darkloverlost

[darkloverlost]

SLAP IN THE FACE w/@EternalTohrment

Tohr:

*I had kept a respectful distance from Wrath since the death of Beth,  I had tried to talk to him, to make him see that life could continue after the death of your Shellan,  hell I was living proof of that,  but the stubborn SOB wouldn’t listen to me, or any of the other Brothers.  Not even Lass could get through his thick skull.  So I kept the Brotherhood going, set rota’s,  gave out nightly assignments and on top of that I oversaw the Trainee’s,  made sure that LW was doing ok.  I barely had time for mine own Shellan,  let alone time to spoon feed a selfish asshat who had given up on himself.

But enough was enough,  since his failed suicide attempt dessent was rife within the household.   The Brothers had, had enough,  especially V.  I was starting to believe that his constant bitching about moving out of the compound and back to the Commodore was true and wherever he went, Butch was bound to follow.  Phury already spent his off rotation time up in Arindarock with Cormia and the rest of the Chosen.  Truth was that no one liked being around the Manse the way things were.  If this shitstorm continued,  not only would there be no King,  there would be no Brotherhood either and I would be fucked if I was going to let that fly.

Wrath:

It had been three long weeks since my night in the alley. Poor Anara had been kicked out of the program on her ass. It was bad enough that she was a female striving to be a Brother, but to be kicked out for assisting the King in an attempt to take his own life. She would be shamed for the rest of her existence. Whether she was complicit or not, there was no room for that kind of error within the Brotherhood. If I could ever find a way to make that up to her, I would. Not sure how, but I would have to come up with something.

At this point, I had enough of my own issues to deal with. No one in the family was talking to me. Shit, I wasn’t even sure they were at the manse anymore. It was so quiet lately that it felt like I had the place all to myself. Not that I was going to test that theory. I was completely content to continue hiding out in my suite. At first it was due to not being able to get around all that well, after what happened. Then I just decided I liked it better being holed up. After V took me to see that female that stole me back from The Fade, I wasn’t interested in facing anyone. They were sure as hell not going to get me back to that female’s home. I would not apologize to the one fucking female that took me away from my one chance at going home to my queen.

The one person I really did miss was LW. The doggen would bring him in to see me, but even he didn’t seem happy to be there. He would fiddle around with his toys and pretty much keep to himself. If I tried to ask him how things were for him, he would just give me a, “fine,” or an, “okay.” He even appeared to be just as angry with me as the rest of the family. He couldn’t possibly understand what had happened and I definitely wasn’t going to go into it with him. He was just a kid. He shouldn’t have to be dealing with everything he has.

As I sat and listened to him play with his latest remote controlled speedster, I wondered about what was next for me. The Fade didn’t want me. The Brotherhood was making it plain as day that they didn’t want me anymore. Hell, even my son didn’t seem to want me. Why the fuck were they all so upset with what I had done?

Tohr:

My shitkickers tread the familiar path to what was once Wrath’s “Throne Room”,  I stuck my head in,  peering around the door wondering if today was the day that Wrath finally pulled his head out of his ass and got back to business.  But no,  the room was as empty as it always was of late.  I steered myself out and up to the First Family suites, taking the stairs 2 at a time.   I paused in front of the door unsure if this was the right things to do,  to intrude in another’s pain but then I thought if Lass hadn’t inserted his glittery, chaps wearing angel ass into mine, Wellsie and my son would never have made it into the Fade and I would never have found love again with my beloved Autumn.

Without thinking about it again, I stepped up to the door and gave it a good pounding.  Without waiting for a response, I threw open the door and strode in.  “Wrath…..?  This shit has gone on way too fucking long.  Something’s gotta give, my man……!

My eyes instantly fell on LW,  who looked up to me with a grin.  “Uncle Tohr!”  He pushed to his feet and ran over to me, hugging me.  “Hey lil man,  what’s doing today?”  I ruffled his hair and eyeballed Wrath,  looking as miserable as every other fucking day. Scribe this kid deserved so much more than this waste of a throne holed up in his suite day after day.  “Listen up LW,  how bout you go tell Uncle Rhage that I said it was ok for him to you out with him and Bitty to go get some ice cream in the GTO,  ok?”  He nodded and smiled at me as if he were thankful that at last he had a reason to get away from his father.  

“Wrath,  we have to talk and I am not leaving until you see sense”.

Wrath:

Mother fucker… How dare he blow into my suite and send my son off as if he has every right in the world to screw with my life. This was my time with my young. Sure, it might have been tense and awkward, but my son understood that I was a complex male. He knew I loved him. He was about the only thing about life that I loved. He was what got me through the past ten years.

Shit… ten years. Had it really been that long? I paused to think about the date. It was September, I knew that. Yup. Ten years ago, September 1st. The date had just passed. How was it I missed the anniversary? I never missed that date. I thought back, I was still in the med suite at the time, pumped up on all kinds of drugs. Another thing to be pissed at the family for. They just couldn’t keep their noses out of my shit.

