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The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
DIR 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
DIR 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
DIR 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.
-Missin’ me, Darlin’?-[/center]
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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
DIR 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
DIR 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.*
Simple and direct. Cocky, even.[/center]
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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
DIR 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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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
DIR By: Slick
Date: April 14, 2026, 4:14 pm
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[center]It almost felt too easy. That should have had the back
of his neck prickling up, but he was rather relaxed on the
matter. Was he playing with a box of matches? Sure. But how bad
could the inferno really get? Add to the chaos. Don’t extinguish
it. Lonnie gave him a look through the rearview, and Butch
looked back. Then he looked back to the phone. The ghoul had
been around long enough to know the look. Another mortal had
caught his attention. It would burn bright for a moment, and
they would either become Kindred, or they would disappear,
sometimes literally. It was harder and harder to ensnare the
passion out of Butch. Jane had been his last fledgling. Was Maya
a potential candidate for the Embrace? Perhaps the Nosferatu
thought so. Butch wasn’t so sure, but that wasn’t important in
the moment. Instead he did something another ghoul taught him.
He left a voice message.
On My way, darlin’.
Butch gave Lonnie the address, and away they went.
[I] “Sure this is smart?”[/I]
“No. But even in stupidity, there are lessons to be learned,
m’boy. If someone is coming after me, you’ll have the
opportunity to stop them.”
Lonnie wasn’t sure he liked that logic, but he couldn’t really
argue either way.
The entire time she waited, she could feel the weight of her
attraction to him hanging in the room. Whatever thoughts she was
having, whatever remembrances of her dreams or fantasies, they
only came on stronger. The psychological would have their effect
on the physical. It was a blooming passion that would grip her.
Butch would have him stop a few blocks around the corner from
her spot, telling him to circle around and look for trouble.
“This isn’t just pleasure, lad. This is business, too.”
With inhuman speed, he darted through the streets, hugging the
shadows to be at her door. Very few would be able to have caught
his movement, and if they did, it was a blur. She wouldn’t hear
a knock, she would hear the door open, then close, and he would
be standing there leaning in the hallway. A dark emerald shirt
of a sheer fabric clung to his torso, making his eyes shimmer
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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
DIR By: Cherie
Date: April 14, 2026, 7:17 pm
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-Maya laid in her bed and played the voice message from him. She
couldn’t help but smile but at her phone. Maya wasn’t as naïve
as she seemed to be. Butch wasn’t for a long time, but he was
for right now and that was ok with her. Most of the men in her
life came and went, often times by her own doing. She pulled
away before anything ever got serious, how could she take anyone
home to her family? Just 10 people standing around to meet the
guy in glamour disguises. It just didn’t work out. Romero had
already warned her to stay away from him, but she couldn’t do
anything if he just came to her house.
She played his voice message a few more times and she never even
responded, she didn’t even bother to get up and clean anything.
It wasn’t dirty but there was a little clutter of clothes that
still had tags on them. Expensive perfume and jewelry lined her
dresser. None of that she had to actually buy. In fact the only
thing she really had to pay for was her bills, food and any
extra activities The mortgage was taken care of. Most of her
money just stuffed into a bank account that the Nos’s set up for
her that was just sitting there collecting interest. Anything
she wanted she stole it for the most part.
As she waited for Butch, she felt that feeling of desire
starting to seep into her bones. It felt heavy on her chest and
she felt those butterflies in her stomach. Parts of her tingled
with anticipation and excitement. Just hearing his voice on the
message he sent her was enough to send her into spiral. She
could only think about how his hands felt on her body, how his
tongue felt when he was lapping her like she was a Goddess to be
worshipped. He had to have known the affect he would have on
her. Her fingertips lightly played with the hem of her shirt
lifting it up a little more letting her fingers caress over her
own stomach. She wanted to touch herself, but she wanted Butch
to touch her even more. The fantasies she had of him were just
like this. He would show up at her house and ravage her till
there was nothing left.
The wait for him felt like an eternity. She could almost hear
the minutes ticking by on her phone. She could feel time pass
her with a walker. She continued to caress gently over her
stomach daring just to touch the waistline of her panties that
she was no wearing. Then finally she heard her door open, this
caused her to snap her hand back but all of it was too late. By
the time she had processed her front door had been open he was
already standing there. She pushed herself up against the
pillows so she was more sitting up then laying flat on her back.
Maya drank him in. Even if he was fully clothed he was a
beautiful sight. The green shirt was doing wonders for him. He
dressed oddly to her, and that was coming from someone who grew
up in the Warren. Either way, it fit him. It was his unique
style and Maya could always appreciate someone who was unique.
It was his eyes though, always his eyes that elicited feelings
out of her. She had told him once they were pretty, but what she
meant to say was she could see universes in them. She could see
the beginning and of time, metaphorically. The way he stood
with such confidence in her hallway caused s shadow of a smile
to move over her pixie like features.-
“Are you going to stare at me all night?” -her voice was always
so wistful as if she had tons of secrets that were just
threatening to spill over. Her voice was the tease of gaining
access to those secrets even if they never left her lips. Maya
patted the bed next to her.- “Or are you going to join me?”
