Sins of the Damned

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Anoushka

Clan: Daeva
Bloodline: Toreador
Embraced: 1149 (at the age of 25)
Born: 1124
Age: 883 in total, (858 year old vampire)
Sire: Raoul (Slain)
Race: White (Austrian)

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Leticia ‘Tish’ Jarrett


Clan: Daeva
Bloodline: Toreador
Embraced: 2000 (at the age of 22)
Age: 29 in total, (7 year old vampire)
Sire: Anoushka
Race: Black Mother, White Father, both American


Appearance: Tends more towards her fathers features, but is much darker skinned than her father was. Hair is cut fairly short, naturally black but also died with red and blonde streaks, makeup is in the black gothic style. 5” 10” in height, 180 lbs.


She has a well rounded, but firm and muscular figure, mostly from her days in juvenile detention, from all the weight training and boxing. Her attractive face is slightly marred by several long scars that run across her cheeks, a punishment during her early days in the juvenile prison.


Numerous gothic style tattoos that now cover over much earlier tattoos that were done during her time in prison. Her body is the usual pale almost white texture of many vamps, while the black ink tattoos give her an almost artists impression of the vampire form.


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Sins of the Damned


Introduction:
First Blood


I sat staring out into the crowd, if indeed it could be called a crowd.


There was Walt, the town drunk. He seems to have been a permanent fixture in the bar since before I can remember. That sad sorry blank stare as he shakes his whisky glass one last time to check there really isn’t any left. And an almost silent gasp as he thinks up some new scheme to get someone else to buy his next drink. It was a well rehearsed process for the past fifty years, apparently.


There was Sally, the youngish looking woman in the corner with her hand down some new customer’s trousers. No doubt giving him what he had just paid for. She was discreet so I didn’t hassle her unless customers complained. She was certainly not young however. I think she was at school around the same time as my mother which put her around late forties or early fifties. She looked as though she’d aged well in the dark and smoke filled environment of the Buxom Maiden Saloon. This place was a throwback to the old days of the Wild West. But it seemed to draw in curiosity seekers and fans of the genre.


There was old Tom on the piano giving us a rendition of some 50’s song that nobody could either pronounce or remember. But it seemed to keep the customers happy. Personally I’d have settled for a good dose of rock, punk or Goth. Or anything else but this dreary shit that made me feel even deader than I already was.


There was the usual crowd from the Baxter’s farm. Twenty or so members of the same inbred family. From young Elijah, barely turned eighteen to Grandpa Frederick, a 98 year old father of 21. I think he was in his seventies for the last child he fathered, randy old bastard. The female members of the Baxter’s were just as rowdy. And none of them were beyond trying their charms on some unsuspecting fool who would end up begging for his life when the rest of the family jumped in to save her supposed virtue.


There were some of the local guys and girls looking for mister or missus right, or both in some cases. They usually ended up leaving with some of the out-of-towners. And in the case of the women were often left with a package in nine months time they hadn’t bargained on. Their one night stand long gone and the next eighteen years of strife just beginning.


There were some of the trailer trash residents lurking in the corner, trying to size up potential marks. Because most of them never bought their own drinks.


None of the girls I had known in my youthful days were in tonight. Most were married off now and at home looking after the kids. While their husbands were out looking to get laid.


If I’d fallen into that routine, I would have preferred a quick and painless death. So it was probably something of a relief when the death came first, although I’m still here to tell the tale.


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I’d had a pretty shitty life anyway up until that point. School was always a none starter for me and my friends. So we never went, or very rarely. Not that I was incapable, quite the opposite. And that was the problem, it was all too damn easy and not in the slightest bit challenging. I guess I just got bored with the whole thing. That had meant that by the time I was 13 I was already on a downward spiral into drink, drugs, underage sex and a long list of crimes.


My family weren’t rich in any sense, but they tried hard. They gave me a decent life but I seemed intent on rebelling against everything. It wasn’t until I was dead that I realised how lucky I had really been to have such wonderful parents.


Things really went from bad to worse when a friend of my dad’s stayed one night, and decided it would be a good idea to sneak into my room after they had gone to sleep. He proceeded to climb on top of me with his grubby hand over my mouth, and start to take out his dick. He was rather surprised when I grabbed my switch blade and grabbed his dick and cut deep. His howling brought my parents into the room who almost beat him to death. Then they had him arrested, after he was rushed to hospital. Fucking worthless piece of shit, he should have died.


After that I went from bad to worse, and it was only a matter of time before I would see the inside of juvenile detention. That really was the end for me. I was already one crazy bitch by that stage. So the treatment at the hands of other inmates and the screws was probably the turning point from messed up teenager to psycho sadist.


