Stories of The Relic: The Book of Keilari

Christopher Kagawa aka Chris Tome is a 23 year old Award winning best selling novelist with a problem, he has lost his passion for his craft. He lives a lonely and reclusive existence with a growing disdain for the outside world and humanity in general. His only companions are the rare old books he collects

After buying rare leather bound book in an online auction He finds a out very quickly that it's no ordinary book. Despite being careful, he cut his finger on a page causing a single drop of his blood to drop the book. In a blinding flash of magic, he finds a half nude girl with jet black hair, chalk white skin and fangs appearing out of seemingly nowhere in his living room.

She is a Keilari, an exotic offshoot of the vampire species, neither male nor female but a mix of both. She has had many owners over the many generations the book has existed. All of them tortured and abused her, seeing her as nothing but a pet or toy. Submissive and quiet as she might be, she holds no love for any member of the human species. Still she must obey and comply with her master's desires.

But she has never had a master like Christopher who honestly wants no part of this crazy situation, much less be anyone's master. But he may not have a choice in the matter and to make matters worse, every owner has died very shortly after coming into possession of the book...

Stories of The Relic: The Book of Keilari - Prologue

By Alexander Kung

Bell Air 1991

Michael Sanderson considered himself a man of wealth and taste, The ultimate connoisseur of the finer things in life. Born into an immensely wealthy family, he truly felt he was entitled to the very best, because he could afford to.

“I’m a Sanderson” he chuckled to himself as he walked about his grand estate, “I deserve nothing but the best!”

Opening a secret door,he made his way down toward a private basement, relishing his dirty little secret. Taking each step with anxious anticipation, he could only imagine the fun he would have today.

Wealth was fine enough but it was remarkably boring. What he craved, like many people in his position was power. For most that was a high ranking job or political office, but that was far to pedestrian for him

No for him it, was power over a person ,control and dominance over women to be exact. Oh sure, he could pay a few prostitutes to play the part but that was so far beneath him. It was ridiculous to have to deal with absurd safe words and silly things like personal safety. Worse yet it wouldn’t be real, just childish role play really. No, wanted it to be real, he craved it, he needed it and he deserved it.

He caressed the large leather bound book he had tucked under his arm ever so lovingly. It was a marvelous find, worth every penny he spent on it. He had heard the legend of course, who hadn’t in the circles he traveled in? A live in the flesh Keilari vampire, the ultimate slave. Had he not seen her with his own eyes he wouldn’t have believed it!

She was everything he dreamed she would be, submissive and obedient with just a hint of defiance in her eyes to make it that much enjoyable. She was by far superior to human slaves that broke so easily. With her he never had to pay her, never had to apologize to her and even better…never had to hold back

She healed at a remarkable rate, a fact proven when he broke her fingers slowly one by one and even cut off her thumbs with a pair of gardening shears. By the next morning they were in perfectly fine condition as if nothing had happened.

Her screams were a delicious honey to his ears. Last night was especially wonderful as he tried that new trend on her, body piercing. The best screams were when he slowly pierced her nipples….It just gave him shivers to think about.

According to the legend there was an idiotic curse about the previous owners dying early but that was just pure nonsense. Maybe it was because they unable to handle what they had, because they were weak. Of course, that was it! But he was different, he was stronger, he knew that he was. He had her barely a month and she was under his total and complete control.

As he entered the basement he almost immediately noticed she wasn’t where he normally had her chained down. Reaching for the light switch, flicked the switch up and down but it was no use the light wouldn’t come on. As he walked into the dark basement almost arrogantly without a hint of fear, he licked his lips in delight as he wondered what punishment he’d inflict on her for her defiance

“You’re only making it worse for yourself” Michael Sanderson yelled with authority “ Now get out here where I can see you!”

A broken spiked collar slid into view from the shadows. Bending down to pick it up, he realized far too late that he had just sealed his fate. She was fast, in a half of a heartbeat she was on him. Leaping out of the shadows, she grabbed him hard him by the throat and lifted him off his feet with inhuman strength.

She slowly squeezed, thoroughly enjoying seeing his eyes bulge out as he gasped for air. A wry fanged grin covered her face as he actually had his nerve to try to beg for mercy. It was typical of these cowardly humans she thought. With a simple twist of her wrist she ended his life, breaking his neck with a sickening wet snap.

Dropping his limp body on the floor by the stairs, she tearfully wondered if her suffering was finally over. She wondered if that she’d finally be free of this horrid curse she had to endure for hundreds of years.

As her former master’s heart finally stopped beating, the broken collar on the floor started to emit an throbbing eerie glow. It slid across the floor repairing itself as it did so. It then floated off the floor for a second before flying across the room the room and violently reattached itself around her neck. As she struggled with it, the book opened on its own accord behind her. She let out a desperate scream as she was sucked into its flipping pages.

Soon all was quiet as the book floated into a nearby box awaiting its next owner

~O~

San Francisco 2010

Christopher Kagawa scoffed as he walked past the large billboard on his way home. It read: By bestselling author Chris Tome, the latest in book the popular Dark Fathoms series; Blood rain.

“Boy, they’re shoving that damn book down everyones throat” thought Christopher as continued on home “It’s not even remotely good”

He should know, he was Chris Tome. The enigmatic reclusive author of the highly popular Dark Fathoms’ series of books. He sighed in frustration at the fact the book was out at all. He had worked tirelessly for over two years on that damn book. Then between the various rewrites, editing, condensing and of course the ever present executive meddling from the higher ups at agency, they completely shit all over his hard work The book was now nothing like what he originally wrote, instead completely changed to appease the general masses. Needless to say Chris was pissed

“You have to think from our end” his agent tried to explain “Dark Fathoms is a money maker and we needed to make sure Blood Rain appealed even to the lowest common denominator. Don’t take it personally, it's just sound business”

“Yeah, of course” thought Chris “That's what it was always about,right? Money and appealing to the general idiotic masses”

Chris had started to really despise people. He could count on one hand the few persons he did like, but people, in general he started to greatly dislike. People as mass organism will sway and bend to whatever way the popular wind was blowing. Thinking for yourself? That’s sooo last century!

The mass organism of people have and always will have hypocritical shifting morality, intolerance to anything not in the current norm, and will always be two faced. Always !

He didn’t always feel that way. When Dark Fathoms hit the shelves, Chris was lauded as a literary genius. But as the book gained popularity, so did the hate. Soon he was no longer a genius but an untalented hack. The book still sold well but with each addition to the series brought even more hate, soon it began to become too much. So he started hating them back.

Opening the door to his large loft apartment, he stepped inside and took a deep breath. He had to admit, one of the perks of being a bestselling writer was being able to live well. Not too shabby for a kid that grew up dirt poor in the foster system.

Walking into the kitchen, he unpacked his groceries. A small little meow was heard as a tiny kitten walked into view.

“Hello Kimari!” Chris said “Did you miss me?”

The little kitten purred and rubbed up against his leg as if it was answering him. The kitten was given to him by his neighbor, Denise, one of the rare people he liked. It helped relive the loneliness that he sometimes felt in his life. But most of the time he liked his solitude. And this little kitten was a lot better than people were

Petting the kitten on the head and giving it some food, he went to answer the phone that had been ringing nonstop since he entered the apartment.

Picking up the phone he already knew who was on the other line, His literary agent. And no, he was not on his people he liked list. This guy dwelled more in deep bowls of the shit list. When he first started shopping around Dark Fathoms, this agent was the only bite at the time. But one of the first things he did after signing a contract was to give him a pen name, Chris Tome

“Christopher baby,” he explained “You gotta understand how the business works, your name is just too ethnic for mass appeal”

“What the fuck was too ethnic?” Chris thought “Now, going around pounding a gong where ever I go while wearing a kimono and eating everything with a fucking pair of chopsticks, that might be too ethnic”

“Chris, Baby!” his agent said “It doesn’t look like Blood Rain is selling as well hoped it would, and the critics are taking a shit all over it”

“I can’t imagine why” Chris said sarcastically

“Look, i told you it was business, nothing personal!We took a risk and it failed”

“Who the fuck is we? You and your damn agency take my book that I spent two years of my life on,” Chris said growing angrier “ FUCK IT UP AND DUMB IT DOWN AND I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO TAKE IT PERSONAL!?!?

“I can see your upset but honestly that’s in the past” said the agent dismissively “What we need to talk about is a new book, something to ignite a new trend.”

“Well I have been working on something” said Chris

“Really? That’s terrific!” said the agent excited “I’ll set up the meeting with the publishers…. “

“No, you won’t….” said Chris flatly “ Because I have no intentions of giving it to you”

“But the contract..”

“Was for the Dark Fathoms series only” Chris said coldly “Which you guys totally fucked up! I’m not giving you guys another chance to mess up my work”

“I know you’re upset but this time will be different” pleaded the agent

“You damn right it will be” said Chris “because you’re fucking fired”

“But, you cant….”

“Nothing personal, Just business” smiled Chris as he hung up the phone "Damn that felt good!"

Sitting down at his desk he fired up his computer and opened the word processing program….

There was no new book, just two words “She was…” and that’s it. As the cursor flashed, almost mocking him, he turned to look at a picture he always had on his desk.

A rare warm smile appeared on his face as picked up the small framed picture. In the picture was a rotund older black man in a Hawaiian shirt and a baseball cap with a neatly trimmed white beard and the biggest wide smile you'd ever want to see on a person. Beside him was a Japanese kid about 13 years old with an equally wide grin holding a large fish.

“I wish you were still around, Moedie” Chris said sadly "I definitely could use some advice right now"

Setting the picture back down and turning off the computer, he went back into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of rum

“Hey Kimari” Chris said taking a swig “I think it’s time to celebrate, so let’s get shit faced!”

~O~

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Chris groaned as he cracked his eyes open. Yeah, he was a fucking lightweight. One stinking bottle of rum and he was definitely paying for it the next morning. The knocks at the door echoed even harder against his throbbing head.

“Who the hell is stupid enough to bug me at…” he thought looking groggily at his clock “...the crack of noon!?”

Painfully getting up from his bed, he went and to the door preparing to give whoever was pounding his door a though tongue lashing. Grasping the doorknob he yanked it open in sheer annoyance

“Hiya, Chris-tee- feer” said sugary sweet melodious sing song voice “How are you today?”

It was Denise, his next door neighbor. She was the the ultimate walking contradiction. Being a self-employed fetish photographer, she certainly lived the life style. Her bright red hair styled in two twin pigtails and her perfectly arched eyebrows and high cheek bones enhanced her already exotic Latina good looks. She was always dressed a mix of leather, latex and whatever else looked sexy. To be honest she looked like a ball breaking bitch of a dominatrix.

But indeed that is where the contradiction really stepped in, because she was the most utterly cheerful and sickeningly sweet girl he had ever met, almost to an annoying degree. It was as if someone had transplanted the dna of a hyperactive care bear into her.

He had first met her when he first moved into the loft and due to the idiot mailman mixing up their mail, she quickly deduced he was in fact Chris Tome; whom she was a big fan of. From then on, she had took it upon herself to involve herself into his life as his unofficial personal assistant. At first maybe, it was because he was Chris Tome, but later it was just because she felt the recluse could use a friend.

She truly meant well, but more often than not her antics caused more than few headaches for him. Such as the horrific blind date she set up that almost made him hang himself. Still, her sweet bubbly and almost innocent nature was only reason he didn’t tell her to fuck off and die as he did to many of the other members of the human species.

“*Sigh* What do you want Denise?” Chris said painfully

“Just checking up on you to see if you’re doing okay” Denise said cheerfully “Haven’t you been watching tv? Blood Rain got destroyed by the critics, even Oprah says it sucks”

“Yeah, well I didn’t write it for that fat bitch” said Chris dryly “I don’t own a tv any more, remember I gave it to you? Besides that shit’ll rot your brain”

“Oh, cheer up you sour puss!” said Denise “Are you sure you don’t need one of my tampons?”

“Is there a reason you’re bugging me?” Chris in annoyance “Or did you just come to my door to tell me what I already know and to imply that I’m flowing heavy.”

