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{ASSM} Vampyre Nights 2/12 {Yotna El'toub} (Slow F/F F/f MC WS Tg) 
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of
an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do
so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE
HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to
your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for
this story.
 
The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my
story.  Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and
unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure
fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality
should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause
this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
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Chapter four: Free days and holidays

Sitting at home Joyce felt more than a little foolish, Claudia would
be rushed off her feet, and taking the brunt of the crews reaction to
suddenly finding that they only digging they would do this week was in
their own gardens. All because of what! She couldn't really think
about it logically, because of a passing infatuation with Claudia's
nether regions! It was laughable they had shared tents over the years
on various digs, showered together in the jungle, with never a second
glance, but today. Shaking her head she tried to forget the incident,
once again a chill ran down her spine "Perhaps I'm coming down with
something" she thought, but now she was home she felt fine; just the
odd shiver.

She walked to the cabinet in the bathroom and pulled the customary
poses, checking eyes, tongue, throat and glands in front of its tiny
mirror. Just to be on the safe side Joyce popped the silver glinting
thermometer under her tongue and waited thirty seconds, 98.4F no
problem. Shutting the door she wondered about the menopause, could you
get cold flushes as well as hot? Then she laughed at her own
pessimistic thinking; either was hopefully a bit unlikely at 27. Still
musing she left the bathroom and brushed against her coat, something
heavy in the pocket banged her arm. She was confused, as her normal
pocket contents only ran to tissues and the odd bag of candies, Joyce
slipped in her searching hand. To her utter amazement it emerged
clutching the artifact she had recovered that day! To hell with the
menopause this was looking more like Alzheimer's by the minute. First
she had bought an auction lot she had no interest in and now the most
valuable relic from the dig was in her pocket like a discarded candy
wrapper.

Joyce turned and instead of heading back to the lounge as originally
intended she walked to her study and logged on to her PC. After half
an hours surfing she felt much more reassured on the dementia score,
it was pretty unlikely at her age. She had booked her self into this
week's well-woman clinic on Thursday; a check up seemed a reasonable
plan. Tomorrow the plumbing would be fixed; well it would if
cyber-plumbers were any more reliable than their real cousins. She
then turned her attention to the handful of mirror sitting by her
mouse pad. After scouring several sites she was no real closer to its
origins, but there was a surprise - the markings were not on the
mirror to ward off evil, they were intended to attract it! Now the bug
truly bit, why would a mirror designed to act as a conduit for evil be
found close to a churches nave?

She had to retrieve the rest of the mirror, it may tell the full story
and in any case it looked to be an increasingly important find. Joyce
rang Claudia's mobile, after the predictable "Hi, Claudie?" she asked
her colleague to join her for a coffee and meal at Luigi's, "about
six, great! No much better now, bye" Joyce went to the bedroom and
dressed warmly before slinging some old tools into the back of her '78
T-Bird. At a half past five she left for the short drive and in no
time was pulling into the lot behind Luigi's. Claudia was chatty at
dinner and had clearly risen to the new responsibility well, as one
long bout of laughter faded; Joyce looked more serious "I have
something well, unorthodox to ask of you?" "Sounds serious, fire away"
Claudia replied lightly "It could be serious, career-wise if we're
caught" Joyce indicated "Caught, doing what?" asked a confused Claudie
"Getting the rest of the mirror," Her voice lowered to a whisper
"that's what!" Claudie looked even more confused "But the digs closed,
how are you going..." realization hit the girls face, the clothes
weren't just an odd grunge phase of eveningwear, Joyce meant to dig
tonight!

"I really don't know why I let you talk me into this" Claudie said
with the slightest of slurs "I didn't, you know I think it was the
forth bottle of Chianti" Two figures stood just outside the site
entrance Joyce slipped her soon to be redundant security pass out, and
they were heading for the far side of the site in seconds. "Jesus, I'm
cold, I wished you'd given me some idea about this before I dressed
for dinner" chattered Claudia "If I had, would you have come?" Claudie
shrugged off the question. "O.K. keep the flashlight there, no a
little higher, and left - perfect!"  Joyce uttered from the slight
pit. For twenty minutes nothing, then in frustration she had switched
her attention to the other edge of the pit, and bingo! Three more
pieces laid in the sacking on the floor of the trench

