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Set the pawn in the nest
22:42 Mar 29 2006
Times Read: 610






Aman stood at the window over looking the downtown scene as the neon

lights cast their nocturnal calling to the residents and tourists of

the city. Everything was proceeding to his plan. He kept his arms

crossed over his chest as he replayed the converstaion and the

buisness arrangement over and over in his mind from the encounter at

the beach. It was one of the highest pieces he had payed since the

industrial revolution but one thing was for certain money still

talked and it was always understood by any and all.

The news of the plantation bed and breakfast opening was not

pleasant to his ears. He had hoped of getting that piece of property

form the mother long ago, but she sold it before he was ready. But

the eternal price she payed was enough in her daughter. Since thier

first meeting the dust had taken her fully and now she was as they

all were toys for his amusemnt and appetites.

He moved to the small chess board he had made for each conqwuest he

planned out and now he lifted the next piece and moved it. The piece

was an incandescent white figure made to resemble Opal fully but her

role was a mere pawn and he moved her as well. The black night was

already in position as Aman smiled wickidely. No sooner was the

piece placed the buzz of his cell phone went off informing him of the

limo's arrival in the drive.

"Excellent I will be there momentarily"

With that Aman moved from the penthouse and decended the stairs and

entered the car. He siad not a word for now as he watced the

passenger shift uncomfortably in the sat across from him. On each

side were his guards towering over him. Aman meerly nodded, his

fingers to run over the small envelope infront of him as he tossed it

to the gentleman.

The man caught the packsge ackwardly the apparent sweat on his brow

told Aman that hewas scared but the scent and taste of it was sweet

as Aman finally spoke as the mand looked thoriugh the over stuffed

envelope containing unmarked bills.

"Now that the unpleasantries of your meeger payment are done you

will meerly go about your normal duties in this city and wait for my

call. I am sure that when you inspect the establishment we discussed

you will find it to well fall below city and health ordinance

standards."

The man nodded trying to formulate his words but no sooner was he

about to speak he was escorted from the limo and taken to his car.

Aman only nodded as he picked up the limo's phone and called telling

Opal to be ontime tomorrow and remember the consequences of failure.

His only enjoyment from her not physically being there to service him

was the natural sound of the fear in her voice knowing her fate if

she should ever fail him.

Enter the Vampire
05:34 Mar 22 2006
Times Read: 614

Aman languished in a mammoth marble pool filled with milk and accented with the rich aroma of exotic scents. Wisps of steam writhed about his head and shoulders while Alex stood by, impatience etched upon my rigid sallow features.

“A shame you chose not to join me, my friend” Aman taunted softly; he was secretly pleased that Alex had worn the jet John Phillips suit he had sent to the hotel as a welcoming gift, “you seem quite tense; even more so than is typical for your “clan Alex”

Cobalt eyes gazed distastefully from beneath unruly raven bangs and Alex had to actively resist the urge to sneer at his host. Had the Tal Me Rah not impressed upon him the necessity of enlisting this unspeakable creature’s aid, he would gleefully send the monster back to his well-deserved hell.

“Forgive me Lord Aman” Alex spoke slowly but carefully “But I was led to understand you were aware of the urgency of the matters I was sent here for.”

Aman rolled his eyes “Everything is urgent for the TBH Mr. Traint being the upstarts all you claim to be in your clan all of you lack the true meaning of time.”

Alex bristled slightly at the thinly-veiled insult. What was the Council thinking enlisting the aid of this monster in their jihad against the Sabbatt and Camarilla?

“Nevertheless I was assured you would be of great aid in the forthcoming conflict” Alex replied bluntly.

“And indeed, I already have,” Aman clucked his tongue delighting in the baiting of the Kindred. “I am sure you’ll even appreciate the irony often attributed to some vague Brujah atrocity in the past.”

Alex hid his confusion at this well. So many “atrocities” were errantly laid at the feet of his clan he wondered at time if the whole of Kindred society had them confused with the bastard Gangrel or Tremere themselves. Aman took no notice of this as he continued on in his ranting.

“I will leave tonight for San Diego for a meeting with the Archbishop. By the end of the meeting the actions of my agent will be blamed upon the Hermetics and your greatest enemies will become your unwitting allies.”

Alex barked out his temper already at his throat the Tz were the ones that fouled things up in the Middle East when he first met the fiery red head and the Archbishop was behind that as well.

‘The Archbishop is a foolish little TZ whore. And she can not be trusted and will only use you in her warped little game of conquest she obtained in San Diego ousting the last of the Gangrel Prince there.”

Aman looked at Alex smugly and arrogantly even worse than a Ventrue would upon looking down upon a fledgling of another clan itself.

“Oh I will have far more than your simple gratitude Alex but that will be between me and your immediate superior I do not tell those details to the working class of your clan like yourself.”

Alex was about ready to release and storm out of the room at that comment as he thought.

~that was the second time you have insulted me and the True Brujah Aman there will not be a third~

Aman seemed to sense Alex ire and he clapped his hands once smartly. A beautiful, young servant entered the chamber, clad in little more than a piece of sheer crimson silk knotted about her waist and golden rings with serrated clasps that adorned her nipples. The rings were the kind that once locked could only be removed by cutting them off. Alex could not know this was Opal the daughter of the executed owner of the plantation he wanted to acquire. The slave fell to her knees, her eyes demurely downcast.