I didn’t bother to acknowledge Tohr’s existence in my suite. Sooner or later he would get tired of talking to the wall and leave, just like everyone else did. Lying back against the headboard of my bed, I closed my eyes behind the wrap-a-rounds and began to reminisce about better nights, nights when my queen would pull me into our mated bed and do unthinkable things to me, even just the mornings where I would come home after a long night and she would sink into arms and just sleep. There was something so settling about the way she breathed so lightly in her sleep.

Tohr:

*I stepped deeper into the room and kicked the door closed,   I could sense the animosity coming off Wrath,  but I was done pretending that I gave a shit about his “feelings”.  

“Wrath,  you can sit there with a fucking attitude,  I really have no fucks left to give when it comes to your bullshit.  No one does,  but you are going to listen to me, and believe me I am going nowhere, I am not leaving this room until you listen to me and listen properly.   You and me are going to get real cosy and shit.

I planted myself in front of the door,  my arms crossing over my chest, getting good and comfy.  The silence was stifling, but I thought I would give Wrath a chance to say something,  anything before I let loose on his shit.

Wrath:

I had been through this before, more times than I could count. Almost everyone in the family had come up to my suite to, “try and talk some sense into me.” It never worked. Even some of the females had come up and tried their, “we understand…” spiel. Nothing sank in as much as being turned away at the doors of the Fade by my beloved. That was the biggest “Fuck You” I could have ever experienced. Nothing else seemed to hurt anymore. That was supposed to be my final step. I was to walk though those beautiful doors and into the waiting arms of my Beth. But, even that wasn’t to be my fate. My fate was to rot down here, without my queen, longing forever, but never achieving. How could one male word me into any kind of pain? He didn’t get it. Nothing would ever sink in. Sure, the threat of losing my throne had stung. But, I knew that wouldn’t be so easily done. There were laws in place that would make it next to impossible for them to actually dethrone me.

Letting out a huge sigh, I crossed my arms as if to say, “Do your worst. It’s not going to matter.”

Tohr:

I shrugged. Fine,  lets hit him with the big guns first.   “Alright then,  so I have had Saxton look up some precedent and we have drawn up some papers to remove you from the Throne and draw up a conservatorship for LW until he is of age to sit on the Throne himself,  he will work with a council to lead the Race since you are no longer capable or even interested in what happens to your Young, your Brotherhood,  your family or the race.  I would ask for you to sign it but let’s face it.  You can’t be fucked to come down and eat with the family,  why would you want to sign a piece of paper to take away from you, the one thing you didn’t want in the first place,  right?

I moved from the door, to perch on the edge of the dresser,  closer to the so-called King than I had been for a while.  The grief and his recent brush with death were showing on his face and physique.  He may not know that I knew but he was barely feeding from Ibree or any of the other Chosen that Phury sent his way.  The last time he had fed properly was from the redhead,  Wicked when the ballsy Female had basically growled at any other person that came within an inch of Wrath that didn’t have a white coat and a medical degree.  Maybe that's what we needed to do,  knock his ass out and get a Chosen in to feed him when he was out cold….hey that wasn’t a bad idea…!  I know a few of the Brothers that would be up for clocking the selfish sonovabitch out cold and V would be at the front of the line.

Wrath:

My lip pulled up in a snarl for a millisecond, before I reminded myself that this was a bluff. It would take much more than a quick glance at precedent to get me off the throne. There were trials that needed to be done, time periods that needed to be waited out, and finally a new vote from the race. It wasn’t as simple as signing a few pieces of paper. Did Tohr really think I ruled without knowledge? Did he think that I didn’t know what I was doing? I had to know the laws inside and out in order to do what I did. Sure, I haven’t been doing a lot of it lately, but I still knew the logistics. I created half of them. When I finally decided to sit on that throne, I made the decision that if I were going to do it, I would do it right. There were so many things that needed to be changed from when my sire ruled. I did that! We wouldn’t have half of those laws and rules if it weren’t for me. Not to mention, I was with Saxton when we set up the new laws about my rule, when the race voted me in. I know how they work.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes, not that he could have seen it. “Fuck you, Tohr. I know you can’t get me off the throne that easy. The only way it would be that easy would be if I were to actually make it into the Fade, and seeing as that didn’t happen, you’re stuck with me, for at least a good while longer.” The shithead thought he could come in here and make me break with a bunch of empty lies. He had another thing coming.

Tohr:

*I arched my back and let some joints pop before resettling my position on the dresser*  You think that I don’t know that,  but the thing is one thing can get your useless ass off the Throne,  a vote of no confidence from your people,  which is then supported by the Brotherhood.  Which we have.  Do you think that our people don’t know that you tried to kill yourself?  V and I have been fielding calls left and right via the Audience House, with Abalone’s help.  V and I are looking after YOUR people,  YOUR business.   You wanted this Throne but where are you when you are needed?  Holed up in your suite,  avoiding everyone and everything because you got pissy because it wasn’t your time to get into the Fade.  You think that you are the only one who know’s how much that hurts,  right?   Well as per fucking usual you don’t know shit.  Lemme guess,  when you blew your sorry ass up and cost an excellent trainee her spot in the programme, you saw Beth.   Am I right….?

