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The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
By: Slick Date: April 5, 2026, 6:50 pm
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[center]Butch hadn’t called upon Maya since their hookup. She
had not come by to see him; if she had, Russ hadn’t said
anything. Butch was busy off trying to solve the murder of his
childer; or sending his other childer to do it. He was managing
a criminal empire that was potentially under attack. But like
all vampires of a certain age, he was a scheming, conniving
sonovabitch.
Maya was likely busy dealing with the fallout of Nacho’s
transfer to Baton Rouge, or the warnings of the Nosferatu
Primogen. But perhaps a week after Butch bit her, she would
think about him. A lot. Like a brain worm that had wriggled into
her thoughts throughout the day. And then those brief moments
would infect her dreams. And those moments… took their time,
lingering. Growing.
He did not control the dreams. He was no dreamwalker. He was not
the shaper of things. She was the one who took those thoughts of
him and ran.
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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
By: Cherie Date: April 5, 2026, 7:24 pm
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-The night of the party was devastating to her. It wasn’t so
much of a party as it was a send off and Maya put on her best
happy face for everyone. Especially for Nacho. He deserved to
know that she would be ok without him, even if she wouldn’t be.
He looked out for her, he was always there and for a week she
had to feel the void that he had left in her heart and in her
life. Often time she forgot that he wasn’t there with on her
walks and she would turn to talk to him like he would just pop
up from the shadows. Then that soft sadness would flood through
her.
Maya had not gone to visit Butch, she had a hell of time dodging
Bastian too. The only problem was she kept thinking about Butch.
She thought about his voice, she thought about his cocky rogue
smile, she thought about his scent. Leather and smoke, but
something so earthy underneath it. Like the bed of a untouched
forest. It wasn’t obsessive thoughts, just thoughts throughout
her day. Maya had of course thought of men before, so this
wasn’t concerning to her. Except she also didn’t know if she was
having those thoughts because she was told not too.
Whenever she thought of Butch she would instinctually rub her
neck. She had thought about the taboo feeling of the fangs
piercing her tender flesh, she could feel the warm blood flow
from her to nourish him. To him it might have been a Tuesday
drink, but to her it felt more erotic. Because it was something
that she was forbidden to have. That always made something more
desirable.
She had been good though, she had not reached out to either men.
She could take direction well especially when warned or
threatened. She truly wasn’t sure which way Roman meant it. It
didn’t matter, all that mattered was that she stayed away.
When she had gotten home from her small outing, she had
scratched the head of a stray orange cat while popping open a
tin of food and putting it down on her stoop. She had entered
inside and completed her nightly routine. She got herself tucked
into bed and she ready to dream about Butch again tonight. She
had dreams about him most night, fantasies if one will. Except
she was tired of dreaming about him. She was tried of the late
night fantasies that woke her up with the deep desire that left
her wanting more.
Maya angrily kicked off of her covers in a small fit. She
reached for her phone, and she texted the phone she had thrown
at Butch. If he didn’t answer it wasn’t meant to be, if he did
answer then what was she going to do? Laying down in her bed,
she shimmied out of her shorts and lifted up her shirt some so
her stomach was exposed. She shook head out and fluffed her hair
around the pillow. Holding the phone up, she snapped a picture
of herself laying like that and send it to the phone with the
text that read *hi* it was a thought out hi because she
couldn’t think of anything else to type.
Once she texted she threw the phone away from her on the bed and
she just stared at it. Her knees drawn to her chest and she was
biting her thumbnail. She had no idea why she was so nervous.
She should just go to bed. Tell him it was a drunk text in the
morning when he wouldn’t get it.-
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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
By: Slick Date: April 6, 2026, 7:45 pm
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[center]Butch’s plot to get Jane close to Maya was going to take
time, and she was busy going to check on other leads for him.
When Maxine had brought up the Setite revenge plot in front of
Hannigan, he knew the Anarchs were closer to the snake-charmer’s
den than anyone else’s.
There was a part of Butch that wondered if the Nosferatu had
killed Roland in retaliation for touching their prized human.
That annoyed him, even if he wasn’t truly sold on the idea. No,
he would have gotten a visit from Roman the Rat personally, and
he would have been threatened explicitly. But maybe the old man
had grown nastier over time. Either way, Butch wasn’t above
tempting fate.
When he got that notification on his phone, he was in the back
seat of a classic Lincoln. Butch managed to open the phone, not
being the most comfortable with technology, but saw the image
within. He smirked, and went about tying up a response.
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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
By: Cherie Date: April 6, 2026, 8:04 pm
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-Maya had a habit of sometimes forcing things on people.
