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Lochanas Odd Encounter Sr Emmelline 241123
Lochana and Fiona, seated at the counter in the Lodge, engage in a seemingly innocent conversation about perfumes and colors, inadvertently setting the stage for a sinister encounter. The arrival of Anastasia, a tall woman dressed in black, introduces an ominous atmosphere as she focuses her attention on Fiona and then Lochana. Anastasia's curious interest in the duo hints at her hidden intentions, especially as she locks eyes with Fiona in a silent exchange of understanding. Despite the initial casual setting, the conversation subtly gravitates towards blood, an indicator of the dark turn the evening is about to take.
As the night progresses, Fiona, under Anastasia's influence, lures Lochana to a secluded porch under the guise of a private conversation. Here, the true nature of the encounter unfolds as Anastasia and Fiona reveal themselves to be vampires, with Lochana as their intended victim. The vampires use a combination of seduction, psychological manipulation, and hypnosis to prepare Lochana for feeding, turning an evening of quiet bar-side chat into a harrowing experience for Lochana. The story concludes with the vampires erasing Lochana's memories of the encounter, ensuring she remains unaware of the true nature of her companions and the peril she faced. Anastasia departs with promises of future meetings, leaving behind a chilling reminder of the hidden dangers that lurk in seemingly ordinary interactions.
(Lochana's odd encounter(SREmmelline):SREmmelline)
[Fri Nov 22 2024]
At the bar
This well lit area is home to a long, polished bar that stretches from
west to east along the centermost portion of the northern wall. A number of
refrigerators and shelves within have been filled with various drinks and
town memorabilia for display, but the large head of a black bear mounted
higher on the wall attracts more attention. Food for the bar is prepared on
a cast iron cooking surface behind the bar, but well within sight of
patrons. It's so large that several different meals can all be cooked at
the same time.
Starting to the side of the Lodge's entrance to the north, several booths
follow the old hardwood walls and wrap around the pool tables to the east.
Their sequence is only interrupted there by the exit to the courtyard in the
distance.
A small HD flatscreen television hangs in the southwestern corner, open to
sight for all of those at the bar.
It is after dusk, about 46F(7C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
(Your target has been selected as the next meal for a vampire.
)
Lochana and Fiona are seated at the counter in the Lodge, chatting away quietly. As they talk about perfumes, the hooded one holds up one hand towards Fiona offering her wrist. "Smell good. Good perfume," she explains in her still very stilted English. "Tell you... hmmm." She gestures with an open hand to Fiona's dress. "Black," then she lifts a corner of her cloak, "What is?"
"Red," Fiona tells Lochana as she's settled in against the counter, an arm resting on it, calm and conversational. "Red like blood, which is... inside your skin?" she says, taking the offered arm from Lochana and smelling at it briefly. She nods in approval, then traces a vein on Lochana's wrist with her fingertip, explaining, "Blood. Inside."
As the two women converse, the doors open and a tall woman wearing a long black dress enters. Her hair is pulled up into a rather tight bun, her dress a long black one that brushes just past her knees. The woman is easily five ten, with a lanky frame. She wears flats, that too black to match both her dress and hair. She walks over to one of the tables near Lochana and Fiona, and takes a seat. When the server appears, she orders a drink, only when it is served, she does not drink it immediately. Rather, she slowly spins the glass, looking at the twirling amber liquid within, before looking about the bar for other diners. For some reason, her icy blue eyes locks upon Fiona, then to Lochana, before looking away.
"Red," Lochana echoes after Fiona, nodding her head slowly. She offers the other woman a slow blink, watching closely as that finger traces along the inside of her wrist. Goosebumps rise along the pale skin as she murmurs, "Blood. Blood is red. Cloak is red." Language lessons continue apace. The arrival of the other woman is a distraction though. Every new face a distraction for this one. She turns to look at the talk dark-haired woman, offering a friendly smile her way.
