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In my own private hell...(PA).

0 posted 2001-08-28 10:00 PM



     The steam rolled off the stones on the street as she stepped from the small stoop at her front door. Pulling her hood over her head so that the moonlight hid her face in soft shadows. She wrapped her cloak tightly around her self and headed down the street until she reached the small walking bridge. Turning to her right off from Aberdeen Lane onto the bridge that would take her to North Trench Lane and what was called, the low side of town. She walked with strong strides as the steam emitting from the stones at her feet all but hid her within its mystery.

    Here, amid the people of the low side of town, she could proceed with her ritual without interruption or fear of being discovered. The people here were throwbacks of her proper society with its static etiquette. They were unwanted, unneeded, and most of all, would be overlooked and unmissed by any that would matter.  She turned left at the next lane, if that is even what it could be considered at all, reading the familiar lane post as she passed...Monroe Lane.  She entered the door to a warmly lit inn, the Inn of Sincerity, as she thought to herself, what an ironic name of the inn she had chosen. She paid the innkeeper her weekly fee she had paid for the best quarters in the area for the past ten years. Nodded slightly as he handed her the receipt and headed towards the dimly lit stairway that lead to her retreat.

     Unlocking the only door on the second floor she stepped inside inhaling the familiarity of the quarters that were already lit up with warm candles and firelight in waiting for her. The scent of lavender filled her nostrils and comforted her restlessness as she removed her dew covered cloak laying it across the royal blue velvet Louie the Thirteenth style chair just inside the door. The furnishings of her quarters did not match the surrounding of the area. All were of the highest quality of velvets and brocade materials, and the stands, china, and bed coverings where nonetheless eloquent. Running her pale hand across the top of her Tiger wood smoking stand she allowed her gray eyes to take in the warmth of the room as she stepped to her bedside and pulled the thick, lavender colored sash that hung from the ceiling, gently the bell sounded in the room below hers. As she waited for a response, knowing it would take a few minutes; she pulled open the heavy doors of the large Mahogany wardrobe that stood against the far wall. Running her hands over the content of rich colors of velvet and silk she smiles softly to herself and thought she should pick some thing in purple tonight, for it is, after all her favorite color near to black.

     Hearing a small tap at the door her eyes flashed a sparkle and the corners of her lips curled into a smile as she reached out turning the knob and slowly opened the door.

     She motioned the young man inside and took in the sight of his loveliness, as she always did, while tipping her head in a slight nod. "Good evening Sir. How has your week passed," she asked in her quiet and soft voice.

     The young man bowed at his waist, his locks of soft brown waves falling down to cover his beauty; as he rose to greet her with a warm smile he pushed his hair from his face and replied, "It has been well M' Lady and how have you fared? Is always a pleasure to be entitled to your presence at the end of a long week."

      She motioned him in further closing the door quietly behind him as she spoke. "I have fared well and my room is perfect as always, my dear. After all of this time you seem to know how I like things better than I do myself." She then turned to him, leaned forward slightly, and placed her hand gently on his cheek as she smiled warmly almost lovingly at him.

     He leaned into her hand momentarily and closed his eyes. As if catching him self in some forbidden thought he pulled away looking at her and she lowered her hand. "I have brought your fresh tea and smoking things, as well as replaced the bedding and candles. The floor has been scrubbed clean and a new rug lay at the bedside. Tell me, do you make such messes to ensure that you will always see me, or is it just to ensure that I have a task to perform?" A small, low, yet warm chuckle escaped his innards. "Now, M' Lady, if there is nothing else at the time I will take my leave," he seemed to state the last part with a hint of regret in his voice.  

     She turned once again to the door opening it slowly. As he began to step out into the hall she asked, "How many times, dear, have I asked you to refer to me as Trissa, not M' Lady?" The question came with a bit of sorrow that she did not quiet know how to ask him to stay with her for a while, even have a cup of mint tea with her. After all of these years he had taken care of her, cleaned after her, sat with her when the shivers were unbearable, showed her warmth and kindness, and above all; he knew her, what she is and does, and still he was her keeper and unwavering protector.  

     A smile formed yet he did not look back to her as he headed down the hall, only replied, "And how many times have I asked that you refer to me as Alister, and not Sir?" Then he was gone and all she was left with was the echo of his soft footsteps down the stairs and to his room just below.