“Well the mail came and some of your stuff got mixed with mine… again” Denise said “Let’s see, two royalty checks and ooooooooh, a large package in a plain brown box. Are things so bad that we have to resort to the old five knuckle now?”

“Thank you, Denise” growled Chris snatching his mail from her “There is only one depraved sex pervert in this building and I’m looking at her! Besides, since when do lesbians know about the 5 knuckle?”

“I happen to be bi, you moron!” said Denise “And I’m not a pervert, I’m just very comfortable with my sexuality”

“And taking weird pictures of models wearing latex and simulating sex acts with all four basic food groups is called?”

“It’s called art!” Denise said defensively “Don’t give me a bad time about it, work has been slow and my damn camera broke”

“*sigh* Turn around” Chris said

“What? Why?"

“Just turn the hell around!” said Chris using her back to write on something “Here, buy a new camera”

“Dude….This is your royalty check from Blood Rain” said Denise in shock “I..I can’t accept this”

“Correction” said Chris flatly “That is a payoff for that unreadable drek that they decided to slap my pen name to. I don’t want it so I’m signing it over to you. Cash it or shred it,I really don’t care!”

“You are so awesome!” said Denise taking the check and giving him a quick hug “So are you going to tell me what’s in the box?”

“Uh…no!” said Chris slamming the door in her face

“You know, if you were anyone else, I’d be inclined to think you were an asshole!” she yelled at the door

“I AM AN ASSHOLE AND DAMN PROUD OF IT!” came a yell from the other side “NOW GET LOST!”

With an almost comedic humph, she walked away from his door with a small smile on her face

“An asshole huh? Yeah right” she thought “Assholes don’t give their friends a $50,000 royalty check without even blinking”

~0~

It was late at night and Chris still couldn’t sleep. Sitting at his desk, he stared at his computer screen still unable to overcome the metal blocks that hindered his writing. As the blinking cursor mocked him, rubbed his head in frustration, not even his tried and true muses were working this time.

It was a trick he picked up from Moedie, using old books to gain inspiration. Lining his walls were various first editions and handwritten books written by the great authors and thinkers of times past. From Hemingway to Salinger and all the way to Nietzsche and Machiavelli, the books provided a link of sorts to the past that he could draw from.

But tonight they were no help what so ever, as if the old masters were somehow punishing him for compromising his ideals in letting Blood Rain be published. Even if he had nothing to do with that end, it was as they were saying “You’re on your own now”

Sighing he slid his old books back into their display cases. Turning back to the screen, there the words were “She was…”. He could never seem to get past the two words. It was irritating the hell out of him.

Just as he was about to turn off the computer and settle in for the night, his eyes fell on the package he received earlier in the day. Opening it, he was surprised to see that it was the book he won in an online auction. Talk about speedy delivery. It was barely $100 and he was the only bidder but something told him that it was special somehow. Inside the box was a note:

Dear Mr. Kagawa,
Congratulations on your winning bid on our online auction. Enclosed with your purchase is a certificate of authenticity.

Unfortunately there is not much known about this book other than it being roughly about 500 to 700 years old. It was previously held in a private collection of one Mr. Michael Sanderson and came to us via estate sale about 2 years ago.

As for the author and subject of the book in question, I couldn’t tell you as its written in a language I have never seen before. The illustrations are ….Interesting to say the least. Obviously for an acquired taste other than my own as I couldn’t go past the first few pages without getting sick to my stomach. However to each their own I guess.

Regardless, I hope you enjoy your purchase and we look forward to your future patronage

Jessie Taylor

The Relic

Tyson’s Cove California

Ah yes the kid from the little store he visited on one of his many travels. Good enough kid but just too damn nice for his own good. He could remember when he used to be like that. But with the world as nasty as it was, it would eat that kid up if he didn’t toughen up.

“Here I am talking like a crotchety old man” Chris thought “I’m barely 23”

Snapping on a pair of latex gloves, he gingerly removed the book from the box. The kid must have been smoking something fierce, because there was just no way in hell that this book was that old. It was in just too good of condition to be. The blood red stained leather cover was perfectly soft and pliable, the pages were still flexible and smooth. He knew from experience owning old books, that even babied perfectly taken care of books, do not look this good.

Still it was just a 100 dollars and obviously he was still a stupid kid in training, so he was willing to over look this without making any trouble for him. Besides it was a really unusual book anyway even if it wasn’t old. Opening the book, he notice that there was indeed writing he had never seen before. It was a mishmash of symbols, glyphs, and gibberish.

Hmmm, Michael Sanderson why did that name sound so familiar. Oh yeah, the rich televangelist they found dead and stark fucking naked at the bottom of his basement/sex dungeon all those years ago. The scandal was before his time but even when he was a kid everyone still talked about it. Hell there was even a school yard rhyme about it. How did it go again? Oh yeah:

Sanderson, Sanderson was a dirty old man. Was found dead with his dick in his hand. Walking down the hall while pulling his pud. Then he fell down the stairs and landed with a thud.

Chris laughed at the irony. It was no surprise to him that that a televangelist would own a book like this or have a sex dungeon. It just solidified his view of humanity even more. It’s funny how those that those quick to condemn people to hell are not only the ones going themselves but probably the first one there to open the gates.

Shaking his head, he washed the thought out of his mind, he had better to do that to waste thoughts on stuff like that. He had a book to write

Turning the page he saw the first of many illustrations. It was a naked girl ,no more than about 19 he guessed, strapped to a large x surrounded by various people in 15th century clothing. Sometime around the Italian Renaissance he guessed. The black and white illustrations were remarkable, almost photographic. The girl was intriguing to say the least…….

Moving back to the keyboard, Chris cracked his knuckles and started to type as he looked at the illustration. He just might have beaten this writer block thing yet.

“She was intriguing to say the least.” He typed “She had a..dafghuiiphuipd;fbgjipqghbujvbmghbru”

Looking down he saw Kimari, making himself good and comfortable on his keyboard. The little kitten always did that when wanted attention.

“Not now! I’m working” said Chris gently scooting the kitten off and placing him on the floor “I’ll play with you later”

Undeterred the kitten hopped back on the desk which wasn’t a good time to do so as Chris was just turning the page of the book. The slight jolt of surprise caused him to cut his finger on the page,slicing right through the gloves making him drip blood all over the pages.

"Kimari! Now look what you made me do!” Chris said simultaneously trying to bandage his finger and wipe the blood off the book “I hope this….

His words were cut short as the book slammed itself shut. His eyes grew big as the book started to slowly spinning as it emitted an otherworldly glow. It then rose off the off the desk floating in the air.

“What the fuck?” Chris thought in slack jawed awe “This...This isn’t possible”

A tendril of red colored energy shot out from the book, wrapping around his right wrist. Chris screamed in pain as it seared his flesh. The pain was agonizing, dropping him to the floor as his eyes clamped shut. The book wasn’t done yet, it continued to spin faster and faster before erupting in a blinding white flash. Its job seemingly done, it then fell harmlessly to the floor.

Groaning Chris slowly picked himself off the floor, wondering just what in the hell just happened. Taking quick look at his wrist, he noticed he had been branded somehow. It didn’t hurt all that much anymore, but it was still disturbing none the less. On his inner wrist was a well detailed looking Bat bound by a chain that wrapped all the way around his wrist.

But was completely and utterly disturbing was what was on the floor. It wasn’t there before, he was more than sure of it. But it was there now.

“Holy SHIT!” Chris blurted out in a slight panic “I’m the Japanese OJ”

On the floor was a motionless half naked girl. Her skin was chalk white pale with long raven black hair down to her back which had a large bat tattoo similar to what was on his wrist. She wore nothing but a spiked collar around her neck and what looked like a leather chastity belt. She was filthy, covered in dirt and grime but at the same time she looked kind of sexy.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Chris said to himself “It’s bad enough there’s a dead girl on your floor without delving into those kind of thoughts. What the hell am I going to do! I can’t go to jail, my ass is too cute!”

Pacing quickly back and forth he desperately tried to calm himself down.

“Okay, Chris” he said to himself “ You are many things, an anti social asshole misanthrope bastard, that a complete given. No argument there. But you are not a murderer! And besides she might not even be dead…”

He slapped his head in realization that he didn’t even check for a pulse. Leaning down to check on her, he sighed in relief as he saw her bare chest rise and fall as breathed softly. He blushed softy as looked away, not exactly used to being around women so…naked.

Averting his attention to her face, he had to admit she was quite beautiful. She looked just like the……. girl in the book. No this wasn’t possible….As he slowly reached out to touch her face, her hand slapped it away as her eyes snapped open. Chris gulped as he looked into them, they were beautiful a purplish blue but they weren’t human. The cat like pupils were a sure sign of that.

She had such an angry look on her face, growling like a wild animal. The biggest surprise was when she hissed at him. There was no mistaking it, he’d had written about them enough. She had a pair of fangs and she looked like she was well versed in using them

“Oh Fuck she’s a….a Vampire” thought Chris held up his hands showing he meant no harm

As soon as she saw his hands her entire demeanor did a complete 180, acting almost submissive and demurely. Following her eyes, he noticed she was staring right at the symbol that was on his wrist. Was that somehow causing her to change?

"Uh….hi!” Chris blurted out, not exactly knowing what else to say.

Exactly what does one say to a snarling half naked vampire girl covered in dirt and grime?

~O~

She growled in frustration, so this was her new master it seemed. He had the mark so he must be. Strange, that he was so young, but then again they were all young compared to her. Still this one was far younger than any of her former masters, a baby really.

She tilted her head in curiosity as she looked at him, He was strange looking to her. His spiked looking black hair with red highlights was cut short, almond shaped eyes that were a very light brown, and dressed in very strange looking clothing. A top with no sleeves (tank top) and trousers that stopped before his knees (jean shorts).

In another lifetime perhaps she might have found him very handsome despite his strange appearance but he was one of those disgusting humans. Worse yet.. he was her master as the curse demanded. He would be just as cruel and heartless like the others before him were, she sure of it. And he would die just as painfully.

“You’re not going to drink my blood are you? asked Chris

She shook her head quickly no with a look of absolute disgust on her face. While she was a Keilari,and needed occasional feedings, she despised human blood. It tasted sour and rancid, and even if it didn’t, she wanted no part of any human…not anymore

“So you’re not going to hurt me?” he asked

“Only because I can’t at the moment” she thought as she shook her head no “If it wasn’t for this curse, I’d tear you limb from pathetic limb.”

“Not much of a talker are you” Chris finally relaxing “Can you even talk?”

She shook her head no

“But you can understand me right?” said Chris

“Obviously, you stupid imbecile!” she thought as she nodded her head yes

“Okay so you can’t talk but can you write?”

She nodded her head. Of course she could write, she was a Keilari; she was nobility. At least she used to be.

“Wait, right here!” Chris running over to his storage closet

She looked in disgust and slight fear as he went to his obvious torture cabinet. She stiffened in fear as he rummaged through the various items as each one was more scarier then the next. First it was an iron bludgeoning club (metal baseball bat), A giant stabbing spike(basketball pump), flesh biting devices (jumper cables) and the last thing she wasn’t quite sure what it was but she didn’t like the look of it.(scuba gear)

Grabbing a small purple tablet from the scuba gear, he then quickly shoved everything else back into back into the closet and raced back to her. When he found out he wasn’t going to eat him, he felt relived but also excited. A live in the flesh vampire. Perhaps he’d be able to pick her brain before she left, or went back into the book or wherever she went to.

She looked at him very suspiciously. She didn’t know what the little purple thing did but knowing humans it wasn’t good. She was sure of it.

“This is a dive slate” Chris said handing it to her “I used to use this when i used explored underwater caves. You write on it like this and erase it using the lever on the bottom. Here,try it!”

“Stupid! Humans can’t breathe under water” she scoffed “Still this is an odd little device”

It was strange, she’d write with a pen that had no ink and with a flip of the lever the words disappeared. It was kind of fun. Write…*click*…disappear

“Okay” Chris said “Enough playing, I need some answers”

“Ugh, leave it to boring masters to shut down any sort of fun!” she thought “Typical humans, only interested in giving pain!”