Turning her head to look toward the newcomer, Fiona holds that gaze for a long moment, and then for some reason, shakes her head very slightly, before she looks back to Lochana. "Correct, on all of that. Correct means right, it means you said something true." Well, that may be a slightly more complex topic. She brings her hand up, resting her cheek against her finger, and watching Lochana, though her eyes shift in their sockets, gazing back to the newcomer with less excitement.
Fiona's intuition, whatever it may be is correct. As her eyes meet that of the woman's, her head moves millimetrically in a nod. Attempting to keep it from Lochana's gaze. She yet again, gives that same very imperceptive uptick of her eyebrows at Lochana, before lifting her drink and taking a minimal sip from it.
Lochana watches, her too-blue eyes flicking between Fiona and this new woman. She has that tickling sense that something is going on but she can't quite pick up on what it is. Slowly she looks back to the new woman. She takes a deep breath and starts off on what is now probably very familiar to Fiona. "Hello. Lochana," she tells the tall woman, touching a hand to her chest. "Good to meet you."
"Anastasia," the woman says, her own speech bearing a rather heavy German accent. "It is a pleasure to meet you... Lochana you said? What a pretty name. And your friend?," she asks of Lochana, looking to Fiona. There again, is that look to Fiona, as if beckoning her, or entreating her to something.
Having given those small shakes of her heads and shrugs of her shoulders to Anastasia, when the gestures continue, Fiona closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them again, clearing her throat. "Fiona Bismarck. Is there a chance we met before? You look vaguely familiar. Maybe through Elizabeth Wheaton?" She then looks to Lochana, reaching out to touch her shoulder. "Lochana, why don't we go with her somewhere more private to talk?"
Lochana smiles happily at the other woman, pleased with the simple praise. "Thank you. Anatasia is pretty." She turns to look at Fiona, about to attempt to make introductions but her friend gets there first and introduces herself and saves her the trouble of trying to work out how to do that. When the goth touches at her shoulder she listens, not quite following the meaning of the words but getting the general tone. Some things are not meant to be spoken about in public. She slides off the bar stool, looking back over at the tall woman, much the same height as her all in all.
"Of course, of course," the woman says with a smile to Fiona. "It is why, I kept looking at you. I believe we might have met at that rather large ball in New york yes?" At Fiona's entreating Lochana to go elsewhere, she nods. "yes, we must. It is rather crowded in here. You know this town better than I," she tells `@fio. "I shall follow you. Please, come with us," she says making a beckoning motion to Lochana, inviting her to follow.
Turning her head, Fiona looks toward the cook for a moment, then says, "There's a porch out back, forest behind it before we get to the highway. It's a nice, peaceful place to talk about things, and we can watch the last of the evening light fade." Pressing her hand to the back of Lochana, she motions with her hand. "This way," she says.
Oh, Lochana picks out at least one word in that conversation. "New York. New York is big. Haven is small. Anastasia is from New York?" she asks, trying to keep up with her additions to the conversation. She's happy to follow along as the three of them head outside onto the porch. Perhaps she is the only of the three who really feels the cold, and she pulls her brand new velvet cloak around herself more tightly.
walks out with both Fiona and Lochana. "yes, nice and quiet here," she says, as she looks at the secluded nature of the porch, and the thick trees that stand between it and the highway beyond. She moves the chairs, arranges them so that they are aligned together. "Please Lochana, you must sit next to me," she invites Lochana, gently maneuvering the woman to the middle chair, so that both she and Fiona can sit either side of her. Looking to Fiona she asks, "Shall we tell her of our time in New York then my friend?"
"Is there much to tell about it, really?" Fiona asks, walking over to the table and sitting on the edge of it, rather than on a seat proper, her foot swinging back and forth slowly as she looks over to Lochana and Anastasia. "It was a time when I was indulging in a lot of things quite a lot more often. A good time, but I'm trying to learn a little bit of control now. Lochana, did you ever go to parties?"
