Life Blood's Vengeance

Healing Wounds/ Remembering the Roaring 20's

The phone I lifted from Michell helps with the time frame tremendously as I was able to call Samuel, my mother’s Chief of Security of our families country compound. There was danger in taking the phone as Michell’s staff might have been able to track my location, but the same risk also allowed Samuel to pick up the trace and find me in the southern most portion of the Appalachian Mountains on the northeast side of Georgia.

I destroyed the phone at the closest gas station I could find and hoped Samuel would arrive soon. Much to my hopes and prayers he did as Atlanta was only about two hours away from the location I was being held. Much to my horror however Samuel told my mother of the phone call and the cell phone I had picked up and had decided she was coming with him to revive my health.

My mother can share the increased healing properties of the shared family blood line that is available to all members. As the oldest member she has the most power and also being the most closely related to me. If I am caught in my escape attempt when my rescue is close it also means that they have not one, but three new vampires to take blood from to grow Michell’s troop numbers. Strategically it was a fool’s errand, however healing me would be Catherine’s top priority despite the risk.

Blood is very important to vampires in general but family blood must be protected at all costs as the only way to heal after using our super natural abilities including injury to major organs before we start turning to ash is to share a blood relatives or spouses blood through a cut on each person’s skin.

Afterwards the injured are to both ingest about a pint of human blood to compensate for any blood loss. Our ways are extremely secret because of these gifts our blood gives us. Of course, that means we generally fight in battles together as a family as it is easier to heal on the battlefield through already rendered wounds and usually the copious amount of human blood already spilled for us to feed off of as we try to heal the human in question.

However, in this situation mother should have known the strength in numbers was a disadvantage as it would give him more prisoners to heal off of as well as more information on how to heal and the secrets we hold so dearly. Not that I could get Maman to listen or heed my warning. She instead berated me about allowing myself to get caught while cutting the palm of her hand and placing it on my head injury I did not know I had. Damn Michell for his brutality.

He could have just requested a meeting at my offices where I would have had security to detain him, but sadly he decided he did not want to cooperate with any plan that included his capture. Maman squeezes my hand stopping my daydreaming, “My daughter you must be more careful. Come home to the clan so our men can watch you.”

I shake my head, “No Maman, I am now a target as well as everyone I employ. Michell knows about our kind, but not everything. We must not lead him to the others that are safely held at the estate. No, this plan to isolate at Life Blood is better.” She moans and complains so more, but I am stubborn and do not move. I will not put the blood of our coven at risk.

I will send her back there as well and Samuel who is also my uncle and her brother will enforce my position. He will protect her as he always has with everything he has. She is now the coven healer and elder with the oldest blood of 700 plus years and must be protected at all costs.

Samuel’s strong bass chimes in, “Yes, she is correct. You were foolish to come along Catherine. She must go back and pretend all is well so they strike again. This time we will not fail to protect her and we will capture all during a surprise attack.” Maman glared at Samuel and hummed loudly. We both knew he was correct and we must plan a better counter attack than showing up of their soil. We must draw out their numbers and eliminate the illness that threatens to expose our secrets. They all must parish before they are given a chance to speak their knowledge and grow their numbers.

I was now on my way back to Life Blood Medical Industries, thanks to Samuel’s insistence that it was a more defensible position. I have a quickly healing head wound and hundreds of small cuts from when the chains flew from my body that will be with me on my journey. Although in one hour they would be non-existent with the help of the chilled pint of human bagged blood they had brought with them. Maman really did think of everything, even if she was now giving me the silent treatment in a cold aristocratic way.

She was most displeased, however I did not care. She must remain away from danger. The slim chance that exists for that anyway.

With my luck, she would discover them and insist that she “help” by demanding everyone take care of the issues for me instead of me handling it. I am more capable than she wants to admit, but that has always been an ongoing confrontation for the last 150 odd years.

Major conflict arose I first created the company in response to the growing technologies of medicine and vaccines in the 20’s my parents hated the idea of their daughter owning a company instead of making babies. As my Maman would say I needed a man to take care of me and create more family for our clan to grow stronger.