“Let’s start with your name” said Chris

“I don’t have one” she wrote “You need to give me one”

“What? Why me?”

“You are my master now” she wrote “ If you want me to have a name, you have to give me one!”

“Whoa Whoa Whoa” Chris said with a cocked eyebrow “Come again? What’s with this master shit?”

“You made the contract when your blood touched the book” she wrote “The mark on your wrist is the proof of contract”

“How long is the this contract?” Chris asked becoming visibly worried, looking at his wrist

“It is a lifetime contract” she wrote

“Or until I’m strong enough to fucking kill your ass” she thought “That can’t happen soon enough”

“Well I have no desire for a slave, so how about this” said Chris “I will emanci….

The mark on his wrist glowed brightly as he dropped to the floor in sheer pain. The vampire smiled slightly as it did so but also seemed a bit confused. Was he really going to free her? No it was a human trick, they’re cruel and deceptive like that.

“A human master cannot break the contract” she wrote “Only a Keilari master can do that“

“What’s a Keilari?” Chris asked painfully “Is that like another name for vampire?”

She huffed in annoyance as if thoroughly offended. He was obviously a baby if he didn’t know what a Keilari was.

“Do not confuse the noble Keilari…” she wrote while glaring at him “With a common vampire. We are very different!”

“Oh yeah? How so?” asked Chris curiously

“We just are!” she wrote looking away angrily; almost pouting with a slight blush

Chris really used to think that idiom of women looking beautiful when they were angry was the dumbest thing he ever heard. But with this girl, it really had some merit to it. She was very distracting, though it might have something to do with her still being topless. His dick didn’t mind as it pressed painfully against his jean shorts.

“Wait right here” said Chris racing to his room

Quickly going through the drawers grabbed the first t-shirt he saw and ran back into the living area. The girl was now on all fours hissing at the kitten, who despite the difference in size was not backing down. With his ears peeled back and shooting back a hiss of his own, the little guy was not about to give up an inch of territory to this weird intruder. Chris stifled a chuckle, because as weird as it looked, it was kind of… cute .

“Kimari, leave her alone” he gently chided patting the kitten on the head

Bored with the game anyway the little kitten trotted off in search of more mischief elsewhere.

“My cat isn’t food, got it?” Chris warned gently to the girl tossing her the shirt “Here put this on”

She looked at the strange piece of cloth in a sort of odd confusion. Having not worn any sort of clothing in a long time, she had no clue as to what it was.

“You don’t know how to put on a t-shirt?” Chris sighed in frustration “Fine, here let me show you”

She sneered as the human took off the top half of his clothing. A baby he might have been but he was in a lot better shape than her other masters. His torso was chiseled quite nicely as if carved from from the finest marble. He had strange black markings on his body not unlike her own. She would almost would be attracted if he wasn’t human. It was a well established fact to her, that humans were cruel, disgusting and distasteful creatures.

“Okay do everything that I do” Chris said demonstrating “Put your arms through the holes like this and slip it over your head like this”

It took a few tries but she eventfully got it, finally covering her generously endowed breasts with the pierced nipples. Not that he didn’t enjoy the view but it was very distracting had he still had tons of questions to ask.

“Okay now that your dressed ..sort of” Chris said not exactly comfortable with any of this “I got a few more questions to ask”

She was highly confused of his inquisitiveness, did he truly not know the rules of the curse? All the other masters did. They were quick to let her know that she was nothing more than their property, and she was sure he’d be no different.
“
Okay where did you come from?” asked Chris

“The book” she wrote

“So you were trapped in the book?”

“Yes” she wrote

“Well now that your free, you can go home now” said Chris “Where do you live?”

“Here” she wrote

“Here in San Fran?” asked Chris “or is it Oakland?”

“What’s San Fran or Oakland?” she thought in confusion “Towns, maybe?”

“No, Right here….with you, my master”

“Hold it… I said you were free to go home” said Chris

“Saying something doesn’t make it so” she wrote “I told you, only a Keilari can release me. I am bound to you for the duration of your life!”

It’s a good thing Moedie was gone now, because Chris could only image his reaction to this crazy ass situation.He could just hear him now:

“What the fuck is wrong with you, boy?! Owning Slaves?!? I ought to kick your little bony ass on general principal alone! I thought I taught you better than that!”

~O~

Chris tossed and turned in his bed. Despite his many attempts to get the girl to leave she wouldn’t, claiming she was bound to the curse of that damn book. She was a defiant and hard headed little shit. He could tell by looking into her eyes she wasn't exactly happy with the situation.

“Well that makes two of us” he thought “I already got one crazy girl trying to intrude in my life I don’t need two”

It wasn’t exactly a situation you could call the cops on. ‘Hello 911? Yeah I got a weird vampire chick who won’t get the hell out of my house! Where did she come from? She magically appeared half naked out of an old book I bought off the internet’ Yeah, that would go over quite well with SFPD

Sighing and getting back up, he went back to the living area. Hitting the light, he noticed her huddled in a corner right where he left her when he stormed out the room in frustration. Annoyed that she wouldn’t just leave he had told her to stay in the spot and not to move. She had complied obediently.

“Hey don’t you sleep?” He asked

“No, I do not!” she wrote glaring at him

“Why not” asked Chris

“I’m not allowed to” she wrote

“Says who?”

“Masters” she wrote

Groaning he went back into his room and grabbed a pillow and a blanket.

“Come here” he said leading her to the couch and setting the pillow on it

“You say I’m your master and that I’m stuck with you right?” he asked her

She nodded as she looked at the floor. She knew it was going to begin, the start of another brutal torturous existence. She knew he’d be no different….

“Until I can figure out what is going on here, I guess have no choice but deal with you” he said roughly “Lie down and put your head on the pillow”

She climbed on the strange piece of furniture fearfully not knowing what sort of horrors he would inflict on her. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of her tears, she wouldn't even scream.

“In this house everyone sleeps, got it?” Chris said spreading the blanket over her

She was really confused now. Just what sort of game was he playing? She yawned trying to fight the heaviness in her eyes. He was a weird master and even weirder human. She didn’t trust him because humans could never be trusted… again…

Chris shrugged as the girl finally closed her eyes and settled into a somewhat peaceful slumber. He on the other hand wasn’t going to be able to sleep. Not with all this crazy shit going on.

Heading back to his computer he turned it on, illuminating the room with a soft glow. He turned to look at his guest on the couch hoping he didn’t disturb her but she was soundly out. Turning his attention back to the screen, he started to type.

“She was a strange but intriguing girl. Where she came from he didn’t know but she stalked him like relentless prey. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that but……”

Chris smiled as his fingers typed rapidly as if of their own admission. He got his mojo back! He was writing….

~O~

From the couch, a tiny clinking sound was heard as a small crack was formed on the girls collar. She slowly opened her right eye ever so slightly. It was no longer a purplish-blue but an evil looking blood red color. A sinister smile appeared on her face for just a moment.

“Soon” she thought evilly before closing her eyes and settling back to sleep………..

Stories of The Relic: The Book of Keilari - Part 2 - The Gift of a name

Christopher Kagawa aka Chris Tome is a 23 year old Award winning best selling novelist with a problem, he has lost his passion for his craft. He lives a lonely and reclusive existence with a growing disdain for the outside world and humanity in general. Magically dropped into his lap is a Keliari, a seemingly female vampire who is now bonded to him via a curse.

By Alexander Kung

San Francisco 2010

Chris rubbed his eyes as turned off his computer. It was a long night but he got a lot done, two full chapters of his new book. It just might be his best one yet, it might be a series but as it was, it was turning out to be good enough to stand on its own.

Looking over his shoulder, he gazed at the strange girl sleeping quite soundly on the couch. He still couldn’t believe all of what happened. Seriously who could? A beautiful yet dirty and grimy half naked vampire girl that just magically appeared in the middle of your living room? Yeah, that’s a common occurrence.

If there was still any doubt about it, he only had to look at his wrist for conformation. Burned into his wrist was ‘masters mark’ as she called it. To be honest he’d be happier if she’d would just go way but unless he could find away to undo the contract he was stuck with her, much to both of their displeasure. However there was unusual up side.

Though he wasn’t much for owning slaves, the situation presented a unique opportunity. How often could you pick a vap….er…a Keilari’s brain for information. Might as well take advantage of the situation until he could break the contract.

“Yeah but how?” he thought as she slicked his hair back in frustration

Looking at the floor he noticed the book she came from. Tentatively he picked it up, even after everything that happened it seemed like a harmless old book. Still the treated it with a bit of apprehension, not knowing what else it was capable of.

“Hey, I already got a girl vampire slave against my will” he thought as he opened the book “What else could possibly happen?”

Turning to the first page he noticed that the symbols, glyphs and gibberish start to glow softly, forming into letters of the English alphabet. Before long everything on the page was completely readable. Picking up a can of energy drink, he took a sip as he started to read, soaking in every word. Maybe this book might shed a bit more light on his unusual house guest.

~O~

Venica, Italy 1491

It was her favorite time of year, Carnival. The only time of year when the boundaries between the social classes disappeared. A time to break free of the silly rules that came with being nobility and just revel in the excitement of the moment.

Dressed in her finest gown and clad with a beautiful golden mask, she fully wanted to take advantage of this wonderful night of fun.She licked her fangs in pure excitement as Carnival held such a magical hold over her. The anonymous nature of the masquerade and the hint of sexual tension in the air appealed to her curious and mischievous nature. This was going to be a night she would remember for a long time.

It was a beautiful night of decadence as the streets were full of men and women in masks dressed in their very best. Venica, while always a beautiful city, during Carnival it was like nowhere else in the known world. Fireworks shot into the sky as wonderful music played in the background. This night made Venica all that much beautiful.

“I think it’s time for a nice hunt!” she thought with a fanged grin as she sniffed the air "And i know just what i want!"

She was a Keliari, pure born Vampire nobility. Her family had came to this place long ago and became one of the more influential families in Italy. Of course, she like the rest of her family had to hide her Keilari nature from the humans. It was as if she had to wear a mask, during her whole existence. But tonight it didn’t matter, that was the good thing about Carnival, tonight she could just be herself.

Catching the right scent she raced over the bridge in search of her prey. He wasn’t hard to find, he was right by the canal, watching the fireworks. She slowly sneaked up behind him, her fangs showing as she drew closer.

“You can’t sneak up on me, Gianetta” said the young man not even turning around to look at her

"How did you know it was me?" she asked sweetly

“A blind man could sense such a beautiful woman as you a mile away” he said looking at her with a charming smile

“You spoil me with your kind words, Niccolo” she said wrapping her arms around his neck, giving him a deep kiss

He was an artist’s apprentice from Florence, far below her station but she didn’t care, she was smitten with him. He was everything she desired in a man. She may have been promised to the son of a noble as was custom but she wanted this common boy. He was exciting, charming and such a wonderful romantic. She was so addicted to his wonderful personality as well as his passionate kisses. He was the only one who she trusted to share her deepest secrets to.

Holding hands, they enjoyed the night away, taking in the sights and even sharing a romantic waltz as the festivities started to wind down.
She couldn’t be happier, being with someone she was madly in love with instead of who she was told she should love.

“Gianetta?” said Niccolo smoothly “Would you think less of me if I asked to make love you tonight? There is no one I would rather be with then you ”

“I…..um…Really?” said Gianetta taken aback “I don’t know…I mean I want to but…”

“Do you not love me?” asked Niccolo

“I do but…” she started

“Then there is nothing left to discuss” said Niccolo taking her by the hand and leading down a dark ally toward his place

Her heart thumped in anticipation as she followed his lead. A boy, a human one at that, wanted her and accepted her. She smiled as she imagined her first time making love with him. Sadly her smile would not last...

Rounding the corner, they ran into a gang of the scariest looking men she had ever seen. She looked to Niccolo for help but she was in for a disturbing shock. Gone was that warm smile of his, replaced with a sinister sneer.

“It took you long enough” said the leader of the gang “Were you having too much fun?”

