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Chapter Nine (The Hunt)

Mon, 30 May 2011 18:47:07 +0100

Chapter Nine (The Hunt)

“Rayna, I do not know how long I will be gone. You must remain within the confines of my casa for your own protection.” Moracas said in an abrupt tone as he quickly dressed. “Manuel will be here for your feeding needs querida.” Putting on his shoes, he turned to face her, giving her a small smile. His muscular physique was encased in black, and standing there, he made a formative figure. She sat quietly by the fire, watching his every move.

“Yes, Sire. I will abide by your request.” Rayna sighed, hoping he would not take long in this hunt. She was getting used to his presence, and feared her reaction to his absence. ‘I must be strong to make him proud...’

Moracas strode out into the night, the door shutting abruptly behind him. Luis, his personal groomsman, had brought around his magnificent stallion, Diablo; who stood saddled, and ready for mounting. “Diablo, mi mascot. You are looking guapo this night.” Moracas whispered to his pet, hauling himself into the saddle. Diablo lifted his large head neighing in response, and then took off in a gallop seemingly knowing where his master wanted him to go.

The two rode long into the night, finally coming to a small clearing in the middle of nowhere. As Moracas pulled on the reins to halt the stallion, a figure appeared in front of him. “Moracas. It is about time.” The vampire said with derision, bowing slightly.

Moracas looked the male up and down and smirked. “Monte. What a surprise. How long has it been? Decades?” He got down from Diablo, leading the animal to a tree and tying the reins around the trunk. Turning back to Monte, he continued. “And what brings you here? I thought Diente only wanted her strongest, fiercest warriors for this hunt.” Monte frowned at the slight, but taking in Moracas’s massive form, decided not to take the bait.

“The pander was last seen close to Barchinona. We still have several hours to travel, and must get a move on before dawn breaks.” Monte said as he walked further into the clearing. Several figures seemed to materialize in front of Moracas as he followed the vampire. Recognizing each of them, Moracas allowed a small smile to grace his handsome features. He greeted each one warmly, and soon the six of them were racing off toward Barchinona.

As they rode, Moracas let his thoughts wander. Rayna was a beautiful female; which was a certainty. Yet, there was more to her than looks alone. She had a brain, something almost unheard of in females. ‘Well, not entirely unheard of. Look at Diente, and the Queen. They are intelligent. Rayna is also intelligent, which will serve her well.’ Moracas had plans for Rayna, and he only hoped she would embrace those plans entirely. Thinking of her now, his thoughts strayed to their last sexual encounter. She was blossoming by the minute, and embracing her sexuality admirably. Her initial shyness was quickly becoming replaced with a smoldering passion, the likes of which completely turned him on. He felt his passion begin to stir, and had to shake his head clear of the naked images flitting through his mind. He must remain focused on the task at hand…

Soon the six were on the outskirts of Barchinona. Stopping outside of a quaint little inn Monte recommended, they housed their horses within the inn’s stalls, and walked into the main front room. Monte relayed to them that they would be safe there for the day as the rooms had no windows, and stout locks resided upon the doors. He knew the innkeeper personally, and assured the remaining five they could rest in peace. As Moracas followed the others up a flight of stairs, the first rays of dawn began to creep across the midnight blue sky…

“So, where to now, Monte? What other information did Diente divulge?” Moracas asked as the six waited outside in the dark for their horses to be readied. Monte smirked at Moracas, and said, “You know Diente, Moracas. She only gives the slightest amount of information, knowing her “warriors” will determine the rest. You know as much as I.”

Sighing, Moracas gazed about the grounds. He used his perception to observe the area. Getting nothing, he walked around the stables to a quiet location, and began to use his obtenebration to call forth the shadows. Moving his hands in circles, he soon had a small undulating shadow figure standing before him. “Go forth un poco, and tell me what you see.” As he stood quietly watching, the shadow figure began to move silently through the black night. Within minutes, it returned to stop before Moracas. He moved his hands again, bringing forth a window from the shadow figure. Moracas watched as a figure began to emerge within the window. The figure was male, and silently crept through the alley ways of Barchinona. He was not alone: another female figure followed just as silently.

“Monte, come here.” Moracas called, waiting until he and the others appeared beside him. “Do you recognize them?”

Monte gazed into the shadow mirror, his eyes narrowing. “Si. That is Ramone and Selene. The panders who have caused so much unrest within the Sabbat as a whole.” Pausing, Monte looked closely at the picture formed within the shadow figure trying to determine the pander’s location. Recognition lit up his eyes, and he stood up straight, his full height towering over six feet. “They are within the patio of Plaça del Rei. Let us make haste my hermanos.”

The six raced down the streets of Barchinona, soon arriving at the Plaça del Rei. Monte was the first to dismount, followed by Moracas and the four other vampires. Eyes narrowed, Moracas gazed into the night, his perceptive vision soon picking out the panders. “This way.” He said curtly, already moving into the alleyway. The others silently followed, and soon they came upon the pair of miscreants. Moracas felt for his dagger. Locating it, he withdrew the blade and held it in his large hand. Pasting a nonchalant look upon his face, he called out, “Ramone. Selene. Where do you think you are going?”

The pair gasped as they turned around to face six deadly assassins. “No… nowhere.” Ramone called out, as Selene moved in behind him. The six quietly approached the pair, and soon surrounded them. “Ramone and Selene, it has come to the attention of the Archbishop Diente that the two of you attempt to overthrow the Regent. What say you of these charges?” Moracas called out darkly. Shaking his head, Ramone backed up toward the wall, Selene behind him. She had not said a word as of yet, but now, her voice rang out into the night.

“These charges are false. We are just out having a night on the town. How dare you interrupt us?” Her eyes gleamed thunderously, as she stood erect. Moracas admired her spirit, but he was there to fulfill a task. Smirking, he slowly moved to stand before the two, the others right behind him. “You know the penalty for dissention. We are your judges and jury, and nothing you can say will alter our decision.” Before they could reply, Moracas took his dagger and cut off Ramone’s head in one swift movement. Monte did the same to Selene, and as the two heads rolled on the street, the bloodlust filled them all. Snarling, the six soon had their fill of the pander’s blood, and once satiated, lit the bodies on fire. Soon, nothing remained but ashes…

“Diente did request that you be the one to bring her the news of their undeaths, Moracas.” Monte said as he mounted upon his horse. “Until the next time!” Saluting Moracas with a smirk, he turned the horse’s head, and galloped off into the night. The remaining four were soon following, leaving Moracas to stand alone before the burnt ashes of the panders. ‘Of course, she did.’ He thought with derision, mounting upon Diablo and heading toward the outskirts of Barchinona.

Diente lived within her palacio, which was located five miles outside of Barchinona. As fierce a warrior as she was, Moracas wondered why she had not disposed of the panders herself. ‘She probably just wanted to throw her weight around’ he thought to himself, sighing. Now his reunion with Rayna would be even further delayed…

Two guards stood outside of the massive gates surrounding Diente’s home. “I am here to see the Archbishop regarding the hunt.” Moracas called down from his seat upon Diablo. The stallion snorted, his black eyes glowing red in the night. Without a word, the guards opened the gate and stood aside to allow Moracas room to pass. Diablo trotted up the walkway until he stood before the massive oak door to the palacio. A groom materialized in front of them and took the reins as Moracas dismounted. Without knocking, he strode through the door and into Diente’s main salón.

“Ah, Moracas. Such an obedient servant you are.” Diente called out from her seat in front of the fire. This night, she was dressed in a lounging gown of red silk. Held together by a slight silk belt, the front parted revealing her long luscious legs as Diente turned in her seat to gaze upon Moracas. Ample breasts strained at the thin material, her nipples outlined perfectly. Moracas could not help but stare at them as he slowly walked over to stand before her. Seeing where his eyes roamed, Diente laughed, her white teeth gleaming in the firelight.

“Would you care for some bloodwyne, mi querido? I would imagine that you are parched after your long ride.” Not waiting for an answer, she arose from her chair and walked over to a sideboard where a decanter of wyne awaited. Pouring two glasses full to the rim, she slowly glided back to where Moracas stood. The firelight outlined her curvy figure, showing her breasts to perfection as well as the neat patch of hair nestled between her legs. Moracas felt the first stirrings of passion within his groin as he took the proffered goblet from Diente’s hand. Looking down, Diente smiled at his evident hardness. She boldly placed her hand over the fabric of his pants and began to massage until it stood out rock hard.

Moracas could not stand it any longer, and quickly downing the bloodwyne, he threw the goblet into the fire, and then rapidly tore the gown from Diente’s lush form. His eyes lit as if on fire as he rapidly tore off his clothes, then picked her up and walked over to the sofá, throwing her onto the thick cushions.

“You seek to tempt me, perra; therefore, you will get all that you want and more.” With that, Moracas fell upon her, and began to ravish her fully. Their tongues entwined, performing a dance of the senses as his hands feverishly roamed over her body. She sighed in pleasure, her long nails raking his back. Spreading her legs, she gasped aloud as he entered her roughly, pushing deeply inside. Grabbing the cheeks of her ass, he lifted her up so that he could push inside even deeper. He moaned as her silky legs wrapped around his back, goading him on. As he pounded her fiercely, his climax overcame him in a passionate rush, his juices filling her full. She felt them run out of her opening, coating their inner thighs as her own climax made her body convulse in pleasure.

Lying still within her, Moracas rested his head on her chest for a moment, and then began to move down her body until her opening was before his face. Glistening with juices, it invited his tongue to taste. Obliging, Moracas licked the outer opening, and then slid his long tongue deep inside her, tasting them both. Diente cried aloud as she grabbed his long hair and pulled him even closer. His tongue darted in and out, licking the little pearl that nestled at the top of her opening, and making her moan and groan with pleasure. Bucking underneath his mouth, Diente’s eyes rolled upward into her head, the pleasure washing over her in waves. When she thought she could not stand it anymore, Moracas lifted his head and stood up, taking her with him. Lifting her onto his hips, he entered her in one movement, his hands grabbing her buttocks and kneading them roughly. Diente threw her head back, her long hair brushing against his hands as he pumped furiously into her.

They both moaned with desire as he jodered her hard, her breasts bouncing upon her chest with each thrust. As they finally climaxed together, Diente slumped onto Moracas in exhaustion. He lifted her off his slowly softening manhood, and placed her back onto the sofá. “Get what you wanted, perra?” Moracas said in a scathing tone as he quickly dressed.

Diente opened her eyes, the passion slowly fading from them as she watched him dress. “And what is your hurry, Moracas? You have to get home to your little puta?” The jealousy in her voice was undeniable, and hearing it, Moracas turned to face her, a smirk upon his face. “She is no puta, perra. And what I do is none of your business. I came here to tell you the pander issue has been taken care of, and now I must take my leave.” Seeing her still nude, he picked up her robe and threw it at her, a look of disgust upon his face. “Dress yourself. Have some dignity.”