"Look you can collect these first thing Wednesday, for now lets
split". As Joyce drove away from the site she felt exhilarated, maybe
it was the booze, maybe not. Claudia crouched forward to get what
benefit she could from the cars ancient heater. As she dropped Claudie
by the Metro she pecked her on the cheek, there were no buzzers and
bells, great things were back to normal! "Look I owe you one for
tonight Claudie, there's a lot of people wouldn't have risked that"
Joyce said entirely accurately "Well at least we got something out of
the months, what are you going to use it for?" asked the girl "I hope
that if I can get enough information on this quickly enough I maybe
able to halt the work while we finish. This find could be that
significant" "Can you at least give me a week off," Claudia laughed
"I'd made plans to decorate the bathroom" "See you Wednesday Claudie
and thanks again, bye"


Chapter Five: On reflection


The newspaper spread on the table supported the four pieces of mirror
as Joyce first cleaned and then started to re-assemble as much of the
original frame as possible. After 2 hours of painstaking
repositioning, and a little manual manipulation the frame, other than
a three-inch gap, was back into what probably was fairly close to its
original configuration. Joyce went to the kitchen to clean the mud
from her hands. She glanced up at the clock ten past twelve, she
wouldn't research any more this evening, just tidy up and call it a
day. As Joyce carefully washed her hands she noticed a faint red mark
on her right palm. It stretched down from between her forefinger and
thumb in a shallow slope towards her palms middle. It looked like mild
cooking burn from touching an over hot utensil. As she dabbed her
palms dry she pressed a little harder than usual to test the severity
of the wound, no pain or unusual sensation. Just another of life's
little mysterious events.

Slipping the oversize Simpson tee shirt over her head, Joyce
remembered to set the alarm for the morning, and then realized there
was no need. Nothing to wake for, it had been University when she had
last been in this situation, nearly six years ago. Although she didn't
really feel tired Joyce fell asleep very easily in to a deep dreamless
slumber.

On the hall table the blade of opener wobbled lightly then a little
more violently, just as if a heavy truck was passing. There was no
truck, no traffic of any kind. Another wobble and very slowly the dark
blade started to shine a dull red color. The color was mirrored in the
living room as the first uncovered fragment took on an unearthly glow.

Back in the bedroom Joyce had begun to dream, and moved a little in
her sleep. She had the feeling that someone was sitting on her chest,
making hard for her to breathe. In her dream she opened her eyes,
before her was the image of Claudia's crotch, just as she had seen it
in the mirror. She saw some movement a pale object moved towards the
top of the shorts waistband. It was a hand; on the little finger it
wore a ring just like the one on Joyce's right hand, the hand that lay
twitching on top of the thick comforter. The dream hand pushed itself
confidently past the waistband and pushed the zip of the shorts up
into a small undulating hump.

Joyce sighed, as the hand continued its downward journey, finally the
fingertips wriggled down over the humped pubis and into the delta
below. The small damp spot started to soak out further into the
fabric. The now damp material clung to the moving fingers and the
clearly defined folds of the underlying vulva. The pressure on Joyce's
breasts increased as the excited ass started to move in time to the
detached but loving hand. The weight eased and the image faded, to
Joyce it now felt as if she could float once the pressure had
alleviated, and her body sat slowly upright in bed.

Joyce stood for along time by the hall table gazing sightless at the
opener, before her right hand grasped it firmly, her left hand to
wrapped around the bottom of the handle. She raised it as if to plunge
it into a sacrifice, and then stretched down. Carefully the knife
lifted the hem of the "Lisa" tee shirt centrally between her legs. The
fabric was pulled taught against the blade. In one continuous motion
the blade was brought swiftly up slicing the fabric from the tattered
hem through to the splitting neckline. Joyce's condensing breath
flowed over her skin and between the peaks of her breasts. As the mist
reached her nipples they tightened forming hard peaks. The blade
descended and flattened against the cushion of her abundant dark pubic
hair. Slowly her hands swept from side to side, in a pendulum motion.
A few detached hairs fell onto the bare wooden floor followed by the
blade itself.

As images of Claudie swam through her dreams, Joyce's fingers explored
the wetness of her own deep furrow. Her minds eye watched the skillful
hand strip the saturated shorts from Claudie's lower body. Joyce's
head lolled back onto its shoulders, her mouth hung fully open, as the
uncovered gash of Claudie's sex bore down towards it. Standing in the
deserted cold hall, Joyce's tongue extended into the damp air as it
rolled against the imagined labia of her dream lover. The slightly
crouched small figure started to buck against her fingers as sweet
fluids bathed her thighs. In the intense dream the same wetness flowed
over her spasming tongue and slipped liberally down her throat and
chin. Joyce's eyelids opened widely as fully awake and crouched in the
darkened hall her pleasure hit her, her body steamed to an incredible
orgasm. Her tongue lashed the air in perfect time to the frenzied
pumping of her hips. Joyce straightened up and caught sight of her
image in the hall mirror, it didn't startle her it amazed her; she
looked wild even wanton in her desire. The image in the mirror shook
its head in confusion, turned and walked away to the bedroom.