Especially phones. Roman and the Nosferatus weren’t big on them
at all. She wasn’t allowed to bring it with her when she
visited. However, she had taught Nacho how to use technology
away from Roman. Perhaps Roman was correct in separating the
two, as they were bad influences on each other. Also perhaps
Nacho knew that this might happen and kept open a way to
communicate.
Now came to Butch. She knew that he was an older kindred, but
nobody had told her how old. Not that it would matter, her whole
life had been surrounded by those that would never die and would
never get any older. Not that she could ever tell the
Nosferatu’s real age, as they were all pretty craggy and
deformed.
She was rocking on her bed while holding her knees, still
chewing hard on her thumb nail looking at the phone. Did he know
how to really use one? What if he didn’t have it near him? This
was stupid, why did she care so much? Maya got off her bed and
stomped around her room in irritation.- “Stop being stupid.”
-she talked to herself since Nacho wasn’t there to let her vent
too, but she spoke like he was here.- “This is me being dumb
isn’t it? Why do I care so much? Why do I think about him.” -she
said putting her hands in her hair as she paced around.- “Ok.
You’ll just turn the phone off. Ignore the problem and it’ll go
away. But you are the problem.” -she reminded herself in
frustration.
Maya walked over towards where the phone was resting on her bed,
but it dinged and it caused her to pull her hand back in fright
with a small eep coming from her throat. Her eyes looked at the
phone like it might come alive and try to attack her. Her heart
was caught in her throat and in her stomach all at the same
time. That wasn’t even physically possible. Her hand slowly
reaching out with a tremble to the phone and she turned it over,
unlocked the phone and just fell on her rear on the floor.-
“This was a mistake.” -once again she spoke to herself, it was a
mistake. She wasn’t supposed to reach out to him. Roman was
clear, except he wasn’t. He said she couldn’t work for him, and
while she kept trying to justify that, it would never be
acceptable to Roman.
Reading his words on the screen, all her reservations started to
pass. She read it I his voice and even thought it was cute that
he typed like he spoke. A happy smile crossed her features that
were lit up the light of the phone, and the inner light that
came from her when she got happy. It was not a light that could
be seen, only by the way it shined from her eyes. Bringing her
legs in to sit lotus style on the floor, she typed back-
*You have bewitched me.* -bubbles appeared on his phone
indicating she was typing again-
*I think about you. Probably more then I should.* -she was
smiling shyly at her phone as she hit send to him.-
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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
By: Slick Date: April 7, 2026, 6:20 pm
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[center]It wasn’t fair of him. It was downright unethical, given
the age gap and power dynamic. But gaining power and then
putting it to collect dust on the shelf was a crime of its own.
Preying on her like he was would only instigate more unrest with
the Nosferatu, but as was his nature, he would push the limits
of what was allowed. If Roman wanted to claim her, let him come
say so in person.
He was out running errands, Lonnie driving him around, another
thug for muscle in the front seat. Supplies to pick up, meetings
to make, orders to give out. But he could make the time to crawl
his way further up her skin.
The text had taken a while for him to type correctly, trying to
put his own flair on it. While he looked mid-40s, he typed like
an 80 year old. Still, he managed to keep it going, albeit
delayed.
*I have that effect on beautiful women.*
Then, *That bed looks lonely.*
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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
By: Cherie Date: April 7, 2026, 6:57 pm
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-She had been pretty sure that they would be back to the stone
ages before he replied. And it dawned on her that he was like
most vampires and probably didn’t really use technology. She had
almost thought him more modern but he did tell her not to bring
her the next time she came over, but she was a woman in her
mid-twenties of course she would have her phone.
Maya sat staring at the phone until finally it dinged. She
didn’t have him as a name in her phone so it was just the
number. Her eyes read over the message and thought about what to
do with that. He called her beautiful and that was enough to
make her melt inside a little. It had been a long time since had
these types of butterflies, but her butterflies were more then
likely her body trying to tell her to run. Lucky for the both of
them, Maya had the survival instincts of a worm in the rain.
But he sure did have that effect on beautiful women. She also
realized she would show him how to use the talk to text feature,
or he could send her little voice notes. The thought of hearing
his voice through her phone was enough to make her smile. Except
now she had to text him back. She was quick with her messages.-
*Funny you should say that. I was going to ask if you wanted to
come over and keep me company.*
-Then another picture came through and it was the empty side of
her bed, with her hand resting on the sheets. The third text
would be her address. It was outside of the Quarter, and she had
a little land that was away from neighbors. But she was close to
the Nosferatu, and suddenly she wasn’t so sure he should come
over. She could easily spin this. He came over to see her, and
she told him she couldn’t see him anymore. Simple as that, and
of course a one of the road type night before they would bid
each other their goodbye. There could be a little truth in her
lie.-
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