Of Junkies and Summons (Tristana)

Tristina fell sleep but this time she was in the usual blackout, basically remembering stuff that happened during the day or the week but without any of these hallucination that some people called Dreams.

As suddenly as usual she woke up the very next day in absolute gray and contempt for being sweaty, dirty and full with mix fluids. She remembered to have bath yesterday but they slept naked and therefore sweat together and had each others saliva on them. EWK!

She stands up with some modesty, exposing her body to a man had never been a problem but this time she felt in front of the unknown, in a way violated, mistreated due to the pain she was enduring and analyzing it the more logical explanation was that she was drugged and therefore everything that happened was a lie.

There was another part of her that wanted to believe in the cure, that other part valued the sense of realization, physical and sexual she was also feeling and the possibility to create original art seemed over all very useful in terms of profit and approval.

He hips and crouch soared a lot as she walk to find her underwear and get minimally dressed.

Jorge woke up short after and went to the bathroom finding Tristina, not on tear but depressed and broken. Definitely not the scene he was expecting after such a good sex. He said.
"Good evening, are you ok?"

Tristina turned part angry part suicidal, looking at him with contempt and part of her desire, split inside as she had no idea of how to react. Jorge confused and cautious, knowing something called 'the gray' was happening to her he said.
"Do you want to leave? I can drop you somewhere?"

Jorge came forth reacting emotionally like any normal person would but then he noticed the lack of emotion in the way he could think she'd be sad or worried. She could not be comforted by emotions but logical reasoning that he was short from prepared to deliver in these circumstances.

Tristinas lack of empathy toward her lover made him confused and he started to tilt his head from one side to the other failing to calm her down with phrases like 'trust me' ...'don't worry'...'I am not going anywhere' and so on. Frustrated and annoyed by Tristina's reaction he finally said.
"Look, I didn't came inside you..r.... pussy... and yes I've been tested and NO! I don't have HIV...!"

He said after taking a breath to calm down.
"What's the problem? It's not like there's no turning back from a pregnancy, you can always abort. I'll pay for it, big deal."

He smiled taking her bullshit as coming from a good hearten intention, still judging by his expression he wasn't eating that crap, just playing with it for Tristina's amusement. He said with a certain tone that made her felt seen, truly seen.
"Trist, I am sorry too. I didn't know how to react. I guess I let myself carried on by emotions and tried to comfort you instead of listening to what you truly meant."

He spanked her alright ending his spank with a grab on her cheek that was truly painful to her already soared body but ended just too quickly to reply beyond a sound. A rush of memories assaulted Tristina's mind, colorless and deprived of emotions but yet she was carried back for less than a second to the best parts of what they've done with that ass, that even from the perspective of a critic was kinda cool.

Jorge smiled with sexual malice to her and said.
"Let's go...." he got dizzy for a second, stumbling and having to hold between Trist and the well to prevent falling down. He closed his eyes trying to get a grip...

Jorge gets a grip finding balance and opening his eyes slowly. He smiled trying to comfort Tristana in a childish way to make it look like he was messing with her but she knew better.

He said.
"I don't think you'd believe even if I told you. So, let's spare us the drama and let me take you to her. She's waiting for you." his voice had a nervous tone to it like speaking about something that deep down scared him a lot.

Jorge offered his arm to walk out of the motel room back into the car. He seemed very pleased, satisfied and joyful over anything else. Whatever that dizz was seemed to be over, still he was getting into a car to drive so not understanding a bit of what just happened didn't comforted Tristina, not a little bit.

As Tristina took that hot anti stress shower trying to clear her head she got to the logical conclusion that she was in a altered state of mind during her sex session with Jorge. Regardless of how crazy he could be, the effects on her were unusual to say the least and absolutely possible in the psychedelic drug use range.

