By L. Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © June 10, 2004 L. Crystal Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved c/s
mind control as well as physical and sexual control and abuse. SCTL, as it was written in the 80's, was heavily influenced
by J. Sheridan Le Fanu, Bram Stoker, Anne Rice and Pat Califia. Readers should be aware that out of all of the chapters
in SCTL, chapter four is the most intense and contains some very explicit and graphic scenes that will not be found in any
other chapters. Keep in mind that what is contained in chapter four is not meant to be gratuitous nor pleasurable. If anyone
reads this and feels it borders upon "erotica rape," I would recommend that you read any of the writings of the authors
mentioned above in order to become familiar with the style of the vampire genre and its subsequent lore.
Disclaimers: None needed. This is an original piece written by me back in the middle 80's and since revised for 2004.
Since reworking this little tale, I have signed a contract with Limitless Dare 2 Dream Publishing (http://www.limitlessd2d.
net/) and look forward to turning the entire tale over to them as soon it is completely edited.
Rated: NC-17, not intended or suitable for children.
Violence: The fall out of domestic abuse is depicted within this chapter.
Sexual Content: There is a heterosexual, as well as a lesbian scene within this chapter.
Sexual Violence: WARNING - This chapter contains a very violent rape scene. The 1980's version was far more
graphic than the 2004 version and I have not only toned it down, but cut out parts that I felt were unnecessary. But be
aware that this is the hardest chapter of this story to read and nothing is added into a story unless it is absolutely necessary
for the plot. The chapters that follow after this should be easier to read.
Vampire Violence: In addition to fang action this chapter depicts an initiation into the vampire world.
Subtext: Yep, there is "girl on girl" action in this chapter.
All feedback welcomed at: CrystalMichallet@yahoo.com
IV. Aurore
"They were careless people, Tom and Daisy - they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their
money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they
had made…blah, blah, blah. What utter nonsense!" Aurore moaned as she tossed the finely made, leather-bound book
onto the floor. “What does Steinbeck know of the era, I lived it!” she exclaimed then muttered, “I could write better than
that!”
“Of course you could, little bird,” Tamara chimed as she sat in a chair under a lamp. Wearing an earth-toned caftan, tan
leather sandals and with her large hair wrapped tightly in a colorful silk scarf, the black woman appeared like a goddess of
yore. As she held a large book in her lap, the African woman’s brows furrowed as she studiously read each line.
Aurore groaned at the impeccable sight of her female lover and threw her head back against the overstuffed armchair.
Wearing only a thin nightgown the immortal teen stared up at the high ceiling of her grandmother’s library. Her legs dangled
haphazardly over the arms of the chair, and her expression remained bored. Releasing an audible sigh she turned in the
large high-backed chair and glanced around the room. When she noticed the large portrait of her ancestor gazing down at
her with beady eyes, she frowned and turned away from it.
In the heart of the daylight hours the shutters of the windows were closed to block out the harsh rays of the sun. As the
three were gathered in the room they each busied themselves amongst the collection of books. Upon each wall were floor
to ceiling bookshelves. If there had been any rhyme or reason to the order of the books, it was lost on Aurore. But the
immortal teen never gave it much thought because for her, reading anything was simply too boring.
Her first years as an immortal left her much time on her hands, and in that time her grandmother had seen fit to saddle her
with an endless amount of tutors. After many decades of this tedious chore Aurore soon learned how to get the lessons to
stop. One by one the new schoolmarms were marched to the study, and one by one the servants had to drag their dead,
drained bodies from the room.
With a sly smile the teen remembered back to those days and was pleased at the solution she had found. Yes, if she had
continued with the boredom of studies she would still to this day be locked away reading the endless books and having the
same endless lessons instead of what she really wanted to do. For Aurore nothing was as grand as having fun. Nothing
compared to being unleashed and free to do whatever she wished.
Yes, it was true that if left to her own devices, Aurore would have drained the entire house of servants. But she couldn’t
help it. She liked to have fun and taking mortals for sport, playing with them like a cat does to a mouse, was amusing.
Nothing gave her more pleasure than to drink mortal blood once she finished toying with them, and what was wrong with a
little sport? she would always ask her grandmother. Reluctantly, Aurore had agreed to never again drink dry another
servant. In exchange, her Abuela gave her free reign over the mortals in the city.
“Here’s one,” Shannon’s soft, English accent broke through the silence, “Call me Ishmael….” his voice grew deep, its
baritone sound echoing in the room as he read the opening lines of Moby Dick. With an almost thoughtful expression, he
stared off at nothing in an attempt to remember something, “Humm, I think I had an Ishmael once. If I remember correctly,
his blood didn’t settle well at all! He was a bit rancid, if you ask me.” The lithe figure nodded as he unconsciously reached
up to push his long, blond hair out of his eyes. After clearing his throat, he looked back down at the book and began again,
“Call me Ishmael.…”
“Arggggg, don’t you dare!” Aurore groaned as she looked around for something to toss at her male lover.
“What? I think it’s rather good, and I thought you would enjoy it too. After all, the title has your favorite subject in it,”
Shannon winked at her as he shifted on the ladder to reach for another book.
Shannon was the most handsome immortal Aurore had ever met. There was never a day that she didn’t mind gazing at his
masculine beauty. She loved the fact that his biceps were well defined yet not over bulging. His torso was average and his
chest was smooth to the touch. Having been physically fit in life, when he became immortal he kept his well-defined abs,
muscular bottom and runners’ legs. With a mischievous smile, Aurore gazed at his white boxer shorts. Unaware of her
close scrutiny, the blond man continued to search through the endless books until he found one to his liking. With a slight
smile, Shannon took the leather-bound book in hand and resettled himself on the ladder.
“Ahhh, this is more like it! A bit of Stoker!” Shannon exclaimed as he began to read a passage. “Jonathan Harker’s
Journal, 3 May. Bistritz – Left Munich at 8:35 p.m. on 1st May, arriving at Vienna.…” his voice droned on.
With legs slightly spread, the tip of his penis poked out of the slit in his shorts like a third eye. As wicked thoughts entered
her mind, Aurore smiled as she rose from her place and moved to her male lover. Sometimes when the lighting was just
right, and if she squinted her eyes, he almost appeared feminine to her, which made him all the more appealing.
“Shannon,” she called in a slight singsong voice, “I bet I know what would be fun,” Aurore smiled as she made her way to
the ladder. Shannon looked down at her confused as he held the open book in hand. When she stood below him, and his
third eye was scant inches from her, she smiled as she leaned up on the tip of her toes and licked the round crown.
“Aurore! Gods woman, you’re going to get me started all over again!” Shannon tried to sound angry, but the smile on his
lips belied his true emotions.
“And what’s wrong with that?” Aurore asked with a wicked grin as she reached up and tugged on his member. Her fingers
wrapped firmly around its length as she began to stroke him back to life.
“Oh, now you are being naughty,” Shannon grinned as he set the book aside, then glanced down at the ladder that he was
sitting on top of. The blond man seemed to be inspecting its construction before he smiled. “Come on love, climb up here
and let’s go for a round!”