My life had been hell early on. I was pretty much used from the moment I entered the place, either by screw or cons. I think I must have eaten more pussy than I ever care to remember in that first year in prison. What with sharing a cell with the resident hard case, it wasn’t like I was given much of a choice. So I became the psycho’s little bitch for a while. I was at her beck and call until I reacted and came very close to killing her.


After that I was left mostly to do my own thing. And that included a lot of revenge. I’d spent a lot of time building myself up, training and boxing, there was no way I was ever going back to being anyone’s bitch. I had the run of the place by the time I was 16. Nobody wanted to come anywhere near me because of my reputation. Even the screws were weary on their own.


My cell mate Cassey was probably the only real friend I had in there. After almost killing her. She had calmed down a lot; we worked things out and became best of friends. And so we still ended up sharing a bed. But at least I was doing it on my own terms. This wasn’t really much of an option for most of us girls at the time. We were inside for months, possibly years. And without any male company anywhere, we had to look elsewhere. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than nothing.


By the time I got out I was 18, and one serious hard core psycho, thanks a lot. I only went in for assault and burglary. I came out knowing far more about crime than I ever did before I went in there.


The next two years saw me getting into further trouble, but I was on the road now. We travelled from town to town. My girlfriend Cassey had been released, so we travelled together for a while. Until she had to go back home to look after her kid after her parents were killed in an accident.


That was a hard blow. We’d been together for about three years, and at that age I took it badly. It was not long after I ended up back in my hometown, a small farming and tourist community in Texas. That’s when I started working here, not only serving drinks but also keeping the peace. I seemed to be able to handle the crowd better than the dumb ass morons they were hiring, so I got the job.


It was about six months later. Not too long after my twentieth birthday that I stopped one of the local guys who had had a few too many drinks from harassing one of the tourists. At least I had taken her for a tourist. She had thanked me and asked to come back to my place for the night, now I was trying to put the girl thing behind me and get back to my old life. It had only ever been out of necessity. But I found myself unable to say no, almost compelled to accept. In fact I think I said ‘yes please.’


So that night became the one I would remember even until this day, seven years on. The woman turned out to be Anoushka. A woman who had lived for almost a millennia as a vampire of the Daeva clan. That night I found myself somehow without any control over my actions. And by the end of that night, I was no longer alive or human.


She stayed with me for only two weeks before disappearing into the night. I had gotten the basics from her, all about laws and clans and bloodlines. But was still very confused about the whole thing. When she disappeared, I was almost at the point of walking into the sun by this stage. When a gang of bikers pulled into town and started tearing the place up I decided I wasn’t quite ready for that last walk.


I was the only one who even attempted to challenge them. And for my part I‘d say they got a thorough beating. And then another gang turned up. I thought they must have been all together. But it turned out the second lot were just like me, a mix of Gangrel- Brujah, and Daeva kindred, some of them on the lookout for their sire.


They also had business with the other gang, who now decorate Cemetery Hill in unmarked gravers. After they fled town and were tracked down and slaughtered by the kindred bikers. I was actually there for that one. I even took part. The gang adopted me into their ranks. And then we rode around New Mexico and Mexico for the next six years, razing hell, and constantly on the run from the authorities.


We finally ran out of luck in Southern California. A large group of hunters on our trail found our temporary haven. Only myself and two of the female vampires survived the assault on the haven. And only because we weren’t there at the time. We had taken our bikes into a local town, on the lookout for a potential meal. When we returned, the haven was on fire and every kindred had been staked and burned.


That was it for me, I came straight back here, and the two girls Isha and Jen formed their own female kindred biker gang. The last I heard it was about thirty strong. I hear from them occasionally, and the temptation is almost too much to stand not to return to my old way of unlife. But I’m planning on finding Anoushka, if she is still around. I figure there must be a whole world of this undead shit that I know nothing about from what Anoushka had told me. it’s time I found out something about what it really was I had become.


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The customers were getting into the spirit of things now. The younger crowd was starting to appear. Which meant either the juke box or a live band would be playing. As they weren’t going to put up with Tom’s piano playing for long.


Generally about this time, most of the regulars would go down the road to one of the quieter places. For me, this was where I picked out my target for the night. As the only vampire in this whole place, I was virtually ensured the person of my choice. These things that Anoushka had shown me meant I could charm almost anyone I wanted to feed from. Or those I wanted to get into my bed.


Although she could have at least told me how it would literally fuck with my sex life. Damn it, I had to be careful, no more rough stuff. These humans just broke far too easily for that, and that’s why it was so tempting to get back on the road with my own kind. If that wasn’t bad enough we had to actually expend blood to take pleasure during sex. This made several partners almost a necessity unless I wanted to drain one partner almost dry of blood while I fed from them.