Some drugs, not very common ones by the way, could have effect even by entering in contact with the skin, so it was likely that the cure was in Victoria's hand instead of the drama theatrical part of the blood. The so called 'Cure' sure was a substance that had the desired effect on Tristina causing her a controlled state of euphoria, rather than the usual crazy about everything that methamphetamine and other drugs like cocaine could cause.

Jorge's dizziness could be a side effect of receiving 'The Cure' too often, also that could explain the increased strength and durability. The drama of dizziness episode equals call from Victoria was part of a delusion or a lie, either case it was likely that Victoria wanted to offer 'more Cure' to Tristina in exchange for some kind of service.


Tristina was observing Jorge's driving to make sure he really was A-OK and he seemed quite normal in all senses, driving as usual and without breaking the law or anything else as he drove through Harlem, heading down to Central Park.

He seemed relaxed and proper in his way of behaving and talking, about anything actually, from singing a song in the radio to seriously asking Tristina how was she feeling. The answer to that question had a physical part, she was soared as hell wishing the Camaro's sit had an ice cube she could sit on to numb the pulsing and discomfort she felt, specially in her genitals and ass, but her buttcheeks and tits where also in the range of being massed too much. Psychologically, Tristina was remembering how she felt without being able to recreate the sensations or emotions she felt just a few hours ago, that confused her a lot but she could remember that it was good, she felt reckless but still in control and full aware of what she was doing, moved by her instincts and emotions rather than logic.

Her Art needed that, every single teacher that had contradicted her or questioned her, had that advice against her as well. She remembered the sketch of Victoria she draw in class along with the freedom of feeling like the narrative in the many books of history she had read for 'inspiration' but resulted in just a collection of none sense she could really use in her Art.

After driving for half an hour or so they finally arrived to Chelsea in Hudson Bay.


Jorge stopped his car in front of an strangely decorated building, with it's four walls covered in high quality graffiti street art, made with an aerograph with amazing finishes and detail.


He got up hands in his jacket's pockets heading straight to one of the doors in the side alley. There was a security camera and a ring bell button. Jorge pushed the button and waited for an answer.

He said.
"Well, here we are..."

The security camera red led was flashing on and off, the noises of the night and the smells of the salt and tainted air were all for Tristina for a while.

Suddenly a buzzer let the steel door open and inside was the pinhead punk guy dressed with a black silk open robe. He was shirtless and using black leather sandals. Jorge smiled at the strange man and saluted politely.
"Good evening Mr. Qadir." his tone was respectful.

"Do you remember Tristina?... Tristina this is Mr. Theeran, V's trust man."

Qadir looked down at the couple from three steps higher. At first he was serious but after Jorge's greetings he smiled, showing his modified teeth, all pointy and sharp as fangs, two with steel extensions, covering his actual fangs.
"Good evening to you both, you're most welcome. Please come in, Lady V is expecting you." his accent was foreign probably french.

The place was, as it looked from the outside, a warehouse with square hallways surrounding a big space at the center. The walls of these passages were in concrete but in it's center all space divisions were made out of prefabricated materials with the seeming of an atelier.

The center space was some sort of a maze, very good illuminated with white fluorescent light. After turning a couple of times, passing by several rooms with blank canvas and other artistic materials, as well as other workshops with people working on different paintings they discovered what it seems to be the largest workshop, in it was Victoria sitting comfortably in a red velvet couch.

The place smelled like incense, sandal and oak, had indirect white light coming from the upper part of the walls, a meeting table surrounded by red leather chairs and two more red velvet padded armchairs. The couple got in and Qadir stood outside at the door.

Tristina felt an oppression on her chest, she felt immediately nervous with butterflies in her guts. Jorge was the first to greet the beautiful lady.
"Good evening Master, I'm here as you commanded."

Tristina's demeanor was nervous and obviously impressed again by Victoria's beauty. Jorge on the other hand looked devoted to a fanatic level, his eyes showed an emotion beyond love or sexual attraction, this woman meant everything for him.