A snarl formed upon Diente’s lips, as she grabbed the robe and slipped it on. “Do not speak to me of dignity, you bastardo. You are no saint. You did not have to joder me, yet you did. And why is that? You are nothing more than a rutting dog after a perra in heat.” She stood up, her petite form swallowed up by Moracas’s massive one. He looked down upon her, and with narrowed eyes, walked out of the room, not even stopping when he heard the sound of glass breaking…

Chapter Eight (The Vaulderie)

Sun, 29 May 2011 23:02:41 +0100

Chapter Eight (The Vaulderie)

“Come querida, it is time to prepare for the Vaulderie. We must dress appropriately for the ceremony: both for presenting you to the Sabbat as well as to prepare for the Wild Hunt. In addition bella, you must attend an initiation rite and acceptance rite into the Sabbat. You are in luck that Archbishop Diente’s Priest is in residence, and can perform all three rituals tonight.” Moracas said as he arose from the massive king sized bed. Rayna lay still for a moment, absorbing all the new information. At times, she felt muddled in her thinking and wondered if it was because of her new undead state.

“Of course, Sire.” She replied, slipping her nude body into a comfortable robe. Stepping barefoot over to the fire, she gazed into the flickering depths. “Will we feed before we leave?”

“Manuel will be here shortly, querida. Once we are at the place of the rituals, there will be other ghouls there to feed from.” Moracas was putting the finishing touches to his hair when a knock sounded upon the thick oak door. “Entrar” he called out, and watched as Manuel entered the room. “Go ahead bella.” He said to Rayna, motioning toward Manuel. She did not need to be told twice, and quickly fed from Manuel’s warm neck. His blood tasted and smelled so clean, so fresh, she felt she was quickly becoming addicted to it. As she licked the wounds, she noted the look of pleasure in the young man’s eyes.

‘At least he is enjoying this’ she thought with a smile, stepping back to allow Moracas to feed.

She wandered over to the massive wardrobe that stood strategically placed in the corner of the room. A gorgeous gown hung on one end of the wardrobe, freshly pressed and waiting for her to slip on. It was a bluish-green in color, matching the turquoise color of her eyes. The gown had a plunging bodice, and a widened opening for the shoulders that narrowed down to a V-shape as it reached her navel. The outer edges of her pale breasts were revealed; and now, Moracas having fed, came up to plant a kiss on each white orb. “Maravilloso” he whispered, his lips lingering on her right outer breast. “Ah, but we do not have time to dally bella. Let us leave now, before I forget what we are scheduled to do this evening.”

Quickly slipping her tiny feet into a pair of slippers that matched her dress in coloring, Rayna followed Moracas out the door and down the hallway. As they reached the front doorway, Moracas lifted a black silk cloak from a hat stand in the corner and gently placed it around her shoulders, his hands gently caressing them. Rayna stood still to allow him to administer to her, somewhat excited about the coming rituals. “I do want to make you proud this eve, Sire” she said softly, her eyes downcast. He put a finger underneath her chin, slowly lifting it up until her eyes were looking into his. “You already have querida.” He said, leaning forward to kiss her red lips.

As they rode in the carriage to the place of appointment, Moracas summarized what would transpire. “The initiation ritual will be first, querida. During this time, the Priest called Loravus will call you up and read to you from the Code of Milan. You are to stand still and not say a word. At the end of the ceremony, he will begin the acceptance ritual, and require you to give an allegiance oath. You will repeat after him querida: he will give you the oath. Once you have read it, all members of the Sabbat who are present will come forth to welcome you. During this time, you will nod your head to each member, and say, “gracias” in response. Do you understand?” Rayna’s eyes widened, trying to remember everything Moracas said.

“Yes Sire, I will make you proud.” She replied, swallowing nervously.

“I know you will mi amor.”

Arriving at a secluded location predetermined by Loravus, Moracas and Rayna alighted from their carriage. There were already a number of Cainites present, and as she looked about, Rayna began to feel nervous. However, she dutifully followed Moracas, displaying a confidence that was outward only.

Moracas led her straight to a tall vampire, who wore a long black hooded robe. Upon first glance, he appeared to be a Spanish monk; however, one look in his eyes revealed the vampire that he was. His dark blue eyes glowed brightly as he gazed down upon Rayna.

“And is this the newly embraced neonate Moracas?” He asked in a silken voice. Just the sound was hypnotic, and Rayna found herself staring into his eyes almost against her will. Moracas nodded his head, and stepped to the side. Rayna stood still as Loravus moved close to her. He moved the hood away from her face and hair, and gazed down upon her beauty. “You have chosen wisely, Moracas. She is muy bonito.” His hands caressed her hair, causing Rayna to feel electrical jolts run through her body. The experience was almost sexual in nature, for just having been awakened to the sensual experiences of the flesh, Rayna’s senses were heightened. Loravus quirked an eyebrow as he smelled her scent, fully aware of her arousal. ‘Very unusual for one so young and newly embraced’ He thought intrigued.

Motioning for Rayna to follow him, Loravus glided over to a raised platform that was placed in the middle of a clearing. The woods seemed alive around them, as the sound of crickets and other night crawlers filled the air. Torches were pushed into the soft ground all around them, making a circle. The night was black; however, the light from the torches lit the clearing as if it were day.

Loravus stepped up onto the platform, and Rayna followed. An oak dais stood in the middle with a gold chalice on top. A gold dagger encrusted with emeralds and diamonds lay next to the chalice. Finally, a small black book was placed at the bottom of the dais, worn with age. Rayna drank it all in, and then noticed they were quietly being surrounded by Cainites.

“Come brothers and sisters. We shall begin, for there are three rituals in which to partake this eve.” Loravus spoke loudly; however, his voice was silken and hypnotic still, and caused shivers to run up and down Rayna’s spine. She stood to the side, apprehension running through her. The Cainites moved in even closer, causing an almost claustrophobic reaction from Rayna. She knew she had to remain stoic, and closed her eyes as she drew in a deep breath.

As Loravus continued to speak, Rayna noticed several of the vampires whispering amongst each other. “Silencio!” Loravus shouted, waiting until there was absolute silence among them before he continued speaking. “The first ritual will be that of initiation, for a new childe of Moracas. She is called Rayna, and is to be initiated as both Lasombra and Sabbat this night.” Loravus began to speak in Latin, the ritual having begun.

Rayna stood quietly, trying to absorb it all. She watched as Loravus chanted in Latin, reading from the worn black book that initially lay upon the dais. Suddenly, all eyes were upon her.

“Do you promise to uphold the laws and sanctions of both Lasombra Clan and Sabbat Sect Rayna?” She said “Si” in a soft voice. “Do you promise to abide by your Sire Moracas’s words and laws?” With every question asked, Rayna complied with a yes. Finally, Loravus picked up the gold dagger and quickly cut Rayna’s wrist. As vitae leaked out, he let it fall upon a white piece of parchment paper, staining it red. When a large droplet had dried, Loravus took Rayna’s arm and licked the wound. A look of pleasure briefly crossed his face. “So be it, Rayna of Lasombra Clan, member of Sabbat Sect, on this night, April 21, 1535, it shall be recorded that you are officially a member of both.” Loravus finished by picking up the parchment paper with Rayna’s vitae on it. He folded it in four places, and then placed it in the golden chalice. He then took a special twig soaked in various spices and oils over to one of the burning torches and lit it. Walking back to the chalice, he quickly lit the parchment paper, and within seconds it was burned down to ash. Picking up the chalice, he scattered the ash all around them.

Moving quickly into the acceptance ritual, Loravus continued by asking Rayna to repeat an oath that bound her to both Lasombra and Sabbat laws and codes of honor. She did so dutifully and soon finished the oath. “Come brothers and sisters. Come and welcome your new hermana, Rayna.”

One by one, each Cainite filed past her welcoming her to the sect as well as clan. She acknowledged each one as Moracas had instructed her, saying “gracias” each time. Moracas was the last to welcome her, and he took her hand kissing the back in a lingering fashion.

“You did well, bella. I am proud of you.” He whispered, then straightened up and walked past her.

“That completes the first two of three rituals to be performed this night.” Loravus said, motioning for Rayna to go and stand beside Moracas. “As many of you know, Archbishop Diente has ordered a wild hunt for one of the dissenting panders. As some of you are aware, this pander attempted to overthrow the Regent. He most likely has accomplices, and they must be administered final death for their severe impertinence. I will commence with the Vaulderie at once.”

Loravus reached into a dark walnut-wood box intricately carved with various symbols, and withdrew a gold chalice encrusted with diamonds and sapphires. He then reached into his voluminous robe and withdrew a matching gold dagger. Lifting the sleeve of his right arm, he exposed the cubital vein that ran perpendicular to the brachial artery. Taking the dagger, he quickly ran the sharp edge across the vein, and let the blood drip into the chalice held underneath his arm. When he was finished, he licked the wound, and passed the dagger and chalice to Moracas who was standing next to him.

“Moracas, give of your own blood and then show your new childe how to give of hers.” Loravus ordered. Nodding, Moracas quickly performed the bloodletting procedure, and then handed the dagger to Rayna. “Mi querida, be swift about it. Make sure your blood drips into the chalice, and do not allow a large amount. Were you watching me?” He looked over to Rayna and saw her nod her head yes. “Good.”

Rayna reluctantly took the dagger from Moracas. She had never liked pain in any form, and the thought of cutting herself did not sit well within her. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the sleeve of her gown revealing her own pulsing vein. Holding her breath, she quickly slashed the vein with the dagger, and was surprised that she did not feel a thing. Holding her now dripping arm over the chalice, Rayna allowed a small amount to drip in. She swirled the blood mixing it; and after licking her wound, she turned to the Cainite standing next to her, and passed him the chalice and dagger. Moracas, who had been watching her intently, nodded his head in approval.

“You did well, querida. I am proud.”

Upon hearing Moracas’s words of praise, Rayna allowed a small smile to light up her face. She stood quietly observing, as the chalice was passed to all of the vampires standing around the dais where Loravus resided. As the last Cainite spilled his blood into the chalice, he passed it to Loravus, who began to chant words in a foreign tongue. Rayna watched fascinated, as he then took a sip from the goblet, and then gave it to Moracas who did the same. As she tentatively took the chalice from him, he whispered, “Only take a sip mi amor.” She nodded her head in understanding, and as the blood touched her tongue, she immediately felt a wave of pleasure course through her body. The urge to drink it all down was intense; however, she struggled with it and only took a sip of the delectable vitae. Reluctantly, she lowered the goblet from her mouth and passed it to the next vampire.

As the ceremony ended, Rayna stood back in the shadows watching as Cainite after Cainite walked over to speak to Moracas. ‘He is well liked’ she thought with admiration, her eyes narrowing in dark passion as she watched his every move. She thought he looked strikingly handsome, and when another female vampire gave him a smile, Rayna wanted to leap over and strangle the perra.

‘Mi dios’ Rayna thought horrified at her lustful thoughts and urges. It seemed as if every minute that passed, a darker side of herself emerged, pushing her kind and gentle side further into the shadows…

Chapter Seven (The Black Hand)

Mon, 30 May 2011 18:48:40 +0100

Chapter Seven (The Black Hand)

The Archbishop Diente glided across the floor of the main salón coming to a halt before the roaring fire. She was a beautiful kindred, with midnight blue eyes and long wavy black hair parted down the middle, which rested now upon the flat of her back. She was dressed in a long, black silk robe, the bodice open and revealing. Pearl earrings dangled from her pale earlobes, and her eyes were lined in black kohl. Hearing a noise behind her, she turned to see Moracas striding into the room. Her ruby red lips parted seductively as she eyed his resplendent figure. She had always had a fondness for Moracas, as he was such a handsome creature. “Moracas, it is good to see you mon amour” Diente was of French descent, not the usual Spanish of the Lasombra Clan. Her beauty was renowned, and she had enamored a Spanish Lasombra kindred to the point where he had quickly embraced her to be his lover. Cunning and politically inclined, Diente soon overrode her Sire, and rose to a position of political stance. As Archbishop, her future within the Sabbat was secured.