I caught a glimpse of Sally leaving out of the back door, she looked worse for wear from all the drinks she’d had I supposed. I watched three guys follow after her. I’d guess they were mid twenties to early thirties. I could hazard a guess at what was going on so I told Harvey, one of the barmen to watch my bar while I checked it out.


When I got out there, true to form they had knocked her to the ground and were tearing at her clothes. I didn’t even bother asking what the hell they thought they were doing. The first one I knocked out cold with no more than a left jab, ‘fucking weakling’ I thought.


The other two broke off their assault on Sally and came hurtling towards me. I literally flew at one of them. My hardened skull crashed forward into his face, shattering his nose and sending him flying to the floor. Where I wasted no time kicking him in the side of the face. He screamed in pain, holding on to his broken jaw.


The last one threw a punch which I allowed to connect with my jaw. He looked in horror as I laughed at him and pulled his head down to meet my knee which sent him sprawling backwards, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.


I heard clapping from behind me. I hadn’t even seen the crowd gathering behind me. It seemed like the entire bar had emptied. The three guys just lay there unable to move. I just stood there, regaining a little composure. Those early days still haunted me. I seemed unable to keep my anger down when it did rise. And three useless rapist bastards like these pricks weren’t much of a challenge.


I walked over to Sally and picked her up. She was sober enough to give me a hug, and say ‘Thanks Tish, you’re a good kid.’ If only she knew the truth. I left them lying in the dirt and walked Sally into the bar. Where just about everyone wanted to buy her a drink. She was set up for the night now, and unfortunately I had to decline the several hundred drinks I was offered. Although that didn’t mean I couldn’t get intoxicated on someone else’s blood later on.


After sitting Sally at the bar, I was just about to walk off when I heard a familiar voice coming from behind me.


“That was quite a performance. I bet a human couldn’t have done that.” That soothing almost enchanting voice I had not heard for the past seven years.


I span around, no one else seemed to hear or notice what she had said. And there she stood, seven years later almost to the day, my sire Anoushka.


“Well don’t I even get a kiss from my childer.” She asked as though she hadn’t abandoned me all those years ago.


I didn’t need much prompting though. I walked forward and placed my hand behind her head and pulled her forward. I’d been waiting five years for this moment and I was going to make the best of it. I swear that she blushed as I did so. But I don’t suppose public displays of affection were allowed in her time. My lips found hers and I had to taste her as much as was publicly possible. This certainly drew a cheer from many who were watching, and apparently a sigh of disappointment from some.


Anoushka pulled away slightly. “I think we should save this for later Leticia.” She was the only person who still used my first name. Everyone else either called me Tish or bitch. I guess it was that old world mentality again.


Anoushka was quite simply the most stunning woman I had ever seen. She stood only 5’3’’ in height but with the addition of high heeled boots came to a few inches shorter than me. I would have broken my neck walking around in those things.


Her face and features looked like they had been delicately crafted into marble. And her complexion only further increased the image. Her clothes were modern, but she still carried herself as though she were in some old European palace or theatre. She looked out of place among the common folk of Texas.


I found myself almost unable to let go of her, but reluctantly pulled away as she seemed to be uncomfortable being the public spectacle. I found myself instantly mesmerised. As much as I had been the first time we had met. It was as though her very presence here drew attention from the whole bar. I had no idea if this was her doing or if she simply projected an aura that enthralled everyone present.


“Have you missed me Leticia?” She seemed to plead. That beautiful little pout she always did when she thought I might be mad at her.


“You know I have. Why did you not tell me you were going to leave? And why did you not say goodbye?” There it was. The questions I had wanted to ask her for the past seven years.


“I could not, it was better you did not know where I was going. And I never say goodbye if I intend to return. It seems like the blinking of an eye to me. Seven years is but a tiny fraction of the life I have lived. But I am sorry if it upset you.” Her explanation was spoken as though it was meant to simply remove the resentment I had felt for so long. Although as was always the case when talking to Anoushka, it seemed to work.


Her words seemed soothing. I couldn’t even get mad at her. It was infuriating, but love often is. I wasn’t sure it was love I felt, but I certainly had no control over my emotions at this moment. Even if I was being played for a love-struck fool. I didn’t seem to care. It always made me wonder how such an obviously well educated and cultured person would waste her time on me. But it didn’t seem to trouble her, and I wasn’t going to press the issue.


“So have you come to stay this time, or is this a passing visit?” I asked hoping she was indeed here to stay or at the very least take me with her.


“It is only for tonight my dear, but I have something to ask you later, when we are alone, I will not discuss it here though.”


“Ok, I’ll just have to wait then. But if you’re going to run out on me again…”


“I will not. You will know where to find me at the end of tonight. It will be your choice should you seek me out.”


“Well that sounds promising.”


“More than you know Leticia.”


“So, have you eaten?”


“No not yet. I’m sure we can find a take out later. This quaint little place does offer a few potential meals.”