Ash allowed Jorge to kiss her hand and help her up her sit and she started walking toward Tristina who had forget at this point all the soaring, worrying and talking for that matter. In light this woman looked even more beautiful. Tonight she was wearing a red and white pencil dress with a white coat with high padded shoulders and red gorgeous heels, that were complimented by her subtle jewelry in gold and diamonds.

Her figure was slim, yet astonishing, with a 90-60-90 sand clock shape, long slim and fit legs and B-cup breaths. Her long neck was flattered by the thread like gold earrings holding an small diamond tear at its tip. The make up was perfect, pink subtle shadows and blood red lips. Victoria's blue eyes were icy and deep, like looking into an arctic sea surrounded by brownish eyeliner and thick black mascara.

With her usual elegance she approached to Tristina lifting her hand to caress her neck, below the hair.

Victoria's caress had an electric effect on Tristina, making her skin react to it with tickles and tingles as she soft fingers ran from her neck to Tristina's shoulder. It wasn't a massage, just curious fingers wanting to feel the little artist through her skin.

Victoria was pleased that Tristina was open to be touched, so she enjoyed every second playing with her newest toy. It was like having a blank canvas, a virgin stone to sculpt, the possibilities were endless. She thought. <What would I do with you?>

She wanted a replicator but having someone as complex, as interesting as Tristina's taunted her, teased her into wanting to know more about her. Victoria enjoyed going through Tristina's mind during this mesmerizing touch session, making her remember her mother's face, her history with her, when did things changed and why... the more the vampire read into the Book of her Memory, the more she felt into learning more and make her hers.

Victoria now knew Sharon's drama and the hundreds of doctors had taken Tristina to feel loved as a mother once more. To get back her little child, knowing that it was her fault to have brought Robert into that little angel's life. She didn't deserved to be love, Sharon thought but how could she wished for anything else. While the vampire surged inside the stream of Tristina's thought she also became aware of what had happened to Sharon, a life to being emotionally rejected by her own child and frustration for being unable to help her, to help any of her children really.

Tristina concluded that she should be feeling sad at this point but analytically it was far more important to focus in the psychology of Sharon's mind and the break through she was having. Was this epiphany reveled now because of Victoria?

A second later Victoria broke up the touch with Tristina and said.
"Good evening to you too darling. how are you feeling tonight?" she asked still enjoying in a voyeuristic way that sexual session between Jorge and her.

" ..well... um.. I've been well. .. Doing good... No complaints."

Victoria smiles with a complicit grin and says with a subtle seductive tone.
"I am so glad that you and Jorge are getting along... soo well."

She smiles also at Jorge like he was a champion. Then says to Trist.
"Come with me darling" taking her hand with tender touch and without any force until both were sitting in the padded couch she was sitting at.

Meanwhile, Jorge went to sit in the closest armchair comfortable and confident. Ash said.
"You have had enough dear, it is time for you to be happy. To start doing things because you love to do it, to discover why you love them and get rid of all that melancholy that killed you a long time ago.

In a way I am offering you a new life... to be reborn into a new world, a world you yet don't know or was long ago forgotten. A world with emotions and colors and beauty in it.

Would you like that? To be reborn?" something about Victoria's tone and non verbal language was telling Tristana to take very seriously every word.

" ... May I ask if you are speaking at least metaphorically or maybe spiritually... ? Because I am a nihilist and not really into religion ... not even for the promise of Heaven... Sorry .. I'm not trying to be rude. "

Jorge smiled greatly at Tristina's answer and said.
"Aren't we all?" looking at Victoria.

Victoria also smiled and replied with a tone of humor.
"This is not a Cult Tristina. We're not bounded by beliefs." she was dead serious.

Still she continued after a short pause.
"However, we are flawed beings with flawed senses and flawed intelligence... that can't perceive the truth beyond our own premises and paradigms. That's the basic reason of your prolonged agony, the cure for your condition isn't in what you consider real but nonetheless it exists."

She changed the position on her body making herself more comfortable leaning back a little.
"Consider a fetus in her mother's womb with reduced senses and even at the last stages of her development with reduce awareness but yet creates a sense of reality based on what she knows.

Our own ignorance is like that womb, it confines us to a comfort zone and makes us think that all we have seen and believe is true is all our reality. Although, I can tell you there's much more.

Like a baby being taken out of the womb I'm offering you to free you from your ignorance. One step at a time, baby steps until you're ready to deal with it all. That's what I call being reborn."

Add me to your enterprise... My life is in your hands. Teach me, and I will do all I can not to disappoint you... I swear"

Victoria smiled greatly with a thoughtful expression full of consideration and placing her hand softly on Tristina's knee, she said.
"Remember that I will ask you to do things that you'll find strange, too strange perhaps, but nonetheless they are necessary for your Cure.

You may ask anything, you can doubt of everything, I don't need your Faith but I do need you to do what I say, exactly as I say it... To be honest I tend often to explain the reasons behind my requests, I've sort of a pedagogue nature sort of speak but even if you don't fully understand it, I need you to do it because I don't want you to get worst or end up badly for getting stuck in a bad part of this process."

She looked at Jorge and having the sweetest smile towards him and extending her hand so he can kiss it.
"Take Jorge for example, I bet he told you that I helped him. He was sick, no doctor was able to cure him but he did his share and retributed me fairly for my aid and together we advanced and prevail.

My requests for him were always a give and take kind of deal, I'm not an altruistic person by nature but I truly am generous, usually giving more than I want for me but still I expect a reward for everything that I'd do for others.

He worked hard and I did my share as well, curing him of Hodgkins Cancer in it's terminal state. His disease many times stood in his way, the pain was sometimes unbelievable but he went through and completed each task I requested from him. I could do nothing else but to the same, he inspired me."

Then she looked back at Tristina and said meaning every word.
"I want you to replicate a painting for me, Grant Wood's American Gothic. I will lend you everything you can find in one of my workshops to complete the job.

You can't leave this place until you finish, sustain will be provided to satisfy your needs and once you're finished I will pay you a thousand dollars and Jorge will take you home or wherever you like.

That's all."

But you have found the cure for cancer! Scientists have been trying to do this for decades... why not share it with the world ?

Victoria heard Tristina's words mostly agreeing with her until the 'cure of cancer thing' came up. Ash's eyes widen in surprise and enjoyment. Holding a laugh she says.
"I didn't found the cure for Cancer, or any disease for that matter. I cure people, not illnesses. Think of diseases as another type of symptoms, don't medics always says cure the cause not the symptom? I'd have to agree with that."

" ... So I guess the REAL question is " How accurate do you want this replication to be?

Victoria nods and replies.
"I am using that painting as a high quality decoration feature for a building of mine. Nothing illegal about it, I just want to see how good are you in action."

Though you said I can't leave? Is there a reason for that?

Ash nods once more and says
"There are several reasons actually:

• First, this place's time is rented and I want to be efficient.
  
• Also, I'd like to see you in action. Know how you work, how fast are you in some sort of a test.
  
• Thirdly, I am still diagnosing your situation to be accurate in your treatment.
  
• ... and ultimately, I'd really enjoy your company.

"

" ...OK fair enough.. Um so when do you want me to start? And can I have Jorge pick up my class assignments for me and deliver them here. Oh also maybe tell my roommates that me that Jorge didn't ... Umm you know ...run off and elope witj me or anything because.. Umm they're going to be worried if I don't come back... I'm pretty sure is that we kind of maida display of ourselves in front of half student body.... Hee-Hee I think that was my bad, sorry "

Victoria finally laughed like an angel with her hand in front of her mouth like lady.
"Don't worry about that, I'll let Jorge take care of it.

...and you need to start right now."