My name is Catherine, but friends call me ~Cat... Due to my prowess, nocturnal nature and quickness to anger.
I am Vixen of the Tremere Clan, please, read on, these are some of my favorite poems. Also, on the following page, you will be able to read my story, my Embracing and how I came to be what I am this day... *~deep sigh~* And if you MUST know the human woman behind the Cat... There is a link to my mortal world~~~I bid you eternal peace...

The History of the Camarilla

THE REAL ME...PICS, BIO, WHATEVER YOU NEED...

How I became Kindred...

Night...clings to his kiss. He will take me, wound in leathery wings,high over the plastic houses...where men and women...disentangled... lie like mismatched dolls, the morning after taste of disenchantment... collecting tartly...in their mouths. I long to fly... but, moment to moment...must cling to him...to remember longing, to renew belief, to assuage the terror of flight. (Boris Vallejo)

Mystery shrouds my Clan from prying eyes.
Vitae is the center of all that we do; from blood magic to being Blood Bound to the seven elders.
These ties join all my siblings together like no other clan.
This ancient symbol of power and magic stands for my clan.
We walk among you, leading everyday lives, waking and feeding, loving and wanting... You know us, we are those that thrive on your fear... Please do not hate us, we long for you... Long for your touch, your caress... Your love...
C.L.K.

Akasha ~Nocturnal Lover~ Mystic dreams of darkened night I await my lover of the twilight In the foggy mist, is it he I see or just a fantasy
Nocturnal lover come to me I beg to serve and please I yearn to feel your embrace and leave you with my taste
Under the pale moonlight we meet His embrace so cold and deep His eyes as dark as the abyss His gaze I cannot resist
Entwined in our lovers embrace He begs for just one taste He kisses me and leaves his mark Now I'm his mistress of the dark

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstacy!
~~John Keats

Children of the Night...
Lost Souls, Looking for answers to questions...
Which can't be conceived
In the Light of Day...

THE BITE The moist softness of your ruby lips quickens my pulse. I watch as your tongue slowly slide over them, leaving them wet and shiny.
You smile, exposing your fangs, Surprising myself, I tremble with desire.

I reach to pull you close, begging you to taste me.
Just mere inches from your mouth, I feel your breath warm against my tender skin.

You step closer, sliding your arms around me, licking the smoothness of my silky neck.

Panting breathlessly, I quickly move away, offering you my blue lined wrist instead.

You take it and with a hunger you never knew existed sink your teeth deep into my veins.

My blood flows into your greedy mouth, hot and salty.
Your thirst by far unquenched.
You want more . . . You want it all.

You pause with your feeding, looking up at my face, noticing for the first time my eyes glowing red behind my dark shades.

My parted lips hide a secret . . .
I smile down at you, daring you to see me as I truly am.
My canine teeth extend, a wicked laugh escapes from the depths of my throat . . .

Who is the victim?
Who is the hunted?
You wonder, my strong arms grab you and pull you close once more.
I whisper in a sultry hoarse voice "When was the last time you tasted one of your kindred?".

I probe deeply into your memory, my lips covering yours, devouring the lingering drops of my own blood.

Feeling the power that flows within your body, I savor the essence of the life you last drank . . .

Who was it?
The one before me, was he lovely?
Was he sweet?
Gazing deeply into your soul, hunger fills my senses.
My long sharp nails slip leisurely down your back, then seductively move upward towards your shoulders . . .

One word cruises through my mind . . .
Carotid . . .

My nails lightly scratch at your neck, my fingers slowly sink into soft skin, the warmth of your blood sprays down my hands . . .
I lick at it madly, engrossed by the rush of this hunt . . .

I was feeling drained, Now I am alive once more, if only for a little while.

One more victim . . .
One less enemy that roamed the streets at night. . .
I release your body, it falls from my grasp with a dull thud.

As I turn to walk away, your quiet question invades my mind.
You raise up your head with your last remaining strength whisper to me, Why?

"Why?" My scream echoes within your brain.

"Why?
Because we are different, you and I.
We have never been the same.

You feed upon the innocence of others, I feed up upon the corruption that you cover yourself in.

I did not ask to be this way, I was not offered a choice.
If I had, things would be different.

The fight has been hard, but I have conquered the urge to dine upon, the weak and helpless, the homeless and hungry.

The easiest of prey. So now I seek the most wicked of my kind and take what does not belong to them.

I give them back what they have lost along the way.

I am the danger that most vampires fear.

I am the destruction . . .

I am humanity.

That is why . . . "

The bubbling sound that was eliminating from my prey stops.

I turn and walk away, not once looking back.

I never knew if he heard me or not, I didn't care.

Vamp N ~*~

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