Wrath:

“You fucking dare talk about taking away MY throne in one breath and in the very next one, you let my queen’s name fall from your lips?!” I was beyond furious. I would not let them take away my throne. “As I seem to remember, you need to have 90 consecutive days without me on that throne before you can put your pen to that order. It has not been 90 consecutive days.” I knew this because it was one of the only things I kept track of. “If I go into that Audience House anytime in the next two months, that vote of no confidence that you are so thrilled to threaten me with doesn’t mean any more than the paper it’s printed on.”

I stood up with a growl. “Now, if you’re done coming up here and taking your shot at getting through to me for the month, don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out!”

Tohr:

I nodded to myself, and stood up,  pacing the small path from the bathroom to the door.  “So,  did I tell you that my Wellsie was stuck in limbo after she died?  *I didn’t wait for a reply, I knew I wouldn’t get one anyway*  “My Shellan and my Young, were stuck in a wasteland because I couldn’t bring myself to accept their death.  I was selfish and I disappeared.  I  stayed in that cave and starved myself,  I couldn’t be sure that suicide’s would get into the Fade and I couldn’t mess up my chance to be with Wellsie and my son,  so I starved myself till I was too weak to move,  I barely had the energy to move or even think.  I definitely didn’t have the energy to fight off Oprah’s biggest fan when he showed up and carted my miserable ass back to the land of the living. And did I hate him for it….yeah,  I despised his ass,  I would have loved to bury my daggers in his heart, but you and my brothers helped me.  You all and Autumn.  I would be lost with all of you getting all up in my biz and forcing me to let my Wellsie and my Son go into the Fade where I am sure they and Darius are looking after your Beth until your rightful time to join her.  It’s not your time Wrath,  your son needs you.  We need you”.  

I sighed deeply,  I knew that this was a long shot but the only way any of us would ever get into Wrath’s logical side at the moment was via Beth.   I felt like a total loser using Beth and Wellsie this way but it was my last shot.  A last ditch effort to get the Blind King to see what was going on all around him.  That Beth’s death had affected us all, not just him and that closing himself was a kick in the balls to everyone.

Wrath:

Blah, blah, blah… I knew this story. Fuck, I lived this story. It didn’t seem that it was that long ago, but it was. Tohr had straight up disappeared the moment he found out about Wellsie. I’m still not quite sure how he managed that one, but that wasn’t what was important. What was, was that I was tired of hearing about it. Yes, I remembered when Tohr disappeared. Yes, I remembered why Tohr disappeared. Yes, I remember that Wellsie and his son were stuck in limbo. Thing is, Beth is not stuck in limbo. Beth is in the Fade, and she’s obviously not waiting for me, if she met me at the door and slammed it in my face. Not that I had owned up to that little piece of information with many people. I wonder how Tohr would feel if I threw that in his face.

However, as much as I hated to admit it, he had hit a nerve… or two. One, he reminded me that Beth did slam the door in my face. But, he also made me remember how we all felt when we found Tohr and his next-to-lifeless body. It had been brutal for all of us, seeing him like that, trying to slap the stupid out of him. I gritted my teeth as he made me think about how they all must feel watching me waste away. Fuck him! I chose this. Then again, my plan had failed on an epic scale and I had no next move. Although, I couldn’t see trying to shift back to normal. There was no longer a normal for me. There was just this… this emptiness without a white light at the end of the tunnel. It was all just a big black hole, no matter which way I turned. The only things that mattered to me right now were 1. My son. 2. My throne. 3. As much as I hated to admit it, my family. I did still care what happened to them. I just hated that they wouldn’t let me face this my way, or not face it, as that’s what I’ve chosen.

Tohr:

*I had, had enough of this bullshit so I decided to deliver a semi low blow*  So has LW told you that he is flunking his school classes?  Nalla is miles ahead of where LW racks up.  He doesn’t sleep much at night,  did you know that?  Did you know that when he is upset or he has questions about something,  he comes to me or to JW because Dad is too sad or Dad is in the recovery suite after his “accident”.  Scribe Wrath, he has night terrors and cries for hours when he has them,  how do I know this?  He comes to me or Autumn.  Your young,  Beth’s son, thinks that his Dad doesn’t love him enough and that is why he doesn’t want to be here anymore!   Wrath, you may not give a flying fuck about anyone else but you have to care about your Son?  You are ruining the last thing you have of Beth.

