((worm like?????? ewwwwwwwww noooooo lolol nice post ports ! we didnt fancy greeting the dawn :)

((Ahhh sh*t, forgot you hate worms lolololol

Sorenti leant on the corner of his desk, his dutiful business assistant sat looking up at him, waiting for the next instruction. He looked down at her fondly, her black, tightly curled hair, impeccable as ever. Sorenti gently stroked her cheek with his nails, they had spent many years fighting various corporations and despite her meek, prissy look, she had steel balls which he admired in any business person. As he began to turn the various business decisions over in his mind, for the countless time he saw Gabriel again.

A blur of images as always, feelings of pain and fear, apprehension and doom.....an earthen pit, the faint warmth of dawn's approach, the petrified Toreador....but he could not will himself to help or move as before. He concentrated hard, his face screwed up in an almost feral mask as he remembered his passion for his clan and childe, but he couldn't hold on to it. Things had changed, no longer did the fire in him burn with its ferocity, something in him had died....no matter how much he wanted to go save his childe, the will had gone, no longer was he the "hero" type of days gone by.

Sorenti clenched his fists in frustration and anger at himself, his nails dug into his palms, but he cared little for pain. His eyes were squeezed shut as he strove to dig up even a tiny amount of the warrior in him....but to no avail. He started to feel lop-sided and off balance, so let himself calm right down and get his mind back to business matters. Finally he opened his eyes, realisisng why he felt off balance....his beautiful assistant clung to his right wrist, her dead fingers clamped on his in an attempt to free herself from his grip, her throat crushed to the same size as the pen on her notes. Her black hair lay on his forearm, her head lolled unnaturally forward, almost like she was asleep.

Disgusted at himself, Sorenti threw the girl by her neck, the corpse crunching into the marble fireplace with a sickening thud. He pulled out a silk handkerchief and began wiping away the blood and flesh that had popped from her throat onto the back of his hand. He sat slowly into his chair, looking at the crumpled form of his now ex-assistant, business acumen like hers was hard to come by, he mused, he had better start looking for a replacement.

((hehe kickass! :)

kathy gasped as she felt tendrils tighten around her waist and pull her into the earth.

"gabe now whats going on?" she whispered as they entered the other side of the pit, the mass burrowing its way into the hardened earth with hardly any effort.
"I dont know kathy, just keep your head down I dont imagine this is going to be the nicest of escape routes"

Kathy nodded and shut her eyes as the earth seemed to swallow them up. the thing that held them in its tendrils pulling them behind as it burrowed through the damp earth.

Soil clung to their naked bodies in clumps, tangling with their hair, covering their faces.

The mass seemed to pause and kathy opened her eyes brushing the soil away from them.

The tunnel that it had formed was now falling in behind them, effectively blocking any means that anyone had off following there passage of escape.

They seemed to have been travelling for ages when there was a sound of wood been broken and they where both placed on the floor of a what looked like a cellar.

The wood had splintered under the blows he rained on it. His “front” slamming against it until it had given in. He slid through, ignoring the sharp edges of the broken planks as they scraped along his mass. “Pouring” through the gap, he released his “passengers” and slithered across the badly cemented floor of the chamber.

Kathy and Gabe struggled to their feet, watching the shape disappear behind some crates, steam seeming to rise from the hidden form.

“Gabriel, where are we? What is that thing?” Kathy’s face was pale, easily noticeable even through the faint pattern of mud and soil that masked her. Holding each other they looked around the room, both pairs of eyes adjusting to the low light.

“I don’t know Kathy. Lets hope it’s on our side. At least Malachite’s out of sight.” He tried to force a smile, and even though it was fallacy, the sight of her lover smiling warmed Kathy slightly from the chill. Both Kindred turned as a voice rose from the shadows.

“Put these on. And drink this.” Porter stepped from the spot the “worm” had hid. His body glistening from blood sweat. A look of tiredness in his eyes. He handed over a bundle of clothes, they were ill-fitting at best, but they would at least hide their nakedness. As Gabriel shuffled into the t-shirt and baggy jeans, Porter handed over a large leather bound pouch.

“It’s blood. You need to heal, and rest.” Porter looked at Kathy. The gaze noticed by the beautiful Toreador. It made her shiver strangely, the lean hungry eyes of a predator. Porter looked away, turning as Gabriel spoke.

“Porter!? That was you? Thank god for you Porter! I thought we were finished!”

Porter grinned his trademark grin. The look suddenly stripped him of the fearful feral look Kathy had seen in him. She smiled to herself, before taking the second bundle of clothes. Grunting with distaste as she slid into the loose fitting jogging trousers and sweater.

“You would have been if it hadn’t been for...” Again he glanced at Kathy, the hungry look flashing across his face, before he looked back at Gabriel.

“Seneschal. Wait here until dusk. Rest, feed. I’ll bring you something more fitting for you both to wear when I return. Any requests?” Again he looked at Kathy.

She stuttered as the eyes made her blush.

“Ummm no......” She stammered before turning away. Taking Gabriel’s arm. Porter nodded, his hair tousled as he walked to the wooden steps that led up out of the cellar.

“Porter? Where exactly are we?”

Porter turned.

“The old Manse on Nakut Rd. The anarchs have been known to use it as an emergency haven when they’ve been hunted. I’ll return at dusk. Rest Seneschal, Ms. Belvadere.” He smiled at Kathy before disappearing up the wooden, steps.