“Niccolo ,what going on?” asked Gianetta in a pained voice

“What’s going on is, that you are a member of a noble family” said the gang leader tossing Niccolo a pouch of coins“ and they’d pay well to get you back in one piece”

“I thought you loved me!” she screamed at him

“As if I could love a nasty little finocchio like you” he said wiping his mouth and spitting in disgust. “I did this for the money”

“Well, you’ll have plenty of time to count it in hell” she said as her eyes turned bright red in anger and she bared her fangs

With lightning fast speed she made short work of the gang, starting by viciously ripping the leaders arm off and beating him to death with it. The others found similar fates, ripping out their throats, crushing their heads, and tearing off body parts. By the time she was done the gang was a unrecognizable mess, parts of them sticking to the walls of the ally. All but one that is, and she made sure to save him for last

Turning her attention to Niccolo, she growled like a wild animal as she walked toward him. She was a hellish looking sight as her beautiful white gown was torn and stained red with fresh blood. Her face twisted in a mixture of hurt and anger as she locked eyes with him. Cowering on the ground in fear and his trousers wet with urine, Niccolo did what anyone with out options would do, he started to beg.

“Gianetta, please? I'll give you anything you want, just don’t kill me. I'll leave Venica forever, you'll never see me again” he begged tossing her the pouch "Here take the money, it's yours!"

Catching the pouch, she leisurely chucked it over her shoulder. Did he truly think that a pouch of a few measly coins would truly save him? No amount of money was going to buy off her wrath. She didn't know what hurt worse, the fact that he betrayed her or that he had blatantly called her a finocchio in disgust. She had trusted him, confided in him and loved him and she had thought that he was different, that he could have accepted her and loved her too. It was all just a cruel lie

As Tears streamed down her cheeks, she snarled she lifted him off his feet by his throat. No amount of begging was going to save him tonight. She would see to that.

“You said you loved me and like a fool I believed it” she said sadly, obviously hurt

“This was just a misunderstanding I swear” he begged with an obvious lie "I do love you, They....they forced me to bring you here. I...I had no choice"

“I‘m beyond believing your lies. I could tell you how your words and actions made me feel but..." she said, pausing as a cruel smile appeared on her face "But i think it's better to show you"

He watched helplessly as her nails on her free hand grew into razor sharp claws. Plunging her hand into his chest, she brutally ripped out his heart. Forcing him to watch as the life drained from his body, she dropped it to the ground and stomped on it, crushing it with a nasty sounding squish.

Tossing his limp dead body aside, she dropped to her knees sadly, sick and guilt ridden that at all this had to happen this way. As she wallowed in sadness, a heavy black sack was quickly draped over her head as two unnaturally strong arms lifted her up off her feet and whisked her away down the dark ally.

~O~

San Francisco 2010

The girl on the couch yawned and stretched out as she woke from her slumber. It was nice to be able to rest and sleep, her new master was the very first to allow her to do so. Still despite that face she didn’t trust him.

Looking around she saw him at fast asleep at his desk surrounded by a couple of strange glowing squares (lcd monitors). Next to him, under his arm was the book, opened about half way. Could it be he was reading it? None of her other masters ever did, they only used to show it to her to remind her who was in charge and who was the master. She was positive that once he realized what he has, he would be no different.

But now that was the least of her problems at the moment, she needed to go and go badly. Looking under the piece of furniture she was on, she noticed there was no chamber pot. She knew that the master would be very upset if she relieved herself on the furniture. In the dungeons she didn’t need to worry as much because she could let go anywhere. Disgusting? Yes but over the years she had gotten used it.

Doing the potty dance she scanned the room looking for anything that even remotely looked like a chamber pot, finally finding one next to the masters desk.

“Ew, why would he have it so close there?” she thought as she grabbed it “and why is it full of paper?”

Chris woke up to an odd sound. It started with a rustling of paper then it sounded like a stream water hitting something with such a strange tapping noise.

“I swear to god if that is another leak in the roof, I’m going to have someone’s ass” he grumbled opening his eyes."And what the fuck smells like ammonia"

His jaw dropped as he saw his uninvited house guest sitting on his porcelain waste basket and pissing in it like it was the most natural thing in the world to do...in the living room

“What the hell are you doing!?” asked Chris in disbelief

“What does it look like stupid!” she thought as she kept on going

"You have got to be kidding me?" said Chris not exactly knowing what to do

With a swift motion he lifted both her and the waste basket up in one swoop. She gasped at his unexpected action but did not fight him. He noticed that she was remarkably light as he took her to the bathroom. Hitting the light switch and looking to the right, he noticed the first myth of vampires was soundly busted, because he could see her quite clearly reflected in the mirror.

“Okay” he said setting her down and pointing to strange device “That is a toilet, now whenever you need to go, you sit on it and go. When you are done, you press this little lever and it goes away, okay?"

He hit the lever and she jumped back at the noise, not liking the flushing sound. Surely he was joking. That thing was a chamber pot?

“You’ll get used to it” said Chris turning on the water to the bathtub “Now, water won’t hurt a Keilari will it?"

She shook her head no as she looked in complete fascination as the water came from the faucet. It was strange to her, she never saw water come out of the wall before.

“Well since I have to deal with you for the time being” said Chris “ I want you to take a bath because you’re covered filth and no offense you stink.”

She glared at him as she felt truly insulted. Looking in the mirror, the first time in many year,s she almost started to cry as she realized how pathetic and horrible she looked. She looked like a complete mess

“Wait here, i have to get a few thing and do something with this” said Chris as he left the bathroom with the waste basket "ugh that shit is foul!"

Going out on the back porch he dumped out the offending waste basked and set it upside down to dry. He then returned quickly with her diving slate, some soap and some clothing. Her heart jumped into her throat as she saw something else.. pair of shears. Screaming loudly in fear, she huddled in the corner sitting on her fingers. She knew he couldn’t be trusted. He just wanted to hurt her just like everyone else did.

“Hey hey hey” said Chris gently confused by her reaction “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise”

“I dont believe you! Why do you have a pair of shears then?” she wrote with a shaky hand

“Oh, these?” he said holding up the heavy shears “Well I noticed you have that leather underwear on, I thought it would be a bit comfortable for you if we got it off before you took your bath”

“It is a chastity belt” she wrote "It has a lock and it wont come off!"

“I think I know how to get around that. Look, I promise I won’t hurt you” said Chris “If you're embarrassed, I promise won’t look either but we need to get it off. All that metal on that leather will mess up the bathtub. Now hold still and let me get that off.”

Her eyes slowly followed him as he walked toward her, she didn't trust him but the curse forced her to obey him. He was surprisingly gentle as he helped her to her feet and raised her arms above her head. He had to admit she had a very nice body, though it was too bad he was so terrible around women.

The chastity belt was indeed locked as she said it was but it was a crappy design that was easily circumvented by sniping it in two places. When he grabbed his shears, she held her breath fearfully, the shears were so close and worse what if he found out? The last master cut off her thumbs, she truly feared what this new one would do...

He made the two cuts and tried to slide it down but it wouldn't move the leather away. He had no idea how long she had this thing on but it had to have been a bit as was stuck to her. If he couldn't slide it of maybe he could peal it off. Pulling gently but forceful it started to give.

“What the hell?” said Chris as she whimpered in slight pain “What sick fucking shit invented this?”

On the inside of the chastity belt were hundreds of razor sharp spikes that dug into deep into her skin. Poor thing, those former masters of hers were real bastards. What the hell were they doing to her? What could she have possibly done to deserve getting this put on her? No doubt about it now, it has to come off of her. Leaving it on would be too cruel.

“Now this is going to hurt a bit but we have to get this off okay?” said Chris gently "okay, on three. 1…2..

With a quick tug he pulled both pieces apart as she yelped in pain. To his surprise, the many small wounds healed up almost instantaneously. Though he promised not to look, curiosity got the better of him and he sneaked a small peak which tuned into a large wide eyed peak.

"Whoa!" said Chris not exactly knowing what else to say

Between her legs was a small 4 inch penis and a vagina. But it didn’t seem out of place on her fully feminine body, in fact as strange as it sounded it looked pretty feminine. Fully embarrassed, she turned bright red as she quickly covered herself giving him an icy glare. She was upset but not at all surprised that he didn't keep his word. He was human after all. Know that he knew it was all going to change now, she was certain of it.

“Um here you go” he said regaining his composure and handing her a bar of soap “Make sure you wash up good and get behind the ears”

She said nothing except giving him a colder glare while taking the soap from him. Taking the obvious hint, he spun around and got out of the bathroom

As he left and shut the door, she hopped into the tub. The warm water felt heavenly as she scrubbed herself . She thought about her new master, he really was strange. Her last master put her in the belt because he hated looking at her thing, he said it was disgusting. But Her new one seemed shocked but not exactly repulsed by it. She wondered why...

~O~

Hearing the splashing coming from the bathroom he couldn’t help but smile a bit. She was turning into quite the water bug. Another vampire myth busted it seems because she was having a ball in the bath tub.

“Well that was… an interesting discovery” thought Chris as he rummaged through the kitchen cupboards “I wonder if all Keliari are intersexual like that?”

He was very confused when reading the book because Niccolo called Gianetta an finocchio, the Italian epithet word for fag. Is it possible that she the really the girl described in the book?

If what he read was true she was around since 15th century, which explained her certain child like behaviors. Being thrust in the 21st century it must have been an extreme culture shock for her. But he believe that she would adapt, she seemed pretty smart.

“What the hell would a Keilairi eat?” thought Chris “Ugh, She’s a vampire you dumbass! What the hell do you think she eats? Now how the hell am I going to get any sort of blood at this hour? Wait a minute….”

Grabbing to the yellow pages, he hoped it fit her palette because it was going to be expensive.

“Oh I hope they’re still in business” he thought as he dialed the number to a Vietnamese hole in the wall restaurant. The hole in the walls were the best as they let the good food speak volumes rather than a mass adverting blitz

“Thank for you calling A Dong Restaurant, will you be dining in or having um, like take out?” said the the girl on the other end in a surfer girl voice

“Gotta love San Francisco.” snickered Chris as he placed an order “ It will be to go, one order of beef noodle soup and 2 orders of tiết canh”
“
Um dude… we don’t like sell tiết canh” said the girl on the other line “ You know,Health regulations and all that shit”

“I know you guys make it, come on don't bullshit me!” said Chris “Look, since you guys can’t officially sell it, how about you give it to me for free and I pay you the gas and delivery charge for your trouble”

“How much?” asked the girl

“How does $250 sound?” said Chris

He heard a rapid exchange of Vietnamese in the back ground and a few seconds later the girl came back on the other end

“It’ll be there in about 15 minutes, three orders of beef noodle soup”

“Wait a minute I ordered ….

“You ordered 3…beef ..noodle ..soup.” said the girl “Got it?”

“Yep” said Chris finally getting it

“Thank you for your business, dude!" said the girl" And remember, when you want something good and warm in your mouth, think of A Dong”

Chris nearly dropped the phone from laughing so hard

~0~

The water was starting to get cold as the girl stepped out. For the first time in a long time she felt like a noble rather than an object. Drying her body off with a towel she put on the strange clothing left for her by her master. Normally a noble women wouldn’t be caught dead in a pair of top and trousers (soft wool pajamas) but they felt so good and soft.

Walking out of the bathroom she peered around the corner as he was at the door exchanging pieces of paper for two bags. Her eyes narrowed as she wondered what was in the bags.

“Probably something bad” she thought as he walked into the kitchen

Her stomach growled as she silently followed him into the kitchen. Looking at the floor she spied a bowl of food. Her heart dropped as she saw it, knowing that he was indeed no different than all the others. He saw her as nothing more than an animal. Dropping to all fours she crawled toward the small bowl sadly.

“What are you doing?” asked Chris “That’s the cats food!”

“Of course it was!” she thought “All the masters beasts eat better than me”

“Get off the damn floor” he said pulling her off the floor and setting her at the table "You just took a bath and you don't need to get dirty again"

She glared at him as she just knew he would just eat in front of her while her stomach growled. She felt so weak as she needed to feed. It hurt so bad.

Putting a bowl into a strange black box (microwave) and pressing a few buttons, is wasn't long before she noticed a very familiar aroma that filling the air. Her pain started to grow worse as the smell got stronger. The bastard was toying with her! Pulling the bowl out she saw the steam rising from it. He blew on it just a bit as he brought it to the table.