*I stormed to the side of the bed where Wrath was ensconced and I threw down a Glock 17 on the bed next to Wrath* “ If you are so damned determined to kill yourself, at least do it here so we don’t have to come pick up pieces of you all over the place and then no one can come and interrupt your little suicide party.    We won’t stop you,  we are done with this bullshit.  You want to live or die your way?  Fine,  go right ahead.  We will be here to look after your Son when your gone,  like father like son eh Wrath,  your son will have to grow up without his father, just like you did.  But at least he has a houseful of Aunts and Uncles who love him,  hopefully that will make up for the absence of his Mahmen who loved him so much it radiated out of her pores and a Father,  who couldn’t face life with his Shellan, so he left his only Son an orphan.”

I threw open the door,  heading to Last Meal and left him to wallow in his misery,  he may have lost his Shellan but at least he still had a Son.  I on the other hand lost both and I had to live with that every day of my life.  

Wrath:

God damn, mother fucking, asshat! I had been told that LW hadn’t been doing well in his studies, but no one had been so blunt about the why, like Tohr just had. It’s not that I didn’t know I was fucking up. I did. I knew it. But, what was I supposed to do? The motivation just wasn’t there. I could barely get out of bed on days, just to go take a shower. How was I supposed to be present enough, all the time, to be there for LW. Why did they not get that I already knew he was better off without me? I didn’t need Tohr to throw that in my face. That was a truth I had accepted long ago. Why were they not living up to it? Why were they not getting him through this? I was entrusting my young to my Brothers and they were too concerned with what I wasn’t doing than doing what they should be doing for him. I was clearly asking them to step up. But, if he was having night terrors and thinking that I didn’t love him, they were not doing their job.

As I heard the door slam shut, I put my hand on the cold steel of the gun. It would be so easy to just pick it up, put the muzzle in my mouth, and pull the trigger. It would all be over. LW would be released, I would be released, and the family would be released from watching me waste away. But, it was clear I wouldn’t be seeing Beth any time soon. I wouldn’t end up at the doors of the Fade, and even if I did, Beth wasn’t going to let me in. Tears welled up in my eyes for the first time in a long time as Beth’s words rang in my ears. I was letting her down. I had failed her, I had failed my son, and I had failed my family. I threw the gun across the room and picked up the phone. “I need to speak to Fritz.” I waited impatiently for Fritz to come to the phone. If he took too long, I was going to lose my nerve.

“Sire?” came the response from the other end of the phone.

“Fritz. I need to speak to Mary.”

#SlapInTheFace #EBRPG BDBRP

[darkloverlost]

KICK IN THE ASS w/@DiamondEyeDeit

V:

{Happy! I wasn’t happy Wrath and how he just treated that poor female the one who saved his life. Yeah Whicked could’ve left him but she didn’t. The only thing that Wrath had to do was say thank you to her for saving him. I waited till he got into the elevator first, that was when I gave him a nice hard firm kick his ass.} I am disappointed in you brother you could have been more kind to that female.

Wrath:

My teeth were still gritted from the comment Analee had made about my Queen. Maybe no one else’s life revolved around her, but mine sure did. She had been my world from the moment I set eyes on her, before I went completely blind. Even after she left me for the Fade, she remained my world. Everything I did was about getting back to her. Sure, I wasn’t completely unmoved by Analee’s story about her own family. But, what she said about Beth. It was like a knife to my heart.

Taking a step into the elevator, I felt V’s boot up my ass and swung around so fast. With a deep, loud growl, I firmly reminded him, “I may not be sitting on that throne at the moment, and you all may not agree with what I have done, but I am still your King, and you will respect me as such, until the day I am not.” I felt for the buttons on the panel and slammed my pointer finger into the ‘G’ for ground. “As for how this all went down, you should have known better. You didn’t even tell me where we were going, and you did that /because/ you knew I wouldn’t go if you had. So, how can you expect me to act, when you completely blindsided me with something I never would have done on my own?!”

V:

You may be king but first and foremost you were once a warrior and a brother. Yes I respect you and have since the first time we meet hell I have more respect for you than any of the brothers. I have stood by your side since I became a brother and I have served you since you became king  I stood by you when you took Elizabeth a halfbreed as your mate, never did I question you nor belittle you unlike the others. I was the first one to crave her name on your back. I have always stood by you even when you become a father and stood by you when you lost your mate, our queen.

So yes I kick you because you deserve it for how you treated that female, the one who saved your ass for going into the fade. I get it that you went there and saw Beth but have you thought over what she said to you was the truth. Analee had no reason to save you but she did and also kept you alive too by feeding you her blood to keep you here on this world. I had enough of your bullshit and this pity party of you saying that you should go to your mate and be done with this side but what your son Little Wrath.

You want him to grow up thinking his father was a coward and didn't want to see his only son grow up in becoming a warrior and then at some point king of this race? {I was done with Wrath bullshit and that he was the only one to lose a mate. Yes mine came back but she is a ghost, I had wanted to find a way to bring her back hell at one point I wanted to use one of our evil from our race to bring her back but my mother told me that if I did that Jane wouldn’t be good but turn evil and my uncle would have control of her. Once we made it to the ground floor, the elevator doors open I step out before Wrath did.