  As she looked thru her wardrobe for some thing purple she wondered how Alister had kept her secrets for so long. What compelled him to protect her as he does, after all, did he not view her as a monster, a leech that would never be understood? Finally settling on a purple velvet dress edged with black lace she let out a soft sigh and tossed it onto the bed thru the lace that hung down the sides. Heading back to the door, she opened it knowing that the buckets of hot water would be waiting in the hall, just as always. Taking two at a time she poured them into the claw footed tub, placed them back in the hall and gathered the last two and repeated the process. Then she poured the waiting bottle of fresh lavender oil into the water watching it swirl at the top and inhaling the sweet scent. Slowly she unlaced the front of her dress, slid it down from her shoulders letting it fall to the floor then stepped out of it leaving it in a crumpled pile on the floor. Slipping into the water she shivered slightly as the warmth hit her skin. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the high back of the tub. Her thoughts drifted to what game she would play this evening to entice some unknowing, unaware gentleman to provide what ran her existence.

Finished bathing she ran the cloth over her face one last time then rose grabbing the lush drying cloth that Alister never forgot to place on the wash stand. She wrapped the cloth around her self and laid the washing cloth back in its place. Though she made horrible messes for him, she did try to keep things as neat as possible.

She dressed hastily then brushed her red hair until it was smooth and shinning; twisting it twice she then loosely laid it atop her head and secured it with a hand carved bone hairpin letting small wisps fall down her back and frame her pale face.

     Taking a last inspection of herself in the gilded floor length mirror she whispered to no one, maybe herself, "My, don't you look lovely this evening, M' Lady Trissa LeFeay?" She curtsied once then placed her cloak over her shoulders and tied the ties to keep it secure against the wind. She glanced one last time over her quarters then stepped out the door locking it behind herself and being careful not to overturn the empty buckets that she knew would be gone when she returned.

      As she stepped out of the inn she pulled her hood over her head and watched the steam roll from the stone street as she made her way out of Monroe Lane and back onto North Trench taking quiet steps until she came to Slocum Lane, reading the lane post on her way past, out of habit and nothing more for she had traveled this way many, many times before. She entered the ballroom, which from the outside looked like nothing more than a hole in the wall. Nodding to the doorman as he took her cloak and hung it on a large wrought iron hook on the wall. Here she would find a suitable candidate to provide what she was in search of.

      Finding a well-set table with silver candleholders to her liking she sat and quietly observed the occupants. As her eyes took in the structure and decorations of the room she could imagine how at some time it had been one of the grandest in the entire city occupied by physicians, scientists, Lords, Ladies and only the mightiest of the high society. Now the visitors where the commoners looking for a night of fake royalty, the occasional artist, actor, and of course Trissa LeFeay and her little secrets. Not to say that it was the lowest of the low who came, for that was not in any way true. There were no street livers, beggars, or prostitutes. Oh my, no, she would never become that low in the search.

      She raised her delicate thin hand into the air to motion to the service that she would like a drink. When the gentleman approached she looked him up and down noticing that he was handsome, well dresses, and had soft manners. With this all taken in she asked for a glass of their best white wine. His eyes never leaving her face as she spoke she knew she had caught his eye; this was becoming far too easy these days. No challenge was left to the search. He nodded and walked away with swift steps to be accommodating to the lady that looked to him as though she may be in the wrong place.

     What seemed only seconds later, he appears with tray held high in hand and smiled warmly at her as he placed her glass of wine in front of her with a strong yet gentle hand.

     He then nodded and turned to walk away as Trissa cleared her throat and asked, "Please, kind Sir, may I ask your name?"

     He turned back to her and flashed a smile that said, I am honored that such a lady would wish to know my name and replied with a slight bow, "I am Stephan, M' Lady."

     She watched him momentarily then a smile formed at the corners of her lips, just a small one, not big enough to reveal her perfectly formed teeth and she spoke in a low tone so that he had to take a step closer and bend down to hear her. "Would you care to accompany me after your work is finished for a drink then, sir Stephan?"

     Pushing his blond ringlets of hair back behind his ears he replied, "of course, if that is what the Lady wishes."

      She rose and held out her pale hand, he took it in his and placed his warm lips gently on the back of it as she spoke once again in the same low tone, "I am Trissa, Sir Stephan, and yes I would be honored if you would join me for a drink. When will your work be finished?" As he turned to go back to his work he let her know that he would rejoin her within the half hour. Watching him retreat she reset herself then again entertained the thought of the challenge of the search eluding her and she let out a longing sigh.

