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Naughtybynature
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Username: Naughtybynature
Post Number: 123
Registered: 04-2005
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Warning: there may be some deader than dead people described in this series...If such subject matter disturbs you, please read!
She called it “The Red Blood Sea”
by Nn
“Do you believe in vampires?” he said.
I snapped Dracula closed and pushed it under the tapestry bag containing my neglected cutwork. “Mr. Stoker writes amusingly.” I said. “I believe I don’t know you, sir.”
“What a shame,” he said, putting his hand on the café chair across from me. I looked up…and up, he was tall, blond, his uniform blazed crimson, a splash of blood against the green trees and decent New Hampshire brick of Market Square. The uniform was Austro-Hungarian, his rank I did not know, but clearly he was an officer.
“You should be better acquainted with vampires and so much more.” He clicked heels and bowed. “Count Ferenc Volhary.” Without invitation he sat down, smiling at me.
In August 1905, in Portsmouth where I was spending the summer before my debutante year, negotiations were being held that might finish the long Russo-Japanese War. Aboard his yacht Mayflower at the naval yard, President Roosevelt had hosted the first meeting between the Russian and Japanese plenipotentiaries, Count Serge Whitter and the Marquis Takohuria. Now the opponents met officially at the naval yard and schemed between times at the Wentworth Hotel. My Aunt Flora did not encourage newspaper reading for unmarried women, so I was out-of-date, but knew the negotiations were supposed to be going badly. The town was crowded with foreign men, there was a storminess in the air, a feel of heavy male energy, of history…of importance. Danger, blood, and cruelty, like Mr. Stoker’s book, it made my heart beat more strongly than any woman’s should, or should it? Don’t talk to any of them, Aunt Flora had said. But for once my aunt was out of sight.
You are part of the negotiations? Pray tell me how they proceed.”
“I am an observer only.”
“Will they make peace?”
“I hope not, for my country’s sake.” He looked amused at my surprise. “If they continue the war, Russia and Japan will bleed, Russia will lose, turn west, they will make a little war and probably lose. But if they sign their treaty, Russia will fight us five years from now, when they are stronger, and then the Germans will come in, and the French to fight the German, and the English with the French. Very amusing. My country cannot survive.”
“It is not wearying, to have such things decided and to be able to do nothing?”
“I am never wearied.” My companion stretched out his hand, gathered together my half finished cutwork linen, and waved it in the air for a moment like a handkerchief before dropping it unceremoniously on the ground. “Your mother makes you do this,” he said, “but you prefer diplomacy. Or vampires. Which?
I flushed…sighed. “My aunt controls my sewing.” I said. Cutwork had been my task for this summer, sitting hour after hour on Aunt Flora’s verandah, sewing hundreds of tiny stitches in the edges of yards of linen, then clipping out patterns with my sharp-pointed scissors. Linen for my trousseau, said Aunt Flora, who would not say the word “sheets.” In the fall I would go to New York, planning my strategies for marriage like a powerless general. The battle was already hopeless, without greater wealth than I commanded, I could not hope to be in the center of events. I would become what I was fit for by looks but not by soul, the showy useless wife of some businessman, whose interest in war extended only to the army’s need for boots or toothbrushes.
But now, because Admiral Togo had won at Tsushima, I had my taste of war, however faraway and tantalizing, I was sitting with a soldier, here in the hot thick sunlight and green leaves of Market Square.
“Do you like war,” my companion asked, “or simply blood?”
An interesting question. “I think they both concern power.”
“Precisely.” He leafed through the book while I watched him secretly. In the exquisitely tailored crimson uniform, he had a look of coarseness combined with power. Above the stiff gold-braided collar, his neck was thick with muscle. His hands were long and broad-nailed, his fingertips square against the yellow and red binding of Dracula. Perhaps feeling my eyes on his hands, he looked up and smiled at me. He had assurance, a way of looking at me as though I were already attracted to him, though he was not handsome, a thick-lipped mouth, a scar on his jaw, and a nick out of his ear. But his hands. And he had thrown my cutwork on the ground. “My name is Ashley Wentworth,” I said.
“Wentworth, like the hotel. That is easy to remember.” No sweet words about my face being too beautiful for my name to be forgotten. “Do you stay at the hotel?” he asked.
A gentleman never asked directly where a lady lived, to save her the embarrassment of appearing to desire his company.
“My aunt has a cottage at Severnity Point.”
“That is not far. Do you come to the tea dances at the hotel?”
“Seldom, Count Volhary. My aunt thinks the diplomatic guests are not suitable company.”
“Very true. But exciting, no? Do you find soldiers exciting, Miss Wentworth?”
“Soldiering, yes, and diplomacy, I admit that I do.”
“A certain amount of blood…that is nice with the tea dances.” With his thumbnail he marked a passage in the book and showed it to me. As she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal, I read. “Do you find that exciting?”
“I am not a vampire, Count Volhary,” I said, uneasily amused. Can I keep my self from reacting?
“I know that.” My companion smiled at me, showing regular even bright white teeth. “I, for instance, I am a vampire, and I can assure you that you are not one yet.”
Did is a word of achievement, Won't is a word of retreat, Might is a word of bereavement, Can't is a word of defeat, Ought is a word of duty, Try is a word of each hour, Will is a word of beauty, Can is a word of power.
*(Unknown Author)
Don't take life so seriously.....it isn't permanent
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Wolfie
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Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 1406
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 16, 2006 - 11:00 am: |
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Yet??? OMG OMG OMG!
How exciting, and a bit... depraved. Miss Wentworth seems to be a bit over her head with her new admirer, do you think he's really a vampire? Will she let herself be turned, or manage to save her immortal soul?
Hurry Nn, I cant wait to see what happens next! 
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.
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Itchy
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Username: Itchy
Post Number: 1329
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 16, 2006 - 02:47 pm: |
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how delicious do hurry with the next chapter lol
"Evaluation has replaced torture as the primary means of social control"
Foccoult
ohhh how boring
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