At this point I didn't care if he spoke to me or not, I got to my Escalade held the passenger door open for him to get his ass inside so I could take him back home and he could do whatever he wanted. I needed to see my female and have a few bottles of grey goose.}

Wrath:

“Fuck you, V! This is no pity party. This is my soul being ripped away and constantly pulling at me to go home to it. I am not me screaming ‘Whoa is me’ at anyone that will listen.” I stopped. This internal struggle was my own. I was not going to validate my actions to him. I didn’t need to. This was not about what I had done. This was about what he had done. He had brought me to Analee’s place to apologize, without a heads up, without telling me ahead of time where we were going, and he had done it that way because he had known that if he told me before hand, I never would have gone.

First off, I had no thanks to give to the female that dragged me back from the Fade, back from Beth, and second, Beth’s words still rang in my ears and I wanted nothing to do with the one particular female that she felt was the one I should be “letting in.” I would never let another female in. I had no desire to do so. I had gone almost 350 years, before meeting Beth, without needing to let anyone in. I had no reason to need to do it now.

I ignored V’s comments about LW as I slid into my seat in the Escalade. LW was another matter that I would not discuss with anyone. Had my plan gone right, LW would have thought I was a hero for dying in combat against the Lessers. Another reason to dislike this Analee. Not only had she torn me away from my one and only beloved Queen, she had tainted the whole plan, contaminated the way it would be told. No longer would my son hear stories of how I died in a great battle, fighting for our race against the Lessers like a warrior. Now, he would hear whispers of how his unbalanced sire attempted to abandon him.

As V took off, I pounded my fist into the dash in front of me. How was I supposed to live with everything that had transpired? Everything was now so much worse than before. I had stood in front of the doors of the Fade and been turned away by my one true love. I had been told by her that she wanted me to let another in. She wanted me to betray her memory and the love that we shared. Soon enough, I would be facing the whole family, with them all knowing what I did. I would also have to raise my son from here on out, amongst whispers of what I’ve done. How could Beth have done this to me?

V:

{I drove us back home without saying another word to him. I was done with his bullshit and this shit of his. Once we got to the house, I went inside I went down to the Pit I needed to either talk to my mate or my mother. This mess with Wrath has really pushed me to a new breaking point, I was even thinking of the unthinkable.

“Careful with that thought dear son of mine. No need to think that and yes I already heard your thoughts Vishous which is why I am here.” I turned to come face to face with my mahmen. I walk over to the wet bar to get me a strong drink but change mind and went for water. “What can I do to help Wrath see what he did has all of us brothers not to trust his judgement when he decides to take a walk outside not like he can fight since he can't see and after what he recently did. I know I shouldn't be pissed at him but he put all of us at risk, including his son.” My mahmen, the Scribe Virgin to everyone else. She started to walk not her usual floating around or the light under her robe. To others she would float to me and a few others she would walk around. It did amaze me sometimes, I have to shake my head to clear it from nonsense.

“Vishous, there is only so much you can to help Wrath. He needs to see what he has done, not only to himself but to everyone in this family. Yes he is king of this race but first a warrior, then a mate to the only female who ever truly loved him then a father and alone. I understand that things didn’t go as Wrath wanted when he went unto the Fade but he has to understand that it was not his time. To Wrath he thought it was his time but sadly it wasn’t his time, he still needs to see his young grow to the right age to take the throne.”  I look at my mahmen as she explained things. “Why don’t you go to Wrath and let him understand this. I don’t want to tell him to let people in because Wrath has always been stubborn. Wrath seems to listen to mahmen, I know not to ask anything of you but could you try to speak to him.” I end up sitting down while my mahmen did her thing which usually meant thinking but I stayed away from her path of pacing. Come to think about it, I do the same thing as my mahmen I have to admit even though I hate to say it, I am just like my mahmen. “I will go and speak to him but under one condition and that is for you to come with me. There is no to this request son, you will join me there to speak to Wrath and it will be in his room.” the only thing I could do was nod my respond back to my mahmen. I knew I couldn’t get out of it even if I tried, not many could say no to her.}

Wrath:

V didn’t say another word to me as we drove back to the manse in silence. It was as if his plan was leaving me to my own thoughts, thinking that was more than punishment enough. Although, in my story, he was the villain today. He was the one that basically forced me into his vehicle, with no explanation of where we were going, then blindsided me with a trip to see the one person in this world that I wanted absolutely nothing to do with. He knew that had he told me where we were going, I never would have stepped foot into his Escalade, and that’s exactly why he did it the way he did. He knew he was being an asshole. He knew what to expect. I don’t know why he got so bent when it went exactly as it had.

