That thrilled me and made the pleasure much more intense. So that I turned to pleasure him, to watch his face as I did.
When it was over, I shuddered and wept, not from sadness but from the overwhelming joy I was feeling. “Never leave me!” I cried.
He laughed when I said that. “Come to me again,” he ordered.
And I did over and over. I would willingly be whatever he wished me to be. My insatiable need for him overpowered everything else.
We rested afterwards for I knew we were going to the blood club. I could not wait to see it. Some of his coven was coming with us, just the beautiful males and females. Those were the ones he used for that purpose.
“You will be the star,” he smiled. “Your blood is like honey—I love your taste. I always will Justine.” This he said as once again he caressed me between my legs. He smiled and licked his fingers. His enjoyment was obvious.
It was time to go. And so he gathered the coven to him. Those that were to go nodded. They were the attractive females and males. I was not surprised they were involved in such an enterprise.
“We go to a certain place. The house is owned by an important gentleman. Minor nobility,” he said.
We followed him and found it in sight of the river. I was amazed that such activities could be performed there. A servant let us in. “His lordship is in the library.”
He was quite a handsome man, dressed elegantly as men of that class dress. I put his age to about forty.
“I am Touville,” he announced. This said as he began to unbutton his trousers. He looked at me and smiled. “I must have her...!”
I giggled and looked at Gascoyne.
Gascoyne asked if there were guests.
The gentlemen nodded. “Let them wait ... this won’t take long.” And it didn’t. He had me pleasure him right in front of Gascoyne and his servant.
“May I feed?” I asked as coquettishly as I could. He nodded. “Yes, please! Do as you like!”
Well, that was out of the question for I would have drained him. This I didn’t do. I just fed gently, my teeth tasting and teasing at the same time. At last he cried out his pleasure.
“You are a Vampire Goddess!” he shouted. “A real find! She is new, no?”
Gascoyne said I was.
“Don’t tell me! I understand. Come and see what we have here, my dear.” He winked at me.
I was taken down to the club. The gentleman was explaining how there were secret rooms. We were shown to a door. The servant opened it. “Down those stairs,” he said.
I looked to see chambers of varying sizes, all furnished quite well. The one chamber that was the plushest with crimson satin cushions and gilded mirrors—was the one we were headed to. Several ladies and gentleman were there. They were all naked, but for decorative masks.
“We are freezing!” they cried. “At least you have come now.”
“And so now we will come!” one of the ladies shouted as she spread her legs motioning for someone to come to her. One of the male vampires rushed over and sank to his knees. She cried out in delight as he began to feed. I could tell he was feeding as he turned to smile and I saw his mouth and chin were covered in blood.
Females were taken to pleasure the men, as I was. Gascoyne wanted me to go to one of them. “He’s quite high up ... a relative of the King.”
I went to work on his manhood as exuberantly as I could. I tried different things—all of which he approved of, so much so he was crying out his pleasure.
Later there was music from a few musicians. Some of the male vampires would pleasure them as well. Gascoyne explained they preferred men. “Artists!” He beamed.
“You never know. Most of them like diversity!”
There was one woman that also liked diversity, for she was being serviced by the females. Even as I was performing with the men I noticed her looking at me. I was not surprised when Gascoyne led me over to her. “She wants you to feed. Don’t take too much, Justine. She is quite passionate and will be drained in order to be satisfied.”
I did as he said and as I did, I fondled her breasts. She cried out several times.
Then something happened I was not expecting, I felt myself taken from behind. I soon realized it was our host. He was crying out in delight.
It was an orgy—I had never seen or imagined anything like it. Couples changed and changed again. The servant was even pleasured by females and males, vampires and humans. It seemed to go on forever too.
There was a rest period during it all when the humans slept. As for the vampires, we were able to carry on quite happily satisfying one another. This was the first time I had any sexual contact with any of the coven. Now I was having it with all of them, male and female and them with me.
It ended with Gascoyne and I coupling—we were the center of attention as the others were too tired. When they began to applaud, we laughed.
I stopped laughing when our food came. It came in the shape of a young man, nearly insensible.
“They want to see us drain him.” This shocked me although it thrilled me too. In these early days of my existence, I was evil beyond words, evil and sexually insatiable.
We all converged on the man, each vampire taking a different part of him. Our human audience touched one another and had sex while they watched, so decadent were they.
When at last he was drained white, a strange looking creature was brought in. it had sharp teeth and yellow eyes. I gasped for the eyes reminded me of my attack. Gascoyne said it was a Rogue. Though he added this one is tame. “It lives here and takes the spoils.”
And so it did. We watched as it began to cannibalize the dead man.
It was too much for me, though and I looked away. “Yes it is too much,” Gascoyne said. “I told our patron it was, but he only laughed and said he needed more willing vampires.”
That was the first time I realized how evil humans could be, far more evil than most vampires.
Touville did not look pleased to see us go. Still, ever the gentleman, he took my hand and kissed it. “You are welcome here anytime,” he smiled.
I was about to say something as we stepped outside but Gascoyne was watching a contingent of soldiers.