Aman purred “A gift for you Alex to do with as you please”

Alex felt ill and took a step back from the supplicating mortal that could sate his appetite and growing hunger.

“My … thanks Aman but I do not indulge in the pleasures and pursuits of the flesh.”

Aman hoisted himself up from the pool and strode over to Opal yanking her to her feet violently by her hair.

“A shame Mr. Traint” Aman murmured his damp hands blatantly fondling her; she whimpered and shook in the strong grip of Aman even as she was dragged to a stock and placed inside it as Alex saw him pull out a whip and crack it over his head.

Alex turned and left the room as the sounds of the girls screams and brutal punishment and eventful rape filled his ears. His hand tightened as he moved from the penthouse where Aman was staying and invoked temprosis once again as he gunned the engine of his car and sped off into the night to search for a decent meal one that was not afraid of giving and in fear of its life.

Aman Rhal cont
02:08 Mar 20 2006
Times Read: 617

Aman Rhal motioned for Opal to lower to her hands and knees and crawl to him as Selene screamed out in an attempt to try and break the dusts effects on her child.

Opal did as commanded and crawled seductively towards Aman as he opened his legs for her to move between as her fingers ran up and down his thighs as she lowered her head and began to service him. Rhal only looked to the Ankh his voice calm and collected even as Opal pistoned her head up and down on his lusts. Selene was in tears at what she was forced to witness as his voice echoed in her ears …

“She has promise woman much promise woman much promise”

Rhal kept his composure even as he released into opal’s mouth as she took all that he gave her only to be pushed away by Aman’s foot only after his lusts were temporarily sated.

He clapped his hands once more his voice booming out like thunder...

“Take her have her bathed pierced and her collar placed on her neck she will soon join the others as my concubines and potential breeder.”

Selene screamed out her eyes focused on Opal as she was pulled away kicking and screaming not to be with her mother but rather the fact of being taken from her new master’s side and being able to be there with him.

The last image Selene saw before the blinding white light of pain and the darkness and comfort of death was the head of the cobra as its hood opened up is mouth to open as its fangs dripped its venom onto her breasts its eyes flashing a bright green as it lunged spearing its head into her chest and devouring her heart.

Rhal only watched with a smile on his lips as he whispered…

“Now to set things in motion and the desert will consume the land as it has since the birth of the Gods of Egypt”

02:03 Mar 20 2006
Times Read: 621

Aman Rhal
03:50 Mar 09 2006
Times Read: 626

Selene’s eyes fluttered open. She could not tell how long her body had hung from the Ankh. Her mind tried to reply the events as she was placed there. The symbol itself was always alluring to her for some reason but this one was not that at all. The intricate designs and hieroglyphics were breath taking, but the beauty soon faded the moment her bare back touched the ice cold metal. The vines soon moved and became serpents that coiled around her wrists and ankles. Their mouths opened as razor sharp fangs fell forward and each sank into her flesh. Her screams of terror filled the room to the sudden pain in her body. The natural venom of an asp was deadly Selene knew this, but the venom was making her head light her fingers and body numb this was not a poison but something else entirely as she whimpered and tried to free herself in vain. Soon the venom was coursing in her body making her very being become alive to sight sound and touch itself. The sudden bright light of the double doors opening blinded her as her eyes glazed over. She could barely make out the form as it approached but the voice was definitely his. She was too weak to fight as her clothes were violently ripped from her body.

“Foolish stubborn woman. All I asked was for the title and deed, yet you would not relinquish it. Now you will feel the pain only a mother would feel as the price for your insolence.”

Aman stepped back and took in her body fully as the serpents fed off her essence and life’s blood. Selene cried out as her back suddenly warmed as the center piece of the Ankh opened and a giant cobra began to slither around her waist and up through the valley of her breasts. Its massive head loomed up its tongue to taste the fear from her body as it coiled around the base of her breasts constricting slowly.

The doors behind her opened up moments later as the guards brought in the young girl. She screamed out seeing her mother hanging like a prized piece of meat from the ankh and raced to her only to be stopped just short of reaching her. Aman Rhal looked at her as he sat in the throne the tears were streaking down her face her bottom lip trembling.

“Pl…please let her go. Let my mother go “

Rhal only looked at her unemotional as his hand reached to a small vial pouring the dust into his palm as he shook his head as the giant cobra continued to taste Selene’s neck and body as her breasts swelled from the lack of circulation. The only evidence Selene was still alive was the faint whimper and moaned elicited from her as the forked tongue struck her nipples.

Selene recognized the voice of her daughter Opal as her eyes opened up in fear as Rhal stood from the throne and walked towards her only child. Rhal opened his hand as he walked towards the girl blowing the dust into her face.

“She is an innocent you son of a bitch leave her alone please I beg you she has done nothing to anyone”

The dust was quick and all consuming to Opal as her beautiful blue eyes glazed over her struggles ceasing as she remained still like a statue before him. Opal was the spitting image of her mother but just half her age as Aman Rhal smiled as HE sat back down in the throne and motioned for the girl to strip before her mother. Opal said not a word as her fingers moved up to remove her clothing dropping the clothes at her feet as she stared blankly ahead. Rhal smiled as he spoke to Selene.

“She was an easy catch woman she was walking in the university just out of her first exam it is a pity she will not finish the semester now.”