      Time seemed to be passing slowly as she thought of how good conversation used to bring welcomed challenges. Challenges of wit and words, and of chase and final exhilarating success in the end. No more, not sense she had to move the searching to lesser grounds. Here, in the low side of town the education was lacking to have the experiences of witted and mind enticing conversation. There was not the means to speak of what a Gentleman or Lady may have worn or not worn, said or not said, and did or not did, no one to speak of wonderful scientific experiments, or some grand physicians medical performance the past eve. No, none of that here, well unless; she shook her head thinking of how her mind some times ran away with silly thoughts, but yet she wished she could share such things with Alister. She knew in her heart there was more to him than a simple servant from the low side of town, yet she never ventured to ask or find out.

     Stephan startled her as he pulled the chair out from under the table then sat down. Trissa looked up at him and pasted a smile on her face as he refilled her glass, filled one for him, then placed the bottle of white wine on the table.

     He smiled and raised his glass to hers, "to new friendships." With a nod she sipped her wine and thought to herself if he only truly knew her. She shifted her weight in her seat and tried to make conversation with this handsome gentle man that did have a name, though she tried not to remember their names any more, after all, what was the point. They talked of the chill in the air and how it smelled sweet after a soft rain hit the stone streets. He smiled the entire time and unlike most, he was educated well. He told her that he had moved here to be away from the high society doldrums of his family, this made her attention perk a bit. Yes, he had been to the best schools and read the best books, but he found that the life of high society with no color to the characters or their lives bored him. She nodded and admitted that she had to agree, even though she did not admit that she existed in both worlds. She did not want to reveal too much of herself to him. Not that it would matter in the end.

     As he continued to talk she thought of Alister again, yes, Alister cleaning up her mess and never saying a cross word about it. Alister greeting her with such warmth and kindness every Friday that she returned to him. Alister, whom she knew so much, yet, so little about, and that her thoughts always seemed to drift back to the beautiful man that he was.

     Jumping slightly she nodded as if to have been listening to Stephan the entire time hoping that she had not missed some thing in his words that she should have responded to with other than a nod here and there. The candlelight danced about his face and his body cast soft shadows on the wall just behind him as she realized he was a fine man indeed. Well formed with light blond ringlets that framed his face making him appear younger than she believed he truly was. He had strong and gentle hands that gave way to dainty wrists of her liking. She always noticed hands, though; she could not quite put her finger on the why of it she just did.

     Waiting for a lull in Stephan's words she smiled and when he seemed to finish whatever it was that he was telling her she asked, "Would you care to go for a walk by the river, Stephan?"

     He smiled with a slight nod, "whatever the lady wishes," he replied as he rose from his seat with grace, pushed in his chair properly then rounded the table to help Trissa from her seat as only a gentleman would do. She placed some money on the table as she stood and wrapped her arm around his allowing him to lead her to the door. Stopping with a smile and nod she waited for the doorman to gather her cloak and lay it across her shoulders. She then tied the ties and stepped out the door with Stephan.

     As they strolled towards the riverbank she pulled her hood over her head and commented on how nice the breeze smelled near the water and of the swans napping on the riverbank. Stephan agreed with a nod. She was now at a lack of words to entertain the gentleman and fear of him retreating back to the ballroom began to climb up her spine and she pushed the idea to the back of her mind. She thought to herself that she should have listened a bit better when he was speaking to her and she may have learned some thing that interested him that she could converse about. Alas, she had failed at that with her thoughts always drifting back to Alister.
  
     Continuing to walk in silence she wondered if Stephan were becoming bored, though she did not think so for he seemed quite content to just be walking with her enjoying the night. She leaned a bit closer to his arm as they walked and once again Alister invaded her thoughts. She thought of him cleaning after her with his smooth skin glistening in the candlelight, wiping his furrowed brow with his perfect hand. Yes, Alister had perfect hands in her eyes; then again, Alister was every thing perfect in her mind. Right down to his beautifully sculptured face and wonderful long brown locks that always smelled so sensual when she was near him.

  Drifting back into reality she spoke in a low tone when she asked Stephan, "do you like mint tea?"

  Stephan turned to her and blinked slowly as though her question had been put forth in a foreign language, then what she asked registered in his mind and he bent his head a bit closer to hers and whispered, "I simply adore mint tea and it is even better with a warm sugared biscuit to go with it." He flashed a smile as he turned to watch the moonlight dance on the waters.