In the darkened room the only dim light came from the mirror on the
door to the en-suite shower, in a small fragment of the mirror the dim
red image of a tongue was just visible. The girl woke and shivered
slightly; maybe she had picked up a chill, she really hadn't been
dressed for an adventure. Rolling over she felt the dampness between
her thighs and smiled to her self, wet dreams; at her age, still it
had been powerful; she remembered the softness of the lips against
her. But there was something else, something at the back of her mind
that made it particularly exciting, but it was gone. As dreams do it
had already started to fade. Claudia rolled over and fell back into a
peaceful sleep.


Chapter Six: Too much detail!


The alarm sounded at six-thirty, rousing Joyce from a deep sleep, but
rather than feeling drained after her disturbed night she felt great.
What an odd dream! She vaulted from under the covers and stopped dead.
The tattered remains of her tee shirt flapped around her exposed body,
it wasn't a dream! Still not believing it real she walked into the
hallway, on the floor the opener stared back at her disbelieving eyes.
Joyce was deeply perplexed even mystified, but she couldn't be worried
her mood was too light. She felt just too excited, although she
couldn't pin down why? Oh, to hell with it, life was too short and she
had too much to find out about the mirror in a short space of time.

Two hours of searching and re-searching the net had pulled up quite a
bit of information. The real bonus had been the Smithsonian Hungarian
weekend seminar; the links from that session in April had revealed
much of the symbolism on the mirrors frame. Not only to attract evil,
but to trap it, condense it even focus it. Now the church link made
more sense, the belief may have been that the mirror would absorb
evil, and keep it from the world. The church would have been a place
of safety, to prevent the captured evil being returned to the world.
This would make the mirror a unique artifact, what else might be there
in the nave? Joyce was certain she had a good case to delay the
building work if not even prevent it entirely. She started to peruse
her shelves for a particular book on Nave bosses when the doorbell
rang twice.

Wondering just who would be at her door at eight thirty she was a
little careful and left the door chain in place. Joyce opened the door
a crack to ask "Joyce Griffiths, yes?" "Online Plumbers you e-mailed
us?" "Off course, long night totally forgot, sorry!" She freed the
chain and swung the door back to a boiler suited figure, gesturing
them towards the kitchen "The boilers in here and that's about all I
know" Joyce said to the plumber "Is there a chance of a coffee before
I begin, I've just come from an all night job?" the quiet voice asked
"Sure, I'm just about to brew up myself, take a seat" The slim figure
dropped the tool bag beside the pine table.

"Could I wash away some of the grime in your sink" Asked the quiet
voice, "Sure feel free!" replied Joyce as she filled the espresso
maker. She turned back to see half the boiler suit hanging down and an
expanse of naked muscular skin, "Sorry about this; but sometimes you
get confined in such small spaces that it like working in a sauna" the
plumber said. Although she was a little put out Joyce decided to keep
it friendly, a plumber who turns up on time and on the right day is to
be treasured "No problem, I would have let you use the bathroom if I'd
realized" "Just as long as I'm not embarrassing you ma'am". Joyce
watched the polished muscles move, there was something quite
attractive about that strong back.

"I said as long as I'm not embarrassing you" The plumber turned bright
blue eyes looked out from under a curly blonde mop of hair, the hands
still wiping soap away from the mouth and chin, "No, not at all" Joyce
lied to the attractive eyes "Great, thanks!" with a deft touch the
plumber launched the towel back to the rack. Joyce found her gaze
directed straight at the plumber's chest, in place of the expected
expanse of blonde frizzy hair, there were two small boyish breasts
with pierced nipples! "Oh, you're a girl, I'm sorry, it was just that
from the back" Joyce felt her face coloring "Yeah, I work out a bit,"
and so saying flexed an impressive biceps before pulling the boiler
suit back over her shoulders. "So you keep getting cold blast, sounds
like air in your system, I'll just drink this and get right on it"

Joyce went back to her work on the PC, shortly there was a tap a the
door "It looks as if you've got a blockage in the circulating pump,
I'll need to power down while I take a look" The girl nodded to the PC
"Oh, O.K., I'll wrap up in a second" Joyce replied logging out of the
site. "If you've got a key for the radiator in the hall I'll bleed it
first" said the plumber returning to the hall, "I think its on the
hall table, but most everything else is as well, hang on!" As Joyce
arrived the plumber had just moved the table a little for access, this
was just enough of a motion to send the "later" rack crashing to the
floor. "Shit, that is so you Gina!" The plumber cursed, "Its O.K., no
harm done, look you even found the key," Joyce laughed "besides which
I need to sort this lot out" She bent and picked up the wedge of mail
in her right hand and the letter opener in the other, a chill ran
through the hall "There did you feel that" asked Joyce "Sure did, I'm
not so sure that's the boiler though?" "Oh well whatever it is can you
sort it out?" "I'll sure try ma'am" Gina replied looking a little
puzzled.