“Your Excellency” Moracas replied with a smile as he stopped before her, leaning down to take her hand in his, and kiss the palm. His lips left a burning trail as Diente drew in a deep breath, desire clearly displayed in her blue eyes. His 6’4” frame towered over her petite 5’2” body; however, she was strong, and she pulled herself up into his unsuspecting arms. Kissing him fully on the lips, her tongue crept into his mouth mingling with his. Moracas was taken by surprise; however, he quickly hid it, and returned the kiss, thoughts of Rayna fleeing from his mind. The passionate kindred in his arms sparked his desire, and soon, the two of them were naked and lying upon the thick fur run that lay in front of the fire. As the golden flames flickered upon their bodies, the sound of their lovemaking filled the air. Moracas pounded the petite Diente into the rug, as she met his every thrust with her own. As they climaxed together, he fell into her arms, spent. “Moracas, you are as magnifique as ever.” She whispered, kissing and sucking his neck. “As are you, Diente. It has been awhile.” He replied, getting up off of her. “Now what brings you here, and so quickly, for I know it was not just to joder me.” Her eyes narrowed in anger as she watched him quickly dressed. “What is the matter, Moracas? Why the hurry to leave my arms?” She sat up, her naked body gleaming whitely in the dim lighting of the room.

Moracas gazed down at her nude body, feeling desire try to creep back in. He quickly extinguished it, for Rayna would surely wonder what was taking him so long. “I have something to tell you Diente, and I do not want you to feel angered.” He responded, picking up her black robe and tossing it to her. Angrily, she put it on, and quickly gathering her composure, was once more the Archbishop Diente. She glided over to the empty chair, and sat down. “What, no refreshment?” She inquired in a silky voice. Raising his eyebrows, he smirked. “But of course, mi querida. Bloodwyne, or other sustenance?” She smirked in response, and replied. “Bloodwyne will do for now.” Moracas rang for a servant and ordered the wyne. Once they both had a glass, he got down to business. “How did you know I was here?” Diente sipped her bloodwyne, and grinned. “Moracas, Moracas. Do you not know me by now? I know all that transpires within my realm. Let’s just say a little birdie told me.” She finished her glass and set it down upon the walnut side table. “Now, what news do you have for me before I tell you why I am here?”

Moracas sipped his bloodwyne while he studied Diente. She really was hermosa. However, he knew that beneath that beauty lay a cunning and manipulative female, who would not hesitate to cut off his balls, should the occasion require it. Sighing, he drew in a deep breath. “Diente, we have a new addition to the clan. Her name is Rayna, and she is my childe.” Holding his breath, he slowly released it when Diente did not immediately explode in anger. “A new addition, eh? And where is this Rayna? She must be une renarde belle for you to have embraced her Moracas.” Diente narrowed her eyes, and continued. “Well? I shall meet this Rayna immediately; for I want to see for myself what the chienne has that has you thinking with your dick.”

Moracas sighed, and nodded his head in agreement as he rang for a servant. “Bring Rayna here immediately, por favor” The servant bowed his head and left the room. Within a few minutes, Rayna appeared at the door. “You called Sire?” She said in a soft, melodic voice. Diente turned her gaze to study the belle blonde. ‘She is exquis’ she thought somewhat enviously, taking in Rayna from head to toe. She gazed into the girl’s turquoise blue eyes, and could understand Moracas’s infatuation with her. Rayna slowly approached Diente, her eyes lowered. Moracas got up out of his chair and went to stand next to her. “Rayna, mi querida, this is the Archbishop Diente.” Lowering his voice, he continued. “Remember how I told you to greet the various leaders of the Sabbat.” Rayna struggled to remember, and finally responded with, “Your Excellency.” Pleased, Moracas looked at Diente. She got up out of her chair, an imposing and beautiful figure. Rayna’s self-confidence immediately lowered, as she found the female kindred the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Jealousy arose from deep within Rayna, as she caught the look that passed between Diente and Moracas.

“You are ma chère belle, Rayna.” Turning to Moracas, she continued. “And when did you embrace her?” Moracas gazed deeply into Diente’s eyes, seeing the jealousy along with bitterness resting there. “Last night, Your Excellency. However, I have begun her lessons on the clan as well as Sabbat. She is remarkably intelligent for a female, and should learn quickly.” Diente nodded her head, and glided up to Rayna. She traced the outline of Rayna’s jaw with her red fingernail, stopping just at her carotid artery, the sharp point nicking the skin. “Rayna, ma chère, you must listen and obey Moracas in all things, do you understand? For to disobey means extreme la peine.” Feeling the trickle of blood as it slowly wound its way down her neck, Rayna nodded her head. “Good” Diente continued, leaning forward and sensually licking the blood off Rayna’s neck and chest. She licked the tiny wound, closing it immediately.

The threat was not lost on Rayna, who did not say a word. When Diente licked the blood, Rayna felt a tingling of desire, and immediately was mortified. ‘Mi dios’ she thought with shame and embarrassment. ‘Am I becoming a puta for real?’ Diente, an experienced vampire, read the ambivalence as well as desire in Rayna’s body and eyes. Laughing, she stepped back. “Rayna ma chère. You have entered into a very sensual, passionate existence now. There is much you will learn and experience. Just give in to the sensations and enjoy the learning process.” Turning to face Moracas, she immediately dismissed Rayna with a flick of her hand. “Leave us now.” Rayna acknowledged the command and left the room without a word. She fairly ran back to the bedchamber, confused as to what just transpired. ‘Will I ever understand what has happened to me?’

“Moracas, there has been trouble in this area and I must call upon your expertise to assist me. You know what I speak of.” Diente said all business-like now. Sighing, Moracas nodded his head in understanding as he walked over to stand in front of the fire. “What has happened?” He asked simply. Diente glided over to stand next to him, her eyes following the dancing flames. “One of the panders has incited an uproar, and needs to be stopped. I am calling out a wild hunt for him.” Sighing once again, Moracas reached for the decanter of bloodwyne and poured himself a full glass. Downing it immediately, he responded. “I had not thought I would be needed so soon. Rayna is newly embraced and requires my assistance Diente. Is there not anyone else who can fulfill this obligation?” With narrowed eyes, Diente quickly moved up to Moracas. “No, you are the best, and you took an oath swearing fealty to me and to the Regent if ever needed. Do not try to back out now.” She reached out scratched his face so quickly all that was seen was a blur. The scratch was deep enough to leave a trail of blood from his eyebrow to his chin. Moracas calmly took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped the blood from his face. “Of course, Your Excellency. Is there anything else you require?”

Diente was no fool, and knew Moracas sought to bait her even further. She would not allow her emotions to overrule her common sense, not now, not ever. Smirking, she said no in response to his question. “The Black Hand knows what to do and if you need assistance, you know where to find the others.” Quickly, she told Moracas the pander’s name and last known location. “I expect results within 2 days, Moracas.” She walked over to the settee where her cloak lay, and picked it up. Handing it to Moracas, she waited while he slipped it upon her shoulders, and turned her around to face him so he could tie the ribbon underneath her chin. “You will not be disappointed, Your Excellency.” “Good. See that I am not.” With that, Diente, lifted the hood off her back and covered her black hair. Opening the main door, she made her way out into the black night…

Moracas finished his bloodwyne, still gazing into the fire. The Black Hand. He had not thought about the organization in years. There had not been any need to do so, as Spain and France had been relatively quiet, without any dissension or unrest. Now, this pander, this Ramone, was causing unrest within France and the outer southern border of Spain. Moracas was damned good at what he did, and Diente knew it. He figured she had kept track of him over the years just in case he was ever needed…

Setting the empty glass down on the end table, Moracas slowly walked out of the main salon area and toward the bedchamber. Rayna was newly embraced; however, she was a female, and in his mind, all females were intuitive when it came to sexual matters. He hoped she would not guess what had transpired between him and Diente, but if she did, so what? He was her Sire, and she must obey him in all things. Her feelings did not matter, did they?

Rayna sat quietly by the fire, contemplating. She had seen the look that passed between Moracas and Diente, and knew there was a history there. Whether or not they had ever been intimate remained to be seen. However, even so, she was not going to be mired down in jealousy or possessiveness. Men were animals, and not to be trusted, even if the man in question happened to be your Sire. Slowly, a hard coldness began to build from deep within her. Hearing the door open, she turned to see Moracas walk in the room.

“You are back.” She said quietly, turning back to face the fire. “Si.” He replied, walking to the window. The servants had removed the black cloth per Moracas’s standing orders. He required the cloths be removed every night to allow the moonlight to peer into the rooms. He liked to stand by the windows gazing out over the lushness of the green grass, especially as it looked in the moonlight. Now, his eyes roamed the lawn, as he waited to see what Rayna would say or do. When nothing was said, he felt a curiosity began to build from within. ‘I wonder why she is not saying anything?’ He thought, slowly turning to face her. Her back was turned toward him, as her long blonde hair glistened in the firelight. His eyes bored into her back, causing Rayna to turn around.

“Was there something you wanted Sire?” Something for me to do?” He raised an eyebrow in surprise. “No, nothing mi querida.” He replied, walking over to sit down in the chair opposite of her. “However, there is something I must discuss with you.” She gave him her full attention. “The Archbishop came here to require me to perform a duty for her. I must perform a wild hunt mi querida, and I will explain to you what that is as well as of my organization.” Rayna leaned back in her chair settling herself comfortably in. Gazing into Moracas’s eyes, she knew the truth of what had transpired between him and Diente earlier. Yet, she did not feel any emotion in response. ‘Interesting’ she thought.

“The Black Hand is a group of skilled, elite kindred Assassins, querida. The members of the Hand take orders from one of four Seraphim, who are the “generals” so to speak. Tonight, Diente gave me my orders, but she received them from Hendrik, who is Seraphim for this region of the world.” Moracus paused for a moment, gazing off into the distance as if remembering other times…

Bringing his attention back to the present, Moracas continued. “To become a member of the Hand querida, one must be chosen by a Seraphim. The chosen vampires have usually proven themselves in some manner of physical fighting, mental strategy, or some other way that will be of benefit to the Sabbat as a whole. I was chosen by Hendrik many centuries ago Rayna, and even now, I am still called upon to perform special tasks for not only the Seraphim, but for the Regent if needed.”

Rayna listened quietly as Moracas continued to explain to her all about the Black Hand and the importance of the organization; not only for the Sabbat, but for the Lasombra. Her eyes widened in surprise at his next words. “Eventually, I would like you to become a member. I have seen certain strengths in you, mi amour, that I feel would be of great benefit to the organization.”

Swallowing, Rayna replied. “Me Sire? Are you certain?” As he nodded his head yes, Rayna turned to gaze into the fire, her brows furrowed together in concern as she thought, 'what next?'

