A Scripta

Kalius went up the stairs to the room he had been given, Dmitrius following him.  They put the tuxes in the armoire.  Dmitrius sat down at the foot of the bed and bounced.  "Very comfortable."

"They even made it up for me," he said.  He looked at his lover, sitting there at the edge of the bed.  He went over to him, and gave him a playful shove.  Dmitrius fell back onto the bed with a small grin.  Dmitrius' shirt creeped up seductively, exposing the lower part of his six pack abs and the point leading down to his groin.  Kalius climbed up and lay on top of Dmitrius, kissing him deeply.  Dmitrius moaned against him, knowing that turned him on, and wanting so much to pleasure his Erastes, feeling pleasure himself when he did so.  No longer did the blood hold sway over his own happiness - to hold his lover brought pure pleasure to him.

"Eranamos," Kalius whispered, breaking from the kiss.  Dmitrius started pulling Kalius' shirt out of his pants.  Kalius chuckled, low and lusty.  "I should shut the door."

Dmitrius only nodded.  Kalius got up from him, went to the door, shut it quietly, and turned the lock.


Rowena walked out of her computer room, slightly irritated at the results from her latest company, and a little more irritated that she was being disturbed by visitors.  "Three Kindred at the door," said her usually astute night butler, but he had no idea who they were.  She stepped out into the foyer, and knew them all by scent. 

A woman stood leaning insolently against the large mahogany column.  Her head was shaved except for a blue spiked Mohawk.  Spikes and piercings adorned her body; she wore only a small jacket over a lacy black bra.  Next to her stood a man with just as much piercings and leather as her, except he was more wary.  In between these two creatures stood another man, also in a leather jacket, but his was a simple biker jacket, with patches and decorations all over it.  If she looked at the back, it would say "Night Devils" emblazoned across it.  This man had long black hair, tied back in a tight pony tail.

Rowena was too old to shudder at these uncouth barbarians in her home.  "Josef," she said.  "To what do I owe this call?"

"The sheriff, where is he?"

"He is the sheriff no longer."

"Fuck that.  Where is he?"

Rowena sighed and turned to her butler.  "Find Dmitrius and Kalius, please."

The butler melted away, and went up the stairs.  He went down the hall.  He had slightly superior hearing, which meant he could hear sound in the rooms nearby.  If they were voices, he wouldn't be able to tell what they were saying.  He stopped outside the door to Kalius' room, and raised his hand to knock.  He stopped himself, as he heard distinctive noises come from beyond the closed door.  He barely hid a smile, and headed back the way he came.

Meanwhile, Rowena was getting more and more irritated.  She called to the butler, "Did you tell them?"

"They are...indisposed."

Josef stared at the butler.  "Are you fucking kidding me?!"  He started up the stairs.  Rowena yelled at him to stop.  The two other Brujah followed their master, and Rowena was up the stairs by the time Josef cleared them.  "What do you think you're doing?"

Josef also ran past Rowena.  He stopped outside a door and tried the handle.  Then with a grin, he kicked it in.

Josef noted a blond man lying on top of what looked to be the sheriff, both of them naked.  The blond man rolled off the sheriff, and a sword suddenly appeared in his hand.  The sheriff rose up and was on his feet at the same time.  Josef stared at the two men.  "What the fuck is going on here?"

Said the woman with a chuckle, "They were fucking each other like rabbits."