“Excuse me, would you like to dance.” I looked around and saw an attractive red headed woman. She was small and fragile I thought, but certainly appealing. Her girlfriends were standing in the background encouraging her in this act of bravery.


This must be a new crowd. The girls around here weren’t usually up for this kind of thing, unless I used a little persuasion. So I was guessing they were tourists. I looked at Anoushka; she seemed amused that I was looking to her for her blessing.


“Would you like to dance with both of us? Perhaps your friends would also like to join us?” Anoushka asked the young woman who seemed almost dumbstruck by the fact she was talking to her. She was a brighter shade of crimson now. And she seemed to be lost for words, so I took her arm and led her onto the dance floor.


She motioned for her three friends to join her, waving at them frantically. When Anoushka joined us, all eyes were on her. Even I couldn’t draw my gaze away as her seductive display prompted many onto the dance floor. And I’m sure the normally straight girls who were dancing with us, didn’t know what to do as she took it in turns to caress and kiss with all of them. It seemed I had been wrong about her willingness to perform in public, as she was now the main attraction.


They were like a piece of easily moulded clay in her hands. Every touch, every caress, every kiss brought the response she wanted. And to be able to swap back and forth between the four girls was in my mind amazing.


I could tell she was getting close to needing to feed. I suggested we left the girls on the dance floor; we could feed on them properly later tonight. We needed a snack, so a trip to the bathroom was needed. We waited until it was empty and for two to go in. I had one of the keys, so we wouldn’t be disturbed during the feed.


I was sure she had told me that feeding on humans no longer gave her the necessary life force she needed. So I could only assume she must be feeding from another vampire. But she had also said she still enjoyed the pleasure of feeding from humans. The helplessness they felt under her touch and the power of life and death over them.


A couple of thirty something’s headed for the bathroom. They wore short skirts and black tights. They were out for sex no doubt. I bet their husbands were safely asleep in bed by now. While their wives were looking for some guy to give them a good time. Well sorry ladies, but we need the blood more than you need the sex.


As they entered the bathroom we walked behind them. It seemed everyone was suddenly ignoring us. I could only think they were somehow being controlled.


Anoushka entered first and I followed. Locking the door behind me. We waited for them to come out of the cubicles and then we struck.


Anoushka had the blonde haired woman pinned to the wall. She was already feeding and by the look of it taking a few other liberties with her helpless victim. That was just the way of kindred for you. They were always trying to make the victim feel like their prey. Some used fear and terror, others liked to mess with their minds, while others preferred brutality and murder. Those like Anoushka preferred seduction and pleasures of the flesh, as I had found out when we met.


I took the other one from behind, biting deep into her neck. She was about to scream as I covered her mouth, holding her tightly around the waist with my other arm so that she couldn’t escape my grasp. We would have to be careful here, they needed to walk out as they had walked in.


Anoushka was lost in the moment; she had the woman’s skirt up around her waist and was providing pleasure from both her bite and her hands. The woman looked completely under her spell. I doubted Anoushka would want to leave it here. Once she set her sights on something she always took what she wanted, and she undoubtedly wished more from her victim than a quick feed in the bathroom of the Buxom Maiden Tavern.


The one I had a hold of was looking directly at her friend and trying to wriggle free. That was impossible of course; she was soon still and compliant. She was almost limp as I turned her around to face me. I preferred my prey to watch as I drank their blood. I also liked to share it with them; I pressed my mouth to hers. She lapped up her own blood and seemed to be eager for more. We could finish this later; this was merely the test run.


Minutes later we were talking to the two women as though nothing had happened. Their wounds were licked shut. The saliva of kindred was able to cover the tracks of their feeding. We had even fed them our blood. It made them slightly easier to control.


Another word for them would be ghouls among our kind, those who fed from vampires. Our blood acted like a drug. The more a person was fed the more they would want until they were almost dependant. We left the bathroom and they joined our group on the dance floor. I figured if we could get them all back to my place, we could have a good feeding frenzy later.


The blonde haired woman that Anoushka had fed on was Celina. The dark haired woman I had tasted was Daniela. Both were married as I had thought and both in their early thirties.


The red haired girl who had approached was Claire, a twenty one year old from New York visiting family with her friends, Mona, Lila and Steph.


I had to remember I was here to work. I reluctantly left them all to dance with Anoushka who now seemed lost in the adoration she received from those around her. She commanded them like easily controlled puppets that were willing to act in ways they would have never dreamt of under normal circumstances.


I watched as three couples joined the group on the dance floor and a couple of guys who were dragged onto the dance floor by the four girls. I think everyone of them danced with Anoushka, including the couples, both together and alone. The tavern had never seen a night like this before, but it certainly beat listening to old Tom on the piano. For Anoushka and I things were just starting beginning.


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