Story Synopsis:
"In a world that is unraveling because of a catastrophic Crimson Eclipse, individuals from all around the globe have teamed up to become the Undead Society of the Armageddon (USA). Some still live and breathe, some don't even have breath. They all wear black and trust no one outside of their small circle. This special society gathers up all the evil and eradicates it so you kind people can sleep safely in your comfy little beds at night. I, Morgona of Rosamond, am one of these brave few. Our Mission: Restoration of Reality."



This Episode: (Welcome to the Savage Garden): I got a little shook when I came back to the reality and there were sheets of vibrant blonde hair surrounding me, knowing it wasn't mine. Lestat was still consuming my blood almost to the point of no return. There was a wave of voices but they were drowned by the Lestat's beating heart. I was lying on the floor, being drained by the Brat Prince and I wasn't afraid. There were moments during it that I thought that I would die from an overload of pleasure. It was like every inch of my body was satisfied yet numb and was completely aware of what was going on. He mounted me afterwards like I was a mountain he had just conquered.
"There was no feeling in my limbs, they had fallen asleep. How long had he been drinking my blood? It seemed like forever yet it seemed like moment and I wanted him to do it again. No. Not him. I wanted King. I wanted him more than I could ever fathom.
“What have you done to me, Lestat?”
“I have swallowed some of your passion and in return, gave you some of mine.”
“But I didn't drink from you....”
“You didn't have to.” Lestat interrupted. “I was able to link myself to you, regardless.”
All I could do was laugh and it felt too good. I laughed and I laughed to a point that it got ridiculous. So I laughed about feeling weird about laughing. King looked at me and for some reason, when I looked at him I saw a completely different person than who I had seen before. When he was..... whatever he was, he had a tan and his eyes were stonewashed blue like jeans. Now, his skin was warm looking but he didn't have a tan. He had luminescence. His skin looked like it had been sprinkled with pieces of the sun. The transformation also made him seem fuller, thicker in some way. And his eyes were like iridescent marbles trapped in such a soft yet masculine face that he was startling to look at. His jaw looked sharper, his nose looked softer, his lips were bloodstained but they didn't take away from his beauty. It had accentuated it.
“Why do you look at me that way, Queen?” King asked, helping me up. Touching his skin was my new obsession. He was new and uncharted territory to me again.
“Because you are beautiful to her the way that I, once, was beautiful to you.” Lestat said, capturing my thoughts and answering my question in a way I could never explain. As soon as my eyes could truly focus, they were in heaven. There is no true way to describe a vampire's hair except to say that it has its own life. There was a vibrant tint to it that rivaled Lestat's hair. It moved without a breeze or ever a hint of wind. It was like staring at angels. My vision was misty like I was in a dreamland or drunk but without any bad feelings or side effects. I lunged at King's lips like if I didn't kiss them, I would surely die. My arms wrapped around his waist instead of his neck. I wanted to absorb him into me, needed to would be more accurate. I tore his ruined shirt completely off and nuzzled against his bare chest. The warmth of it burned my cheek at first, and then it thrilled me and left me with this ache to proceed with kissing him some more. My hand clasped to his pants, listening to only his light moans and breathing in his scent. That aroma that only a real man has and the undertone of sweetness like if I bit him he would taste just as good as he smelt.
“My, my. She sure is hungry, isn't she?” Armand said, a playfulness dancing in his tone.
Once I got to touch his bare chest with my hands, all I wanted was to make love to him right then and there.
“You must stop this now.” King said, his hands around my arms, lightly pushing me away. His voice more unnatural than before and louder than it should have been. Like he was holding soothing inside of him back and it had almost spilled out. When he had moved me, it felt as if whatever bond we had suddenly had detached, like cutting the invisible strings that tied us together.
Lestat walked around us like he could sense our excitement.
'Why?' I asked, sounding more like a spoiled child than a disappointed woman.
“If we proceed, there will be no stopping. Do you understand now?”
A sigh came from me, a depressed one. “I understand that.”
“You are no fun, King.” Armand said mockingly walking around us the same way Lestat was.
I became conscious that they weren’t watching us, they were feeding from us. Feeding off our love and loving the taste. This was unusual even to me.
“Are we bound to you now, Lestat?”
He smiled that smile that was all too familiar to me-the mischievous look that he and King had down to a science- and rubbed the back of his hand against my cheek. “For all eternity and then some, my love.” An erotic spasm ran through my body and it felt like he had rubbed my heart along with my cheek. I started to not like this feeling he had over me.
“Will all vampires have this power over me?”
“You might be more temped -now more than before- to reach out and touch their face and examine them as much as possible. Other than that, no. They will not own you like I do.”