Slamming the passenger’s side door to his vehicle, I stormed back into the manse. I was on my own turf now and didn’t need his assistance in getting anywhere. I hadn’t gotten two steps into the hall before George was by my side. At least there was one being I could trust in this world. No matter what the circumstance, George would always stand with me.

George led me back to my room, back to my solitary solace. Sooner or later I was going to have to face the rest of the family. For now, I was happy to retire to my room

V:

{I walk out of the Pit, with my mahmen which was odd that she was really walking along with me till we reach the door. Once I open the door she started to float and was under her robes again. We made it upstairs to where the royal family I didn't bother knocking on the door since my mahmen was with me.}

“Wrath warrior is this how the king should be? Laying around drinking your problem away like that will fix anything.” {I was leaning back against the wall as she talks to you, I figured it was better that this came from her then me.}

“Wrath, son of Wrath the former king. In all of the time I have known you never did I see you laying around, like this. I know it is hard to keep on living without your mate but you do know that there might be someone else out there for you. I know you don't like to hear that but she is out there waiting for you, Wrath.” { I was hoping Wrath would listen to my mahmen but I could see it in his eyes that he might not even listen to her. I know my mahmen won't give up so easily on him.

“Wrath, what will you tell your son on why you are laying here wasting away and gave up on the throne. Maybe I should have Vishous here take the throne and desk and just throw it away. I then should find another king to take over the race since you are wasting away.”

Wrath:

The latch to my quarters rattled and I heard the creak of the door. “Does a closed door to the King’s quarters mean nothing in this house anymore?!” I asked as I swung around to meet my intruder. I had referred to it as ‘...the King’s quarters...’ to make a statement that even though they may be doubting my station in this manse, I was not, and until I was legitimately removed from the position, I was still the king, and deserved the respect that the rank demanded.

I was pissed off enough that someone would barge into my room without the slightest hint of respect to the closed door, but when I heard the voice that spoke next, I was furious. This was a low blow, even for V, bringing his mahmen down to confront me over everything that had happened. This was none of his business and it sure as shit wasn’t any of hers. How dare she judge me and what I have gone through when she has never had to go through such pain. God, does she even feel pain? She just sits up there, on her high horse, looking down and judging everything we do. Divvying out punishments to people as she sees fit, but never truly bothering to understand what we go through. Not that I had any interest in anyone’s pity. But, I didn’t need V running to his mahmen and dragging her down here to point fingers at me.

As soon as she started talking about my son and the throne, I just about had it. There was more needed than just the Scribe Virgin’s say so to take me off the throne at this point and I knew it. There were legal ramifications that had been put into place and it wasn’t as easy as one being’s say so, anymore. However, just hearing the words come out of her mouth was enough to put me in a tailspin. I had enough shit to deal with, I didn’t need any of this. Whipping around, I gritted my teeth together, “With all due respect, fuck you both! You have absolutely no right to come in here and and threaten what I have with my son. Nor can you wave your hand and take away my throne. I do not need this shit. I have been through enough with my Queen turning me away at the doors to the Fade. I don’t need you, V, going and getting Miss High and Mighty to come down here and toss judgement around as if everyone wants to hear it. So, if the two of you would kindly get the fuck out of my quarters.” I didn’t wait for a response, I stormed into my bathroom and slammed to door behind me.

V:

{I knew that this was not going to go well but I wanted to try. Even my mahmen was a little shocked by how Wrath reacted towards her. My mahmen shakes her head, she walked towards me as we both left his room. There was nothing left for us to do or say to even reach Wrath anymore. Yeah, I know that I am giving up but you can push as much as you can before it breaks. I tried my damn best to reach out to help Wrath but I finally saw that he doesn't want to be helped.

As soon as we were far from the third floor, I had thought of getting LW but my mahmen just shook her head no to me. We both made our way back to the Pit to either figure out another way or just let him be. I hate to admit this but I think I am done with Wrath bullshit if he wants to kill himself, then he can. I will not stop him from doing it hell I would give him the daggers to do the job. I had enough of his bullshit. Once I entered my place, I went to Jane and my bedroom to pack our bags for the penthouse. I didn't care that Jane was the doctor of the brothers. She is my mate and I was taking her with me. I didn’t care about anyone anymore. It was time for me and my mate enough of this fighting with a king who didn't care so why should I. I told my mahmen of this and she only nodded her head in acceptance of this. I would come back when people would realize the mess that they are in and come looking for help.}

#KickInTheAss #EternallyBound #BDBRP

[darkloverlost]

I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU: CHAPTER 5 w/@DelicateDeviant

Wrath:

As it turned out, V had me get dressed so he could take me somewhere. Where, I wasn’t sure. I was assuming it was back to the scene of the crime to relive my mistakes. That would be just like V.

No one else seemed to be interested in coming. It used to be, if I left the manse, there were at least two Brothers that flanked me at all times. I guess that was another dagger in the gut, proving that I was no longer looked at as the King of our race.