     Taking his words in she asked if he would find it too bold for her to invite him to her quarters to share a kettle of fresh mint tea, though she did not think she had sugared biscuits. He stated that he would not find the invitation to bold and that he would love to accompany to a hot kettle of tea and conversation. Upon his answer she tugged slightly at his arm and turned them both towards Slocum Lane then on to North Trench, finally they took one last turn onto Monroe Lane and she read every lane post on her way past while Stephan followed diligently.

     Trissa stopped in front of the door sign that read: Inn of Sincerity. She turned to Stephan and forced a smile as she waved her delicate hand in the direction of the door. He reached past her opening the door then standing aside to let her pass bowing his head as she entered. With the inn nestled in late night silence and all of the occupants long sense gone she did not fear prying eyes or hushed whispers as she lead the gentleman up the two flights of stairs and to the only door on the second floor.

     She picked a long thin key decorated with scrolls from out of her black velvet handbag. Turning to the door she gracefully unlocked it and stepped inside motioning for Stephan to follow. When he was inside her quarters she gently shut the door behind him thinking to herself that his lack of conversation thru the inn and up the stairs was a good thing. No one had heard him or would even know that she was not alone. She liked it that way. The least known the fewer questions asked.

     "Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable Stephan," she said as she waved absentmindedly towards the gathering of four chairs placed strategically around the round table with small gargoyles carved down the legs. Atop the odd-looking table lay a piece of fine floral print silk topped with gold lace. The center of the table held a gold gilded tea tray with teacups and saucers of the finest bone china in pearl white accompanied by the matching teapot, creamer, and sugar cup.

    Stephan made his way to one of the chairs of green velvet that faced the door and the rest of the quarters and sat looking about he could not help but be aware that none of this room, nor Trissa seemed to fit here in the low side of town.

     Trissa removed her cloak and placed it over the same chair near the door that she always had. For ten years now she had laid her outer coverings on that chair in the same routine. She headed towards the large fireplace in the far corner and smiled as the fire crackled warm and inviting. Alister always made sure that her fireplace was lit, the room and bedding warm when she arrived back, just as he always made sure that the buckets outside of the door were long sense out of sight. She wondered just how it was that he always seemed to know the time to do these things for her without fail. Bending down she placed the kettle of water on the hook over the fire then stood and straightened her dress by running her hands down the sides to chase away the wrinkles, not that there were any it was just another one of those habits that she seemed to have without an explanation too.

     She picked up the wrought iron poker and pushed at the logs in the fireplace a few times to stir up the flames then placed it back on its small rack near the hearth as she turned and stepped around the large bed and to the tea area. Sitting herself across from Stephan she leaned her head back in the chair for a moment as a smile played at the corners of her lips she said, "Water will be warmed soon. I hope you don't mind the wait?"

     Studying her closely Stephan flashed his gentlemanly smile and said that he did not continuing with, "Lovely quarters you have M' Lady Trissa. It is so grand and rich with warmth and beautifully enticing furnishings to say the least. You neither are from here I take it?"

     She leaned forward a bit taking the cloth covering from atop a large bowel that also sat on the tea table and revealed that it was full of sugared biscuits. Smiling she tipped the bowel slightly in Stephan?s direction to offer him one as she attempted to hid the surprise of the find in the bowel from his noticing. She also observed that the tea creamer and sugar cup had been freshly filled, this too set her back a bit for she never took sugar or cream in her tea and Alister knew that. Her thoughts swirled momentarily around Alister and how he managed to do certain things when there was no way for him to possibly know of such things ahead of time.

   She shook her head as she stood to gather the hot kettle of water for the teapot. Upon return to the table she opened the teapot and filled it with hot water from the kettle then placed the tea steeper of loose mint tea leaves down inside the teapot and closed the lid tight.  

     Looking up at Stephan she said, "No, I am not from here. I did not think that it was that noticeable though," then she let out a soft chuckle.

     Stephan too chuckled a bit knowing that she understood if one paid enough attention they would know she was not from the low side of town. He picked up the teapot and poured them both a cup full of tea inhaling the fresh scent of mint. Placing the teapot back on the gold tray he then proceeded to add a small amount of cream and just a dab of sugar to his cup then offered them to Trissa. With a small wave of her hand she surpassed the offering as she raised her cup to him then sipped slowly.