Instead, I rebelliously became a man to all others besides my clan. I called myself Robert Goodnight and grew the company into a great success. Investing heavily in the stock market and in land with the extra money the company made. They thought I had lost my mind, but there was much freedom and it also allowed me to send my entire coven on a trip back to our motherland France in 1929.

I had not known such freedom before and I could do much without the dresses of my past and they were much easier to train in combat with. This is also the time period I invested in weapons, from guns, ammunition, mortors, and chemical warfare that was used during the Great War.

To say my mother was livid was an understatement. My father threatened to marry me off and have my arranged husband take control of the business until I announced the trip of 1929 to our old home.

They started to appreciate I was not theie be’be’ anymore and could be a vital asset to the coven. Sadly, my timing was not ideal. While on our three month long trip the United States Stock Market crashed and I was not able to get my funds from any of the United States Banks. I lost a sizable amount of my fortune, and we would have to work our way back from our motherland to see the state of the land. My mother and father blamed my timing, but at least we were in the motherland we knew so well.

Gladly my parents had the foresight to bury some of their valuables from their escape from the Revolution near our estate in southern France and the items were enough to survive on and get a business in France started concerning weapons manufacturing. I had a great amount of fun testing the new designs I came up with and then investing in the gold and treasures my family had once lost.

We had lost much in the economic troubles of America, however we had rebuilt much of our wealth while in our mother country. America was still suffering greatly from all we heard in the papers, so even though we now had the funds we decided to stay until matters improved.

They did not improve for years, however I did improve my wealth and enjoyed the success I was able to give my coven.

Suddenly I was not so insane and was encouraged to continue, but as Maman still says I needed a man for the future and babies. I needed to stop playing around with men, guns, cigars, and alcohol. To be serious and have my own family I was told. They were reminding me I was now a young woman who needed to stop the games. The games I did not want to stop playing and were indeed vastly rewarding.

Maman and Samuel started arguing louder as I ignored them both as I had more on my mind then their daily power struggle between siblings. They had time to argue however as the clock on the dashboard of the car said 7:00 am and I was not expected in the office until 9:00 am to go over the diagnostic I ordered Mark my Chief IT Officer to run before I left the night before I was kidnapped.

This leaves us an hour more to arrive and then another hour to plan our attack before my next meeting. I will leave them to their issues as I day dream of my wild past of pleasuring the young men and women of France on my knees. Taking their come and their blood at the same time. Pleasing them while satisfying my unrelenting thrist for thill at their alter of delight. I would hold each deeply and dearly as I kissed them with all my passion. Until they were moaning in need and grasping my shoulders tightly, only then I would permit them to see the depth of my blood lust.

Trapped in my thoughts of kneeling dressed as a man at the soft lower lips of a willing woman. Eating her like a starving man as she held me to her sweet mound. How they would moan as I softly bit down to break the most sensitive skin with my sharp canines as I licked their tart flavor dry leaving them wanting for more. Thrusting deeply into their open holes I would tease and tempt them to tell me what they wanted and what they would do to get their every need satisfied. Often they would do much to curry my favors. I would drink their blood as they begged for more. I would only take what they could safely give, but always I would make it good enough to want to come back.

Dressed as a woman I would do much kneeling, thanking God for the sweet blood my donors would give me, in return giving them pleasure for the honor to feast. They could never say that I did not honor that sweet exchange as I carefully took care of their needs. However from the men I sought information as their best lover and sought to use their influence for my alternate persona Richard Goodnight. Indeed the game my mother wanted me to stop was not only rewarding it was life sustaining. These were my wild and promiscuous years as I would be pleasing many of my lovers for weeks. Often one man and one woman who knew nothing of the other. Their blood and come together made a heady mix one I had wished did not happen with Michell now. History can come to bite you back and Michell is a classic example.

Reminiscing on the Roaring 20’s

This is the time period Michell introduced himself. I was dressed as a woman at the time and was under my identity as a business man’s wealthy airhead daughter looking for a good man to meet. In reality I was not looking for a husband, but only a business connection to other men as well as a blood snack with some oral s*x. If I received business information all the better, a risky game, but a fun one.

