The Keeper Of Darkness (a gothic tale of love, desire, desperation, and music)

[frostyjr2]

TKoD Ch. 27 (cont'd.)


Now she had gotten them to the point of complete and utter submission, between her bondage pain sessions and the pleasure of feeding time.
They had finally accepted their fate as submissive vampires.

It was time to start training them to fight.

Of course, they were more like cannon fodder than anything else, just extra bodies to help make up the required seven.

Kris doubted that either of these girls had what it took to be an effective fighter, but if they were going to be destroyed in the battle, she would be happy to sacrifice them for the sake of gaining two much more worthwhile slaves.

Little Vicky and Erica together, oh my demons, the many possibilities!
Kris felt her fangs extending involuntarily at the thought of it, as if she could already smell them and taste their blood.

Between what she was doing to Janet and Diana, and what she was thinking about doing to Vicky and Erica once she had them under her thumb, she was starting to get just a bit moist between her legs now, oozing her arousal into her black silk thong panties under her tight skinny jeans.

She walked over to where Diana was hanging, and quickly thrust one hand down into the suspended girl’s undies while pressing her other hard onto the poor girl’s swollen bladder.

The sudden pressure of Kris’ ice cold hands in both places at once had Diana gasping behind her ball gag.
She squirmed as much as her bonds would allow her to as a brief spurt of pee escaped her and ran straight into the tube which was connecting her bladder to Janet’s mouth funnel.

As Kris saw the first flow of clear liquid passing through the tube, she grinned evilly.

The real test of the system was how it would work the other way though, from the bottom up.

Seeing as how both toys were just about as full as they could be, Kris decided there was no point in delaying the inevitable; this was only a test run in any event.

She decided to hasten things along by spanking Diana’s upturned bottom with a wooden paddle.
The paddling was punishment for her losing control and wetting her panties without permission in front of Cestus at Le Petit Bal.

The burning pain of that spanking had her losing control again after just a few hard swats on her rear, and the clear urine started to flow constantly as her full bladder began rapidly voiding its contents uncontrollably while she twitched and squirmed in her bonds, moaning from behind her ball gag.

Janet’s eyes widened in horror; she could see Diana’s hot pee running through the tube towards her mouth and knew there was no way to prevent that from happening.

At least it was almost entirely fresh water that had just been pumped into her, not liquid which had been processed through the suspended girl’s kidneys…

'It doesn’t taste bad at all, thank goodness,' Janet thought. 'She sure is peeing an awful lot though ...'

Kris laid the paddle down; she couldn’t spank Janet to get her to pee since she was lying face up below Diana, and since Janet had only wet at Le Petit Bal in reaction to Kris tugging on her bondage rope, she was being punished a bit less severely.

Kris had decided on tickle torture for Janet, and even as she was being forced to swallow the liquid flowing down the tube from Diana’s bladder, the sadistic red headed vampire had begun to tickle first her bare feet, then her belly, and finally her armpits.

Unable to wriggle or laugh, poor Janet started to relieve her tension in the only way she could, by peeing.

Now that Kris had unblocked the tube, the pressure that had built up in Janet's bladder was so severe that the urine flowed out of her quite forcefully, making its way up the narrow tube which passed through Diana’s ball gag and directly into the mouth of the girl in suspension above her.

“It works!”
The evil little vampire clapped her hands together and practically squealed with delight.

Now Kris couldn’t resist a few extra swats on Diana’s already reddened bottom as each girl continued to empty the contents of her full bladder into the mouth of the other.
The best part was that if she kept them like this long enough, all of the liquid they had just been forced to swallow would be processed through their bodies, and then they would be ready to pee again.

At the thought of a near perfect circle of intake and output between the two helpless girls, Kris was on the brink of orgasm.

She decided to leave the girls as they were, anticipating a second round of exchange between the two of them.

It would be a while before they were ready to pee again, and she needed a few moments to herself right now.


<to be continued>

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[frostyjr2]

The Keeper Of Darkness
Ch. 28 - Supernatural
Essex, UK 2006

https://soundcloud.com/frostyjr2%2Fsuper-natural-thing

The cancer was growing within her, spreading through her body like wildfire raging through a dry woodland forest.
The doctors had given her only a couple of months to live.