If it wasn't for the curse she would have beaten him within an inch of his life with the chair she was sitting on and took the bowl from him. She wasn't expecting what he would do next....

“I didn’t know what Keilari ate so I made a guess and ordered something special for you” said Chris sliding the bowl to her with a spoon “I hope you like it because it was very expensive”

Looking at the bowl and then at him incredulously, she wondered what his game was.

"It's okay! Go on eat" Chris chided

Not needing to be told twice, she dug in with gusto. Forgoing all basic noble manners, she grabbed the bowl by the sides and drank with a loud slurp. It it was as good as it smelled, a very strong fowl like flavor.

“It’s called tiết canh” said Chris as if reading her mind “Raw duck blood soup”

Chris looked on while eating his soup. She was something else, in just the past few hours, she soundly busted quite a few of the set in stone vampire rules. Mirror rule- Busted, Water Rule- Busted, Undead Rule, well considering she could breathe and piss that might be busted too. Obviously the invite rule is shot to hell as well.

Watching her feed was sort of interesting though. While not the over dramatic and highly sexualized depictions you'd see in the movies whenever a girl vampire would feed, he had to admit there was something very erotic about how she ate. It didn't hurt that when cleaned up she was quite the looker, very exotic looking and even in a pair pj's he could tell she had a nice body.

As she finished off the bowl, she was found herself quite full and satisfied. The blood soup really hit the spot. She grabbed her dive slate and began writing..

“Thank you master” she wrote “I really needed that, I was so hungry”

“It was nothing” scoffed Chris “And my name isn’t master, its Christopher or Chris for short”

“But you are my master!” she wrote “ I cannot call my master by their given name”

“Says who?” said Chris crossing his arms "What kind of stupid rule is that?"

“All the other masters had the rule” she wrote

“Well, I'm not them. So from here on out...” said Chris “I would prefer if you call me Chris”

“As you wish” she wrote “Chris”

“Now what do I call you? According to the book, there’s someone by the name of Gianetta. Is that you?”

She looked down at her feet and nodded her head. It had been a long time since she had been called that name.

“Well then how about I call you that or Gia for short then?” said Chris “It sounds a lot better than ‘hey you’“

“Gia is fine” she wrote

“Okay well,now that you're clean and fed why don't you go back to bed, it’s still late” said Chris yawning while looking at the clock “ Damn it's 3 in the morning? Hey before you go i got a question,how often do you need to feed on blood?”

Sitting on the couch she got comfortable and covered up. Grabbing the dive slate, she started scribbling

“Once a fortnight” she wrote

“Good to know” he said as went to his bedroom before shutting off the light “Get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow and i'm sure to have more questions”

She yawned as she settled back to sleep. She still didn’t know what to think about the new master, Christopher. He was so confusing and strange so unlike any of the other masters. Still he was human and who know what cruelty lied underneath the thin veil of his so called kindness. Humans could change at the drop of a hat and it was only a matter of time before he would show his true colors.

*clink*

Another small crack appeared in her collar as her eyes turned blood red again. An evil sinister smile appeared on her face as got up from the couch. Feeding was not just a way to sate her hunger but it also allowed her to use her vampiric powers. Turning into a mist she floated her way to his room, slipping under the locked door.

While still under the curse of the book, she couldn’t bring any harm to him yet. Still, It was important to know her enemy. Forming back into her normal voluptuous body at the foot of his bed, she found him fast asleep.

“Well, Christopher” she thought ”Let’s see what type of disgusting person you really are”

Taking a slender finger, she touched his forehead and disappeared entering his mind…..

Stories of The Relic: The Book of Keilari - Part 3 - The Boy Nobody Wanted

Gia's short trip through Christopher's mind yields a few things she didn't expect. Could it be she was be wrong about him?

By Alexander Kung

San Francisco 2010 —Chris’ Mind

Mind walking was one of the most dangerous of Keliari skills if the mind was a chaotic one. However, Gia felt the risk was well worth it, if only to prove to herself that Christopher was just as bad as all the others that possessed the book.
Her skills a bit rusty from lack of use, she appeared 4 feet in the air higher than she wanted and promptly landed on her ass on the hard ground below. Dusting herself off, she found herself in a mist filled forest, just before dawn. Making her way through the moss colored trees, she came upon a wide clearing. There she saw her, a pale girl just like her with long fangs sitting on a log , crying inconsolably. She didn’t even try to run or hide as the sun started to rise. As soon as the rays hit the girl,she burst into flames screaming in pain as she combusted into a pile of ash. Her remains were then blown softly away by the morning wind.

“That doesn’t happen!” she thought as the sun’s rays hit her “What kind of idiotic memory is this?”

The morning sun started to turn her blood red eyes back to a purple blue with rounded pupils and caused her fangs to retract leaving her quite human looking. The Sun only weakened her vampiric powers and overall look to blend in with society during the day. Obviously a noble that only came out at night would arouse some sort of suspicion

Still since the sun was only imaginary, she was able to keep her powers and find a door out of this memory. Opening a small rift, she walked though finding herself in a grand hallway with doors that lead on to infinity. Taking a look back at the door she came out of, she noticed a sign that read ‘Dark Fathoms Book 1’

“So, he’s an Author” she thought, glad that she could feel her body changing back, she despised looking human anymore “That explains his stupid ignorance of Keliari or vampires. We burn in the daylight indeed, what utter stupid nonsense.”

As she explored the hallway, she found that his mind was quite tidy as every door had a label and painstakingly organized. Though she wasn’t at all surprised because he seemed the meticulous type. Her eyes narrowed as she finally saw the door she was looking for, marked “Sexual fantasies”.

“Of course” she smiled as she turned the knob “Now I’ll prove that you are no better than the ones before you!”

Whatever horrible thing she was expecting, she was in for a bit of disappointment because it just wasn’t there. There were no dark and damp dungeons, no helpless women tied up and brutalized. No horrible bloody scenes of violence or sadism. If fact there really wasn’t much but a large room filled with a thick purple fog. It had an odd smell, which she recognized as doubt and uncertainty. Taking a deep breath she blew the fog away leaving the area clear.

From the darkness appeared three beds each with a version of Chris very much naked. On the first bed was of Chris making love to a woman she had never seen before. She was so beautiful looking with her hair styled in two red pigtails. The sex was a little rough looking but she saw that the girl was enjoying it immensely, moaning quite loudly as he thrust into her harder and faster while she dug her long nails into his back.

The second bed was him with….herself?!? Humph as if she would ever willingly let a disgusting human touch her in such a way. Still curiosity got the better of her as he looked on, noticing that he wasn’t even close to being brutal with her. Instead he very soft and tender with her, nuzzling her neck and whispering softly in her ears as she giggled shyly while sitting on his lap. As his strong hands massaged her breasts, she gently caressed his cheek, turning her head slightly to kiss him. She noticed that he didn’t seem to be bothered in the least that she was…different.

“Is…this what he dreams about?” she thought in disbelief

The third was all three of them together. She saw the fantasy version of herself and the unknown girl sharing a deep loving tongue kiss before each giving Chris the same kind of kiss. They then pushed him down on his back, cuddling and resting their heads on his chest.

“My two beautiful princesses” said the fantasy Chris while lovingly playing their hair. He smiled warmly as they both closed their eyes and sighed in satisfaction

Typical male fantasy, two girls at once. Still she had to admit prior to her curse that she had entertained the thought of being with a woman but that was before she saw how distasteful humans were. Just as things were starting to get interesting the fog returned, filling the room and causing everything to disappear with as sad sigh echoed in the nothingness

“Yeah like that would ever happen!” said a disembodied but sad sounding voice which she recognized as Christopher’s “I’m not setting myself up for any heart break”

Leaving the room, she shut the door behind her as a slight blush formed on her face at what she saw. Returning to the hallway, she found herself really conflicted. He was a human and while kind of a grouchy one, he was not even close to being cruel. In fact in here in here he seems so sad and distant.

Perhaps delving a bit farther back might shine a light on his nature. Walking deeper down the hall, she ventured back to the memories of his earlier days. Choosing a door, she opened it and stepped inside not sure what she would see…

~O~

Sacramento California- 1999

Christopher Kagawa’s life as a kid wasn’t an easy one. For as long as he could remember he was bounced from foster home to foster home. Some nice and some not so nice. Either way he always got sent back into the system. Good for a paycheck but not quite enough to keep. In time it convinced him that he was somehow damaged goods, something nobody wanted.

He had just got released from the hospital after a vicious beating by his latest foster father. It had been going on for a while until he decided to fight back but a 12 year old had no chance of winning a fight with a 35 year old man. Though the official story is he fell down the stairs, the fist marks on his body said otherwise.

Still due to Christopher’s attitude and demeanor, he was labeled as a trouble maker and gave his social worker massive headaches as she had a hard time finding anyone who was willing to take him in.

“Christopher!” She said “I know you’ve been though a lot but you have to get that attitude of yours in check or you’ll never placed anywhere permanently“

“Oh sure, blame the kid” said a 12 year old Chris with two black eyes “I guess it couldn’t be you placing me with sugar ray redneck who used me as a punching bag or the damn family that felt that I didn’t match their ideal of the American family and promptly sent me back when a nice lighter skinned kid became available. And let’s not forget about Mr touchy Feely, but look on the bright side, he now can pee around corners. ”

“Christopher enough!” said the social worker “I admit I’ve made mistakes….

“Yeah that’s putting it lightly” said Chris

“But you’re getting older and it will be harder to get you placed” said the social worker

“Don’t even act like you give two shits about what happens to me!” Chris spat “I been in the system long enough to know exactly what I am to you”

“And that is?” snorted the social worker

“A file in a folder” said Chris “An 8 hour job and then you go home. Forgive me if my faith in you is bit shaken, seeing as all the “nice places” you sent me to turned out so far”

~O~

Gia’s eyes turned from blood red back to their normal purple blue as she watched on. There were certain things she didn’t quite understand but she got the gist of it. He was an orphan that nobody seemed to have wanted. Maybe it was a human trick to earn her pity..but still she wanted to know a bit more…

Oakland California- 1999

It was a stupid decision but Chris had run away from foster care. Grabbing all the money he could, he packed a bag and headed south. Surviving on the streets was harder than he thought and it wasn’t long before he ran out of money and was in trouble. He was lost, cold, wet, scared and hungry. He sadly trudged though the dark streets as a hard winter storm had hit the city, El Nino they called it.
In an act of pure desperation, hesitantly he broke into a house. It was a nicely furnished house with a lot of nice stuff but Chris didn’t care about any of that. He just wanted get some food as he raced to the kitchen. Pulling open the refrigerator, he stuffed his bag with as much food as he could carry.

Before heading back out into the rain, he quickly scribbled a note and left it on the table. He raced back into the living room to escape out the open window he slipped in… he didn’t make it. He sighed in defeat as a set of flashing red and blue lights reflected in the windows….

“Come out with your hands up!” yelled a voice over a loud speaker

Dropping the bag he opened the front door and walked out with his hands raised above his head, trying hard not to cry

~O~

Never did he feel so alone as when he went to family court. Here he was, all of 12 years old and possibly going to Juvi on a breaking and entering charge. But honestly it didn’t matter anymore, Chris was so broken down that he honestly didn’t even care what they did to him anymore.

“Whatever” he mumbled to himself

“Your honor, the owner of the house in question is declining to press charges” said the prosecuting attorney “However, he would like to speak with you in chambers”

“What?” asked Chris to his legal aid “Why would he drop the charges?”

“I don’t know” smiled his pro bono attorney ”But this is good news for you”

Inside the judge’s chambers was the judge the prosecutor and a big chubby bald older black man with a trimmed white beard.

“Mr. Jackson are you fully understanding what you’re asking?” asked the Judge

“I’m positive” said Mr Jackson with a smile “There not going to be a problem, is it?

“What going on?” asked Chris

“Well, Mr Jackson is dropping the charges and is asking to foster you for a while”

“And why would you do that for someone that broke into your house, Mr. Jackson?” asked Chris not believing his ears

“Well I got my reasons” said Mr. Jackson “ And enough with that Mr Jackson stuff , just call me Moedie, everyone does. Can I ask you question kid?”