Chapter Six (The Clan)

Sat, 09 Apr 2011 21:38:33 +0100

Chapter Six (The Clan)

The moon was hidden behind several thick clouds, which only allowed a diminutive amount of light to get through; however, the horse pulling the coach carrying Moracas and Rayna sped down the narrow road as if he could see perfectly. As the carriage made its way down the darkened path, Rayna leaned back against the leather seat, mulling over the previous 24 hours. In 24 hours time, she had been raped, embraced, made love too, and killed another human being. ‘Mio dios’ she thought with a sigh, closing her eyes briefly to try and stop the ever-changing images flashing through her mind. Part of her felt sad at the thought of never seeing los nińos again, and part of her was excited at the thought of beginning a new adventure. She had to think of what had happened to her as an adventure, otherwise she would surely go crazy.

Now, she and Moracas sped through the night toward his home in the South of France. They were headed to a small town called Pau, where Moracas’s château de Luc was located. Moracas was Spanish; however, he had informed Rayna that he loved all things French, including the housing structures. “Moracas, how much longer until we arrive?” Rayna asked, tired of riding in the carriage. Moracas turned to face her from the opposite side of the carriage. “Soon querida. We are almost to the French border now.” As he gazed at her beauty in the dim lighting of the carriage, Moracas felt desire stir once again within him. “We could pass the time most pleasurably mi amor.” He got up and sat down next to her on the leather seat. Soon they were entwined together, lost in their passion…

Just before the sky began to lighten with dawn’s approach, the pair pulled into the driveway of Moracas’s château. Rayna gazed out the window and gasped in delight. The building was made of light-colored stone, with a variety of different sized windows. Several spires were seen on opposite ends of the house, with a section toward the back ending in a large spiral. The roof was slightly darker in color, and several chimneys were strategically placed all around. Rayna imagined there were fireplaces in all of the main rooms. “We are here mi querida.” Moracas said with a smile, opening the little carriage door as it drew to a halt.

Moracas stepped down from the coach first, followed by Rayna. He assisted her down the little step, and as her dainty foot touched the ground, she felt she was at home. Smiling, she followed Moracas into the château de Luc. A servant stepped out of the open doorway, and assisted the coachman with their luggage. As they walked into the main entryway, Rayna gasped aloud in delight. There was a mixture of Spanish and French artwork upon the walls and in glass cabinets. The hallway itself was wide and light, the walls a pearl white in color. Rayna followed Moracas into the main drawing room, where a large fire burned brightly. The furniture was of French design, and the room was large and airy.

“It is hermosa, Moracas” She said with a pleasurable sigh, drinking in the surroundings. “Gracias, querida niña” he replied with an indulgent smile as he watched Rayna look around the room in delight. “Come querida. We must go rest now before the day is upon us…”

Rayna opened her eyes to a warm, glowing fire. The room she shared with Moracas was the master bedchamber, and it was large and masculine in décor. The large bed was made of oak, with walnut trim. A sheer silk cloth dropped from the top of the bed, enclosing the two in a cocoon-like atmosphere. Several large chests made of oak and carved with intricate designs of animals and cathedrals, lined the walls. An oak table with two chairs sat in the middle of the room if Moracas chose to dine in there. Several comfortable chairs sat in front of the fire, and a large desk hugged the opposite wall.

Stretching, Rayna sighed in pleasure. She and Moracas had fell into bed just as the first rays of sunlight peeked over the French hills surrounding the Chateau. The windows were encased with black cloth that did not allow any light to infiltrate through. The two had made love once again, before falling into a deep slumber. Now, Rayna sat up in the bed, and pushed her long hair out of her eyes. “Hungry querida?” Moracas said huskily from beside her. She turned to look down upon him, smiling. He made such a handsome figure, lying there nude. His muscular frame was hard as a rock, and his long auburn hair lay spread out on the white pillow beneath his head.

“Si” Rayna replied, feeling the hollowness grow within her. Moracas smiled, and then arose from the bed his naked frame resplendent in the glow of the firelight. Rayna appreciated beauty, and as she gazed at Moracas while he dressed, she felt the familiar stirring of desire. ‘I am becoming a regular puta’ she thought with a smile, getting up and walking over to Moracas. She ran her hands across his broad shoulders, and leaned forward to kiss his chest, then his lips. She was rewarded when his hardness pressed insistently against her stomach, and in one swift movement, Moracas lifted her naked form up into his arms carrying her back to the bed. He quickly undressed and, and gazed down upon her nude form. “You are maravilloso mi amor” He whispered, kissing her lips, and then moving down to kiss each breast. His tongue encircled each nipple, licking and sucking until Rayna gasped in delight. He moved his hand down to her opening and placed two fingers inside. She spread her legs to allow him easier access, and cried out as his tongue replaced his fingers.

‘Oh mi dios’ she thought, the passion she felt rising until it threatened to spill out of her. Her hips moved in time to his mouth and tongue as he continued to work his magic. She grabbed his hair pulling his mouth even closer, and wrapped her legs around his head. He reached under her and placed his hands on each buttock, lifting her up off the bed, his mouth and tongue ravishing her. When she thought she could stand it no more, he rose up and entered her in one swift movement. Soon, they cried out in unison as both reached their climax. Rayna lay satiated within Moracas’s arms, feeling sleepy once more. “Do not fall asleep querida, we must feed” Moracas said gently, leaning over her to place a kiss upon her lips. “Si, Sire” she replied, getting out of bed to dress.

Rayna’s clothes had been pressed and placed within an oak armoire. She chose a light blue silk dress, and quickly dressed. As she finished brushing her blonde hair, a soft knock sounded upon the door. “Entrar” Moracas called out. A young man entered the room, his pale beauty entrancing Rayna. “Ah, Miguel, it is good to see you” Moracas said with a smile. The young man smiled tentatively, walking over to stand in front of Moracas. “I am here as ordered” He said in a soft voice. Moracas smiled down at Miguel, smoothing out his long black hair. In one swift movement, he leaned forward and began to feed. Rayna gasped, watching in fascination. Moracas finally stopped, licking the wounds. Miguel stood as if in a trance, a look of pleasure upon his face.

“He does not feel pain querida, only pleasure” Moracas said softly, placing a kiss upon the man’s forehead. “He is called a ghoul, and his sole purpose is to provide sustenance for me. Now, he will also provide you with sustenance until we can find you a suitable replacement. Come and feed querida.” Rayna slowly glided over to Miguel, and gazed down at the man’s beautiful face. His paleness intrigued her, as he looked like a porcelain doll. “You must not drink too much, else he pass out” Moracas whispered, standing behind her. “Si Sire” she replied, leaning forward to sink her fangs deep into Miguel’s neck. As his blood filled her mouth and smoothly flowed down her throat, Rayna felt alive, felt wonderful. She wanted to devour the man, drink until she burst. Vaguely, she remembered what Moracas had said, and with reluctance pulled away just before Moracas intervened. “Muy Buena, querida.” Moracas said, pleased. Rayna licked the wounds, and marveled as they instantly closed over. Miguel stood there with a look of ecstasy on his face, his eyes closed. Soon, he opened them, and bowing, left the room.

“Feel better?” Moracas inquired, walking to stand in front of the fireplace. “Very much so, Sire.” Rayna replied, walking to stand next to him. She watched the dancing flames for a moment, feeling calm and at peace. Moracas placed an arm around her shoulders, and hugged her close for a moment. “We have much to discuss mi querida. I must teach you the ways of Lasombra, and of the Sabbat.” He walked over to one of the chairs facing the fireplace, and sat down. Motioning Rayna to sit in the other chair, she dutifully complied. “As I mentioned before, you are part of the Lasombra clan novia. All nine core clans are founded by direct descendents of Caine, dark father of us all. Caine embraced three childer; Enoch, Irad, and Zillah. The three childer, after many years, embraced the clan’s founders, or antediluvians. Lasombra was clan Lasombra’s antediluvian; however, he was killed, or diablerised, betrayed by one of his childer.

Rayna sat quietly, listening intently to Moracas. He paused, and leaned back in his comfortable chair. “Lasombra was diablerised not so long ago, querida. We are a young clan, but also founders of Sabbat. There are two main factions, or clan structures that guide the bloodlines, and they are Sabbat and Camarilla. Sabbat consists of Lasombra and Tzimisce clans. Camarilla consists of the Toreadors, Brujahs, Malkavians, Nosferatus, Tremere, and Ventrues. The Sabbat and Camarilla’s are at war the majority of the time, querida; however, truces are often called to maintain a decorum of decency amongst us kindred. Finally, there are independents, or antitribu riffraff that wander about, causing more problems than their worth.” Moracas stopped speaking, and got up out of his chair. “There is much to learn querida, much to learn.”

Rayna sat back, trying to remember everything Moracas had told her. Her head swam with the unfamiliar names and terminology, and she wondered if she would ever learn it all. Moracas watched her closely, seemingly understanding what she was thinking. “In time, mi amor, all will become clear to you.” He smiled and walked over to where she sat. “Lasombra is something to be proud of mi novia. Not only is our clan filled with aristocrats, but we are the founders of Sabbat. There are several ranks within the Sabbat that you must learn: the first is Regent, who is the leader of Sabbat and is addressed as “Most Distinguished Excellency.” Next is the Cardinal, who is head of state. He or she is addressed as “Your Eminence.” Priscus is adviser to the rulers and follows Cardinal. He or she is addressed as “Very Reverend Sir or Madam.” Archbishop is addressed as “Your Excellency”, and is the position held by kindred who rules over a city of importance. Bishop follows next, and is an advisory staff member with political standing. He or she is also addressed as “Your Excellency.” A paladin or templar is a bodyguard position. They are addressed as “Sir or Lady.” Ductus comes next querida, and is a leader of a Sabbat pack. He or she is simply addressed as “Ductus.” Finally, Priest is a pack’s spiritual leader, and is the one to perform specific rituals within the pack. He or she is addressed as “Reverend Sir or Madam.” The rest of kindred are simply addressed as “brothers and sisters.”

A knock sounded upon the door, and Moracas stopped talking. “Entrar.” He said, as the door opened to reveal one of the servants who had assisted them when they first arrived. “Excusez moi, Sir, but the Archbishop Diente is here to see you.” Moracas lifted an eyebrow in response to the news of the Archbishop’s arrival. “Well, that was certainly quick.” He responded, nodding to the servant. “Tell her I shall join her in the main salón in un momento.” The servant nodded, and retreated from the room. Moracas turned to face Rayna. “Mi querida, I must see the Archbishop. Feel free to explore the house; however, do not enter the main salón unless I call for you. I must inform the Archbishop of your embrace, and I am not certain as to how she will react to the news.” He strode over to plant a kiss upon her lips, and with a nod, left the room.

Rayna was puzzled as to why the Archbishop would not take the news of her embrace in a positive light. The fact that the Archbishop was a woman did not escape Rayna’s notice…

Chapter Five (The Seduction)

Fri, 25 Mar 2011 00:37:13 +0100

Chapter Five (The Seduction)

The pair raced through the woods, the light from the moon glinting on a tree limb here, a green leaf there. As the palace came into view, Moracas stopped. “There are several guards querida, and I do not want to alert them. Stay behind me.” Rayna nodded, stopping behind Moracas. She watched as he began to manipulate the shadows once again. Intrigued, Rayna saw a form begin to take place. The shadows merged as one, and formed a wall. Unless one looked closely at the shadow wall, it blended in with the dark environment of the night. Rayna was impressed as Moracas motioned her to follow him.