“Sorry, but there is nothing we can do.”

‘Incurable’, ‘too advanced for treatment’, ‘little to no hope of remission’…

By now, she had heard all the different versions of the same thing time after time.
No matter how many specialists she had consulted, the end result was still the same: a death sentence.

How unfair was it, after all the time she'd lost in that institution, to be finally free and then to have her present happiness snatched away from her in this manner?

It wasn’t even her incessant smoking catching up to her, she thought.
Liver cancer; then it had spread … oh, the irony of it.

Now she had to tell Peter and Vicky.


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Petra pulled her dark blue BMW Z3 into the driveway at the Kushkin family estate.

She could see Peter and Vicky were already there, her twin brother’s black M5 parked next to her little sister’s silver M3.

There was a third car in the driveway also though, an unfamiliar one.
It was a brand new Alpine White Z3, with its more powerful all-aluminum straight six motor producing almost 190 horsepower.
Hers was the older 1.9 litre four cylinder version.

‘Nice car,’ she thought to herself as she pulled in alongside it. ‘Hmm, I wonder who it belongs to?’

She got out of her car, then dropped and stepped on the cigarette which had burned down almost to the filter before pulling out a pack of Gitanes from the inside pocket of her fitted leather jacket.

She tapped the end of the pack against the fender of her car, then removed another cigarette from the pack and placed it between her pretty lips, lit it with her Bic lighter, and inhaled deeply.

‘What difference could it possibly make now?’ she thought, smiling bitterly.
‘I might as well enjoy whatever time I’ve got left.’

Steeling herself for a major emotional maelstrom, she slowly walked up the steps to the house and pushed open the door.

As Petra moved past the foyer and into the large living room she saw her two siblings, but she was surprised to see that there were three other people there as well.

Vicky ran to greet her, embracing her warmly before she spoke.

“You remember Hannah and Erica, I’m sure, and this is their sister, Kat.”

Petra said, “Not that I'm not pleased to see you girls again, or to meet you, Kat ... but I thought this was going to be a family meeting.”

“We are family; we have been ever since Erica turned Vicky, remember?” Hannah replied.

Erica added, “When she told us what was happening with you, we had to come over here immediately.”

“Ahh, so you've heard then?" Petra said, a wan look on her face.
"I appreciate your concern, but there’s really nothing to be done, or so they tell me. I’m to pray for a miracle, I suppose.”

Erica smiled at her remark, glancing over at Hannah before speaking in a low voice.

“Miracles can happen, you know. And they come in many different forms…. Sometimes, even a curse can turn out to be a kind of miracle.”

Vicky nodded, and as if in response to her cue, Kat suddenly seized Peter from behind, while Erica firmly grasped his twin sister, immobilizing her.
As she laid Petra down tenderly onto her back, lowering her head into Vicky's lap, she spoke to her now, her voice soft and hypnotic.

“You know that you desire this more than anything; give in now, and become one of us," Erica said.
"It is your destiny to become our sister; you know this in your heart and always have, ever since we first met.”

As soon as Erica finished speaking, Petra felt herself relax, realizing the truth of it.

Hannah began to feed her the blood and shadow essence cocktail mixture from a large glass she held up to her soft lips.
Petra drank deeply of the liquid in the glass, feeling as if her entire body was being consumed by fire as it began changing her, her damaged cells rapidly regenerating, chasing the cancer from her as she became something new and different, something no longer quite of this world ...

Peter cried “NO!” as Kat took hold of him, but he was powerless to resist.
The small vampire holding him was far too strong, and there was no way for him to escape her grip no matter how hard he struggled.

Kat bared her fangs and sank them deep into Peter’s neck.
The sensation was almost sexual to him, the initial pain mingled with a sweet pleasure that was totally irresistible.

In just an instant he was captivated, and he gave himself over to the feeling completely, falling under Kat’s spell as she continued to feed, draining the blood from him.