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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
DIR By: Slick
Date: April 14, 2026, 8:18 pm
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[center]Butch looked over her apartment, then to her, drinking
her in alone in the expanse of that bed. A grin spread over his
face as if she was daring him. He began to walk slowly, taking
his time getting to the edge of the bed, slowly undoing the
buttons of the shirt and letting it slide off his shoulders to
the ground. She would feel the power of his gaze as it railed
over her, lighting a fire under her skin before he captured her
gaze again.
“Maybe I shouldn’t be here.”
He stepped out of his shoes, then slowly unbuckled his belt,
drawing it out of the loops and tossing it on the side of the
bed. The pants followed, but before she could examine him naked
he was on her, the simple articles of clothing she wore
shredding in a blur, leaving her exposed beneath him. His arms
planted into the bed on either side of her, his face dangerously
close to her own, those eyes gleaming, almost glowing in the low
light of her room. She could feel heat radiating off him, and a
musk that would cloud her senses, whatever she most desired.
“Maybe… this is a mistake.”
Teasing words, trying to thrum at her desires, test her
willpower. His body lowered to her left side, right arm sliding
to entangle his hands in her hair gently. The other ran his
fingertips across her face, down her neck, to cup her breast.
Her head was tilted back and he leaned in to breath in her
scent, heated breath panted out before she felt…. A lick, and a
kiss. Not the brush of fang. Not yet. Just a playful nibble to
her ear as his hand teased her nipple, before smoothing the
touch of his hand across her stomach, then teasingly avoiding
her groin to caress her thigh. He pulled her leg open wider, and
she could feel the length of him pressing against her. His
fingers teased closer and closer to her, leaning up, holding her
hair, watching her gaze as he cupped her sex, caressed her
firmly but gently. Teasing. Always teasing.
"This what you been thinkin about?"
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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
DIR By: Cherie
Date: April 16, 2026, 5:03 am
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-Maya kept her eyes on him while he was walking to the bed. She
had never felt like prey in her life. There had never been a
reason to feel that way, until now. It was the feeling of being
stalked by the worlds most dangerous predator. That was exactly
what he was. She could do nothing against his him. Not even his
influence was needed on her. That part was still debatable, but
Maya was not an unwilling woman. She came to him willingly and
would have continued to do so if it was not on the instruction,
no, demand by Roman.
One more tryst with the man would not hurt anything. Her tongue
flicked over her lips as she watched him start to strip at the
food of her bed. She hid nothing of herself, the last time they
engaged it was just on a desk in his office. That wasn’t
intimate. That was just sex. This to, Maya, felt more intimate
even if it wasn’t. This was her home, her bed, her safe haven
that she had invited him into.
She had laid more back on the bed because gaze felt as though it
was pushing her down. It felt so intense the only she could do
was succumb to it. –
“You shouldn’t.” -she croaked out through heavy but shallow
breaths. The way he took his belt off caught her attention, her
eyes had even gone to the belt when it laid on the floor. The
look of wonder moved over her features. She had know that he had
awareness to how attractive women found him.
The moment to truly look at him was robbed from her, but
replaced by something much better. The weight of his heated
body, she had only felt a gust of wind when he had removed her
clothing. Her body felt burning hot against his as she arched
herself into him. Her lips parted and head drawn back. A sound
escaped her throat and he had barely even touched her yet. It
felt as if she had stepped into a dream. He had a lust about him
that sang to her soul.-
“A mistake? Yes.” -she once again whispered to him, she was
agreeing but her tone dared him to continue. This was a mistake
and he should leave, but she wasn’t going to be the one to kick
him out. She had no will power in regards to him. Maya just let
herself exist in the moment. She turned herself over to him so
completely and so quickly that it probably shouldn’t be trusted,
even if she had no ill intent.
Leaning head back as she felt his hands in her hair. Her chest
once again arched into his only to meet resistance from his
heavy form. Her hips moved to find some relief. As his fingers
moved across her face she had turned her head and kissed them as
they passed her lips. When his hand touched her breast it was as
if she was shocked. Her body jolted under him and it was such a
small touch. It was proof of how much she had truly desired him.
One arm of hers wrapped around his shoulders, resting her hands
in his shorter hair. Curling her fingers into it to pull him
closer to her. To also move her face into the crook of his neck
to take in his scent.
The lick and the kiss once again gave a shock, but he’d feel her
push on his shoulder with her other hand as if she was trying to
keep him from biting her and nothing else. As he moved to her
ear she relented. Her hands had moved back to his shoulders,
letting her fingers lightly scratch up and down his back.
Sometimes hard, but sometimes light mixing up the sensation for
him.
Her eyes looked down to where his hand was placed on her stomach
looking between their bodies. He was so close to giving her that
pleasure she had desired since their first night together.
The moment he cupped her, she hissed in a breath, fingernails
dug into him. Her hips left the bed and starting to grind
herself against his hand. Her cunt was soaking wet with want for
him. She writhed on the bed under him and he hadn’t even gotten
started yet.-
“Yes.” -she breathed out to him, if only he knew the things she
had thought about with him. The positions, the places..anywhere
and anytime. It had been a long week with only wanting to feel
him, to breath him in. Her fingers could only do so much, he was
what she craved. She had removed her hand from his shoulder and
ran it down his side before placing it between them as best she
could, her hand wrapped around his cock and started to slowly
squeeze it and started to stroke him-
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