     Trissa had watched Stephan add the cream and sugar but it did not register until she sipped her tea that Alister had placed exactly what Stephan needed for his tea on the tea tray, long before he and Trissa had ever came to her quarters. An eerie feeling crept up inside her yet the feeling was not of fright or concern more so of wonderment and contentment.

     They sat in silence and drank their tea only catching the other watching the other at different times. Mint tea, how she loved it relaxing qualities and she wondered if Alister too drank it. The minutes ticked away into an hour as she waited for Stephan to grow tired as all of the men did that she brought back with her for tea. Just as the clock chimed quietly announcing the hour of one am Stephan raised his hand to cover his mouth from the yawn that would have otherwise rudely escaped.

     Trissa motioned towards the bed as she stood and pulled the warm bed covering back. "Not to worry. You may rest here with me if you like. I do mean it is so late an hour now there is really no need to have to hail a carriage and driver from his rest," she offered what seemed to her a lame explanation though Stephan took it gracefully and willingly.

     Stephan lowered his strong form down into her large down filled bed with a soft sigh and small smile of appreciation. She pulled the covers up over top of him and watched from a small stool near the bedside as he drifted off to a quiet slumber. Her thoughts turned wildly inside her head as her hands began to tremble and the shivers took over her body while she waited to make sure that he was sound asleep. With his breaths evenly escaping his lungs her eyes shifted towards the beat of his heart from under his shirt where she had pulled the bedding back just enough to study the rhythm at her leisure.

     She was always amazed when studying their heartbeats for all were different no matter what a physician said; no two beat at exactly the same time nor did any two beat with exactly the same rhythm or strength. Now as she sat perfectly still attempting to control her own breath the shivers increased and she wondered if Alister could hear her breathing from below in his quarters. What would he think of her and would he still treat her in the same loving way that he did now?  

     Reaching her pale hand towards Stephan's face she brushed her fingers gently against his forehead in an apologetic manner. There are times she despised herself, her ways, and her needs; times when she would give any thing to change her existence. She stroked Stephan's cheek softly with the back of her hand as she let out a sigh that seemed to linger in the thick air.

     Unable to contain herself she lowered her hand to the hidden shelf of the bed stand as time seemed to stand completely still waiting for her to push it forward into motion. When she raised her hand once again to the beating heart of Stephan time bowed its ageless head and watched as Stephan's eyes flew open and a howl straight from the pits of hell escaped his blood covered mouth as he attempted to raise from the bed only to find that his wounds prevented him from doing so; weather from fear of seeing his own chest laid open wide before him, or from the wounds themselves. Proceeding with time at her command she devoured the entire being of the man by tearing at his chest with her perfectly formed canines and scalpel of silver and bone lapping the blood from his open chest and neck. As his hands flailed in the air the blood made sickening wet raindrop sounds as it flew from his fingertips and hit the walls, floor, lace and draperies that completely covered one of the bedsides.

     Inhuman sounds escaped from within her passive and dainty form as the blood ran thick to the floor and began to congeal in two large pools at the bedside while she continued her ritual. She wiped her bloodstained hand over her forehead, down her cheek and thru her tangled, soaking, and dripping hair as the final twitches of life faded from the mangled form that lay to waste in front of her.

     She leaned back and time seemed to once again take motion as her breath eased, trembles, and shivers subsided and she realized that once again she had left a mess for Alister. Sitting silently covered in blood while it dripped from her face and hair she thought of Alister. Had her heard the screams, smelled the fresh blood, and the sounds, yes, the sounds that she knew had come from somewhere deep within her? How angry she would be if she were Alister and was left to clean and cover for some awful blood hungry creature like herself.

     Trissa licked her hands clean, removed her blood soaked dress and shoes then padded to the rug in the middle of the room leaving bare foot prints in blood on the hardwood floor. She lay silent upon the floor wrapped in just the drying cloth left for her. Then she laid her head to the floor as she slowed her breath to be able to listen better, listen for Alisters breath thru the floor. She listened as her eyes closed and slumber wrapped its comforting arms around her rocking her gently off to a peaceful land. Her final waking thought was of hearing Alister's footsteps somewhere not far off. Then she slept.

