(this story uses ideas and concepts from White Wolf Publishing's Vampire: The Masquerade)
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Early one evening my servant answered the door to let my Clans Primogen into my haven. Standing there was one of the most beautiful kindred I ever set my eyes upon in my two hundred years plus of unlife. Raven hair cascading down her back free from any accoutrement, large breasts confined in a black corset showing ivory shoulders and slim waste. Obsidian pools stare at me as I greet my guest showing that she is closer to the Beast within than I.
"My lady Genevieve, welcome to my modest home. Will you please make yourself as comfortable as possible."
Even her voice sets my senses on fire; "Thank you Mr. Mako. I hope I am not catching you at a bad time?"
"No, no. I am just finishing my weapons practice for the evening and was about to refresh my self on the balcony. Please do join me."
My Beast stirs at the sight of her walking away with the grace of the killer I know her to be. I rush to dress myself appropriately. Loose white shirt and silk pants I rush to the balcony where my servant is serving my guest the vitae infused with wine that I acquired from a young Ventrue girl, my last conquest.
Her scent is light and musk on the cool night air. A full moon, the only illumination lights her in a halo, the damned and the angel at once.