CHAPTER 11
They were some distance away. We were about to rush off when our coven members joined us. There we were, vampires facing a sizeable group of soldiers and they weren’t just out for a stroll, they were following someone. We didn’t see who until a few men darted out of a hiding place. We heard shots. We didn’t see anything because we found our own place to hide, an alley near Touville’s house.
Gascoyne said we had to stay where we were. “They have killed so many. The air hangs with discontent ... they cannot hold the people back for long.”
I was reminded of what I had heard recently about revolution being in the air. None of us said anything.
We were just emerging from our hiding place when we heard the sounds of screaming. This time there was a mob of men and women, children too by the sound of it. They were fleeing from other soldiers, coming from a different direction.
Gascoyne led us into the shadows to another place of safety. Here we would witness a massacre. I heard crying and pleading, women begging for the children’s lives to be spared. There was nothing but derision from the soldiers. Once again, shots rang out.
We left when the soldiers left. There had to have been over two dozen corpses about—adults and children. Many had been bayoneted as well as shot. I could see pools of blood spreading out from beneath the carnage.
We hadn’t gone that far when we saw a crowd had formed. They were shouting abuse at anyone they saw. Anyone that looked well dressed. We saw them heading toward Versailles. Gascoyne said they were probably going to the palace gates. Actually I didn’t care. I had served the queen it seemed in another lifetime, a living one—now undead, I was something else entirely.
Our crypt was some distance away and it was nearly dawn. Gascoyne motioned us to hurry. We were just obe
ying when we heard a hiss and then a shriek. Sure enough, we turned to see someone being dragged away not by soldiers, but by ordinary people.
“Destroyers!” Gascoyne shouted. “Hurry!”
We didn’t just run, we flew. No reason not to. Not with Destroyers about. I heard one blood curdling scream and then triumphant shouts. It was clear the poor creature was no more.
We did not know two of our coven was missing until we arrived at our abode. “Where is Korven?” Gascoyne asked.
“I am here.” A male voice answered. It was Korven. “We lagged behind...I didn’t see them grab Eket.” Korven wept.
Gascoyne comforted him with the only words he wanted to hear. “She will be avenged, my friend, that I promise you.”
****
Our dwelling was undisturbed. Still, we moved cautiously inside the abandoned chapel, following Gascoyne down into the crypt. There to hide like returning rats.
My sleep was troubled, I dreamt of attacks and soldiers too, of terror and carnage. When I woke I saw Gascoyne looking down at me. He touched my forehead. “You did not sleep restfully.”
He asked if I dreamt and I said I did.
“I do not doubt it. For you called out many times. At last it was sundown and I could come to you...”
The others rose finally, weary and sad. None of us wished any sustenance for one of our kind was gone.
This was the first time I felt a kinship with them. This feeling would grow. It is all part of the process of growing into vampirism Gascoyne explained.
The elderly vampires wept, for they had truly liked the wench. She was kindly and soft natured, so unlike most of us. Korven I would learn met his death alongside Eket. They were lovers that had been caught out by Eket’s spouse and were killed for committing adultery.
Gascoyne said a priest raised them up. He smiled at my reaction. “A vampire who had been a priest and committed suicide for loving a woman ... he in turn was raised by a sorcerer and devotee to Satan. Ironic don’t you think?”
I said it was logical. Gascoyne understood what I meant and told me I was smart. “You are the most clever wench I have known,” he said.
As we didn’t feed, we spoke for the entire night. There was much to discuss and Gascoyne opened the discussion. “The times are getting dangerous. If we always fear Destroyers, we know now that they are about.” He sighed. “Our own dear sister was taken from us. Yes,” he said turning toward Korven. “You mourn and we mourn with you. But vengeance will come.” He went on. “I want us to discuss something else. These are dangerous times. All of France is about to explode in a bloody wave of mass killings. It is long in coming. We all know it, despite what we are.”
There were questions about what we were going to do, where we were going to go or if we were going to leave. I asked nothing. I just waited.
“We will leave France, I think. It is best. I have thought on this for some time. We could go to Spain or Italy...it would not be impossible. I know the Pyrenees area well as I come from there.”
I was not pleased to hear this, for I wished to go to England to avenge myself on Oriani.
Gascoyne continued, “However, as we are in Paris—we are closer to Pas-de-Calais. I have crossed there many times. I think it best we go to England...”
I nearly cried out when he said that, but bit my tongue.
“Yes,” he continued. “I have friends in England...willing aristocrats who will aid us. We can operate our own blood clubs and benefit from their success. Why not?”
We all agreed, none more enthusiastically than me.
“When shall we go?” I asked.
“I think we will go soon, perhaps in the next week or so.”
I recall looking at Gascoyne, realizing there were many facets to his being, where I had thought him less wanton than myself—I was finding that not to be so. I was glad too—it only made me want him more.
****
Before we left Gascoyne was true to his word. We found and exterminated a band of Destroyers. Korven was allowed to attack first. He ripped them apart, his fury was so great. How they cowered.