Lochana bundles herself up nice and warm against the New England cold and she's easily maneuvered to sit between the other two woman. Her head turns from one side to the other, a bit like she is watching a tennis match as she tries to focus on each one in turn when they speak. Every so often her lips move, mouthing new and unfamiliar words. Her attention settles on Fiona at the question and her head tilts to one side away from the taller woman as she asks, "What is parties?"
"Ah but Fiona," the woman says, her voice dripping sweetness and invitation. "It is so nice is it not? To indulge onself? Especially after you've been restraining yourself for so long hmm?" As she speaks, her eyes don't remain on Fiona however, her eyes lock upon Lochana. There is a certain look in her gaze, that entreats Lochana to relax, to simply sit at ease. For Fiona, she might recognize the woman's effort to put Lochana into a trance like state.
"I never said I didn't indulge time-to-time," Fiona says, "Just that I've learned a little bit more about not letting it all out at every instance." That said, she tells Lochana, "A party is where a lot of people come together, and drink, and dance." Explanation given, she watches the trance forming, and doesn't move to interfere. Instead, she leans back and traces a finger from the lower edge of Lochana's ear down the side of her neck. "A place where we relax. Just relax a little."
"Dance. Lochana likes dance," Lochana murmurs, the last word slowly trailing off as she looks back at the new woman. The too-blue of her own eyes catch on her gaze and coupled with the tracing fingers and oh so soothing words from Fiona a sort of tranced daze sets in. Relaxed but not limp, at ease as she simply gazes with mind blank for a few minutes.
The woman smiles as the trance seems to take hold. She continues her eye contact with Lochana, to ensure she does not break from it. "You have the honors my friend," she tells Fiona, gesturing at the woman. "A reward shall we say/ For showing such restraint."
Stroking her fingers idly along Lochana's neck, Fiona reaches up to entangle her fingers in the blond hair and tilt the head back. "You certain? You're clearly hungry," she says, but, well, she honestly doesn't waste time here. As soon as she feels the trance fully set in for Lochana, she dips her head in, and sharp fangs pierce the flesh, drinking heavily.
Anastasia nods at Fiona, and waits for the other woman to take her turn, before she takes her own turn, drinking deeply. Even still the vampire is careful about the blood loss. She may be a manipulative vampire, but not a heartless one, and she makes sure that Lochana isn't seriously feebled by the blood drain, just substantially weakened by it. "Thank you," she tells Fiona. "Today I have met a great ally.'"
Dazed as she is there is very little in the way of a reaction from Lochana. A flicker of a wince across her youthful features and a soft, pained gasp the very moment that the teeth sink through her skin. Her lips part a moment as though there is a passing thought of trying to say something but then its gone. The section puncture of flesh drags a whimper from her throat, what little colour she had in her pale cheeks starting to fade.
Fiona leans back, and her eyes are wide, shining, her skin looking flushed as she lifts her hand, looking at it back and forth, and then back at Lochana. "How in the hell is she..." she mutters to herself,then shakes herself out, pupils narrowing as she looks around with a huge grin on her face while waiting for Anastasia to feed. "Mm, I hope to hear from you again, soon," she says to Anastasia as she finishes.
"We must ensure she never remembers this," Anastasia tells Fiona. She takes the trance Lochana is in, and begins to perform a proper hypnosis on the woman. Wiping all memory of Anastasia, and her little visit. To Lochana she says, "When she wakes, she will just remember conversing with you. Nothing else. She will barely remember those details. She will most certainly not remember me, or your involvement."
"Oh, I'm sure it was fine," Fiona says to Anastasia, her hand coming up to rub idly at her neck as she looks over Lochana with some kind of newfound respect on her face, shifting and crossing her legs at the hip. "But better to be safe. If she does remember anything, I know how to handle all of this."
Lochana drifts to focus on Anastasia as she works her mental magic, those blue eyes of her blinking slowly and little shivers of cold starting to reach her now that her blood pressure has dropped. Her lips move, mouthing words that she doesn't really understand on the surface but that sink in deep and take hold in her subconsious.