We first met in a little café late one night, me sipping on a nice Merlot. He was flattering and handsome as he ordered an expensive brandy. He was wearing civilian clothes, but walked like a military man with a heavy Germanic accent. This was a potential business opportunity and I played the airhead well, pretending to be hanging off his every word. He asked many leading questions about my “father’s” business of guns and of course I claimed to know nothing. That I only spent his money and wore fine clothes. We were meeting in fashion salons of the upper class after this monthly to have my bit of fun and feed him false numbers of information in return for German military issues he struggled with. He got his government to buy a few hundred sets of a new gun he did not know I designed and I watched him closely as he became more interested in wealth and the business dealings he still thought my father’s.

Soon after our success in selling weapons to Michell we received word of troubles in neighboring Germany. Michell seemed more enthused and I grew suspicious, well more so. What is now known as the h*******t was now beginning and word from our Jewish business partners and friends in finance were troubling. Some quickly asked to come for a visit in 1935 and told us stories of the Nazi and the rights they no longer had.

They brought all with them and asked for refuge in exchange for their life’s possessions. We sent them south and away to a new home in the islands of Puerto-Rico, only requesting the silence of their people. Others we never heard from again including our good friend Marcus Lugar I named my new weapon design after. He was a good Jewish man who owned ore mines for the metal to make the guns.

Instead of our weekly letter, we received word after no communication for three months he had sold the properties for pennies on the Frank and we would now be sold the ore at triple the original cost from the Nazi party of Germany. Michell urged me at this time to marry him and let him work with his people to decrease the ore cost in exchange for increased production at manufacturing cost to us of the Lugar. He wanted bartering control of the coven’s company instead of cutting off our supplies. My mother urged me to consider it, my father thought the timing strange due to the news we were receiving about annexation of Austria and the further restrictions of the Jewish person’s rights.

My father and Michell got into a heated argument one night and my father declared, “Anita will not be allowed to marry you and you will leave my home.” Michell of course thought I was deeply in love with him due to the s****l nature of our relationship meeting publicly at salons in the backrooms were anyone might have heard. He was at the time the only blood I was partaking as I felt I was being watched and he did please me well. More than any other as he help my hair back demanding I submit completely to his hold. Often stoking my hair and having more interest in my pleasure than his own. He was the first to introduce me to blindfolding and the occasional punishment.

I did feel fondly for him, but I lusted deeply more than a genuine affection for this man who seemed to keep secretes as tightly as I did. I simply knew how dangerous some of those secrets could be.

He attempted to contact me some weeks later and suggested we elope. I was not adverse to the pleasure I received, but he would take the freedom I desired more in running my company. He would and could during that time period require my utter submission and I was afraid I would give it to him.

I spurred him and no longer answered his letters of 1935 and he no longer came to satisfy the needs I had come to know. I had liked the submission and not being in control of everything and everyone for a moment in time. To be free to not make the choices. Indeed my Maman was correct that having a man take care of you was a thrilling sensation. My father approved of my new attitude toward partnership and suggested I focus on my work to overcome my romantic frustrations until I was sure I had relinquished any lingering emotional ties to Michell.

In the mean time we kept an eye on the actions of the Nazi Party. The news we did hear made me appreciate my freedom as a business owner more profound and we started moving Jewish peoples in Germany to France clandestinely and having them work in our factory for a fair under the table wage. We allowed them to know of our secret, allowing our coven to feed from them and they allowed us to protect them from their religious prosecutors.

After Michell left, the weapons company was going well and we were stock piling a good portion of explosives in the countryside and I started rebuilding Life Blood Medical Industries because we knew the signs of a budding conflict and America was still healing from it’s economic wounds even 10 years later.

With weapons that injure and kill the same would need medical supplies. The refugees would come to us with injuries too, so we kept a portion of what we made for the future conflict. The new workers and refugees we had helped and we were able to start an underground network of informants throughout the country. A network the Nazi’s would soon learn of as the French underground when they invaded France. Much to my shame Michell came to call at the factory on that fateful day of the invasion of Paris and again asked for my hand in marriage from my father along with many armed guards.

They took the factory by force and stripped my coven of the visible wealth we had. Thankfully we were able to get many of our employees in safe homes before they marched into the city with enough wealth to head to Spain and then hopefully Puerto Rico or Canada. I however had my set of concerns as my company was now taken by my ex-lover and I was being closely watched by Michell’s staff.