When she finally stopped, he was weak, but blissful.
To die like this wouldn’t be a bad way to go, he thought.

Then Kat sliced at her wrist, and held the cut to his mouth.

Unable to help himself, he began to suck at it, taking her blood into his mouth and swallowing it, gulping it down eagerly before Kat eventually pulled her wrist away, saying, “That’s quite enough, my boy.”

It had felt wonderful to her to mingle her essence with his, and now they were joined forever.


Meanwhile, Vicky cradled Petra’s head in her lap, stroking her soft, sweet-smelling hair and gazing into her older sister’s dark brown eyes as Erica held her close and Hannah continued to feed her the liquid cocktail that would not ever let her die.

“You both never gave up on me, and saved me more than once," Victoria smiled.
"Now it’s my turn to repay you … we discussed this, and we refuse to let either of you die so needlessly, so senselessly.”

“This is our gift to the both of you … good health and eternal life. Please forgive us; we do this out of our love for you.”
As Vicky said this, Hannah smiled sadly.

She of all people knew their ‘gift’ was at best a mixed blessing, but for Petra at least, it was her only hope, and it seemed unfair to condemn Peter to grow old alone, without either of his sisters.

In time, the twins would accept what had happened to them, just as they all had had to.

In time …

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[frostyjr2]

TKoD Ch. 28 (cont'd.)
NYC, present day


Hannah opened the envelope containing the challenge with a single swipe of a razor sharp fingernail and spilled its contents out onto the living room coffee table as River and I sat on either side of her.

What was inside was a rather old fashioned calling card with an address in Porte de Vanves, and a playing card: the 7 of Spades.

OMHG, Judith and Kris were challenging us after all this time?

'They must have finally found enough allies to take us on', i thought to myself, 'and they must be pretty strong ones.'

I wondered who the other five were that they had gotten to join them.
Well, it didn’t make too much difference anyhow.
We now had to come up with seven fighters to match that number. although there were only three of us there at the moment.

Luckily, as the challenged clan, we could at least specify the time, the place, and the weapons.

If I knew Hannah, she’d want this over and done with as soon as possible, and she’d choose blades.
That would suit me just fine, and i knew Kat would be happy as well, but i wasn’t sure how well the rest of the clan would cope.

I was definitely sure of this though: it was going to be a nasty battle, and before it was over, there was a good chance that some heads would roll.


<to be continued>

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[frostyjr2]

The Keeper Of Darkness
Ch. 29 - WoD

https://soundcloud.com/frostyjr2%2Fwod-22b-808

The Warehouse, New York City, present day

It had been a couple of days now since River had pulled her disappearing act and Hannah and i were starting to get a little worried, because she had seemed really upset at her inability to handle the katana, especially in contrast to both Vicky and Petra.

In any case, worried or not, we just had to keep training and hope that she would return to us soon.
In the coming fight, we at least needed to field the correct number of fighters in order not to forfeit the challenge, and if Hannah and I had to protect River and keep her safe while Kat, Vicky, and the twins cut the opposition down to a more manageable number, we could live with that.

The main problem was we had no idea of the strength of the opposing clan, since all they had to declare was the number of fighters they would be represented by.
We could count on Judith and Kris, and the two of them were undoubtedly competent and experienced.
The other five were a complete mystery, and would probably remain so right up until the moment we confronted them.
We simply had to train our hardest and prepare for the worst case scenario, seven lethal vamps facing us.

Normally it would have fallen to Hannah to formulate our plan but as an enforcer she was used to fighting one-on-one, while Kat had been up against more than one opponent at a time in the arena so she had experience in that situation both alone and as part of a small group.

Kat's plan was for us to form a circle around River, and facing outwards we would defend against any attack on her.
By fighting mainly defensively until we could isolate any weak links in the opposing clan, we could conserve our strength and energy, and then hopefully dispatch the weakest ones rapidly so that we would have them outnumbered.

Personally, I thought the plan was a bit optimistic; I didn’t see how we would be able to hold the circle for very long, but Kat was convinced it would work and she had a lot more experience in these matters than I did, that was certain.