The car ride was insanely quiet. Fritz often didn’t say much, anyway. So, I wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t talking. But, V… V seemed as if he had a whole dictionary of things to say, although he was being tight-lipped. I had stopped talking after V had told me at the manse that if I didn’t get in the SUV, he would make sure to let the doggen know that I no longer wished to keep my Sire’s throne and to burn it out back with the rest of my things in the office.

V knew how to punch so it hurt. There wasn’t much I valued in this world, but my Sire’s throne was definitely one of them. LW was another. But, V knew way better than to threaten him. So, he had gone with the next best thing.

When the car stopped and I listened to the sounds outside of the window, I didn’t hear the normal hustle and bustle of the red light district. I heard the normal sounds of a somewhat urban area of Caldwell. I looked at V with narrowed eyes, completely unsure of where we were and what we were doing here.

Whicked:

The apartment was quiet,  Lana was out at work and technically since the explosion at the bar I was unemployed as there was not much of a bar left.  I padded through to the kitchen dressed in my pj bottoms and a tank.  Didn’t feel like getting dressed today since I didn’t have to be anywhere.  I put the kettle on to boil and snagged a mug from the shelf and plucked a mint tea bag from the box.  Leaning up against the counter I hummed along to an advert on TV while I was waiting for it to boil.  When the kettle was done, I poured the scalding liquid into my cup and headed back to the sofa, ready to catch up with the latest episode of a series I was watching.

It  was pathetic,  it had only been a few weeks since the explosion and me pulling Wrath out of the rubble, feeding him my blood and meeting some of the Brotherhood and already I was moping about the apartment like I have nothing better to do, wondering why I hadn’t heard from any of them,  not even a “Thanks for saving my life” card or text!  I picked up the paper that Lana had left lying around not so subtly open at the jobs page and checked out the vacancies.

Wrath:

V didn’t miss a beat. As soon as the car stopped, he swung open his door and got out. “Out, my Brother.”

Side-eying him the whole way, I slid out of the SUV on the passenger’s side. “Where are we?”

“Caldwell.” Was the only answer I got before he started walking towards the building. When I didn’t follow, he stopped, turned and said three words, “Your sire’s throne,” and swung his arm wide, directing me toward the apartments.

“God damn, motherfucking, psycho!” I could see that this was going to become a thing. Note to self: as soon as I get back to the manse, make sure the doggen know, the throne stays, no matter who says what! Reluctantly, I followed behind. “Are you at least going to tell me what we are doing here?” I asked as we approached a set of elevators, inside the lobby.

I could tell V was giving me a once over, as if deciding if he wanted to tell me now, or just wait until we got where we were going. Then he turned and entered the elevator.

Following him, I was getting pissed. Yes, I had done something that V and the rest didn’t understand, but I wasn’t a fucking leper! And I wasn’t some little kid that needed to get dragged around by his ears to show him his mistakes.

As the elevator started to slow at the floor of V’s choosing. I slammed my fist into the ‘Stop’ button and turned to look at V. “Why are we here, V? And your tongue better start wagging, or so help me!”

Whicked:

I tossed the newspaper to the side, seeing nothing that I was even remotely interested in.  I only needed something to tide me over until the paperwork the King signed off was closed and I could go to the bank manager at the First Bank of Caldwell and get my loan signed off, and finally open my own club!  I had a little savings and with Lana still working there was no reason we couldn’t cope till that happened.

I sighed a heavy sigh and snuggled back deeper into the couch, I checked my phone and saw a message from Lana telling me she was going to be home late, so I should just go ahead and eat myself…..again.

I scoped out the time on the wall clock and pushed myself up off the couch.  OK, I was gonna pop down to the local Chinese and get some food and come back to watch the late horror movie.   I walked through the apartment to my room and got the fleece that I came home with from the Brotherhood’s compound and picked up my purse, heading for the front door*

Wrath: “We’re here to see the female that saved your life. You’re going to properly thank her, in person, like you should have before she left the compound.” Was V’s no-nonsense reply.

Now, I was fuming! V had no idea why I had no interest in ever seeing that female again, and I wasn’t about to explain it to him, but I also was not going to go along with this. “No fucking way, man!” I turned back to the panel and pulled the ‘Stop’ button back out. As soon as we hit the floor, I planted myself back to the entrance and hit ‘G’ for ground. “I am not getting out of this elevator, V. Not on your life!”

I could hear the doors sliding shut behind me and V threw his foot in the way. “You either get out of this elevator, right fucking now, and go thank that female, or you don’t deserve that throne you are so desperate to hold on to. And, trust me, if you don’t do this now, the whole of the Brotherhood and I will see to it that you never sit on that throne again. You have made some really stupid choices lately, true? Don’t make this your worst.”

Whicked:

I closed the apartment door with a click and shoved my keys into my purse.  Thankfully the closest chinese was only a block away so it was quicker for me to go get it than to get it delivered.  As I made my way down the hallway I could hear raised voices,  raised male voices, and one that sounded exactly like Wrath.  I paused where I was and heard what sounded like Vishous shouting at the King.  Oh this was bad...this was really bad.  