The two walked slowly around the guards and over to the side of the building. The shadow wall effectively hid them, and the guards were not alerted to their presence. As they reached the dark wall, they quickly scaled it, moving up to the second floor window of Moracas’s personal chambers. Climbing through the window, they were once more back from where they started.

As advisor to the King, Moracas was assigned private, spacious rooms that were kept away from the court’s prying eyes. “Mi querida, as you well know, the court is nosy and gossipy. We must retain our privacy at all costs: do I make myself clear?” Moracas spoke purposely, one eyebrow raised as he gazed at Rayna. She nodded her blonde head, her eyes gazing around the chamber.

Spacious, the salon, or sala principal, consisted of light yellow gothic-style stone. The large windows were open to the night, and the white linen curtains moved slightly as a light breeze filtered in. A large fireplace was set against the main wall, and now, a cozy fire burned steadily in the hearth.

Rayna walked closer to the fire, gazing at the flickering flames as they danced against the stone background. A large desk sat to the side, where Moracas had piles of papers littering the top. A decanter of bloodwyne sat on a low-end table next to the desk. Moracas strode over to the decanter and poured each of them a glass. Turning to Rayna, he handed her one, pausing to sip of his own.

“Mi hija, from now on, I am Sire to you when we are alone; however, in public, I remain Moracas, of course.” He gazed deeply into her eyes, nodding with approval when he saw comprehension light them up. “Yes Sire” Rayna replied, taking a sip of the bloodwyne. The sweetness of the liquid appealed to her; however, it had a musty aftertaste. She drank greedily, wanting more. Moracas watched her, seemingly disgusted by her lack of control. “You really must learn to use willpower to curb your hunger urges querida, for it is unseemly to give in to them.”

Properly chastised, Rayna set the glass down upon the table, unfinished. She had to fight the urge to drink it down and pour some more. Pulling her attention away from the bloodwyne with reluctance, she looked at Moracas. “Sire, might I ask why you chose to turn me into…what I am now? What about the Queen’s bebés? How can I properly care for them now?” Moracas sipped his bloodwyne, seemingly in deep contemplation. “I am happy mi hija that you are curious. However, in all things, you must learn the fine art of balance, for taken too far, curiosity can get you into serios problemas.” He paused to finish his bloodwyne. Rayna took the opportunity to finish hers as well, relishing the feel and taste of the thick liquid as it flowed down her throat.

“Now I will tell you this once, mi querida. I have been watching you for many days now. Your beauty, your charm, has entranced me, and I am not one easily entranced. When I saw Diego viciously attack you, I knew that if you remained human, your psyche would be severely damaged. I made up my mind to go ahead and embrace you, mi hija. Now do not make me regret my decision.” He paused to gaze into the fire, his back turned to her. “Yes Sire, I will remember all that you tell me.” Rayna said softly, the gentle breeze flowing through the windows, caressing her cold skin like a lover’s hands.

Moracas’s words about Diego prompted Rayna to think back on the previous night. At first, she did not feel anything: no sense of loss, no outrage, nothing. She replayed the event in her mind, remembering Diego’s words, his throwing her to the ground and ripping her gown; entering her, and pounding her virgin flesh until it bled. As the images flashed through her mind, she began to feel a rage build up from deep within her. Her eyes darkened in anger. Her hands formed fists at her sides, her fangs unsheathed and protruding out of her mouth. Moracas turned and watched her, a little smile playing across his mouth.

“Ah, mi querida, the rage builds from within. That is good; however, do not let it get out of control. Learn to harness it, and use it when needed.” He walked over to her, stopping directly in front of her. Looking down into her face, he reached over to caress her cheek with his long fingers. “Such la perfecciόn,” he whispered, as he leaned forward to lick her lips. His long auburn hair gently touched the side of her face as his cold, raspy tongue continued to lick her wet lips. She stood still, not sure what to do, when he began to suck on her bottom lip. As his tongue crept into her mouth, Rayna initially felt like biting it; however, he was her Sire, and he had told her to obey him in all things. Shuddering, she opened her mouth to give him access. She felt his large hands roaming all over her body and suddenly; her dress was lying upon the floor, leaving her to stand there nude.

Moracas slowly moved his hands over her naked flesh, prodding and probing. His thick, wet tongue darted in and out of her mouth, moving across her own tongue and the inner walls of her mouth. He bit her lips; gently at first, and then with more insistence as his passion rose. In an instant, he was standing there naked, the object of his passion pushing insistently against her stomach. Rayna felt his hands moving all over her, his hardness pushing and probing. Her anger began to turn to passion as she gave in to the experience, hesitantly moving her tongue around and over his; sucking it, pushing her body into him. The flames leapt upward in the fireplace, casting a warm glow across the room and their bodies.

Rayna moaned in pleasure, as she felt Moracas move his lips and tongue down from her lips to her neck. She felt his fangs prick her skin, and the pressure of him drinking from her. He only drank a little, and when he was finished, he licked the wounds clean, watching as they immediately closed over. “Now your turn querida.” He whispered, the passion making his eyes even darker. He leaned back, tilting his head, and lifted Rayna up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. This brought her wetness against his hardness, and her body shivered with passion. Looking down, she watched as the vein in Moracas’s neck pulsed. Unsheathing her fangs, she pierced the skin and felt the warm blood flow into her mouth. As she drank, she felt her orgasm building. Moracas felt it too, and thrust up deep inside her in one movement.

Sighing in pleasure, Rayna withdrew her fangs licking the wound as she had seen Moracas do. He was slowly moving within her, thrusting deep inside. Rayna felt pleasure wash over her as she instinctively began to move with him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Rayna, mi amor, you are one step closer to being blood bound with me as I am with you” Rayna did not know what blood bond meant: she only knew that Moracas was making her feel wonderful and she wanted more…

Moracas put his hands on Rayna’s hips, guiding her up and down his hard shaft as he continued to pump her. He bent his head down to take her nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking it until it hardened. Squeezing her ass cheeks, he walked over to the wall and put her back against it as he slammed into her repeatedly, making her cry out in pleasure. Her head thrown back in ecstasy, Rayna grabbed Moracas’s shoulders, digging her nails into the muscle.

They moved together in unison, their passion peaking. As Moracas spent inside Rayna, she matched him with her own orgasm. They both cried out in their pleasure, moving a few more times to revel in the shuddering sensations. “Oh mi dios” Rayna sighed, her eyes slowly opening. Moracas smiled, and put her down upon the ground. Standing, Rayna was petite and he towered over her. The blood bond begun last night when Rayna drank of his blood was beginning to show in her eyes as she gazed up at him. “Rayna, the blood bond is one where kindred are bound together for eternity. A vampire must drink another vampire’s blood three times, on three different nights. If that occurs, the vampire is completely devoted to the one whose blood now runs through her veins. Last night, you drank of my blood and again this night. If you do so tomorrow night, you will be bound to me for eternity.”

Moracas bent down to kiss her head, and then quickly dressed. Rayna followed suit, and asked, “If you drink of my blood Sire, then will you be bound to me as well?” He turned to look at her, a gentle smile on his face. “Of course, mi querida. But that will not happen. I only told you of the blood bond so you would not unknowingly become bound to me. I do not wish that to happen.” He sat down to put on his shoes. “Now, I have business with the King. If I were you, I would gather those things you just cannot part with querida, and bring them back here. For after this night, we leave here forever.” Rayna’s eyes widened at his words. “Where are we to go Sire?” She said with a sinking feeling. Moracas stood up, and put on his cloak. Black gloves followed. He made an impressive figure dressed in his court finery, and Rayna could not help but admire his physique. "I have extensive holdings in the south of France, and that is where we shall go. You must disappear querida, and there is much you need to learn of Lasombra as well as Sabbat. Prepare yourself mi amor. I shall return as soon as I can.”

Rayna sat down for a moment to collect her thoughts. ‘Disappear! What of her family? The bebés?’ Sadness threatened to overtake her, but then Diego’s face filled her vision. The anger she had felt earlier before her tryst with Moracas returned three fold. ‘Yes Sire, we shall disappear. But first, I have something I must attend to…’

Rayna entered the main salon where the courtiers were gathered. She looked stunning in an ice blue satin dress, the bodice low cut and barely covering her nipples. Her blonde hair flowed loosely behind her, falling to her waist. Diamonds twinkled on her earlobes, and a small diamond pendant sat nestled between her breasts, a present from Moracas. Rayna blended into the background, quickly scouring the room for signs of Diego. Her eyes stopped on his foppish figure, and with determination, she made her way over to him.

“Diego. Might I have a word?” She whispered huskily, her hips swaying sensually as she glided over to where he stood in conversation with another courtier. He turned to see who it was, and when his eyes found hers, they widened in first surprise, then lust. He perused her form, licking his lips. “Of course, maravillosa. Whatever you say.” Rayna gave him a seductive smile, as she turned and headed out a side door. Diego followed on her heels like a love sick puppy. “I figured you would not have anything more to do with me after last night, but I am happy I was wrong.” Diego said pompously. “Couldn’t get enough of me, eh?”

Rayna almost gagged at his words, but kept her composure. She led Diego through a series of hallways until they were in the back of the castle. Opening a door at the end of a long hallway, Rayna led Diego into the room. A single candle burned on a table, which stood in the middle of the room. The room was bare of any other furniture, and Rayna walked over to the table. Diego followed, grabbing her shoulders and attempted to kiss her. That action proved to be his last, for Rayna, her anger finally taking control, grabbed Diego around the neck and viciously tore into it with her bared fangs. She had one triumphant moment where he realized what she was and shock poured from his eyes. “You will never hurt another human being again Diego, you maldito bastardo.” She cried out as blood gushed from his torn artery. Gurgling, he could not make a sound as blood filled his throat and mouth. Rayna lapped it up just as fast as it pumped out, and before his heart beat its last beat, Rayna twisted his head breaking his spinal cord. Disgusted, she threw him down onto the floor. Spitting on his corpse, she spoke contemptuously: “Now who has the final laugh que pendajo?” Wiping her mouth, she straightened her bodice and smoothed her hair. “Who has the final laugh indeed?”

Chapter Four (The Hunger)

Fri, 25 Mar 2011 00:00:46 +0100

Chapter Four (The Hunger)

Rayna sat down heavily upon a silk chair, mulling over all Moracas had shown and told her. Now, he stood by the window, gazing down upon the grounds giving her time alone to think. She glanced around the bedchamber, noting her senses were more astute: she could smell things she could not smell before, see things in the shadows she had not seen before, and hear things outside the window she had never heard before…

Rayna glanced down at her hands, her skin. Before the embrace, her skin had been golden in color; now, it was much paler: more translucent. She could see several veins pulsing just underneath her skin, and it both repulsed and fascinated her. Rayna also noticed she did not feel either cold or hot; her body was not “picking up” temperature changes in the air. She tried to imagine how she had looked and felt yesterday, but they were elusive images that would not take hold in her mind.