She had the five of us in a circle around a chair while she took turns attacking each of us with the tips and edges of her twin blades, and you can believe me when I say that her attacks were furious; to me it felt as if she was really going for the kill, even though I knew she was probably only in cruise mode, maybe giving about five or six tenths of what she was really capable of.
She didn’t want to put any of us out of commission before the actual fight, just give us a workout and a taste of what was to come.

Well, i was getting a workout for sure…
I was dripping clear blue perspiration from all over, from my forehead, from my armpits, it was dripping down the small of my back from between my shoulder blades under my black lycra sportsbra, the waistband of my matching leggings was soaked with it…
I was wet almost everywhere.

My breath was coming hard and ragged, but I was still able to hold the katana up in the proper position to parry a strike.

Damn, girl … there was only one of her, and she was testing us like this!
Only Hannah seemed unfazed; she wasn’t sweating, or even breathing hard like the rest of us.

She was just standing there; calm, her katana at the ready, eyes focused … waiting.

Suddenly, I heard that familiar rustling sound and felt a chill on my back.

When I turned around, there was River, sitting in the chair in the middle of our circle.
She was holding a large and oddly shaped blue canvas bag in her lap and she was smiling broadly.

“Hi, sweetie! Welcome back,” i said.

I wanted to give her a huge hug, but I still had a razor sharp katana in my hands.
There would be time for hugs and kisses later.

“Yes, welcome back! Where did you get off to, then?” Petra asked.

“I had to fetch something, something I haven’t had in my hands for quite a while,” she replied.

She opened the bag, and pulled out a fencing sabre.

She raised it up in salute, and then said, “En garde!” before lunging savagely at me.

I barely had time to parry her lightning fast thrust before she whirled around, attacking from the other side.
Her insane speed made her just a blur of motion, her footwork was precise and sure, and the way she handled that sabre, OMHG.
She kept up her ferocious onslaught for a bit while i defended as best i could before Hannah finally laughed and said, "OK, you can stop now. We get the point."

And so did i, unfortunately; now it was me that was the weakest link.

In any case, River had shown her true capabilities, and Hannah didn’t want us getting hurt before the upcoming challenge either.
We all had to be at 100%.

“Where the bloody hell did that come from?” Peter muttered.

“I couldn’t handle the katana; it was too heavy and not balanced for me, but there are blades, and then there are blades,” River said.
“I was a Junior Fencing Champion once, before I became what I am now. If I can use this in the challenge instead, I shouldn’t be totally helpless.”

Kat reared her head back and laughed.

“What’s so funny?” River asked, a bit defensively.

“Oh, nothing,” Kat said in reply. “It’s just that you remind me of someone I once knew, a long, long time ago.”

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Imperial Gaul, circa 85 A.D.

The campfire was warm, although there was already a hint of winter in the air.
Catulla and Despina (for that was what the girl with the green eyes was called) were huddled together under a blanket of sorts made out of wolf skins.

The unfortunate wolf pack that had thought to have the two vampire girls for a meal had ended up being dinner themselves, the meat and blood enough to sustain them for a few days.

They needed blood to survive now; Despina had made that very clear.
She didn’t regret what she had done, because as far as she was concerned there had been no other real option.
It was either let the girl who had saved her perish from loss of blood, or turn her.

Now they were traveling through the countryside together, and at nightfall they rested.
Despina had no real clan; she had become a vampire after being acquired as a slave.

Her lanista master was actually a vampire himself, but he was one of the rare ones, a daywalker.
He was impervious to sunlight, and all of his fighters were daywalker vampires too, slave vampires who fought viciously in the arena, and who, as victors, could slake their thirst to the amusement of the crowd.

Despina had been relatively new to both combat and to the vampire life when she and Catulla had battled in the arena; as such, her skill, strength and speed hadn't been exceptional; now, after training alongside Catulla for the past four years, the two of them were almost invincible as a team.
Despina was now extraordinarily fast, and of course she now also had the strength that came with being a mature vampire.
While Catulla was not quite as fast, she was a bit stronger, and much more experienced a fighter.