     Rain hit the windows with comforting sounds as she awoke with a refreshed sense about herself. She rose from the floor as she covered her mouth to stifle her yawn as she stretched arching her back. She opened the door quietly retrieving two buckets of hot water from the hall, poured them into the claw footed tub, placed them back in the hall and repeated the processes with the last two buckets. They would be gone when she had finished bathing just as she knew that the fireplace would be lit, tea would already be steeped and waiting in the teapot, and her stained clothing be no where in sight. She smiled to herself as she thought of Alister silently bringing the bucket of hot water and taking away the empty.

    She added the fresh lavender oil that set on the wash stand to the water then dropped the soiled drying cloth to the floor and climbed into the tub, washed away all traces of her hunger then lay her head back on the tub and relaxed before she grabbed the clean drying cloth from the wash stand, left the tub and wrapped herself in the cloth. Finding a velvet and silk dress of deep blue with white lace edging she got herself dressed, combed her hair until it shone and laid it atop of her head in a loose bun fastened with a blue silk ribbon and bone hairpin.

     Her teapot was steaming and the sweet scent of mint filled the air as she sat in her favorite green velvet chair facing the door as Alister smiled warmly and poured a cup for her then handed her a simple slice of plain bread, just as she liked.  


     Trissa smiled back at him and for the first time motioned for him to join her as asked, "Dear, Alister, would you care to join me in a cup of tea? I would be most honored."

     Alister's eyes flashed a bit of shock as he raised them to meet hers and he nodded slightly pushing his waves of brown locks back from his face. "I would love too, M' Lady Trissa."

    She smiled with a nod as she reached across the table as he rested his hand down she laid her hand gently down atop of his then patted it gently before resting it back in her lap. They drank their tea in silence oblivious to the mess that lay about the bed and floor as if this were any other morning and any other shared pot of tea.

     When she had finished her tea and bread she rose slowly as did Alister. Turning towards the door he laid her cloak over her shoulders and tied the ties. Feeling his breath on her cheek she shudder slightly and inhaled the sweet smell of mint.  She laid her hand on his cheek smiling softly as he leaned into her touch then retreating as though he had done some thing forbidden.

     With one last smile she said, "I must be off to my home for the week dear Alister. I do so hope that your time goes well and that I have not left too much of a mess. I shall miss you until next Friday."

     Alister opened the door for her with a gentle smile tinged with a bit of sadness and stated, "I shall see you this Friday Trissa and do not worry so of the mess you know that it will be cleaned and not a spot will remain. Until Friday, M' Lady."

     She stepped out the door wishing she could turn around and talk to him about any thing, but what would she say to the one man who was perfect; whom she knew yet knew nothing about. To the man that cleaned after her, cared for her, protected her, knew all of her secrets and aided in mysterious ways that she could not begin to explain or understand? After all, he was the man that fascinated her in every way.

   Trissa walked out of the inn pulling her hood over her head and wrapping her cloak tightly around herself. She turned off of Monroe Lane onto Trench, and then took the walking bridge to Aberdeen Lane. Her steps were slow and heavy with regret as she reached her stoop and sighed for already she missed Alister and Friday would not come soon enough to satisfy her hunger for him or the blood.

  
    

    





"There is an alter ego which dwells within every soul." (C)alibaster 1999-2001

"Sleep those little slices of death, how I loathe them." Edgar Allan


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LoveLetters
Junior Member
since 2001-10-09
Posts 35
State of Hope
1 posted 2001-10-10 09:38 PM


Oh my! This was on the second page with no replies?! a shameful thing, that.  This is an excellent story. I read through at least half, but will bookmark the rest for later reading. I didn't even want to stop!

Love has many masks. I am but one of them.

Wesley the Blue
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since 1999-09-02
Posts 426
Forest Lake, MN, USA
2 posted 2001-10-10 10:36 PM


An entrancing story.  I loved it.  I couldnt stop reading, though my roomate was talking about something, dont really remember what, too buisy reading =)  Very well done, not your typical vampiric story at all.  Thanks for the wonderful read.

Keith

"Never underestimate the power of idiots in larget groups."

alibaster
Member
since 2001-07-07
Posts 299
In my own private hell...(PA).
3 posted 2001-10-11 07:34 AM


Ohh, thank you both, finally some one read it.... : P
I was hoping to get the reaction that I did, not the normal vampric story...
thank you once again...
ali

"There is an alter ego which dwells within every soul." (C)alibaster 1999-2001

"Sleep those little slices of death, how I loathe them." Edgar Allan

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