Sighing, she got up and glided over to where Moracas stood. She gazed out of the window too, and was suddenly gripped by a gnawing hunger. “Moracas, mi maestro, I am hungry.” Closing her eyes, she tried to divert her thoughts, but the hunger grew stronger and stronger, making her feel so weak…

“Come mi hija. You must feed now. You require sustenance to complete the transformation.” Moracas opened the window, and within the blink of an eye was down upon the ground. Rayna looked out the window, noting she was several stories up off the ground. ‘How do I get down?’ She thought worriedly. Without thinking, she was out on the window ledge and scaling the wall quickly, until she too, was standing firmly on the ground next to Moracas. The ability to move swiftly and with supple grace seemed ingrained within her…

“Time to feed mi hija.” Moracas sped off into the night, Rayna right behind him. Her long, white gown trailing softly behind her, her feet barely touching the ground as she seemed to glide effortlessly through the night… Soon, the two approached the outskirts of Agrόn, a small village where several of the royal groundskeepers lived. The village was small, yet quaint. Little two-room casas made of white limestone sat off the main cobblestone path that ran the length of the village. As with any of the villages in Spain, the dominating focus was the Catedral; and Agrόn was no different.

Made of light-colored stone, the Catedral stood out among the more plain casas. The main doorway had a rounded arch, intricately carved with filigreed drawings. Several small spires stood on either end of the building: wide on the bottom and narrowed at the top. The majority of windows were covered in black wrought-iron. Directly above the main archway, was a beautiful stained-glass window, displaying a rainbow of colors.

Rayna had always loved to gaze at the stunning architectural design of churches, and tonight was no different. “Come querida, we cannot waste time.” Moracas whispered, melting into the shadows. Rayna moved behind Moracas, and studied the scene. Several men walked about the Catedral, carrying various items such as firewood. Moracas put a finger to his lips, motioning Rayna to stay close behind him. She obeyed, quietly following…

Moracas moved swiftly behind one lone man, and pulled him into a narrow opening of the church. Fascinated, Rayna moved closer to watch. The frightened man’s eyes widened as Moracas sank his fangs into his neck. Drinking deeply, Moracas put one hand over the man’s mouth, and held onto his body with the other. The man’s eyes flickered briefly as Moracas hypnotized him into silence. Withdrawing his fangs, Moracas motioned to Rayna. “Drink nińa.”

Tentatively, Rayna walked over; and as the hunger consumed her, she quickly sank her unsheathed fangs into his carotid artery. Blood gushed into her mouth and down her throat, filling her veins like ambrosia. She felt exhilarated: her senses seemed to come alive. She felt powerful, sexual, and masterful. Drinking as if she could not get enough, she moaned in disappointment when Moracas roughly pulled her away. “Tonto estúpido! You must never fully drain the body of blood or you will be poisoned!” He lashed out, quickly wrapping his large hands around the man’s neck and twisting until it snapped. Picking up the body, he threw it into a darkened corner, and turned to face Rayna.

“You must always obey me Rayna. Never go against me in acciones o palabras, or you will die a horrible final death!” Moracas raised his hand as if he were going to strike her. Rayna stood boldly in front of him, not flinching. Slowly, she smiled up into his face. “Ah, perdόname mi maestro. I will strive to do better, I promise.” She gazed into his eyes, the sensuality pouring forth. Moving closer to him, she laid her hand upon his chest. “I want to learn as much as I can muy señor mio.” Appeased, Moracas softened his gaze, lowering his hand. He looked into her strikingly beautiful turquoise eyes, and smiled. Proud of her, his decision to embrace her was renewed at her show of boldness and pride. “That is mucho major, mi querida.”

Moracas sped through the night back to the royal palace. Rayna followed, reveling in the night, the shadows. The blood of the human coursed through her veins, her body; filling her with a power such as she had never known. She finally understood what Moracas had meant when he said she was reborn into power and manipulation…

Chapter Three (The Embrace)

Thu, 24 Mar 2011 23:59:56 +0100

Chapter Three (The Embrace)

“You poor little nińa. You must get up at once” A voice spoke quietly from the shadows. Dazed, Rayna did not recognize the man at first; however, as he continued murmuring softly to her, she finally realized it was Moracas, the King’s advisor. Slowly, Rayna turned her turquoise eyes to finally light upon his face. Her vision was blurred, and blinking several times it began to clear; only to reveal Moracas leaning over her, his white fangs gleaming brightly in the moonlight…

Rayna awoke just as the last rays of sunlight disappeared into the night, just like the flame of a candle snuffed out by a wisp of cold breath. She sat up, noting she was in an unfamiliar bed. Throwing her legs over the side, she stood, dressed in a simple, long white gown. Her blonde hair was brushed, and gleamed palely in the candlelight that flickered throughout the bedchamber. Looking about, Rayna did not recognize the room from which she was ensconced. Curious, she went to the door, and before she could open it, the King’s advisor, Moracas walked in.

The first day of her arrival when she had wandered into the King’s area, Rayna had spied Moracas in the background. She noticed him watching her then, and whenever she happened to see him during court, he would always observe her. Strangely, she was not afraid of him; rather, more curious than anything. Curious now, she watched as he strode into the room dressed in a fine white doublet with black jerkin. Black hose worn under a black codpiece with flat black shoes completed the outfit. He made a fine impression as he was tall, muscular, and very handsome. His long auburn hair hung loosely around his shoulders this evening, not pulled back into his customary ponytail.

“Ah, mi querida, I see you have awakened. How was your slumber?” He walked about the chamber, idly touching a table, a candlestick, a chair. Rayna stood there, confused as to where she was and why he was there.

“Dormi bien supongo.” Rayna replied, finding a silk-covered chair to sit upon before her legs gave out from under her. “Why am I here Moracas? That is your name, correct?” Pausing before a large chest of drawers made of fine oak wood, Moracas nodded in response to her question regarding his name. He looked at her with his dark, piercing eyes, one hazel and one green in color. “You don’t remember then, nińa?” He replied in a soft tone of voice, studying the expression on her face. Rayna looked puzzled, and shook her head no. “Am I supposed to remember something?” She responded, even more confused. Moracas sighed, for he now knew what had to be done…

“Come here, nińa. Come to me.” Moracas said, moving to the dark, covered window. Rayna quietly got up from her chair, and obediently walked over to where he stood. She felt cold for some reason, even though a large, bright fire blazed brightly in the expansive fireplace. Her stomach felt hollow, and her head reeled with fleeing thoughts: thoughts that did not make sense…

“Watch and learn, mi estudiante ansioso.” Moracas said softly as he began to move his hands and arms. Rayna stood to the side, and almost screamed aloud as a disembodied screen formed in front of the window. She did gasp aloud, involuntarily taking a step backward as she saw herself materialize on the screen, and cried out, “What magia is this?”

“Se calma!” Moracas called out harshly, concentrating on manipulating the shadows to do his bidding. Swallowing back her fear, Rayna watched in silence as the scene from the previous night enfolded in front of her. The tears began to flow from her eyes as she witnessed Diego’s violent assault upon her person. She shook her head in despair as he left her lying broken, upon the ground. “I really did not need to see that again” She whispered softly, bowing her head in pain and embarrassment. “Ver” Moracas said in a hissing tone.

Rayna lifted her tear-stained eyes once more to the shadow screen, and saw Moracas step out of the dark to speak to her prone body. Gasping aloud, Rayna whirled around to face Moracas. “You were there?” He lifted a hand to quiet her, and she returned to watch the scene play out. Moracas slowly moved to Rayna’s body, leaning forward, revealing long, white fangs. When Rayna saw this, she almost fainted, and faltered where she stood; only stopping when Moracas helped her to regain her balance.

She watched with morbid fascination as Moracas sank his fangs deeply into her carotid artery, drinking deeply of her blood. A single red line trickled down the side of her neck as he finally stopped, licking the bloody trail and the two wounds. Rayna saw the wounds instantly close, and her eyes widened in surprise. Turning her head, she looked at Moracas expectantly.

“The saliva from a vampire has the ability to heal wounds mi querida. There is much you must learn” Rayna stopped listening when he said vampire. ‘Vampire? Is that what he is?’ She thought, sickened. “Ver this mi querida and all shall be explained.” Moracas said, his voice hypnotically appealing to Rayna’s ears. Unwillingly, Rayna turned her head back to the screen, and watched herself fall limp into Moracas’s arms. “In effect, you died nińa; however, you were reborn into a wonderful existence, one of power and manipulation.”

“I don’t want to be reborn into power and manipulation! What are you telling me?” Rayna cried, tearing her eyes from the screen. Suddenly, images filled her mind: images from the previous night. Watching herself on the screen had brought it all back to her in a rush. She had felt Moracas sink his sharp fangs into her neck; felt the burning fire course through her veins. She had closed her eyes in terror, but the vivid colors shone through, completely obscuring her vision. As her heart began to slow and then finally stop beating, Rayna had experienced both pain and ecstasy. While Moracas drank of her blood, the virus that flowed through his veins began to run rampant throughout her own body, turning her into the monster she now was. Her body felt cold and hot, and pleasurable. Never having had sex before Diego so roughly raped her, Rayna did not know what an orgasm was; however, she experienced one as she “died” in Moracas’s arms…

As if hypnotized, Rayna continued to watch herself on the ghostly screen. She saw Moracas open the vein in his left wrist with a sharp fingernail, and hold it over her mouth so the blood could flow into it. She watched as she lapped it up, and then wrapped her mouth around the wound sucking furiously. She watched as Moracas tore her mouth from his arm and push her back onto the ground. She watched as she ran her tongue around her mouth, lapping up every drop of his blood…

Her body convulsing, Rayna was brought back to the present as the orgasm shook her body violently. Crying out, she felt the wetness between her thighs, and closed her eyes in pleasure. “There, there mi querida. Wasn’t that nice?” Moracas said softly, his hands upon her body caressing it. Rayna gave in to the foreign sensations, pleasure washing over her in waves. “Wha…what just happened?”

Moracas stopped rubbing and caressing her through the thin silk gown, and moved away. “All in good time, mi querida, all in good time.” He moved his arms and hands again in front of the shadow screen, and it disappeared. Rayna, still quivering from her experience, drew in a deep breath as the screen dissolved leaving the empty dark window behind…

Rayna instinctively reached up to feel the side of her neck where Moracas had pierced the skin with his fangs. She felt nothing but smooth, cold skin, and marveled at the vampire’s healing abilities. She was curious as well as to the condition of her own teeth, and began to move toward a free-standing mirror. She felt the sharp incisors, but wanted to see them too.

A scream pierced the night, and Moracas came running to find Rayna, screaming in front of the mirror. Her reflection, as well as Moracas’s was missing from the mirror’s reflection. “Where am I? Is this another one of your tricks?” She cried, putting out both hands to touch the smooth surface of the mirror. Cool glass was felt beneath her hands, her fingers. “No trick, nińa. You will never see your reflection again, I am afraid.” Rayna looked at him, shock etched across her face…

Chapter Two (The Court)

Fri, 25 Mar 2011 00:03:34 +0100

Chapter Two (The Court)

The sound of birds chirping outside her window woke Rayna the next morning. She lay there for a few moments, reveling in the softness of the mattress and the warmth of the thick comforter as it covered her body. ‘I guess I should get up’ She thought, lazily stretching her arms above her head. Sighing in pleasure, she opened her eyes and they immediately went to the window. Sitting on the ledge were two white doves, chirping amongst themselves. Laughing, Rayna sat up and watched them for a few moments. Suddenly, a knock was heard upon her door.