They had had to give up the arena of course; it was too public and they had to keep a low profile now, after what they had done to Catulla’s husband and the four soldiers who had tortured her on his behalf and left her dying in the woods on the day they had first met.

Before leaving Rome, they had first found all four soldiers drinking up the profits from their crime in a small tavern.
When the soldiers left the tavern at closing time, roaring drunk, Despina and Catulla had followed them into a dark alley where they had stopped to relieve themselves and showed them what a vampire’s thirst was like, draining all four completely.

The last one had actually lost control of his bladder and wet himself just like a little girl, trembling in fear as Catulla had approached him, her eyes flashing and fangs red with the blood of his fallen companions.
He even had the nerve to beg for mercy!

Mercy ... they had been merciful indeed, for his end was comparatively swift and painless, especially compared to what they had done to Catulla's husband.
First they had taken his hands, and then his feet, then his eyes, and finally, his manhood; by the time they had finished with him, he had been begging for death, but they had left him alive to suffer.

"Catulla, why do you shiver now? The fire is blazing, and we are warm beneath our blanket, are we not?"

Despina wrapped her arms around Catulla, holding her even more tightly in her strong embrace.

"Fear not, it was but a fleeting thought, and one of no import," Catulla replied, returning her vampire lover's caresses.


<to be continued>
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[frostyjr2]

The Keeper Of Darkness
Ch. 30 - HOURGLASS (River and Cool)

https://soundcloud.com/frostyjr2%2Fsome-frantic-ish-18-05-21-1812

at the loft, NYC present day


My little sister River was sitting over by the large bay window in the living room looking out at the night, and she was listening to some music with her headphones on.
It was something 'aggro', as she would put it.
That much i could tell just by the way her body was moving in time with the music, even without our empathetic connection ... or the volume bleed.

As i watched, i saw her close her beautiful blue eyes, and now her head was bobbing a bit to the beat, her long dark straight hair swaying softly as if stirred by a gentle breeze.

We were both squirming with the desperation of a good long hold; that in itself wasn't anything unusual.

Nope, just a normal night as far as that went, but I think my worries over the upcoming battle hadn't lessened since my night out with Petra.
If anything, they had only gotten worse and now it was as if they had become contagious; they had spread to River like some horrible infectious disease, and it was all my fault for not being able to control my emotions as well as i would have liked.

Normally when she had the choice, River preferred to listen to music on the main Tesla system; with all of its clarity and ‘liveness’, it really was just like being there.
If her headphones were on, it was a sure sign that something was bothering her.
That was her way of retreating into her own space, since it helped her to block our psychic connection just a bit.

Not enough for me to not feel her anxiety, though.

I had had a lot more time and experience with thought reading and thought projection, so what was going through her head was going through mine as well.

‘Sure, I was a former fencing champion when I was younger, and I’ve been training hard for this fight ...
but OMG, how do you compare a championship match to this?
This isn’t my little ego on the line here, this is all of our futures, and really, even simple survival for most of us.
If we don’t win, Eri and Vicky will be enslaved, and the rest of us will surely be destroyed, since they don’t need or want us for any other purpose.
We have to win; we just have to …’

Little did she know, but the reality was that we were actually trapped between two equally unpleasant alternatives.

Yes, to lose the fight would mean that both Vicky and i would have to become the star attractions in the theatre of pain while Hannah, Kat, Peter, Petra, and even my sweet little sister River would probably all be doomed to painful destruction at the vengeful hands of Judith and her evil clan.
That much was obvious to anyone who knew the rules of engagement and battle ... but what wasn’t obvious was the equally real danger to the winning clan; for us, to destroy a fellow vampire was to take on some of their essence, good or evil.

Hannah had laid it all out for me some time after her very first 'seek snd destroy' mission as an enforcer, when she had encountered the vampire who called himself Lucifer.
When i asked her why he hadn’t simply destroyed her when he had had the chance, she told me he had explained how it worked to her: at least some of the essence of the destoyed vampire lives on in the soul of the destroyer, and so it was really only his reluctance to taint his perverse purity of evil.