Joyce carried the mail back to the PC sat & turned to look dumbly at
the blank screen. Realizing her mistake she threw the paper work down
on her desk to sort through "At least I don't need power for this" she
thought. Then something caught her eye, one of the auctioneer's pieces
of paper had fallen open; on the corner of the document was a seal, it
had the form of one of the symbols on the mirrors edge embossed into
the once red wax. The document was a decree dated 1583 to one Stephen
Bathory the large seal on the bottom of the page actually carried
three of the symbols not the one she had originally glanced!

Holding the paper between her hands, she noticed a smudge of red on
her left palm; she rubbed her fingers against it, no difference. She
suddenly realized it was a mirror image of the one on her other hand.
The shape was familiar; she picked up the opener and laid it across
one palm and then the next, the imprint of the handle fitted the marks
exactly! As she stared down in confusion at her hands Gina walked to
the door "Powers back! The pumps O.K. just gummed up, servicing not a
big thing for you?" Gina quipped, "Hey are you O.K. ma'am" Gina walked
across and glanced down at the hands that the woman stared at; each
hand had a bright red whelp on it

"That's nasty, did you burn yourself?"  Joyce remained silent "Lets
get some water on them, now" Gina said steering the confused woman to
the kitchen. Gina held Joyce's wrists and let the cold faucet run
water over her palms. Joyce felt distant, it seems she was detached
from the world, slowly she became aware of a distinct sensation, she
could feel the hard piercing's through the boiler suit brushing her
back. Joyce' hands reversed the grip and pushed Gina's strong wet
hands to her breasts.

The surprised palms felt the strong pressure of two nipples erecting
under them. Gina span the woman in her arms "Now it's your turn to
surprise me, what is your name?" "Joyce, but I don't know what I'm
doing, I've never..." "That I believe; now luckily for you, I have" Gina
had to tip her head a long way down to reach Joyce's trembling lips
but the effort was rewarded by an active tongue hurriedly seeking
hers. Joyce groaned as her tongue met the stud in the tongue she
explored, at that same moment Joyce's nipples dragged across the stiff
pierced peaks of Gina's. Excited but confused Joyce pulled away "I
can't!" Gina's eyes reinforced the action of her hand as it slid down
the front of Joyce's jeans "Yes, you can!" Yes she did.

Joyce awoke in the dim room, the bright sunlight trying to force its
way past the green curtains. She looked at the sleeping woman beside
her, and marveled at her stamina. Gina slept on as the slim hands
explored first her shoulders musculature and then slipped to her tight
breasts. Joyce smiled her hands crossed the expanding nipples; she
felt a growing pleasure from both her groin and her palms. She still
wondered about the lust she suddenly felt for her own sex, it seemed
perverse; but it was far more intense that anything she had felt
before, she quaked softly inside. Her palms returned to the hardening
peaks, and the room pulsed with a dim red light. Joyce's desire
doubled, trebled and then flew off the scale. Beneath her stationary
hands the nipples grew searching for suckling lips. Gina's eyes
flashed open, there was a moment of fear and then pure red heat. The
girls orgasmically writhed to a mutual release, before the room dimmed
back to its previously grey state, as if in honor of their
post-climatic exhaustion.

Joyce woke with a start, panicked for no apparent reason. Gina slept
on silently besides her, her presence calming Joyce's heart. She rose
and made two steaming coffees, carefully balancing the cups she
returned to the crumpled bed. "Gina, coffee!" There was no response
"Hey, lazy!" She reached for Gina's exposed shoulder touching it
lightly; at once her hand recoiled from the cold dead skin. She pulled
back the covers and listened for something, please anything! She stood
stiffly upright and gazed down on the uncovered torso, then she ran to
the curtains and drew the widely. Her eyes hadn't tricked her in the
dim light; from each of Gina's pierced buds a thin line of blood ran
down the taught skin stretched over the gentle mounds to the sleek rib
cage bellow. Instinct made Joyce glance at her hands, the smallest
trace of dried blood pooled on her palms near the centre of the
strange markings. Her face a mask of pure terror Joyce fell to her
knees tears streaming down her contorted cheeks.



Part two of twelve
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Foot Notes
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