The SS officers are typically not well mannered or kind, nor do like the word Non too much. My freedom to dress as a man and be anything more than Michell’s submissive future wife was gone. I was to focus on my wedding while serving Michell his every need. The company was now his and they were sending all designs I had made to the German intelligence force.

My father was now a leader of the underground and moving as many refugees into the Mediterranean shipping vessels West as he could. We had stock piled wealth and now that was helping a great deal. For my safety I knew nothing of my father and was to pass anything I heard from Michell or his men via the gardeners.

had now unwanted seat in the war with no real way to get a reliable source of blood to sustain my life. My coven and I were supposed to have a low profile, now I had to hide my condition at all costs. The game was no longer fun and now involved more than just my life or exposer. It had become about saving thousands, including close friends and the blood of the coven. Instead of taking outright pleasure in the blood taking I wanted to cause pain and the joy I had taken was no more. I was a possession to a man I knew to be linked with an evil cause. I still played the airhead well, except now I pretended to weep and languish over my father. In reality I was furious and when he came I would give him double sided insults and compliments that would be sharp barbs to his ego.

The war raged in and outside our walls. The silent tension between the French Rebellion forces verses that of a conquering army attempting to destroy all forms of resistance. I passed information for many years, still refusing to marry him. Being closely held prisoner by his men as his future wife. My home was a battle field not of guns, but of wit and cunning that was far more dangerous all the more so for our secrets and ego.

The war raged on it started to turn favoring the French. I heard more and was able to pass on information to those who needed it. I would see him less and less throughout 1943 and in the early part of 1944 he came to retrieve me from my families home he had taken over along with his troops. The war front was changing and he suggested that he wanted me closer by his side in case something happened. I was told he lost many men and the war was now becoming dangerous with many bombings. I was forced to leave my home and follow him to his base in the Alps of Germany. Here I met all of his good friends Hitler, Himmler and many others and quickly learned to stay clear. I agreed to marry him and he had set a wedding for after the victory of Germany over the Allies powers.

Listening for anything to tip the favor helped me not lose my mind and feel less guilty for having the lifestyle they enjoyed while their victims suffered horrid deaths. I would pass on what little I heard and was able to read to those I hoped I could trust. I heard that my father was becoming a nuisance to my future husband’s friends.

They asked me many questions, however I could safely say I did not know anything as I had not had contact with him for over 5 years.

Then I was left alone and I heard of the loss of France as a German held country. More bombing reports came in and my dear Mr. Wolff was moved toward the front lines of France and back into my families home outside of Paris. He would not join his forces often, taking most of his correspondence away and in an office in the cellar where we had once held Jewish refugees.

I would often meet dangerous men and remained quiet and happily so for the lives of many rested on my still tongue and faster hand.

Then one day Michell left in the dead of the night and I did not see him for a week. Many asked his location that December of 1945, but I had no answer. Germany was losing the war and Michell was considered a deserter. I was told he was shot dead by Himmler himself and that the only thing I was allowed to keep was the housing I was in, but none of the items in the home I had been allowed to keep as Michell’s future wife. All other properties once they retook France would belong to Germany.

Then not a few hours after that communication my father came to me in the arms of a French underground soldier. He was coughing up blood and his arms and legs were already slowly turning to a white sandy ash. His once dark hair now white and his face looking old and tired.

I cut my palm deeply hoping to save him, but as I tried he spoke of being the one to actually kill Michell and that he had gloated of his conquest of me as he had shot all of my father’s men and then finally my father himself. He had told him of our planned marriage and my father was worried. He felt he had to free me saying, “My dear girl you are free to be what you want and you must go back to America where I have sent your mother to safety. Many of the saved lives from Germany have followed her and taken new life as our kind by choice.” I cried as my blood flowing into his body could not save him and his body continued to break. “Go my child, Samuel your newly found uncle on your mother’s side will take you,” his last words as I fled France for the second time in my life to live in freedom away from the secrets I hoped that would stay dead and only in our coven.

I would be headed home after the 15 year long trip and I could not have been more deeply grieving and joyous at the same time. I hear the sounds of the city and I hear mother and Samuel still bickering over her involvement. Well somethings never change and sibling love is one.

However, now I must ensure my freedom remains free and that my father did not die in vain. I must again call these two to action.