They called us vampires and tried to attack us—when they saw they could not, they wept and pleaded with us for mercy. There was none.
I killed savagely along with everyone else. Even the elders killed. Heads were torn off and entrails pulled out. We threw them into cellars, more rat food. Rats or Rogues—whatever found them I hoped would enjoy them.
Korven was so relieved he wept in Gascoyne’s arms. “I have avenged my love,” he said.
I agreed. “Revenge is as sweet as blood...there is nothing sweeter or to be more prized.”
Gascoyne smiled but I was certain he was wondering what I meant.
CHAPTER 12
Gascoyne said we were leaving France. Destroyers had risen up and had already joined forces with the angry mobs. If the aristocracy was going to pay so too would vampires.
We left soon after getting word that Touville had been taken away, having been declared an enemy of France. The abolition of nobility and titles had just been declared. He would soon become one of Mme. Guillotine’s first victims.
“On to Calais!” Gascoyne said and we obeyed.
I had not been to the coastal town before—Gascoyne said it was good to leave now before things got worse. “Soon the port will be closed and sailing nearly impossible.”
As it turned out he was right. We reached the port and waited in whatever dark abode we could find. There were schooners getting ready to sail. We picked one and snuck aboard.
It was the most remarkable time. We had just left Calais, bound for Dover, when we heard some great houses had been looted. We heard it from another stowaway. The two men, who told us shortly after, became our food as well as our source for information. They were young and I must say I did feel a tinge of guilt as I drained one of them. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen. Blood that young has its own richness—a delicious nectar that cannot be imagined.
We all enjoyed them. We were so close now as a coven that we enjoyed our mutual feeds.
The Hold was dark. We hid well, in the back recesses. Whenever anyone ventured in, which was not often, we waited—undiscovered and intent on remaining so.
Gascoyne and two other males had removed the remains of our recent meals to throw over the side. We cared not or if we did, we didn’t let it worry us.
We slept well. The motion of the ship rocked me to sleep and I slept soundly if dreamlessly, Gascoyne too—as a matter of fact I knew he was sleeping before I was.
We arrived in England. The next night. It was pure luck that it was nighttime. I don’t know what we’d have done if it hadn’t been. Still I imagined there was a secondary plan ensuring our survival. Nothing was off limits with regard to that.
We were raggedy and dirty—stained with blood so we moved carefully, fearful of being discovered. We knew all too well that Destroyers were about everywhere.
Gascoyne did have a plan he had mentioned it briefly to us.
“I have a friend. His name is Charles. He is a Master and in the service of the powerful and rich. He will help us.”
This friend resided in London in a fine house on Grosvenor Square. “He lives there with his protector, Lord Storeton. They have a blood club that is located there.”
As it would soon be dawn, we had to find a place of safety at least until it grew dark again. We found a shop. We thought it abandoned at first but discovered it was not. A man cornered us. But before he could raise an alarm, Gascoyne knocked him unconscious. We would feed on him and his wife, supping luxuriously, daintily almost for we weren’t ravenous. How nice their blood was, sweet and fragrant. It was obvious they baked.
As their lives slipped away, we witnessed all the milestones of those lives. We even saw their terror as the realization sank in that they were before vampires.
We slept after it, deeply and happily. When we woke we would seek out Gascoyne’s friend, after we discarded what was left of the
baker and his wife.
****
Grosvenor Square was elegant, peaceful and serene with no soldiers or violence of any kind. This was England and there was no revolution brewing. We located the house at once. Number 24 looked grand with the soft moonlight shining upon it. We waited in the shadows while Gascoyne knocked.
The door was opened by a servant. He recognized Gascoyne and greeted him, reserving for the rest of us a wary glance, still he asked us to enter. Gascoyne apologized for our appearance, not to the servant but to the noble.
The gentleman looked pleased to see Gascoyne and greeted the rest of us. “I am Lord Storeton,” he said.
He was dressed elegantly in a blue velvet frock coat trimmed with lace. He had the servant summon Charles.
“Charles and I were indisposed,” he said smiling in a funny way.
We were in the parlor when Charles joined us. He was quite handsome, if a little effeminate, blond and fair. His chin had specks of blood on it. Clearly he had been having a nibble I assumed on the Lord.
Storeton laughed and went over to lick the vampire’s chin. “Sloppy,” he said in a teasing manner. There was a murmur of laughter. The two were on quite casual terms.
Gascoyne sang the praises of his friend, Charles and the lord too.
“Charles is an old acquaintance.”
Charles agreed. “I’d have liked to be much more, but Gascoyne is the way he is.”
Lord Storeton laughed. “One cannot help one’s preferences.”
Charles nodded. “It is true. I have loved females too...”
Storeton looked as though he did not agree. The moment passed and the mood changed as Charles now noticed that Eket was not present. “Where is she?” he asked.
“Destroyers,” was the answer.
“Destroyers! The bane of our existence.”
“Yes, she has been avenged and by Korven,” Gascoyne announced.
Korven wept and was comforted by Charles.
We were offered blood wine then. “Come Korven, you too. All of you need it for it helps with grief and hate and so many things...”
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