”Mistress Rayna, you are wanted in the Queen’s private chambers at once” A childish voice called through the door. Rayna hopped out of bed and dressed in a hurried fashion. “I will be right there!” She called out, quickly splashing water on her face and combing her hair. Her dress was newly made by her mother’s personal seamstress, and fit her body like a glove. She hoped the Queen would like it…

Opening the door, Rayna came face to face with a young girl, who smiled prettily up into Rayna’s face. “Dios, mío!” the girl cried out. “You are very pretty mistress. Madre will like you” Before Rayna could respond, the girl grabbed her hand and began to race off down the hallway. Struggling to keep up, Rayna followed her through twists and turns, until they finally arrived at a gold-encrusted doorway. “Don’t be nervous: Madre is very kind” The girl whispered as she slowly opened the door.

Rayna slowly followed the girl into the large chamber. The room was lavishly decorated: reclining sofas were scattered about, made of the finest Cherry and Spanish Mahogany wood. Intricate carvings were noted on the arms of the sofas, and they were covered in expensive yellow silk. Curio cabinets made of Cherry wood and pristine glass displayed rare ivory boxes, depicting scenes of famous royal hunts and court. Several of the boxes were filigreed with gold and silver, encrusted with rubies and emeralds. Paintings by Boticelli and Bellini lined the walls.

Rayna gazed around the room drinking in the sight. “Come here niña, and let me look at you” a soft melodic voice called from the middle of the room. Rayna turned toward the voice, and gasped aloud at the sight. Queen Isabella sat in a straight backed chair, several ladies in waiting combing her long reddish-gold hair. She wore a deep blue dressing gown, which molded to her figure. Even without her regal “finery,” the Queen made an impressive figure. Rayna curtsied, and then slowly walked over to stand in front of the Queen, her eyes lowered.

”Vienen niños” The Queen said softly, a small smile lighting her face. She waved away her ladies and leaned forward, placing her finger underneath Rayna’s chin. Slowly, she lifted it up, until Rayna was looking directly into the Queen’s kind blue eyes. Rayna was very intuitive, and could tell by looking into a person’s eyes whether that person was kind or not. Now, as she gazed into Isabella’s blue eyes, Rayna relaxed instantly. She knew the Queen had a kind soul, and she was immediately calmed in her presence. Smiling, Rayna spoke. “My Queen, I am thankful to be of service to you this day. I have eagerly awaited the chance to meet your los niños, and will take great care of them”

The Queen smiled softly at Rayna, and leaned back in her chair. She had been studying Rayna as Rayna gazed about the chamber. The young girl was a beauty for sure. Her long ice blonde hair hung straight down her back to her waist, a deep emerald green headband neatly placed on her head to keep her hair from falling into her eyes. The matching dress molded to her young body, and fell to just above her ankles. Her green slippers completed the outfit, and as Isabella studied her, a small smile lit up her face. She liked what she saw, and somehow knew the girl would be a good nurse maid to her children.

The Queen’s oldest child, Phillip, was soon to be eight. Maria was a year younger, and was the one who had brought Rayna to her. The baby, Joan, was only a few months old, and even now, slept peacefully in her little bassinette placed close to her mother. Isabella watched as Rayna’s eyes were drawn to the sleeping child, a peaceful, sweet look upon her face.

”That is our newest edition, niña. Little Joan, who is a quiet baby. Very little trouble at all.” The Queen said fondly, looking over at her pequeño bebé with soft eyes. “She is beautiful my Queen” Rayna said quietly, wanting to hold the baby, but not wanting to make a mistake. ‘Ah well, all in good time’ she thought, as the Queen called out to her middle child. “Maria! Come here hija” The little girl, who had been busy with a puzzle, got up promptly and ran over to her mother. “Si, Madre” she said, putting her arm around her mother’s shoulders.

“Maria, you have already met Rayna, but I want to properly introduce you mi hijo” Pulling her daughter into her lap, Isabella said to Rayna, “This is Maria of Spain Rayna.” Rayna smiled at the girl, and curtsied. “Pleased to meet you Maria” The girl giggled at Rayna’s curtsy. “You don’t have to curtsy to me Rayna!” Turning to her mother, she leaned in and whispered, “Isn’t she pretty Madre?” The Queen smiled, and nodded. “Now back to your puzzle mi amor”

Isabella stood up, standing to her full height of 5’4”. She and Rayna stood head to head. “Rayna, I have several tasks I must attend this morning, and one this afternoon. We partake of the midday meal during the 11^th hour, and then lie down for a respite until around two. I shall want to see mis bebés after they awaken from their nap for a short time before attending my meeting with the King.” Isabella leaned over the bassinette to place a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead. Standing back upright, she turned to Rayna with a smile. “The main meal begins around five, and afterward los niños are to have their baths and prepare for bed. I shall come in their bedchambers to say goodnight. Do you have any questions?”

Rayna had listened intently to the Queen’s instructions, and now shook her head no. “I will not leave their side my Queen. They shall be well taken care of” The Queen nodded her head, and with one last smile, left the room with her two attendants. Rayna sighed in relief, happy the interview had gone well. “Rayna, do you like puzzles?” Maria asked inquisitively, sitting on the floor with several puzzle pieces in her hands. Rayna gave the sleeping baby one last check and walked over to the little girl. “Ah yes querida, I love puzzles. Shall I help you?” At the little girl’s nod of acceptance, Rayna was soon lost in the puzzle picture of a forest strewn with wildflowers….

The los niños had finished their midday meal, and now were quietly resting. Rayna sat on a window seat gazing out over the expansive green lawn, taking a few moments to catch her breath. The los niños had proven to be a lively trio: Rayna finally met Phillip, who was a cute child, but very serious. When Phillip first laid eyes upon Rayna, they widened and then narrowed with shyness. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with the exception of his Madre. Then, when she smiled at him, he was lost. His first crush developed instantly, and he stayed close to her all day long much to Rayna’s amusement. She took the time to talk to the little boy, and really listen. She found him to be intelligent like his sister, just a bit more reserved.

Maria, a precocious child, was extremely talkative, and barely gave Rayna a chance to speak. However, Rayna loved listening to the little girl, and was quickly growing attached to not only her but all three los niños. The bebé, Joan, was a delight. When she had awakened from her little nap, she had looked around the room curiously, not crying out loud as most bebés tend to do. When her eyes met Rayna’s she had smiled, making cooing sounds, and Rayna fell in love immediately. ‘I am so fortunate’ Rayna thought with a smile as she drank in the sight of the Queen’s roses…

The days passed quickly, as Rayna soon became adjusted to life at court. She spent the majority of her time with the los niños, and found she loved every minute of it. The Queen spent a lot of time them, and Rayna grew to love her as she did the children.

Once the children were in bed, Rayna would attend the Queen in the main parlor. Usually the King was there as well; however, often times than not, he was holed up in another room with his advisors.

The people of the court were a colorful bunch to say the least. Many of the Courtiers and Courtesans were close friends of the King and Queen, and of noble birth. The social and political life of court was intriguing; however, Rayna had little use for it.

One night while sitting with the Queen’s ladies in waiting, Rayna met Diego de Cornt. An avid observer, Rayna mainly sat back when in the main salon, observing those around her. She had noticed Diego when she first arrived: it was difficult not to notice him. He was handsome in a cruel sort of way; however, his personality was a huge turn-off. He imagined himself to be a sexual magnet: one whom women could not resist. As a matter of fact, his ego was so huge; Rayna wondered how he even fit through the door…

Tonight, Rayna sat back quietly observing as was her usual custom. She was startled when the Queen called her over. “Rayna, querida, please come here” Isabella said in her soft, melodic voice. Standing up, Rayna obediently walked over to the Queen stopping at her side. The man, Diego was standing on the Queen’s left, a smirk on his face. “Rayna, I would like to introduce you to Diego de Cornt. He is the Duke of Alba querida.” Turning to Diego, she presented Rayna. “Diego, this is Rayna deSilva, daughter of Count Manuel deSilva.” Rayna slowly lifted her eyes to look at Diego. The lust burning within his own eyes was undeniable, and Rayna shivered with disgust despite herself. He reached out to take her hand, kissing the back of it with his cold, wet lips. Nausea threatened to overcome her as his lips lingered on her hand, feeling like a piece of cold meat. She wanted to run to her bedchamber and scour her hands free of the filth… However, she curtsied instead, because she knew it was expected.

“So pleased to meet you Rayna. I have not seen you here in court before. Are you new to the intrigues?” Diego said as he finally let her hand go. Rayna surreptitiously wiped her hand on the back of her dress, thinking it would never be truly clean again… “Yes I am. I am los niños nursemaid.” Rayna wanted to flee from his presence, but knew it would be considered rude to do just that. She averted her eyes from Diego as his intent toward her was clearly displayed through his own eyes. “If it would please you, perhaps I could come to call upon you in the near future?” Diego asked, licking his thick lips suggestively. Rayna felt bile rise up in the back of her throat, and she struggled to remain composed. “If you will excuse me, I must go and check the los niños.” Waiting for the Queen’s nod of approval, Rayna fairly ran out of the room and down the hallway until she reached her bedchamber. Slamming the door closed, she ran over to the chamber pot, the remnants of her supper spewing out of her mouth and almost filling the pot full…Rayna slowly rose from her bent over position, and washed her face and hands, scrubbing them with ferocity. Diego was positively vile, and she hoped she would not have anymore run-ins with him.

The next morning, after a fitful sleep, Rayna awoke to the sound of thunder, and rain pelting against her window. Sighing, she got out of bed and relieved herself, then washed her face and hands. She knew much of the day would be spent in conferring with the Queen regarding Phillip’s birthday tomorrow, so she readied herself and made haste to the Queen’s chambers. Entering the room, Isabella spied her and motioned for her to come over. Curtsying, Rayna said “Buenos dias Your Majesty” Isabella smiled at the girl, and clasped her hand. “Querida, I need your advice. What colors do you think we should decorate the main salon in for Phillip’s party?” The women chattered amongst themselves most of the morning preparing for a lavish affair for the almost eight year old…

Rayna's Story (A work in progress)

Thu, 24 Mar 2011 23:55:57 +0100

Prologue (The Rape)

Rayna hummed a little tune softly, beneath her breath. She was in a good mood this evening, having finished her duties as nurse maid for the children of Queen Isabella. All three children were safely tucked in their warm beds, dreaming of mindless children things she was sure. The oldest, Phillip, was quite the little charmer, and had Rayna wrapped around his little finger. She smiled, thinking of his childish antics. Just that morning, he had smiled up at her so prettily, asking her to sing him his favorite song. She had complied of course, as she could not refuse him anything.

‘I have spoiled the children rotten’ she thought fondly.