"Good good," Anastasia says with a smile to Fiona. "We most certainly meet again Fiona. We members of the court must stick together yes?," she says with a smile. "Till next time," she says, making sure her work with Lochana is complete, before she walks straight into the thick forest and out of sight.
As the night progresses, Fiona, under Anastasia's influence, lures Lochana to a secluded porch under the guise of a private conversation. Here, the true nature of the encounter unfolds as Anastasia and Fiona reveal themselves to be vampires, with Lochana as their intended victim. The vampires use a combination of seduction, psychological manipulation, and hypnosis to prepare Lochana for feeding, turning an evening of quiet bar-side chat into a harrowing experience for Lochana. The story concludes with the vampires erasing Lochana's memories of the encounter, ensuring she remains unaware of the true nature of her companions and the peril she faced. Anastasia departs with promises of future meetings, leaving behind a chilling reminder of the hidden dangers that lurk in seemingly ordinary interactions.
(Lochana's odd encounter(SREmmelline):SREmmelline)
[Fri Nov 22 2024]
At the bar
This well lit area is home to a long, polished bar that stretches from
west to east along the centermost portion of the northern wall. A number of
refrigerators and shelves within have been filled with various drinks and
town memorabilia for display, but the large head of a black bear mounted
higher on the wall attracts more attention. Food for the bar is prepared on
a cast iron cooking surface behind the bar, but well within sight of
patrons. It's so large that several different meals can all be cooked at
the same time.
Starting to the side of the Lodge's entrance to the north, several booths
follow the old hardwood walls and wrap around the pool tables to the east.
Their sequence is only interrupted there by the exit to the courtyard in the
distance.
A small HD flatscreen television hangs in the southwestern corner, open to
sight for all of those at the bar.
It is after dusk, about 46F(7C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
(Your target has been selected as the next meal for a vampire.
)
Lochana and Fiona are seated at the counter in the Lodge, chatting away quietly. As they talk about perfumes, the hooded one holds up one hand towards Fiona offering her wrist. "Smell good. Good perfume," she explains in her still very stilted English. "Tell you... hmmm." She gestures with an open hand to Fiona's dress. "Black," then she lifts a corner of her cloak, "What is?"
"Red," Fiona tells Lochana as she's settled in against the counter, an arm resting on it, calm and conversational. "Red like blood, which is... inside your skin?" she says, taking the offered arm from Lochana and smelling at it briefly. She nods in approval, then traces a vein on Lochana's wrist with her fingertip, explaining, "Blood. Inside."
As the two women converse, the doors open and a tall woman wearing a long black dress enters. Her hair is pulled up into a rather tight bun, her dress a long black one that brushes just past her knees. The woman is easily five ten, with a lanky frame. She wears flats, that too black to match both her dress and hair. She walks over to one of the tables near Lochana and Fiona, and takes a seat. When the server appears, she orders a drink, only when it is served, she does not drink it immediately. Rather, she slowly spins the glass, looking at the twirling amber liquid within, before looking about the bar for other diners. For some reason, her icy blue eyes locks upon Fiona, then to Lochana, before looking away.
"Red," Lochana echoes after Fiona, nodding her head slowly. She offers the other woman a slow blink, watching closely as that finger traces along the inside of her wrist. Goosebumps rise along the pale skin as she murmurs, "Blood. Blood is red. Cloak is red." Language lessons continue apace. The arrival of the other woman is a distraction though. Every new face a distraction for this one. She turns to look at the talk dark-haired woman, offering a friendly smile her way.
Turning her head to look toward the newcomer, Fiona holds that gaze for a long moment, and then for some reason, shakes her head very slightly, before she looks back to Lochana. "Correct, on all of that. Correct means right, it means you said something true." Well, that may be a slightly more complex topic. She brings her hand up, resting her cheek against her finger, and watching Lochana, though her eyes shift in their sockets, gazing back to the newcomer with less excitement.