“Yeah?” asked Chris

“You want to go get something to eat?” smiled Mr. Jackson

~O~

It was strange at first but Chris forced himself not to get attached. You get attached you get hurt, that’s what life has always taught him. It was just so much safer to keep distant, people were so unreliable. Feed you a line, build up your hopes and then cut you down.
It had been two weeks since he had moved into the house he had broken into. Moedie seemed like an okay guy, kind of a big kid who had just a very contagious joyful personality but Chris knew that people could flip flop real quick.

“Hey Chris can I talk to you on the porch for a minute?” said Moedie popping his head into his room “It’s nothing bad, I just wanted talk to you for a sec”

“Chris followed him to the back porch that had a nice view of the San Francisco bay. Moedie leaned on on the railing as he looked out at the sparkling busy bay as the boats went by.

“You know whenever the world seems to slap me down” said Moedie “I can always come out here and be at some sort of peace ”

“Just by watching some boats on the bay?” asked Chris “How does that help with anything?”

“Eh, I don’t know really” smiled Moedie “It just does…”

“So um…what did you need to talk to me about?” asked Chris sort of expecting the answer

“Straight to the point aren’t you, kid?” said Moedie “Well I wanted to know why you haven’t unpacked yet? Is there something wrong?”

“I appreciate everything you’ve done, Mr Jackson” said Chris truthfully “ But I don’t what to have to pack again when you get tired of me and send me back to foster care”

“So that is what this is all about..” said Moedie walking back to Christopher’s room and unpacking all his stuff

“What are you doing?” asked Chris

“What does it look like I’m doing, boy?” said the older man “Now are you going to help or stand there looking stupid? Come on help me unpack”

“Okay” said Chris with a bit of apprehension

“Look Chris, I know you’ve had it hard” said Moedie “but I’m not like everyone else,if you can believe that. You’re not a broken toaster or a sweater that I don’t like. It's not like I’m gonna take you back to the store and exchange you or get my money back ”

“I heard that before” said Chris flatly

“I’m sure you’ve had” said Moedie holding out his outstretched pinkie “ and I don’t expect you to outright trust me yet but i swear to you I’m not sending you back to the foster system. Pinkie promise?

“What do I have to lose?” said Chris locking pinkies with Moedie

“Not much” smiled Moedie mussing Chris’ hair “You’re stuck with me and I’m stuck with you. Now that we have that out of the way, let’s go get something to eat”

Chris tried to be hopeful but he knew how people could change, still there was a small part of him that hope that Moedie was a bit different than the others….

~O~

Gia appeared at the foot of Christopher’s bed no knowing what to think. She still didn’t quite trust him yet but she breathed a slight bit easier knowing that he was truly unlike her former cruel masters, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't become one. Turning into a mist she slid underneath the door as he slept soundly and the returned to the couch.

Getting comfortable she quickly fell back asleep with a slight smile on her face, Christopher was quite intriguing. It seemed that he was a lot like her, well maybe….

Before she came to any sort conclusion, she needed to do a few more mind walks, just to make sure.

However if she found something she didn’t like…

Stories of The Relic: The Book of Keilari - Part 4 — Ground Rules

By Alexander Kung

The Quietness of the loft was broken by the soft sounds of wimpering and sobbing. Gia growled as she tossed and turned on the couch unable to sleep soundly. After not being able to sleep for centuries, she found herself haunted by the memories of the cruelty shown to her over the years. But the worst was the memory of how it all began..

~0~

Venica, Italy 1491

It had all started with after she had dealt with Niccolo’s betrayal when she found herself abducted and whisked through the back alleys of the city. It was a disorienting trip as her abductor darted through the cobble stoned lined streets. With the bag over her head she could barely tell which way she was being taken; but who ever had a grip on her had to be a Keilari as well.
As she felt the heavy grip and heavy steeps on the ground, she knew it could be only one person who could capture her like this, Silvio, her family’s large hulking servant.

“And if he’s here that means….” Gia thought with a gulp “Oh NO…”

Only when she heard the familiar tell tale sounds of the noisy gates of Villa Fontana had she realized just how much trouble she was in. She struggled with all her might in a last ditch effort to get away but Silvio’s grip was far too strong. She shivered in fear of what punishment awaited her.

“What are you doing?” she yelled as she felt her wrists and ankles being bound to what felt like wood

Silvio didn’t answer but as he removed the bad over her head, she found herself strapped to a large oak x in the dank dark cellar to the family’s villa. It was a freighting feeling as she saw her extended family surrounding her. In the center she saw a very beautiful older blonde woman looking at her with a mix of disgust and hate. It was her mother, Christina de Fontana

“I’m very disappointed in you, Gio…”she started

“That is not my name” Gia interrupted defiantly as she struggled against her bonds

“Of course how could I forget….Gianetta” Christina said distastefully “ I suppose I should have suspected this day would come. Since the
day you were born you have been nothing but a blight on the house of Fontana”

“Sorry I never lived up to your high expectations ...mother” Gianetta spat back “I never asked to be born like this! Father accepted me…Why can’t you?”

“Don’t you dare….Dare…BRING YOUR FATHERS NAME INTO THIS!” Christina shouted as her face and eyes turned red in anger

“Don’t act like you ever loved him!” Gianetta spat back

A thunderous sound echoed through the cellar as Christina slapped Gia across the face with all her might. Gia willed herself not to cry as looked back at her mother with intense hatred

“I’ve made far too made many allowances for you because I loved your father” Gia’s mother growled barring her fangs “From the moment you were born as a deformed freak, I kept you because I loved him. When you refused to drink human blood, I allowed it despite my feelings otherwise. But now, here you are, associating with the lower class humans dressed like a whore! Do you know the embarrassment you have caused this house? That you have caused me?"

“Oh you poor suffering thing” Gia snorted sarcastically

“Silvio?” growled Christina “Hand me the collar!”

Gia’s eyes grew wide as she struggled against her bonds. She growled and gnashed her teeth as a spiked collar was placed around her neck. A soft glow emanated from the collar as it tightened around her neck. It was painful feeling, as if a 1000 white hot needles jabbed right into her throat. She tried to talk and swear but as much as she tried no words would escape her lips

“I finally found something to shut you up” her mother said with a smug smile “You have always been an unruly and disrespectful child. Ungrateful for everything I’ve done for you. I even found a suitable mate for you, one that was willing to overlook your…defects but no, you choose to defy me and saunter around with those distasteful humans.

Gia glared at her mother, growling almost feral at her and the rest of the whole family in pure hate.

“Defiant to the end aren’t you” her mother sighed “Very well, you leave me no choice then. Silvio do it!”

The large mute servant ripped away the remnants of Gia’s dress leaving her embarrassingly naked. Her lip trembled a bit as her flatchested androgynous form was shown to everyone, not quite a girl but not quite a boy. Grabbing a blood red leather book with a golden seal, Christina started a incantation in an ancient tongue. As the rest of the family repeated the words, a red tendril of energy lashed out from the book searing her back with a large mark of a bat almost like a tattoo. Gia screamed loudly as the pain was excruciating.

“So you want to be with those humans?” sneered her mother as Gia yelped in pain ”Then so be it! From this point on, you are no longer part of the house of Fontana and we will never speak of you again. You will be nothing more than a slave then, bound to this book until a Keilari wishes to release you. Though, good luck finding a Kelilari who will ever love you enough to do that!”

Gia screamed in terror as the book lifted from her mother’s hands. As it floated toward her, it opened, flipping its pages wildly. She fought as hard as she could but to no avail, she felt herself being pulled into is pages.

Soon all was quiet as the book closed and dropped onto the floor. Picking it up Christina looked at it distastefully.

“Get this retched thing out of my sight” growled Gia’s mother thrusting the book in her mute servants hands

~0~

San Francisco 2010

Gia woke up with a start, her bottom lip trembled a bit as she tried hard not to cry. As if sensing her feelings, Christopher’s kitten hopped up on the couch. Gia glared at it hissing and baring her fangs at it but the little kitten was unmoved. Purring softly, he started to rub his face against hers.

Gia heart melted a little as she proceeded to pet the little kitten on the head. Wiggling her finger, she genuinely smiled as it playfully batted at it with its paws. Hopping off the couch, it meowed softly beckoning her to follow.

Getting up off the couch she followed it into the kitchen when she found it pawing at a nearby cabinet. Opening it, she found a bag with the words cat food on it. Grabbing a handful, she placed it into the kitten’s empty bowl.

“So, that’s why you’re being so loveable, huh?” she thought as she scratched the kitten on the head

Letting the cat eat, she felt her own stomach growl. Looking around she noticed a bowl of fruit on the table. Apples, grapes, couple she had never seen before and …a peach, the rarest of fruits. Looking around, she weighed her options. Touching any of the master’s property was looked upon badly and punished severely. Still she hadn’t tasted the sweetness of a peach is a very long time, so she decided to risk it.

“He won’t miss one” she though as she gingerly reached for the peach.

A look of confusion washed over her face as picked it up, it didn’t feel quite right but she took a bite anyway. A look of absolute disgust formed over her face as the taste of wax and dust filled her mouth.

“HEY BITCH!” yelled a loud voice causing Gia to stiffen in fear “You holding out on ol Sugga?”

She was frightened even further when she heard a loud annoyed groan from the master’s bedroom, followed by loud hard stomping. The bedroom door was violently thrown open with a loud slam and a very angry looking and disheveled Christopher appeared. Gia suppressed a gulp and quickly hid the strange peach behind her back hoping he didn’t notice.

“Goddamn son of a bitch!” Christopher grumbled “Just when I was finally getting some fucking rest!”

He angrily ducked under the curtains, flung the window open and stuck his head out looking down at the bane of his morning.

“Sugga Bear? Again motherfucker?” Chris yelled “Do you have any idea what time it is? You wanna take that shit elsewhere?”

“Lookie, here slant eyes” Sugga Bear yelled back up “I don’t tell you how to make sweet and sour pork, and you don’t tell me where and when I discipline my bitches”

If it was a bit later in the day Chris might have been amused by the 60-something, white premafried druggie that for some reason thought he was a black pimp. From early morning to late at night Sugga Bear could be found pimp slapping telephone poles that he believed owned him money. However Chris was not amused..Not this morning..

“Sugga, I’m in no mood for this shit!” Chris yelled “Not this early, so you have exactly 10 seconds to be gone before this slant eye dumps some hot bacon grease on your head. And I fucking mean it!”

As he slammed the window shut and yanked the drapes shut he looked over to the kitchen where Gia was standing, and she was literally shaking in fear. Her lip trembled as her eyes shot almost immediately to the floor.

“Damit!” he thought ”I didn’t mean to scare her”

Chris narrowed his eyes at her. He noticed she had something in her mouth and she was hiding something behind her back. As he took a step toward her she took a step back, almost like a little kid when they knew they did something bad.

“Gia?” asked Chris gently “What do you have behind your back?”

She shrugged her shoulders and continued to look at the floor. She knew the kindness from last night was just an act and now he’d show his true colors.

“Might as well get this over with” she thought sadly as she produced the remains of the peach from behind her back

She closed her eyes and braced herself for the brutal beating or torture that she was sure to receive. After a second or two she heard the sound of soft paper being grabbed. Cracking open her eyes a bit she noticed the master holding a napkin under her chin.

“Okay, spit it out!” said Chris in almost a father like tone “Come on, do it or your gonna get sick”

Obeying she spat out the offending waxy substance into the napkin and swished her mouth out with a glass of water he handed to her. She glared at him as he started to snicker as he handed her the dive slate.

“I can’t believe you tried to eat wax fruit!” Chris smirked “I thought vampires didn’t eat anything besides blood”

“I am not a common vampire!” She wrote in a huff, very insulted “I am a Keilari! We are very different! And why do you have fruit made of wax in your kitchen?”

“Its decoration” said Chris “It’s not meant to be eaten”

“That’s….. idiotic” she wrote

“Hey, it’s my house” said Chris”I’ll run it as stupidly as I want to!”

