly inside her. She turned onto her side as blood trickled out from her closed eyes. "A gift for you my child, since you could never feel childbirth… ill give you this chance to feel it, make it a reminder never to cross me again, or to bother me with petty little problems you have." He laughed as he walked away now, moving to the door and opening it to enter the club and enjoy the nightlife now. She began to crawl as pain filled every inch of her body; she felt her muscles tense and then rip from the inside. Her vagina was being torn open as the parasite forced its hellish way out from her. Trying to crawl as the pain began to encompass her thoughts, she fell flat onto the floor as blood began to spread from her like a wet sponge being pressed down of water. Her eyes opened, as she had to push it out of her like a mortal woman giving birth. It ripped into her ovaries now tearing them from where they should be as it ripped down into her rectum now. Adding more blood as it began to seep out of her like sap from her clit. A moan of horror now as thoughts came flooding into her mind. This is death, she thought as she lay there feeling it spread her lips open wide and force itself out of her. She recoiled in pain now as a shadow lifted up from the side of the roof and landed in front of her. She couldn't see well as she was becoming numb from the pain and feeling the grip of final death taking her now. Blood began to come out of her like drool as the shadow parasite had turned itself into a blender. She felt her lips open up as the parasite came out of her quickly and evaporated into the night. The figure moved over to her quickly, blurred words telling her to stay alive for him just a bit longer so he could help her. She looked up as green eyes like Luis looked down to her. Her hand lifted up but she was too weak to do anything else now, as her hand fell to the ground Travis stood up from his bed and screamed her name. Black Rose Ch.6 Tim smiled as he watched now from a distance Luis in his home environment, watching as the freak with fangs fed freely on young men and women. How he felt sickened by him yet at the same time curious on how he was alive yet dead. But he smiled as he watched the vampire feed, watching his every move and making sure he won’t get caught. Luis was moving around slowly as the nightclub began to dance faster in the beat and tempo of the music. Tim turned to the side and sipped his drink, looking out into the crowd for anyone who could be of interest to him. But he did see someone, someone who did not belong. This big mass of muscle walked into the place and looked like he was sniffing the area. His hair was cut short like an army soldier who was ready for war, torn sleeveless shirt and blue jeans with brown dusted boots. This guy was far from Kansas, Tim thought as he watched this new comer. His head tilted a bit now as the man seemed to glare in the direction of Luis. Tim leaned forward as the man took two steps and became a huge mounted growling beast like thing. Okay that was fucking weird… this man who was new to the place just turned into a big growling furry monster with a wolf like head and claws that looked like swords. This freak was now scaring everyone save Luis who he was staring at. Tim blinked as the realization that the freak with the fur coat was a lycanthrope. The hulking giant lashed a claw over to Luis as Luis was obviously taken back at the size of the monster. Then it began, he knew it was gonna be like this, there was gonna be a fight of the beasts. Vampire against werewolf, two creatures of the night that hate the shit out of each other had just started to fight. Tim shoved a scared guy out of the way and looked straight at the big ugly thing and Luis. Luis stepped back quickly, the time span from both fighters was cut short, and each move they performed was a split second. Luis backed off into the corner quickly to dodge the big claw. But as he dodged it, another one came and then another and then another. The big Pitt bull was swinging at Luis trying to catch the guy with just his speed. But Luis moved away from each blow as if nothing was happening. The hulking beast growled quickly as Luis spat out from his hands three shadows that hardened and started whipping at the beast. He looked like an animal trainer at the zoo, only the lion in question was ten times bigger than Luis did and was uglier to boot. Luis blocked off a few more slashes and then felt the wall hit his back. Luis blocked out from his fighting mode to look behind him. Of course this was stupid being the fact that in front of him was a twelve foot hulking giant werewolf with claws, fangs and a lot of fur. Blood sprayed as Luis was gutted, he let out a scream before the beast could do another move. Tim blinked and tried to move out of the way now, but Luis came flying over to Tim, knocking him off his feet and making Tim be a good old-fashioned cushion. Luis stood up slowly and brushed himself off as his blood began to do its magic, fixing him up as good as new, safe for the fact his blood was now dripping all over the place and his new Armani shirt and tie was ruined. Luis growled now to the beast accepting the offer for a fight. It started out with a claw and bite from the beast, Luis let out another cry of pain as shadows went through the big beast and whipped around to tear the thing into four pieces. Tim looked up from the floor seeing blurs of both the fighters. They were slashing at each other as Luis let a snarl then a wicked laugh out. The beast was tossed around like a bag of peanuts at a baseball game. Another loud scream as it was slammed into a wall and then broke through it now. Tim didn’t know any laws about the werewolves, he didn’t care as he saw it stand up and lick at its maw as if to enjoy the pain and then lunge at Luis once more. Luis gripped at its claws to try and grapple the thing now as if he could take it. Luis was lifted up and thrown through the wall now. Out into the street as if to get rid of the thing it had found. Tim watched as Luis growled and vanished through the wall. The beast growled then howled now and fell to his knees. It began to slowly change, but some of the scars were staying still. Tim stood up and walked over to the thing, it was beginning to seem human now as the man who had originally came into the place growled and looked up to him. Tim smiled and held out his hand to the beast, as if to be a simple gesture of friendship. The man looked up to Tim and held his open gut, trying to stay awake before the man fell to his face and made that sloppy wet sound before passing out of pain. Tim lowered and looked around now to make sure nothing bad was gonna happen. It was a fast fight made for only the movies it seemed. He smiled and tried to pick the guy up, grunting as the guy seemed like he was over four hundred pounds. Tim sucked in his gut as he began to carry the guy out of the now soon to be closed club and quickly began to carry him out to safety.