Fiona's intuition, whatever it may be is correct. As her eyes meet that of the woman's, her head moves millimetrically in a nod. Attempting to keep it from Lochana's gaze. She yet again, gives that same very imperceptive uptick of her eyebrows at Lochana, before lifting her drink and taking a minimal sip from it.
Lochana watches, her too-blue eyes flicking between Fiona and this new woman. She has that tickling sense that something is going on but she can't quite pick up on what it is. Slowly she looks back to the new woman. She takes a deep breath and starts off on what is now probably very familiar to Fiona. "Hello. Lochana," she tells the tall woman, touching a hand to her chest. "Good to meet you."
"Anastasia," the woman says, her own speech bearing a rather heavy German accent. "It is a pleasure to meet you... Lochana you said? What a pretty name. And your friend?," she asks of Lochana, looking to Fiona. There again, is that look to Fiona, as if beckoning her, or entreating her to something.
Having given those small shakes of her heads and shrugs of her shoulders to Anastasia, when the gestures continue, Fiona closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them again, clearing her throat. "Fiona Bismarck. Is there a chance we met before? You look vaguely familiar. Maybe through Elizabeth Wheaton?" She then looks to Lochana, reaching out to touch her shoulder. "Lochana, why don't we go with her somewhere more private to talk?"
Lochana smiles happily at the other woman, pleased with the simple praise. "Thank you. Anatasia is pretty." She turns to look at Fiona, about to attempt to make introductions but her friend gets there first and introduces herself and saves her the trouble of trying to work out how to do that. When the goth touches at her shoulder she listens, not quite following the meaning of the words but getting the general tone. Some things are not meant to be spoken about in public. She slides off the bar stool, looking back over at the tall woman, much the same height as her all in all.
"Of course, of course," the woman says with a smile to Fiona. "It is why, I kept looking at you. I believe we might have met at that rather large ball in New york yes?" At Fiona's entreating Lochana to go elsewhere, she nods. "yes, we must. It is rather crowded in here. You know this town better than I," she tells `@fio. "I shall follow you. Please, come with us," she says making a beckoning motion to Lochana, inviting her to follow.
Turning her head, Fiona looks toward the cook for a moment, then says, "There's a porch out back, forest behind it before we get to the highway. It's a nice, peaceful place to talk about things, and we can watch the last of the evening light fade." Pressing her hand to the back of Lochana, she motions with her hand. "This way," she says.
Oh, Lochana picks out at least one word in that conversation. "New York. New York is big. Haven is small. Anastasia is from New York?" she asks, trying to keep up with her additions to the conversation. She's happy to follow along as the three of them head outside onto the porch. Perhaps she is the only of the three who really feels the cold, and she pulls her brand new velvet cloak around herself more tightly.
walks out with both Fiona and Lochana. "yes, nice and quiet here," she says, as she looks at the secluded nature of the porch, and the thick trees that stand between it and the highway beyond. She moves the chairs, arranges them so that they are aligned together. "Please Lochana, you must sit next to me," she invites Lochana, gently maneuvering the woman to the middle chair, so that both she and Fiona can sit either side of her. Looking to Fiona she asks, "Shall we tell her of our time in New York then my friend?"
"Is there much to tell about it, really?" Fiona asks, walking over to the table and sitting on the edge of it, rather than on a seat proper, her foot swinging back and forth slowly as she looks over to Lochana and Anastasia. "It was a time when I was indulging in a lot of things quite a lot more often. A good time, but I'm trying to learn a little bit of control now. Lochana, did you ever go to parties?"
Lochana bundles herself up nice and warm against the New England cold and she's easily maneuvered to sit between the other two woman. Her head turns from one side to the other, a bit like she is watching a tennis match as she tries to focus on each one in turn when they speak. Every so often her lips move, mouthing new and unfamiliar words. Her attention settles on Fiona at the question and her head tilts to one side away from the taller woman as she asks, "What is parties?"