She watched as he walked over to a strange white cabinet with a glowing light inside, opening it and pulling out a large peach.

“Here!” he said roughly handing it to her and patting her head “If you’re still hungry, I’ll cook breakfast..after I take a shower. I guess it’s obvious I’m not gonna get any fucking sleep around here”

Gia stood in utter confusion as she watched Chris disappear in the bathroom. She honestly didn’t know what to think of him. He was again grouchy but not exactly cruel. Looking at the peach in her hands, she smiled a bit. Biting into it ravenously, she savored the sweetness; it was the first sweet thing she had in a long time.

~O~

Christopher striped out of his clothing and stepped into the shower. As the warm water washed over his body, he closed his eyes as he tried to make sense of his situation. A beautiful brunette falls out of a book he bought on the internet, claims she is bonded to him for life and quite conveniently has fangs and drinks blood.

“I couldn’t make this stuff up even if I wanted to” thought Chris “ and I’m a fiction writer”

As he soaped up his body, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts linger on her. She had an almost childlike innocence just like another person he knew. They even had similar well endowed body types…

“Down boy” sighed Chris as he felt himself starting to get aroused “it’s better to figure out how to break this bond thing and send her on her way.”

It was real simple, a creed that he followed for most of his life. You get attached, you get hurt and Chris felt he had been through enough of that in his life. It was one of the reasons he kept a person like Denise at arm’s length. Sometimes it was just better being alone.

As he stepped out of the shower shaved and got dressed he could help but let his thoughts linger on her some more. He knew she had been through a lot if, the book was anything to go by. That was even more reason to break the so called contract.

Heading out of the bathroom he noticed her on on the floor of the living area playing with Kimari with a bit of loose string with her pjs. Though he considered himself the furthest thing from being gay, he had to admit that the revelation of last night when he removed her chastity belt didn’t bug him all that much. In fact just looking at by looking at her he couldn’t think of her as anything else but a girl and a very pretty one at that.

Not wanting to interrupt their game, he silently made his way into the kitchen.

~0~

Gia took the little bit of happiness she could get though she kept a bit of mistrust in the back of her mind. Playing with the cute little kitten brought back a both wonderful and painful memory.

It was her 5th or 6th master, she couldn’t remember for sure. And he like many of the other masters, he kept her in a damp dungeon away from everything. The beatings and the...other things were bad enough but then there was the unbearable loneliness. Until she met the only shining light in her life at the time, a little feral kitten that found its way into her dungon. It used to visit her every day until the master found out.

As she petted Kimari and scratched his belly, she sadly remembered how that master broke her spirit. Snatching the kitten out of her arms, he nonchalantly twisted its neck right in front of her with a sickening sounding wet snap. She cried for 3 days straight and 3 weeks later when her collar finally broke….She smiled evilly when she remembered how she made him pay dearly for it.

She didn’t know what to think of her new master, she certainly didn’t trust him but there was something so confusing about him. He seemed mean but then there was just this rough kindness about him too. She still wasn’t sure if it was an act or not but he was a human and therefore could change in a heartbeat just like all the others

As Kimari had enough play time and took off to cause mischief elsewhere, Gia heard sizzling coming from the kitchen. As she got up and peered around the corner she was in for a shock as she saw him cooking on a strange looking square device. It was strange to her to see the master of the household, a male one at that cooking for himself.

*ding dong*

“Hey, I’ll get that” said Chris, again patting Gia on the head “Breakfast is ready, so go and eat”

He knew that there was only one person bold enough to knock on is door at 6 0’clock in the morning. Sighing he flipped the locks and cracked open the door.

“Hiya, Chris-tee-fer” beemed Denise in a sickenly sweet voice “So who’s the mysterious girl that I heard through the walls last light?

Without any hesitation Chris slammed the door in her face but Denise was undeterred. Almost immediately she whipped up some tears and a sobbing voice

“How could you do this to me Chris?” she yelled at the top of her lungs ”How could you kick me out on the street just because I told you I was pregnant? Is that all I am to you, just a toy that you can just fuck and knock up then just throw away?”

She grinned as the door almost immediately opened up and Chris blushing bright red grabbed her by the leather corset she was wearing and yanked her into the apartment

“Why do you do shit like that?” asked Chris in annoyance

“Maybe if certain people were nicer and not slam doors in people’s faces, I wouldn’t” said Denise sweetly “So are you gonna tell me who’s the special girl you had screaming loudly last night?”

“Can you keep a secret?”

~0~

Gia looked at Chris with almost comical “Help me” eyes. She recognized the girl from the mindwalk but was not expecting her to be so..lovey dovey”

“OOOOOOOOH she’s so adorable!” squealed Denise as she hugged Gia

“Denise, I think your creeping her out” said Chis handing her a plate of eggs and bacon ”Ease up and have some breakfast”

“So run this down again for me.” said Denise chomping on some bacon ”I just wanna make sure I didn’t hear this wrong”

“Okay for the last time” explained Chris “I bought this 500 year old book on at an auction. Last night as I was reading it, Kimari jumps on my lap and caused me to bleed all over the book. Then like some shit out of a damn cheesy b movie, the damn thing floats in the air and she appears bare ass on my floor.

Gia looked at her master in confusion; he didn’t intentionally summon her out of the book? Could it be he really didn’t know anything?

“So she’s a real life vampire?” asked Denise “That’s so cool!”

“I am not a vampire!” Gia wrote angrily while glaring at Denise “I am a Keilari! We are very different from the common vampire!”

“Uh yeah” said Chris “She doesn’t like being called that”

Walking over to the bookshelf in the living area, Denise pulled Christopher’s dusty copy of the Vampire encyclopedia A to Z.

“Hmm Keilari …Keliari…” Denise said as she flipped through the pages “Dude how can you live all cooped up like this? You need some light in here!

Chris’s eyes widened in fear as she started opening the drapes. If vampire lore taught him anything, the sun was a death sentence for them and Gia whether she wanted to admit it or not was one. Diving across the table he tackled Gia to the floor hoping to shield her from the sun’s rays

“Denise what the hell?” Chis said as he felt Gia pressed underneath him, his hand on her large breasts

Looking down he noticed she was perfectly fine and quite human looking in the sun’s rays. Her fangs were gone, the cat like pupils of her eyes were rounded out and the chalk white pallor of her skin was still a bit pale but more normal looking.

“Hey now,” Denise teased licking her lips “I know you two can’t keep your hands off of each other but try to wait until I leave…unless you’re exhibitionists like that

As if the other was made of hot coal, they lept away from each other, each with a deep red blush on their faces.

“Okay’ said Denise with a bit of a smile “According to this book, Keilari are Vampire nobility. More powerful that the common mindless vampire.

“Gia you’re nobility?” Chris asked incredulously

“Not any more, master” wrote Gia wrote sadly “Now I’m just a slave..Your slave”

“I told you before I don’t want a slave” sighed Chris “And don’t call me master”

“Well if you don’t want her” joked Denise “Can I have her?”

“I’m bound to him for life” wrote Gia “The contract can’t be transferred”

“I was only joking Gia” smiled Denise as she dragged Gia toward the window “There’s no saying we can’t go out and have some fun is there?”

“What kind of fun?” Gia wrote cocking an eyebrow

“How about a day taking in the city?” said Denise as Gia’s jaw dropped in amazement.

It had been forever since she saw the outside and was just awestruck at what she saw. Glass and metal buildings stretching out to the sky, people riding strange contraptions, and just so many different things. No master had ever let her outside before.

“Oh no, absolutely not!” said Chris much to Gia’s disappointment “Out of the question, no way!”

“Why not? You plan on keeping her shacked, up so she’s like you?” teased Denise “A grumpy recluse”

“I just don’t want a see a blood bath on the 6 ‘oclock news if she decides to lose her shit” said Chris

“Dude, look at her, she’s harmless” said Denise “Besides I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into trouble, you have my word”

“Denise…” sighed Chris

“Please!!!!” Denise begged “ Come on look at her, she needs a friend too…. If you let me take her out I’ll make it up to you….”

“Oh yeah?” asked Chris ”What could you possibly offer me?”

“How about we leave you alone for the rest of the day!” smiled Denise “Just think all that time to work on your book, in peace and quiet. Think about it!”

Peace and quiet?!?! It was almost too good to be true.

“Gia, do you really want to go out and explore the city?” asked Chris

She nodded her head hoping he would say yes.

“Okay fine, but I got some ground rules” said Chris “Stay with Denise, No publicly attacking people or animals for blood, no baring your fangs at anyone…”

“and give him head whenever he asks” smirked Denise

“Don’t tell her that, perv” said Chris “ And last but not least no killing anyone. Is that clear?”

“Yes, master” Gia wrote on her pad

“Gia… don't call me master! “ Chris sighed “What did we talk about last night? You’re not my slave and I’m not your master. You’re just a guest in my home”

“Sorry…. Chistopher” Gia wrote

“Just go have fun and don’t get in any trouble” said Chris yawning

“Sweetness!” beamed Denise “You’re not coming along, Chris”

“Nah” said Chris “I don’t like people. You two go and have fun, just don’t stay out too late”

“Sure thing ..DAD” said Denise giving Chris a small peck on the cheek “Come on Gia, let me show you how cool San Fran can be. But first we need to get you some new clothes, you cant go walking around with jammies on”

Gia took a few stepes before spinning around and walking back to Chris, standing on her tip toes and giving Chris a peck on the cheek as well. While she still didn’t trust him , he was a lot better than her other masters, and she liked how he blushed for some reason. Following Denise out the door she was looking forward to explore and find out what this new strange era was like.

As they left Chris smiled just a bit as he held his cheek, two kisses from two beautiful women.

“I’ll take what I can get” sighed Chris “It’s not like I got a chance or anything”

Sitting down at his computer, he started to write a new chapter before doubled over in pain. It felt like getting stabbed from the inside out. Soon the episode passed and he shook it off. He was glad that it didn’t happen in front of Denise or she would have made him go to the hospital and he hated doctors.

Just as he weighed the options of going to the doctor the phone rang. Picking it it he mused it was probably his ex sleezeball agent trying get back in his good graces. No fucking chance of that happening.

“Hello?”

“May I peak to mister Kagawa please?”

“Speaking, who is this?”

“Ah yes, Mr. Kagawa my name is Angelo Seacrest of Seacrest antiquities. It has come to my attention that you have come into possession of a very unique item in the past few days. An old book to be exact.

“I own a lot of old books, Mr. Seacrest what of it?” said Chris “is there a particular thing you wanted?

“Straight to the point, I like that. Does a blood red leather book ring any bells?”

“Can’t say that it does” Chris lied growing a bit uncomfortable

“Come now Mr Kagawa, there’s no need for lying. I know you have it”

“Maybe, again what of it?”

“I’d like very much to own that book. And I’m willing to pay a great deal to aquire it “

“Not interested”

“Not even 100 thousand dollars?”

“Not interested”

“Humph, it would be in your best interests to can the tough guy act and sell me the book. I can be quite..persuasive in getting what I want.”

“If I didn’t know better I’d think that was a threat” said Chris “I have no desire to do any sort of business with you and consider yourself blocked from this number”

“Okay that was creepy” he said to himself as he hung up the phone

~0~

Angleo slamed his fist down on his desk in unbridled frustration and anger. Insolent little punk! He probably had already found out the secret of the book if he was not willing to sell. So be it then

“When I’m done with you, kid….” smiled Angelo evily “You will wishing you had just sold it to me. Nobody says no to me and what I want…I get…over your dead body if need be….. ”

Stories of the Relic: The Book of Keilari —Part 5- Ready and Revelations
By
Alexander Kung

As Denise and Gia get ready for their adventure of San Francisco, Chris learns a bit more about his new house guest

San Francisco- 2010

Angelo Seacrest looked out at the beautiful view of the San Francisco bay from his large office in the Trans America Building deep in thought. After many years of fruitless searching, the book of Subjugation was finally in his grasp only to be denied again and again. That didn’t sit well with the silver haired man of privilege who was used to getting what he wanted.