Pushing open the doors he lowered a chest onto the door. Blocking the passage. Sunlight was flooding the upper and lower rooms of the house with fiery beams. Walking over to the fireplace he slid up, hooking his claws and feet into the inside, sooted chimney walls. Resting he thought of her face when she saw him.

Ever the Toreador, she feigned ignorance of his identity. He smiled as sleep took hold of his wolf mind.

“Ahh Kelly. My beautiful Kelly.”

Kathy watched the tall muscular body of porter make his way up the stairs,his long black slightly scraggly hair flowing down his back.

As she heard the door been shut she turned to Gabriel.
"who he is?"

Gabriel smiled" he's a very old gangrel who was here when the garou attack struck the city, he's an oldtimer and has strange ways but then thats his clan , he's a loner only at his happiest when he's at one with nature"

Kathy shuddered and wrapped her arms around Gabe.

"his eyes.. they are so green and they seemed to stare straight into my very soul as if he was seeking something, he almost gave me the impression that he wanted something from me, some sort of recognition, but Ive never met him before, you know me I dont mix in the same social circles as the gangrel clan"

Gabe looked at her and shrugged his shoulders.

"it's just his way kath, dont let it worry you, I'm not"

Kathy looked around the room and sighed heavily.

"there's not even a bed or anywhere to wash all this dirt off us....how barbaric" she said sounding disgusted that she had to remain in a state of dissarray.

Gabe laughed heartily.

"trust you kath...your not thankful that we are safe, you complain about the temporary living conditions"

Kathy tutted at him as she tried to pull the hardened bits of soil out of her hair.

"yes so...im not used to living like this so stop laughing at me, you could use with a wash too you know" a smile broke her face as she looked at his grime ridden face.

"not quite the look a seneschal should go for really...is it ? or a toreador for that matter"

he grinned at her as he looked at her, even though she was not at her best he still felt the familar feeling rising inside him.

"you look good enough to me " he murmured as he pulled her close to him and laid her down on a pile of blankets.

((woohooo :P :wink:

((very nice you two, i'll be home today around 1 or 2 PM EST, i'm dyin to post! right now i'm at school studying a bit, so have some patience. lol neither one of you two will probably even get on before then.

"Well, so much for these..." he muttered between heated breaths, slipping the shirt and baggy jeans from his body. The dimly lit room contained just enough light for him to see Kathy doing the same. Her lilly white hands, shining from beneath clumps of soil, reached up and pulled his frame over hers.

Gabriel mused how Caine's curse was different for everyone. Most Kindred he had known had cared very little for pleasures of the flesh since their dark kiss. This was obviously not the case for Kathy.

Within moments their aching bodies were moving in smooth, concurrent motions, each rythmic thrust electrifying millions upon millions of cells long dormant of feeling. Kathy moaned, her lips beginning to regain the color they perhaps had in her mortal days.

Gabriel, his mind a flurry of thoughts, began to ponder his situation. Malachite would find them sooner or later, even if they returned to Cascadia. Perhaps if he could contact his Grand-Sire somehow...or Sorenti perhaps.

"Gabriel...what's wrong?"

The Ventrue looked down and realized he had ceased all movement. Kathy's face was stricken with concern, the blood sweat rolling smoothly over her wrinkled brow. He quickly resumed, conciously adding a bit more ferocity to his movements.

Lost in his own thoughts, he began to wonder about Porter. His attempts to be reassuring to Kathy had been merely a facade. The odd looks the Gangrel had delivered were indeed unusual. He had rarely seen Porter give most Kindred the time of night, let alone a Toreador.

He shook the thoughts from his head, as his senses were lost in a myriad of passion...

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The crack was no higher than an inch, but Gabriel could see the soft glow on the morning sun beneath the door that led out. Slipping from beneath the blanket, he moved swiftly across the room, careful to snatch his clothes up as he went. He glanced back once more towards the makeshift bed. Kathy lay sleeping peacefully, a look of contenment upon her face.

He smiled as he threw the clothes over his body, the ill fitting shirt dangling from his thin frame. Opening the door, he slipped into the sunlit hallway. Beams of putrid sunlight covered the wooden floors, and Gabriel clung desperately to his small patch of shade. Carefully, and painstakingly, he made his way through the sun drenched house towards the front door. As he dead bolted the lock, he failed to notice the tuffs of soot that fell from the nearby chimney.

((ta da! :)

[quote:2c4b25a933="Gabriel"] Within moments their aching bodies were moving in smooth, concurrent motions, [/quote:2c4b25a933]Dude, that's just fancy talk for "humping"...sheesh

nice thread, btw

[size=4:2c4b25a933]Porter makes a living selling kiddy porn..... with himself in it too.[/size:2c4b25a933]

((The Ventrue looked down and realized he had ceased all movement. Kathy's face was stricken with concern, the blood sweat rolling smoothly over her wrinkled brow. He quickly resumed, conciously adding a bit more ferocity to his movements.
LOL sheesh dont force yourself gaybe heheheheheheheehehehehehe

((LMFAO!!! Kathy!!!

((hey, once the nerve cells in YOUR genitals die see how easy it is for YOU! lol Gabe's not a sex addict :wink:

((More fool Gabe ;)

((you calling kay a sex addict huh? huh? :P I dont see gaybe complaining lololol
she's just got a healthy ummmm appetite :P:P :lol: