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Down the Rabbit Hole We Go: Pound of Flesh Part 3 CROSSOVER Submitting to the Darkness Part 26

Written by @SinsSecondComin.

The night draped over Caldwell like a heavy cloak, suffused with the primal scents of decay and desperation. Rehvenge prowled the labyrinthine streets, a ghost in the darkness, his movements fluid and silent as he navigated the city's underbelly. The neon lights of ZeroSum pulsed like a beacon in the night, casting an ethereal glow that illuminated the damp pavement below, drawing in the lost and the forsaken with its siren call.

As he approached the club's entrance, the thumping bassline reverberated through his bones, a visceral reminder of the raw energy that thrummed within its walls. The bouncers, mere sentinels in the realm of chaos, nodded in recognition, parting the crowd to allow him passage into the heart of the storm. Inside, the air was thick with a heady mixture of sweat, arousal, and something darker—an unspoken tension that crackled in the atmosphere like electricity. Rehvenge's eyes, twin pools of amethyst flame, swept over the crowd with predatory intent as he wove his way through the throng of bodies. Each patron was a pawn in his game, their desires and motives laid bare before him like pieces on a chessboard. He could feel the tension building, a palpable sense of anticipation that hung heavy in the air like a storm on the horizon.

Ascending to his office in the upper echelons of ZeroSum, Rehvenge's mind churned with the twisted fantasies that awaited him in the hidden chamber below. In the depths of his depravity, he relished the thought of what was to come, a dark hunger gnawing at the edges of his sanity. For once, he was grateful for Xhex's absence, her absence sparing him the prying eyes of his own security detail. He craved the solitude of his sins, the intimacy of his darkest desires laid bare.

An addiction had taken hold of him from the moment he laid eyes on Drake, a man destined to pay for sins he had yet to commit. Unlike Slohane, Drake would not have the luxury of salvation at the hands of Rehvenge's allies. No, Drake would face the full wrath of his vengeance, alone and unrepentant.

As Rehvenge approached the hidden safe room within his office, he could feel the anticipation building like a crescendo in his veins. Drake lay bound and helpless upon the cold steel table, a symbol of everything Rehvenge despised. And in that moment, surrounded by the echoes of his own darkness, he knew that there would be no mercy—only the cold embrace of retribution, and the sweet release of his own twisted desires fulfilled.

As Rehvenge stood over Drake, his heart pounding in time with the sickening rhythm of his victim's screams, he felt a surge of raw power course through his veins. The safe room, a chamber of horrors hidden beneath the polished veneer of his office, seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy—a twisted sanctuary where the boundaries of morality blurred and the darkness within him reigned supreme.

The air was heavy with the scent of blood and fear, a metallic tang that clung to the walls like a miasma of despair. Every sound, every whimper and cry, echoed off the soundproof barriers with a chilling clarity, bouncing back to envelop them in a cocoon of torment.

Rehvenge's fingers danced with a macabre grace as he wielded the tools of his trade, each strip of flesh peeled away with a precision that bordered on obsession. Drake's screams, once sharp and piercing, had become a symphony of agony—a cacophony of pain that fueled the fire burning within Rehvenge's soul.

His eyes, once the cool hue of amethyst, blazed with a fiery crimson as he reveled in the exquisite torture of his victim. With each agonized cry, he felt a perverse sense of satisfaction wash over him—a primal urge that drove him ever deeper into the abyss of his own depravity.

But beneath the facade of control, there lurked a darkness that threatened to consume him whole—a gnawing hunger that could never be sated, no matter how deep he delved into the shadows. And as he stood amidst the carnage, bathed in the sickly glow of crimson light, he knew that he had become something more than what his kith and kin saw him as.—something monstrous, something beautiful in its own twisted way.

As Rehvenge stepped into the scalding embrace of the shower, the hot water cascading over his skin like a cleansing baptism, he felt the weight of his sins bearing down upon him. The echoes of Drake's screams still reverberated in his mind, haunting him like a ghost that refused to be exorcized.

The steam filled the bathroom, swirling around him in a haze of heat and humidity, a veil to shield him from the harsh realities of the world outside. With each drop of water that fell, he could feel the tension in his muscles slowly begin to unravel, the adrenaline-fueled high of his actions giving way to a bone-deep weariness.

Leaning against the tiled wall, he closed his eyes and let out a ragged breath, the events of the night playing out in vivid detail behind his eyelids. The sensation of flesh yielding beneath his touch, the symphony of pain and anguish that had filled the air—it was a tableau of horror that threatened to consume him whole.

But amidst the darkness, there lingered a glimmer of something else—a flicker of doubt, of remorse, that refused to be silenced. For all his power and influence, Rehvenge was still a man haunted by his own demons, tormented by the choices he had made and the lives he had destroyed. As the water continued to cascade down his body, washing away the stains of blood and sin, he couldn't help but wonder what awaited him on the other side of this cleansing ritual. Would he emerge from this baptism reborn, purified of his sins? Or would he remain forever shackled to the darkness that lurked within his soul?

With a heavy sigh, he reached for the soap, lathering his skin with a mechanical precision that belied the turmoil raging within him. The scent of sandalwood and musk filled the air, mingling with the steam to create a heady cocktail that enveloped him in its embrace. But even as he scrubbed away the physical remnants of his sins, he knew that the scars they left behind would never truly fade. For Rehvenge, the path to redemption was a treacherous one, fraught with pitfalls and perils at every turn. And as he stood beneath the torrential downpour of the shower, he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever find his way back to the light; or if he even wanted too.

#DowntheRabbitHoleWeGo #PoundOfFlesh #PartThree #CROSSOVER #SubmittingToTheDarkness #PartTwentySix #SASBDB #SaintsNSinners #BDB #BlackDaggerBrotherhood #BDBRPG

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veiledtreasurebdb-blog · 1 year ago

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A Chance Meeting w@PretyGrlAmari

Treasure: It had been a month since I arrived in Caldwell, and for the most part, I was all set up. The camper was fully stocked with everything I needed. I had gone out and purchased some summer things for the upcoming season. There were two things that I still needed to take care of. One, was the legal things. If I was going to stay in Caldwell, I was going to need to get new identification, plates for the camper and car, etc. However, seeing as I wasn’t sure I was staying, that could wait. What was top priority however, and getting more and more pertinent every single day, was finding a civilian to feed from. It wasn’t as if there were corner stores with signs out front, “Need To Feed? Inquire Inside”. It was a whole underground market and you had to know someone involved to find it. In Colorado it was easy. I grew up using the services. But here, I didn’t know a soul and it wasn’t like you could go up to any civilian and feed. Well, you could but, most of the time they wanted an exchange, tit for tat, you feed off me, I feed off you… I wasn’t able to do that. If anyone fed from me, they would know what I was, immediately. As much as I wanted to find others like me, that wasn’t the way. If knowledge of what I was, were to become known to just any civilian, I would be in grave danger. That’s why I had always used the service of paying someone to feed from. I fed from them, I paid them for the service, the reciprocation was the payment, there was no expectation of feeding from me when I was done. It was clean and easy. So, that had been what I had spent the past couple of weeks doing, trying to find an underground service for feedings. However, I hadn’t actually met any civilians yet, so that caused a problem. I had run into a few, seen them from afar, but my instincts had told me not to approach, or maybe it was just my mahmen whispering in my ear. Either way, I hadn’t introduced myself, hoping a better opportunity would present itself. However, now I was getting desperate, and that was not a good place to be.

An annoying beep sounded and woke me from my thoughts. Standing up, I grabbed at one of the baskets with wheels and dragged it over to the washing machine that sounded. As I began to pull the clothes out, I could feel the weakness in my muscles. Simple tasks had begun to make me weary and I was sure I was beginning to look weak to any onlookers. That was why I decided not to go to the same laundromat tonight. I needed to switch up my routine. The weaker I got, the more I needed to protect myself. So, I drove a few miles into the city and found a quiet, little, corner laundromat to do my dirty laundry in.

Amari: Loading the baskets in my car, grumbling to myself that the only night I get off from #ZeroSum I end up doing laundry. Not a date, not a girls’ night or even just a night to go to the movies all by my lonesome and hide out in the back eating way too much popcorn and candy. But NNNNOOOOOOO……. Here I am off to the corner laundromat. Thank Scribe there is a actually a 24 hour one only a few blocks from the club so I don’t have to try and find one. It is almost always completed empty and that is the way I like it.

Thinking as I make by way to the laundromat, I still haven’t met many people outside of the staff of the club and #Trez. The VIP room is so well secured, even I have only had the brief pleasure of seeing a couple of the Brothers. The other females at the club don’t seem to keen on being chummy with me either. Seems my presence has ruffled a few of their feathers. I’m only doing as I was asked and, if truth be told, I am actually loving this place. Does hurt that Bossman lets me do as I please and, well, I don’t know what it is about him, but something intrigues me. Maybe it’s what he is. I don’t know but, i will figure that out sooner or later.

Pulling in, I notice another vehicle already there and I see a blonde inside filling a washer with laundry. Parking and walking in with my basket, she looks my way, a small smile and a very quiet “Hi” is mummerred at me. I reply a quick “Hello” and start to fill a washer not to far away. It isn’t hard to tell she is the same as I, and from the looks of her, she needs a good meal. I watch her from the corner of my eye wondering if I should engage conversation with her, but I hesitate. If she is willing to talk, I will let her make that contact.

Treasure: As I pulled my laundry out of the washer and began to move it to the dryer, the sound of the front door opening up startled me and I jumped slightly at the noise. How can I be so ignorant as to let my guard down for even one second?! I shifted my body so that my body was facing the door, and whoever it might be that was entering the laundromat. Back to the wall, Treasure, back to the wall. My hand moved to my purse, inside of which is my trusty Beretta Nano, as well as a dagger my mahmen gave to me years ago. Those were two of the weapons my mahmen made sure I knew how to use. The Beretta was perfect as a concealed weapon, and the dagger, well… that had its own uses.

The jump my heart had done seemed to settle once I got a good look at the newcomer. It was a somewhat petite brunette, with her own basket of laundry. I offered her a small smile and a soft, “Hi.” as she made her way to the washers. She responded with a brief, “Hello.” and continued with her own business. I could tell right away that she was just like me. Well, maybe not /just/ like me. But, she was definitely of my race.

Fumbling a bit with the change for the dryer, I ended up dropping half my roll of quarters on the floor. Hands shaking, I fell to my knees, trying to pick them all up before the female across the room notices how out-of-sorts I truly am. As she looked my way, I shot her a sheepish grin, “I’m such a clutz. My mahmen has always told me I’m all thumbs.” So totally not true, but she didn’t have to know that.

Amari: Watching her scramble trying to pick up the quarters, it’s obvious she is nervous. Something is off with her. I lean down and pick up the wayward quarter that had stopped just shy of my feet and walk it over to her, smiling. “Mahmens know us better than anyone, huh? Wrong, at least in my case. Mine is so clueless to the way of the world we live in now. She still tries to test me like a young even though I am nowhere close to that.” Handing her the quarter, trying to give her a reassuring smile that I’m no danger to her but seeing a bit of something in her eyes. Maybe it was fear, maybe anxiety? I don’t know. Maybe she is hiding from someone or maybe she is a crazed female and I’m about to have a brawl on my hands. “I’m Amari. Is everything alright?” Noticing her looking out the window like she is expecting someone else. “I’m alone. Are you expecting someone? I’m just here to do my laundry on my night off and not looking for trouble.” Backing away from her as she rises, wishing I had worked tonight.

Treasure: Memories of my own mahmen rushed through my thoughts as the female in front of me rambled on about her own. Everything was so much simpler back in Colorado. Alexandria, my mahmen, and I all lived in a quiet cabin in the woods in the Rocky Mountains. Once a month, or so, we would venture in to the nearest town to get things we couldn’t make, or hunt for, or supply for ourselves, things like toilet paper and feedings. Otherwise, we pretty much lived off the land. Alexandria was a survivalist, and she taught us well. I swiped at a singular tear that slid down my cheek before looking up and out the window. How I wished either of them would walk in that door and rescue me from the mess I had found myself in. Although, my mahmen was probably looking down at me from the Fade, at that very moment, completely ashamed and irate at me for coming to Caldwell, in the first place.

My gaze dropped to the coin in my hand as the female, Amari stepped back. Everything, from her posture to the tone in her voice, told me that she wasn’t a threat, and this was the closest I had come to any kind of a conversation with someone of my kind. So, I decided to take a chance. “Thank you.” My voice sounded distant, even to myself, and I shook my head, “I’m sorry. I’m not from around here… and I’ve heard so much about this place… Caldwell, I mean, and not much of it was good. I probably shouldn’t have come. Yet… “ I didn’t want to explain who I was seaking, that would give away too much. “Well, I lost my family recently, and… I just felt drawn here.” Why I kept talking, I wasn’t sure. It was probably nerves. I did that sometimes, when I first met new people, I would just blab on, and on. “I’m sorry, you didn’t really ask.” I turned back to the dryers and filled them with the change they needed.

Amari:

Completely understanding how she feels to be in a new place and, I’m guessing, all alone, since I’m pretty much in the same position. Although, not by choice. Still not sure the reasons I was given to come here were the real reasons as #ZeroSum was doing just fine. I mean #Trez himself was a bit of a mess, but the club was thriving. Bringing my thoughts back to her.

“Look. I’m new to Caldwell myself. I was sent here to help out family friends or so I’ve been told. But I understand. I’m all alone in a strange place. So, if you need to talk, please go ahead. I’ve got nowhere else to be tonight since it’s my night off from the club so go ahead and share.” Watching her as she turns back to look at me, unsure exactly what her expression means. Not sure if it is relief or what that crosses her face. “Honestly, you can talk I me. I could use some friendly chit chat. The females at the club dislike me so I haven’t really made any friends yet.” Smiles at her.

Treasure: The need to trust someone was so strong and Amari intentions seemed authentic enough. Yet, there was no way I could tell her my story. Being who I was, or more to the point, what I was, I couldn’t just allow anyone to have that kind of information about me.

I was a Chosen, very possibly the last of my kind. My mahmen was pregnant with me when the Other Side was raided. Somehow, she made it out, to This Side. With the help of Alexandria, we stayed hidden for 75 years in the mountains in Colorado. My mahmen was sure we were the only survivors, but I had heard whispers of others like me here, in Caldwell. That was what had drawn me here. However, if anyone knew my real origin, I would be in grave danger. So, I couldn’t share my whole story with Amari. However, it would be nice to have a friend.

Shaking my head slightly, I began, “It’s just been a rough couple of months for me. I’ll be okay.” I paused and bit my lip. “But, do you happen to know of somewhere I can pay for a feeding? Somewhere I don’t have to trade? I’m… I had a bad experience once and I don’t like trading with someone I don’t know.” Okay, great way to start off a friendship, by lying. But, if I told her the truth, and she did turn out to be trustworthy, I could be putting her in danger, too.

Amari: Her question explained why she looked so tired. The need to feed when ignored does not do our bodies well. It said a lot that she even opened up. But, something tells me there still is more than what wants me to know. I can’t blame her for that. We all have a few secrets. Walking back over to her leaning on the machine next to her, with a smile on my face. “It might just be your lucky night. I happen to work at a little club not too far Into the city limits of Caldwell. It is a very elite club. I’m sure I could if you wanted to come in, maybe tomorrow evening, definitely arrange a private feeding for you. No return feeding required, of course.” Smiling as I noticed a change in her expression. Almost a look of relief. “The club tends to cater to a variety of clientele. If there are other needs you have, just so you know, this could also be arranged. Just let me know what you require and when.”

Treasure: The most enormous sense of relief flooded through my veins as she explained the services at the club she worked at. It couldn’t be a more perfect set up for me. I could pay for the feeding, and there would be no expectations of a feeding in return. It was almost like the ones I received back home, except those weren’t done in a fancy nightclub. Yet, this way, it kinda seemed self-indulgent, a little bit wicked, and maybe even a little bit naughty. What would my mahmen think? …she would think I was doing what I had to, to survive. Actually no, she would think, ‘What the hell are you doing in Caldwell, Treasure?’ But, what choice did I have? After both she and Alexandria went to the Fade, what was I supposed to do? I needed to find out if there were in fact more like me.

Turning toward Amari, I spoke up, “Could you do that for me? I would be eternally grateful for the assistance.” I was almost afraid to ask, but curiosity got the better of me. “What other kind of services are there?”

Amari:

I was a little surprised by her question but we all have needs. “Well, if you are looking a job, we are always looking for dancing girls. If you are looking for a sexual encounter of some sort, male or female, there are plenty of opportunities to partake of that in one of the private rooms.” A feeling coming over me that she is looking for something or someone in particular. “Tell me what you are really looking for and I’ll tell you if I can help?” Walking over to check on the washing machine hoping she opens up but getting no response. “You can trust me. I know what it’s like to not want to lean on anyone, but frankly, having a friend in this crazy ass place would be kinda nice. Wouldn’t it?”

Treasure: My eyes turned to saucers as Amari started to explain exactly what kind of ‘services’ were offered at the nightclub she worked for. Okay, the word ‘naughty’ didn’t even come close to the visions that were now bopping around in my mind. Well mahmen, I guess I’m not in Kansas anymore… Swallowing down a large lump in my throat, I replied, “I really only need a way to find a feeding. That’s all. I don’t need… any of that other stuff.” I paused for a minute before my curiosity got the better of me. “I don’t mean to be rude by asking, but is that other stuff common at nightclubs?” Growing up in a cabin in the mountains, I guess I really did miss a lot more than I ever realized. I felt badly now. My mahmen really would have my hide if she knew what I was learning about.

Amari: Realizing I may have just freaked her out a bit, I give her a friendly smile before speaking. “You could say the club I work at is a bit exclusive and some may, but not all. And, we don’t offer some of the services to the masses. Again, it’s very elite. We have some ……exclusive clientele. it’s all very discreet. No one know who comes and goes or why.” Seeing her body relax some, hoping she isn’t changing her mind. It was so nice to find a female to speak openly with for a change. “So, how about you come to the club tomorrow night as my guest? You can check it out. I can kinda give you an idea of how things could work. And then you can decide if you want me to go ahead and look up a feeding for you?”

Treasure: The whole thing sounded very… elusive, and as much as I was put off by some of the offerings, the visions that were bubbling up in my mind were so intriguing, it was difficult to say, ‘No.’ to Amari’s offer. So, I didn’t. “…Okay.” I replied, quickly adding on, “I will definitely need a feeding. It’s been way too long.” I felt comfortable enough in trusting her to help me set that up. Sure, I didn’t know her very well at all, but my gut was telling me she was worth trusting, and I pretty much always followed my gut.

The dryer housing my clothes dingged and I walked over with a rolling basket to pull my clothes out. “Would it be difficult to set up a feeding on such short notice?” I hoped not. The aches in my body were getting to the point where they were really beginning to get in the way of doing normal activities… like simply pulling clothes out of a dryer, and folding them.

Amari: “No, not at all. I can make a quick call and have it set up for you tomorrow night.” Pulls out my phone putting in #Trez’s number. “You want just a one-sided feeding? Nothing else, right?” Types a text to #Trez to see who is free. “And you are ok coming into the club? You can meet me there first and have a drink?”

Treasure: Rolling the cart over to a table, I began the process of folding my clothes. “Yes, just a one-sided feeding. No return feeding, and no extras.” I could feel the flush burn across my cheeks at the thought of wanting something else. “Coming to the club would be fine. I’m curious about the experience of a nightclub. We don’t have any where I come from. Just bars.” I smiled at the thought of the bar that I would go to once in a while, back home. It was called ‘Diggers.’ It was named after the many gold diggers that flocked to the area during the great Gold Rush Era. Surprisingly, there were quite a few vampires in the area, and they seemed to congregate there. It was one of the places I felt safe. I missed that feeling, now.

“Do you think I could I meet up with you after, though? I’m going to be a little nervous, and really only focused on getting that feeding done. I won’t be much company. But, after would be great.” I offered a sincere smile, hoping not to put Amari off by my suggestion of meeting after. She had been so sweet, and genuinely helpful tonight. It would be nice if I just made my first friend here, in Caldwell. “Would you have time to meet up then, or would you be working?”

Amari:

Smiling at her excited about the prospect of making a true friend when there are so few to make. “Yes, afterwards is good. Most of the time I’m just monitoring things and visiting with guests. I’ll watch for you after the feeding and you can come to my office and have a drink in private to give you time to, well, regroup yourself so to say. Scribe knows after that you surely don’t want to be surrounded by some of the males that would surely hit on you there.” A reply comes in on my phone from #Trez and I quickly scan it. “Looks like tomorrow is a good night, Bossman says we can do it at 11pm if that time works for you. Lohre is free and he is most appealing to the eyes. He is normally booked as the ladies find him most appealing and good luck keeping your desire to have bite you back in check once you get a look at him.” Laughs softly at her expression as my machine chimes done and I go to gather my things. “So, 11pm tomorrow?”

Treasure: I was thrilled that Amari hadn’t seemed to take offense my change in her plans, and looked forward to seeing her after I would have a chance to get some blood in my stomach. My mind would be so much less scattered than it was now.

Another blush creeped up my neck and into my face at her mention of males hitting on me. I knew I was a Chosen, a fact I shared with absolutely no one, and I knew Chosen were supposed to be these beautiful females, but I had grown up in a small town in the middle of the woods and saw myself more as somewhat of a redneck. Not that I hadn’t been hit on before, but I was never comfortable with it, when it happened. Most of the males I knew from back home, I had grown up with, so they saw me as their sister, or whatever. Back there, I had never gotten the stares or come ons that I had gotten from males since moving to Caldwell. It put me on edge, and I avoided them as much as I could. I guess I would have to deal with it, if I wanted to get a feeding in, though. I brushed a hair behind my ear in embarrassment at the thought, “I’m sure there are plenty of females less ordinary than me at a nightclub.” At least that was the hope.

Watching curiously as Amari checked her phone, I continued to finish up folding my clothes. 11pm. I nodded. That would be perfect, early enough where I could visit with Amari after, and still get some other things accomplished at home later. I could feel the heat burning off my cheeks at her comments about Lohre, and let an anxious chuckle slip past my lips. Flashing a soft smile, I replied, “I’m sure I will be able to control myself.” If she only knew. I honestly didn’t know what it would be like to have someone draw from my vein. Not once, in my whole existence had any male ever taken my vein. My mahmen had forbidden it, and for good reason. If someone were to taste my blood, they would know immediately I was a Chosen, and nothing good would come of that.

Before I packed up my folded laundry, I scribbled my number down on a piece of paper, and giving Amari one last smile, I passed it to her. “That sounds perfect. Here’s my number. If you send me a text with the details, I will see you tomorrow at 11pm.” Grabbing my bag full of clothes, I exited the laundromat, excited at the prospect of a new friend, as well as finally getting a chance to feed.

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