Rayna walked quietly along the long corridor within the Queen’s chambers, headed for the garden. It had rained most of the day, and Rayna wanted a breath of fresh air before retiring. Sighing, she thought of what tomorrow would bring. It was Phillip’s eighth birthday, and the Queen had commissioned jugglers, clowns, and minstrels for the child’s party. She knew she would be running from the time she got up, until the time she went to bed…

As she halted before the tall glass doors that opened into the Queen’s private gardens, Rayna came back to the present. Opening the doors wide, she closed her eyes in pleasure as the perfumed-filled breeze made its’ way in, caressing her warm skin like a lover’s touch. Stepping into the gardens, the full moon cast its glow upon her light blonde hair, which fell straight to her tiny waist. Her turquoise blue eyes sparkled with delight as she gazed around the pristine gardens. The scent of roses filled the warm night air, and Rayna closed her eyes in bliss. Suddenly, she was roughly grabbed from behind.

“Don’t even think about screaming perra, for if you do, I will gut you like the burlas pig you are”

Rayna stifled a scream, shivering in terror as the man wrapped his huge hand around her small mouth nearly smothering her. Her eyes widened in fear as the moonlight glinted off his sharp knife, which he held against her throat.

He pushed her to the ground, tearing her gown in the process. Flipping her onto her back, he pried her legs apart, while lifting the hem of her gown up around her waist. His hand still covered her mouth, but her eyes found his face…

’Diego! Mi Dios, why? Why is he doing this?’ Rayna thought paralyzed, her fear quickly turning to anger.

Diego de Cornt, a Spanish Duke, had tried to court Rayna, but she refused to allow him the privilege. He was vile, rude, and egotistical; and even though handsome in features, his personality turned her off. Now, here she was, under him upon the dirty ground.

“Ah, mi belleza. I shall have you now as I want you” He whispered in her ear, roughly entering her.

Crying out against his hand, Rayna’s eyes filled with tears as he savagely raped her. Her tender flesh tore as he thrust deep within her, moving in and out, not caring that he hurt her. Soon, her warm wet blood covered her thighs. As he continued to thrust in and out, she became numb. She had ceased to feel him, feel the ground beneath her. Finally, when he finished and got off of her, Rayna did not even feel that.

“If you tell a soul, I shall kill you mi querida” Diego said quietly, using part of her torn gown to wipe himself clean of her virginal blood. Finished, he threw the piece of bloody cloth into her face, laughing. Rayna felt the wetness of the cloth cold against her hot skin, against her hot tears. Quietly sobbing, she lay there, not moving…

Soon, the sounds of crickets filled the air. Rayna had not moved; not even to cover her ravaged flesh. The warm night air felt cold against her numbed skin, but still she did not move. Even when a voice pierced the quiet night, Rayna lay still…

“You poor little nińa. You must get up at once” A voice spoke quietly from the shadows. Dazed, Rayna did not recognize the man at first; however, as he continued murmuring softly to her, she finally realized it was Moracas, the King’s advisor. Slowly, Rayna turned her turquoise eyes to finally light upon his face. Her vision was blurred, and blinking several times it began to clear; only to reveal Moracas leaning over her, his white fangs gleaming brightly in the moonlight…

Chapter One (The Beginning)

Rayna deSilva was born in Grenada, Spain, in the year 1520. Her father, Manuel deSilva, was a Spanish Count, who had a rather tight affiliation with the Spanish King, Ferdinand II. Her mother, Anabella deSilva, was a beautiful, dark-haired petite woman, who ruled her household with an iron fist.

Since the moment of her birth, Rayna was spoiled by her parents and other family members; even friends of the family. She was a little beauty from the start: her ice blonde hair wispy at birth, then filling out nicely as she grew. Rayna loved her parents dearly, and tried to be a good daughter. She would follow her mother around the home, watching her every move and learning. Anabella deSilva tolerated Rayna’s presence during those times, as she wanted her daughter to learn the proper methods of being a good wife and mother. For to be thought of in a positive manner, one had to be learned of the finer arts of maintaining a household.

Rayna’s father was often away on business with the King; however, when he was in residence, Rayna would sit upon his knee listening to exciting stories. She never grew tired of hearing her father talk about warships and battles, guns and bullets. If Manuel deSilva ever grew quiet during those times, all Rayna had to do was look into his eyes with her unusually beautiful turquoise-colored ones, and he was charmed all over again.

By the time Rayna was 15, she was a young beauty. Her waist-length silver-blonde hair hung straight down her back, shining with a silky-sheen. She had dark turquoise eyes that twinkled with merriment. Her slim, petite figure began to fill out nicely, drawing appreciative looks from the men.

Rayna was an intelligent girl, often scolded by her mother, and doted upon by her father for reading the many books located in the library. Somewhat of a tomboy, Rayna played with boys the majority of the time: climbing trees, throwing rocks, fishing, building forts. By age 15, she had decided she was too old to be running around with the boys, showing her legs and arms when swimming and fishing. Their lustful looks had not gone unnoticed by her, and she began to distance herself from them.

Manuel deSilva had also seen the young men’s lustful gazes as they fell upon his beautiful daughter. ‘What to do with her’ he thought one evening, as he watched two teenagers following Rayna about like love-sick puppies. As he stood by the window stroking his beard, he had a sudden thought. The Queen was always after her husband to find a proper young maid to care for the royal children. The more he thought about it, the more Manuel knew that Rayna would be a good caretaker for the Queen’s children. At least at court, the men would be required to adhere to proper etiquette, and his daughter would be safe from being accosted. He soon got busy sending messages to the Queen, asking her permission for Rayna to come to court.

Rayna gazed in awe at the royal home from her seat in the family carriage. Huge, the stones had a golden-brown tinge, designed in gothic style, which happened to be Queen Isabella’s favorite. There were many windows alternating between circular and square in shape. A handful of servants stood at the main entrance, waiting to assist her with her luggage.

Rayna smiled as the carriage drew to a stop. She was both excited and nervous, hoping she would not disgrace her family in any way. Her mother had tried her best to teach Rayna the art of being a proper lady; however, Rayna had always listened with half an ear, preferring to be fishing or reading rather than sitting pouring tea. As Rayna gazed up at the massive building, a servant opened the door to the carriage, holding out his hand to assist her out and onto the ground. As she stepped onto the cobblestone, she lifted her eyes to look up to the top of the palace, amazement evident in her widened gaze.

“Ah, mi querida, you have arrived safe and sound” A voice called out to Rayna from the massive entranceway. Rayna turned her head toward the voice, and opened her eyes even wider as she took in the form of the beautiful woman standing there. Hesitantly, Rayna walked over to the woman, and curtsied. “Are you the Queen?” She asked tentatively.
The woman laughed out loud at the question. “No, querida, niña, I am one of the ladies of the court. You will follow me and I will show you to your bedchamber.” Rayna lowered her head in embarrassment, already making mistakes. She dutifully followed the beautiful woman into the main hallway.

The woman moved quietly and swiftly down the long hallway, which was richly adorned with pieces of Spanish artwork both on the walls and in cabinets. Several of the cabinets had gold trim lining pristine glass that artfully displayed the contents of the cabinet. Others had jeweled encrusted glass cabinets, holding pieces such as golden goblets and plates. Rayna took it all in, her eyes widening with each passing minute. Finally, they arrived at the end of the long hallway.

”Querida, your chamber is through this door. Make yourself comfortable and then report back to me in the main hallway.” As she turned to leave, she stopped and pursed her lips. Turning back to face Rayna, she continued, almost as an afterthought. “Oh niña, please call me Lady Estas, por favor?” Not waiting for a response, Lady Estas took off in a flurry, her silken gown rustling about her legs and feet as she made her way quickly down the hall and out of sight.

Sighing, Rayna slowly opened the door to her bedchamber. She gasped aloud as she walked into the room. A crackling fire burned brightly in a massive fireplace, set against an entire wall. The room was nice and toasty, which was a welcome respite from the chilling winds outside. A fur rug graced the tiled floor, taking up most of the middle of the flooring. Rayna smiled, knowing the fur would keep her feet warm on those really cold mornings. A wash bowl and stand stood over in the corner of the room next to a discrete screen, which held a chamber pot for her personal use. Fluffy white towels with perfumed soap lay next to the wash bowl, ready to use. A large window opened out onto the main courtyard, which faced the Queen’s personal gardens. Roses grew in bunches, and their perfume filled the air. Finally, the bed stood tall on the opposite wall, with a step stool placed underneath to help her get up into it. A thick down comforter covered the top.

Rayna smiled in pleasure. Even her own bedchamber at home was nothing compared to this! She laughed out in happiness, flinging herself onto the bed, almost forgetting where she was. As she lay there for a moment, her chest heaving in excitement, she thanked her lucky stars for coming here. Closing her eyes briefly, she imagined herself a fine lady in waiting to the Queen, all mannerly and beautiful…

Sighing, Rayna got off the bed and hurriedly washed her hands and face. She smoothed her hair out and pinched her cheeks for color, admiring herself in the little mirror hanging on the wall over the wash table. ‘I must hurry; else Lady Estas will be upset with me! I have not even been here an hour yet…’ she thought, running out the door and slamming it behind her. As the door closed, she suddenly remembered her manners, and stopped running. Clasping her hands in front of her, she moved quickly down the hallway and in the vague direction of where she thought she had seen Lady Estas headed…

”I tell you, their army will not hold off much longer! We need to be aggressive in this Charles, and head them off at the pass before it is too late!” A male voice spoke harshly behind a closed door. Rayna had reached the end of yet another hallway, and completely lost, was just about to give up and sit down so she could have herself a good cry. As she reached the door at the end of the hall, the male voice continued speaking, rising in tone every second. Rayna’s eyes widened in fear at the harshness of the voices, and before she could turn to leave, the door was suddenly flung upon. A tall man stood before her, looking down upon her head with glaring, yet kind eyes. However, when he saw how frightened she was, he softened, and taking one finger, gently placed it under her chin. Slowly, he lifted her face up so he could peruse it at his leisure.

He raised an eyebrow as his eyes traveled over her beautiful face: her features perfectly chiseled, as if from clay. Her turquoise eyes shimmered slightly with unshed tears, giving them a luminous look. Her long hair hung straight down her back, and her pink lips parted slightly as her breath quickened. “And who do we have here?” The man said softly, turning her face ever so slightly so he could examine it from all angles.

Rayna thought she had lost her voice, as nothing came out of her mouth when she opened it. Another man came up behind the one holding her chin, and said, “Now Charles, don’t scare the poor girl. Give her some breathing room!” The one called Charles smiled softly down upon Rayna, bowing slightly. “It was not my intent una Hermosa, to scare you if indeed that is what I did.”

Rayna was able to shake her head no, as Charles let out a small laugh, finally letting her chin go. Straightening back up, he put his hand under his chin as if in deep thought. “Now, you still have not answered my question, niña. Who are you?”

“Oh, there you are Rayna! You niña tonta!” Lady Estas raced up to where Rayna stood, still close to Charles. Taking Rayna’s arm in a tight grasp, she curtsied before Charles. “Perdόn Your Majesty. She has but newly arrived and lost her way. We will take our leave now with your permission.” Upon hearing Lady Estas greet the man as Your Majesty, Rayna nearly fainted dead away. Trembling, she curtsied, and finally spoke. “Lo siento Your Majesty.” She allowed Lady Estas to pull her along with her, and was relieved to see a twinkle of merriment in the King’s eye…