I had already seen the opposite process of invasive evil at work in Hannah; although she did her very best to show mercy to her opponents in her enforcer missions, there were a few times when she had been forced to destroy her adversaries, and those occasions had definitely left their mark on her.

I asked her once why she continued to stay on as an enforcer, and she had simply told me that it wasn’t really a choice, but rather an obligation that she had to fulfill.

I tried to get her to say what and why, but she refused to discuss it any further, and that was that.
i know my place.

As for me, I couldn’t see the obligation in it, but after all this time I knew how deep Hannah’s principles and her sense of honor ran; her ethics and her moral center were everything to her, possibly even more important than her love for me.

And so she stayed, but with each vampire she had had to destroy i could feel a slight change in my lover.

She became just that little bit colder, that little bit crueler, that little bit more distant, and I grieved at the loss.
Although it was apparent to me because of the manner in which our existence was intertwined, the changes were happening to her in such slight increments that to Hannah it was as if nothing had been happening at all.

The most insidious part of the curse was its gradual nature because for someone like Hannah, the slow, virtually imperceptible erosion of her moral center was truly a fate worse than destruction.

Knowing what i did now, i wasn’t sure how even a victory in this clan challenge could possibly be a good thing.
To me, it seemed as if we had been maneuvered into a situation where all we could do was lose.

Just as i thought that, River turned towards me.
She opened her lovely blue eyes and stared straight into my green ones.

We were both still squirming, even a bit more now than before if possible.

Just another night at home for us shadow vamps ...

“Here, listen to this with me, sis,” she said with a smile.

She continued to pee dance even as she cued up a different song on her TeslaPod and sent it to the main system in the loft.
It was one of her favourite bands, and since she'd been staying with us I had grown to like them a lot as well, even though my usual tastes ran to other genres.
The fact that they were fellow vampires didn't hurt either.

She turned it up.
Loud.

And then she hugged me tight.

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[frostyjr2]

TkoD
ch. 30 (cont'd.)

https://soundcloud.com/frostyjr2%2Ffull-moon-miezo-meditation

excerpt from the personal journals of Hannah Oliveiros


Just how long does it take for a good soul to become evil?

I suppose it depends on exactly how much evil you end up absorbing, and how good you were to begin with of course.

If you were able to stay away from the things that turn one’s soul evil, for example, killing in general (and destroying other ‘evil’ vampires in particular), you could quite possibly go on forever without feeling even the slightest touch of evil … but you would also have to stay out of the trouble and strife of the day-to-day (or in our case, night-to-night) world.

Can one just stand by, impassive, watching the events of the mortal world unfold without being touched in some way, or moved to action?

Just because one is undead, that doesn’t necessarily mean that one is uncaring, incapable of love, or devoid of a sense of justice.

And having powers and capabilities far beyond those of normal human beings, were these gifts (for some of us think of them as gifts, truly) bequeathed to us simply so that we might watch while everything around us continues to spiral downwards, or will some of us do what we can to reverse the trend, to act, to fight for what we know to be right, no matter the cost to us personally?

There certainly are those of us who have chosen to use their powers to their own personal advantage, or at least so it might appear to them at first, but all of us have a soul, even those of us who are undead …
and the souls of the undead are at even greater risk, because we cannot be reborn the way normal human souls are.


For us, the laws of karma are all the more important, because the evolution of our souls will take place throughout one long existence, and our progress along the path will be confined to this one body, with our spiritual evolution a real and present and obvious thing.

So where does that leave us?

To not act in the face of injustice is in itself a sort of action, a sin of omission, if you believe in such things.

And so, over these long years, I have acted, and fought for the things I thought were right.
Love, compassion, and understanding have been my guiding lights, and the path of the greatest good for the greatest number is the one I have walked.

f I must be damned in order to save the others, so be it.

The sacrifice of my own soul, this one small existence to save so many others will always be worthwhile, and the paradox of allowing my soul to be corrupted and damned may very well in the end lead to my salvation.

Either way, I am willing to pay that price …
for Erica, and for the many I do not know who may yet otherwise fall victim to the evil that we will soon face.


<TO BE CONTINUED>