‘Take this to heart, Lestat. You don’t own me. No one does.”
“King did. Now I do, too.”
“Like hell you do.”
Armand made this sound that was a cross between a purr and musing. He was enjoying this. “She’ll kill you, Lestat. She wants to. I can feel the heat boiling inside of her. Hear her thoughts about you. She loves you but will kill you if she has to.”
“Sounds like she’s one of us, doesn’t it?” Lestat said, walking up to Armand and wrapping his arm around his waist. This looked casual, natural even. If it were anyone else, it wouldn’t look right to me.
“Sounds like,” Spike said, leaning against the doorway, lighting a cigarette with his personalized Zippo I got him for his….. D-day. (For any non-vampire people who don’t understand that, D-day for vamps is the day they were turned, or sired. Some are so old that they can’t remember when their birthday was. Many of them are so old that there wasn’t any way for them to calculate their special day.)
“What are you doing here, Spike?” King said, standing next to him with his arms crossed. Spike jumped and I did, too. We hadn’t seen him move. There was no change in the air, nothing that would have explained how he got there so fast.
“What the bloody hell?!?” Spike stepped back, dropping his cigarette on the floor. He looked at King like he had hit him or had offended his honor. ‘You turn him?’ He looked at Lestat while pointing at King. “You’re dust if the Slayer or the Executioner find out about this. They said no more siring. You know the rules.”
“I highly doubt that unless they want to become one with the dust as well.”
“Are you saying that you would take out both of them if they tried to kill Lestat?” Spike asked, setting aside the King situation and looking at me like I was about to say something funny.
“If they tried to harm him, yes. I would take them down.”
Spike laughed out loud, throwing back his head and giggling. He covered his mouth and closed the gap that kept us from touching. We were now face to face, though I had to look a little bit down to him. I was wearing heels so that pushed me over to 6’3 ½. That smug look returned to his face as he tightened his jaw and looked me in the eyes.
“Hey, love. It’s your funeral if you try. They’ll eat you alive.”
“Thought that Anita was just a necromancer, not a flesh-eater like her ex, the werewolf. And Buffy? Slayers get killed everyday. Back in the Dark Realm, if a Slayer wasn’t killed then it was only because it was a Sunday and the demons were feeling generous. They’re only people, Spike. They can’t do anything.” My tone was a little too drunk sounding to be taken serious.
“If you thought that, then you’ve been underestimating them both. They are a force to be reckoned with. Especially the Slayer. I’ve seen her do things unimaginable. Things even people of her status shouldn’t have the power to do. It be a wise decision not to piss her off. Almost took me out a couple of times but she’s too hungry for what I got.”
“Wha… no, no, no, no, no! Please spare us the details of your sexual encounters with the Slayer, Spike!!!” I covered my ears and though happy thought. An eternity of Pocky, all-you-can-eat buffets, chocolate raspberry coffee, anything to get my mind off of Buffy naked with Spike. Too much heat rushed to my face and I knew it was rouge by the sounds of Armand.
“You didn’t even go into details about sex with the slayer and she’s still blushing. How precious.” Armand laughed at me along with Lestat and King and the embarrassment turned into anger.
“Shut your blood-thirsty mouth, Armand!”
There was a small zoom of a moment until King was suddenly behind me. That time I felt him but everyone else didn’t. What was going on? Did he purposely allow me to feel him coming or was I getting stronger?
“What a minute… Spike and Buffy? I thought she was with Angel again?” King said, rubbing my shoulders. There was a silent current of power riding the blank air. It was known to me but still felt like a stranger. I shook it off.
Lestat nodded and said, “Spike and Buffy are like Jean-Claude and Anita. It just depends on the day and mood.”
Spike blinked, trying to wrap his mind around why he couldn’t see King or feel the change in the atmosphere and just decided to leave it for now. “What I’m trying to get across to you is that she is more that just a Slayer. She’s dangerous.”
A gush of something rushed into me. Something familiar and almost forgotten to me, the change. Not a Glamour like this human form but into what I looked like back in my Realm. My eyes blinked from the sides and turned silver like mirrors, my skin changed from caramel to a catlike violent iridescent blue, my peach lips turned blood red and my fangs peeked out from behind them, my nails grew sharp and fierce, and my form grew toned like a warrior. My true nature had come over from the Dark Realm. Finally, my powers had arrived. I grabbed Spike by the collar and held him in the air with one arm completely extended.
“So am I.”
What has become of our dear Morgona? Did Lestat consuming her blood make her powers rise or had it been the passion between her and King that feed it?


Join us next time to find out for yourselves!!!!!