"Ah but Fiona," the woman says, her voice dripping sweetness and invitation. "It is so nice is it not? To indulge onself? Especially after you've been restraining yourself for so long hmm?" As she speaks, her eyes don't remain on Fiona however, her eyes lock upon Lochana. There is a certain look in her gaze, that entreats Lochana to relax, to simply sit at ease. For Fiona, she might recognize the woman's effort to put Lochana into a trance like state.
"I never said I didn't indulge time-to-time," Fiona says, "Just that I've learned a little bit more about not letting it all out at every instance." That said, she tells Lochana, "A party is where a lot of people come together, and drink, and dance." Explanation given, she watches the trance forming, and doesn't move to interfere. Instead, she leans back and traces a finger from the lower edge of Lochana's ear down the side of her neck. "A place where we relax. Just relax a little."
"Dance. Lochana likes dance," Lochana murmurs, the last word slowly trailing off as she looks back at the new woman. The too-blue of her own eyes catch on her gaze and coupled with the tracing fingers and oh so soothing words from Fiona a sort of tranced daze sets in. Relaxed but not limp, at ease as she simply gazes with mind blank for a few minutes.
The woman smiles as the trance seems to take hold. She continues her eye contact with Lochana, to ensure she does not break from it. "You have the honors my friend," she tells Fiona, gesturing at the woman. "A reward shall we say/ For showing such restraint."
Stroking her fingers idly along Lochana's neck, Fiona reaches up to entangle her fingers in the blond hair and tilt the head back. "You certain? You're clearly hungry," she says, but, well, she honestly doesn't waste time here. As soon as she feels the trance fully set in for Lochana, she dips her head in, and sharp fangs pierce the flesh, drinking heavily.
Anastasia nods at Fiona, and waits for the other woman to take her turn, before she takes her own turn, drinking deeply. Even still the vampire is careful about the blood loss. She may be a manipulative vampire, but not a heartless one, and she makes sure that Lochana isn't seriously feebled by the blood drain, just substantially weakened by it. "Thank you," she tells Fiona. "Today I have met a great ally.'"
Dazed as she is there is very little in the way of a reaction from Lochana. A flicker of a wince across her youthful features and a soft, pained gasp the very moment that the teeth sink through her skin. Her lips part a moment as though there is a passing thought of trying to say something but then its gone. The section puncture of flesh drags a whimper from her throat, what little colour she had in her pale cheeks starting to fade.
Fiona leans back, and her eyes are wide, shining, her skin looking flushed as she lifts her hand, looking at it back and forth, and then back at Lochana. "How in the hell is she..." she mutters to herself,then shakes herself out, pupils narrowing as she looks around with a huge grin on her face while waiting for Anastasia to feed. "Mm, I hope to hear from you again, soon," she says to Anastasia as she finishes.
"We must ensure she never remembers this," Anastasia tells Fiona. She takes the trance Lochana is in, and begins to perform a proper hypnosis on the woman. Wiping all memory of Anastasia, and her little visit. To Lochana she says, "When she wakes, she will just remember conversing with you. Nothing else. She will barely remember those details. She will most certainly not remember me, or your involvement."
"Oh, I'm sure it was fine," Fiona says to Anastasia, her hand coming up to rub idly at her neck as she looks over Lochana with some kind of newfound respect on her face, shifting and crossing her legs at the hip. "But better to be safe. If she does remember anything, I know how to handle all of this."
Lochana drifts to focus on Anastasia as she works her mental magic, those blue eyes of her blinking slowly and little shivers of cold starting to reach her now that her blood pressure has dropped. Her lips move, mouthing words that she doesn't really understand on the surface but that sink in deep and take hold in her subconsious.
"Good good," Anastasia says with a smile to Fiona. "We most certainly meet again Fiona. We members of the court must stick together yes?," she says with a smile. "Till next time," she says, making sure her work with Lochana is complete, before she walks straight into the thick forest and out of sight.