“First that fool Sanderson” he spat with distaste “And now this little punk Kagawa”

Neither deserved such a powerful book he thought as paced the floor. They had not had the pedigree to own such an item. Not like him, a member of society’s elite who deserved to own a Keilari. Waiting was not an option anymore, so he would take what he wanted. If by violent means then so be it.

“Let just hope you haven’t completed the blood binding ritual, Mr. Kagawa” he said to himself touching his chin “That just might complicate matters”

~O~

Chris opened the book with a bit of apprehension not exactly sure he wanted know anything more about his strange guest. Opening the book, the strange arcane writing started to glow and from into English lettering.

He felt his stomach turn as read the twisted and disturbed thoughts of her former masters. From the time Gia was trapped into the book it was as if every master she had tried to force her into submission by brutal force and sheer mental torture. Trapped into dark damp dungeons, forced to live wading in her own filth, fed scraps or forced to feed on the rats. Treated like a worthless animal or sick plaything.

“Jesus Christ” thought Chris.

Her first master was a Keilari named Dragomir, a name meaning peace of all things. It was quite a cruel irony since he was such a heartless bastard. He was a huge stocky black bearded brute of a man with dark almost black eyes. His taste for cruelty knew no bounds. If Gia could talk she would have begged for mercy but it would have fell on deaf ears.

One of his favorite pastimes was flogging his androgynous slave until she was a bloody mess. It was almost a sick and twisted game. He would demand complete submission from the girlish boy with the defiant eyes, and enjoyed trying to beat the resistance out of her. About 6 months later he was found impaled on a pike in his castle.

Chris skipped ahead to master number 14 who was a vile female sadist by the name of Elena Lexoux. She was a vain woman who felt her youth and beauty slipping away and was very bitter about it.

Gia hoped that with this first female master, she would be kinder than the male masters but that wasn’t the case. In fact she was not only as cruel as the males, but maybe even worse. From the beginning she became insanely jealous of Gia’s feminine looks. For a supposed boy to look so pretty was unforgivable.

She had Gia brutally chained in her cellar; beating her daily with a riding crop and cutting her face with a dagger as if to take slice the looks from Gia who she felt did not deserve such beauty. The fact the Gia healed fast only enraged her more.

At night as if to further humiliate her, Elena snatched by the hair dragging her to her horse stables. She tied her down on a down on the feed rack as Gia struggled viciously. She laughed as she watched with a sort of dark glee while Gia screamed in agony as Elena’s prize stallion forced itself on her. 6 months later Elena along with her price horse were found ripped to unrecognizable pieces

Christopher cringed and felt a bit nauseous as he read on. No wonder she acted like she was frightened and distrustful of him.

He again skipped ahead, this time to master number 20. He was a German officer by the name of Reinhart Bauer. Chris held his stomach as he realized that he one of Nazi Germany’s notorious butcher doctors. The experiments he performed on her were nothing short of horrifying.

He dripped chemicals into her eyes to change her eye color only to blind her. Tossed her into a vacuum chamber to see how she would fare with no air. He brutally cut off limbs and performed surgery without anesthesia. After each experiment Gia’s body would heal perfectly but obviously traumatic to the mind. He took a grotesque delight in having a practically immortal and indestructible test rat. No mater what he did to it, it would remain obedient and compliant.

Unsatisfied with Gia’s androgynous form, He performed his grandest experiment. He fashioned himself a Michelangelo of the flesh . Strapping Gia to a cold medical table, he stabbed 10 needles into her arms connected to very large bags of clear liquid.If his theory was correct, by administering a large dose of female hormones to his lab rat it would jump start a second female puberty.

This experiment had killed many others but as Gia survived all the other experiments,he was ghoulishly interested in on how this would affect Gia

It was not pleasant as Gia, felt her body felt as if it was on fire. She fell extremely ill as her body temperature rose to 51 °C. Beads of sweat covered her whole body as her vision started to go blurry. She gritted her teeth as she tried to fight the heaviness in her eyes but to no avail. Slowly she fell under, her only sign of life was her chest rising slowly. For a full month she lay prone, barely alive as the strange liquid cocktail was pumped into her body.

When she finally awoke, she felt her body had changed. She no longer had a flat chested skinny boyish shape. Instead it was formed into a very voluptuous shapely and well endowed female form. A sinister grin formed on her face as she felt her collar break. Growling she ripped off the restraints binding her to the table. Officer Reinhart was found with his heart ripped out of his chest.

Slapping the book shut and racing to the bathroom Chris vomited into the toilet. He was far beyond disgusted. Why… why would anyone do such a rotten things to Gia.

“I’m not like them!!” thought Chris “A grouch? Yes. A Jerk? Yeah I can be. But I’m not like that!”

Looking back into the toilet he noticed a little bit of blood. Taking a deep breath and washing his mouth out. He put the pain out of his mind and headed back to his desk. He’d see the doctor tomorrow… Maybe…

After reading about what she did to Niccolo and her previous masters, he was now hesitant to let her leave with Denise.
However if what she said was true then she would be no danger to due to his ground rules. Still it wouldn’t help to check up on them to be sure.

Picking up his cell phone he dialed her number. It rang twice before an ultra cheery voice answered.

“Hiya Chris-tee-fer” said Denise “How are you?”

“Better” asked Chris hearing a ruckus going on in the background “How’s Gia doing”

“Aww and I thought you were calling about me” said Denise in a pouty voice “Don’t ya love me?

“Um..i ..errr” stumbled Chris turning bright red

“Hehehe” giggled Denise “You are so easy to tease. I can so hear you blushing.”

“Why do you mess with me like this” asked Chris

“Because it’s so fun!” said Denise “Gia’s fine, we are bonding so don’t worry”

From the background a blood curdling scream was heard followed by a feral growling

“What the hell was that?” asked Chris

“I think she found my clowns” said Denise

“Clowns?!?

“Uh gotta go!” said Denise as hung up the phone

A look of confusion fell over Christopher’s face as he hung up the phone. Clowns? Denise hates clowns, why the hell would she have some in her place?

~O~

Gia fell on her ass as she crawled quickly back to a nearby wall. She fanglessly hissed at the three tall and hideously smiling monsters. It was a trap she knew it, she should have known better than to trust those humans

“Don’t worry about the clowns” said Denise looking at monsters “They are harmless statues”

Helping Gia to her feet, she smiled and punched one of the statues knocking it over.

“Go ahead” said Denise gently “Hit one. You’ll feel better”

Gia pulled back her fist and punched the head off one of the statues.

“Awesome!” said Denise clapping her hands “See don’t you feel better?”

“Why do you have such large frightening statues in your house?” wrote Gia

“Well, I have a fear of clowns and I was told that the best way to was to have something like that to help get over it”

“Does that work?” wrote Gia

“Don’t know…. I hope so. Anyhoo, come on Gia” Denise said pulling her by the arm toward a large walk in closet “Let’s get you some clothes”

Gia smiled a bit as she followed the crazy red head girl. She let her opinion of the girl soften a bit for now. Perhaps humans weren’t so bad. Well maybe just this one.

Gia noticed that Denise’s living quarters were a far far cry from Christopher’s. Whereas her master was neat and somewhat orderly, Denise was chaotic and a bit messy. Her place was a mish mash of studio sets, strange art and clothes strewn all over the place.

“Okay” said Denise cheerfully “Let’s get you out of these jammies”

Gia looked a bit hesitant as she wasn’t sure if she should undress or not

“Don’t be shy, Gia” purred Gia “Its Okay”

Without a hint of hesitation Denise pulled off Gia’s oversized woolen pajamas causing Gia to gasp in surprise as she found herself instantly naked. Turning bright red she quickly covered herself from the red headed girl.

“Hey, were both girls right?” smiled Denise grabbing a measuring tape “So it’s no problem right?”

Gia shook her head as she slowly removed her hands revealing her secret. Looking down at the floor she started to sob and cry. This nice girl would probably see her as a freak

“Hey Hey” said Denise gently giving her a hug “Its okay. No need to be ashamed. I know a lot of girls like you.”

“Really?” wrote Gia

“Yeah” said Denise gesturing to her wall of models “See the girls on my wall?”

“They are very beautiful” wrote Gia

“What if I told you that almost half of them are just like you?” smiled Denise

“They are?”

“Yep” said Denise “So let’s get you some clothes and head out okay? Are you looking forward to that?”

“Yes” wrote Gia with a smile

“Ok so let’s make you pretty” said Denise “This is going to be soooooo Awesome!”

~O~

After vomiting blood, the pain in his stomach and the revelation of the book, it was safe to say that it took a bit out of Christopher. However after the pain finally subsided and he mentally digested what he had read, he was finally able get comfortable on the couch. He yawned and stretched out,closing his tired eyes. He was just about to settle into a comfortable sleep, when…

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Oh come on!” whined Chris as he yawned and shuffled to the door. “Jesus! Is it too much to fucking ask to get some damn sleep around here?”

Half awake he unlocked the door. As he opened the door, it swung open widely causing Chris to step back as two blurs quickly zipped past him.

“Hey sleepyhead!” beamed Denise spinning around “So how do we look?”

As he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, He was thinking of something rude and smartassed to say. As his vision cleared, his jaw dropped at the sight.

Denise, though he would never really admit it to her face, always looked beautiful. Now she looked even more stunning. She toned herself down a bit but wow did she look good. She still had her bright red hair in pigtails, tastefully done makeup and wearing a simple black dress that hugged every inch of her curvaceous body with long thigh high heeled boots.

Looking to his right, he saw Gia. He thought she was kind of cute before but now she looked gorgeous. Her long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her makeup done just enough to enhance her pale skin and, wearing a very low cut top with a sheer fishnet sleeves, tight leather pants and high heeled strapped boots. Just wow!

“Why the goth/metal head look?” asked Chris avoiding the question

“Well I couldn’t exactly have her look like a church girl with her wearing a SPIKED COLLAR, now could i?” laughed Denise

“Good point” said Chris

“Now quit avoiding the damn question” purred Denise

“Um you both look very beautiful” said Chris looking away “Extremely beautiful”

“Hear that? That rare” she said elbowing Gia playfully “Chris giving a compliment!”

“Don’t get used to it” Chris said dryly

“And there’s him back to being his grouchy self” teased Denise “Boy I swear you really need to get laid”

“Out! Both of you!” snapped Chris gently pushing both girls on the butt out the door

“OOOOOOH! Getting bold grabbing our asses” squealed Denise “Maybe if your good we’ll have a threesome when we get back”

Gia bit her lip trying not to laugh at the expression on Christopher’s face. It was as if his brain had ground to a halt. He just stopped in his tracks turning fully red unable to look either one in the eyes. She had to admit that all teasing and his reactions to it were kind of cute. Never did she have a master that was bashful like that. And the way he was turning red as a beet was not an act.

“You’re an intriguing one, Christopher” thought Gia with a smile

“Okay enough Denise” said Chris regaining his composure “Both of you go have fun and leave me alone”

“Meanie!” said Denise playfully pouting

“And Gia” said Christopher “Do you remember my ground rules?”

Gia nodded yes. She was hoping he would not go back on his word like all the other masters would. But she doubted he would for some reason.

“Ok” said Chris pushing them out into the hallway and shutting the door

“Just admit it already!” Denise yelled at the door “You wouldn’t mind have a nice little ménage á  trios with us!”

“Just get lost and have fun!” yelled Chris back through the door “Don’t stay out too late!”

Both girls smiled satisfied that they fully embarrassed Chris as they walked off.

“Do you two always talk to each other like that” wrote Gia on her dive slate

“Always! He’s my friend” smiled Denise “Though I don’t know what I'd do if he ever took me seriously!”

“Do you love him?” wrote Gia

“I …. I don’t think he likes me that way” stuttered Denise avoiding the subject “Let’s go check out San Francisco. You ready?

Gia nodded her head and smiled. She was looking forward to seeing this strange new world. She would put her trust in Denise for now. As for Christopher, well she was still undecided..

As the girls left the building, an expensive car occupied by two well dressed men pulled up across the street. Putting the car in park, the driver pulled out a cell phone and punched in a phone number

“Mr. Seacrest , I think we have found what you are looking for” he said with a sinister fanged smile