What the hell were they doing here in my building? Just as that thought left my head, I remembered that I was in my PJ bottoms and slippers.  Oh shit…! My life just kept getting better!   Maybe if I was quick I could get to the fire escape stairwell before they saw me, then I could avoid what was bound to be a very awkward sitch on both sides.  

I hurried down the carpeted corridor, my slippers shuffling along.  I curled my spine, making myself seem small, wrapping my arms around my torso.  I lowered my head and looked up under my lids checking the corridor intermittently.  The coast was clear, but the voices seemed like they were getting closer.  Was it just me getting closer or where they coming my way after all?

I was almost there,  only another 50 steps or so and I could sneak out the door and they would never see me and vice versa. 40 steps…..35….SHIT!  2 pairs of black shitkickers appeared at the end of the corridor, followed by the huge bodies of the King and Vishous.

Wrath:

The thought of losing my crown dug in deep. I was surprised by how much the thought of it had me spinning. A few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have cared if the whole race wanted me off that throne, but now… now, it was a different story. It was almost as if it and LW were the only two things keeping me going anymore. It had been a constant for so long that I had never thought about being without it. For years I didn’t want it, but it had been my birthright, belonging to no one but me. Then, after I had decided to take on the role, I actually discovered I enjoyed it. After that, the whole of the race had actually voted me in as their choice to be their king, until I was no longer capable. That was a high honor I had not taken lightly. I had, however, taken it for granted. Now, having it taken away from me was a real possibility, and that thought pretty much had me floored. I turned to V, “You wouldn’t dare.” I gritted. But, his unresponsiveness told me they had already discussed it and this was my test. I either get out of this elevator now, and go thank the female that saved my life, or I was going home, a useless no one. No longer a Brother due to my sight, no longer a hellren, and no longer a king. The only thing I would be able to claim would be father and I hadn’t been much of that in a long time.

Begrudgingly, I stepped out of the elevator and started down the hall. I swear, my feet sounded as if they would hammer right through the floor as I stomped down the corridor. V followed sure footedly behind me. I could feel his grin burning into my back. He was smug about getting his way on this. He was always smug about getting his way, but today he was even more smug.

As we neared the end of the hall, I scented the female we had come to see. What the fuck?! Had V told her we were coming and called ahead to have her waiting on us? I turned toward V and gave him a look that screamed, “You’re an asshole!” Then turned back to the female in the doorway. “Annalee.”

Whicked:

I kept my head down, hoping against hope that they wouldn’t notice me and I could slip through the door unseen, but as soon as I heard my childhood name pass through the lips of the King, I knew that hope was lost.  I paused and looked up at Wrath and Vishous as they barrelled down the narrow corridor toward me,  Wrath looked pissed and Vishous just looked like a smug asshole, as always.  I nodded to Vishous and straightened my spine,  I felt completely conflicted seeing Wrath again.   Part of me hated the sight of his grumpy, unrelenting ass but the other side felt like a stupid pre-trans,  giddy with excitement about seeing the Male she crushed on. I shook my head softly, trying to clear it before I spoke to the hard ass pair before me* “My Lord, how…..uh nice to see you again.  I am glad to see you back on your feet again”.  

*I chewed on the inside of my cheek trying to keep my tongue in check and not piss Wrath off any more than he seemed to be.  I moved closer to the fire escape door, ready to make my move,  surely they couldn’t be here to see me, right?   I am sure they were tracking a Lesser or something like that.  It must just be a coincidence,  because I am sure the King of the Race, is not here to say thank you for saving him…..2 weeks later!  If he wanted to do that,  the Brotherhood has my number,  he could have called or text or something...right?

“If you guys could excuse me I am just on my way out…..?”

Wrath:

A massive whiff of the female wafted up into my nose. This was no ordinary female. There were things about her that threw everything in my world off its axis and that pissed me off even more than the fact that V had forced me here. This was the only ‘her’ that Beth could have meant. ‘Welcome her…’ Fuck that! I was not going to welcome this female anywhere, much less into my life. I was here to do one thing. That was it. Then I was going back to the manse and getting on with my life.

My non-existent fingernails dug into the skin of my palms as I stood before this female, my body stiff as a board. I was afraid to move, for fear that I might move one inch closer and her scent might get that much stronger. This was not happening. Beth. Beth. Beth. I started a chant in my head. I would not allow this female to get under my skin.

Gritting my teeth I thanked her for the well wishes and began, “I, uh… I owe you a debt of gratitude for what you’ve done. So… Thank you.” I turned back towards V and threw my palms up, in order to see if that was good enough to get me out of here.

“You’re an asshole. You know that?” Was all I got in response.

Whicked:

I could tell Wrath was uncomfortable being here,   clearly this visit was not his idea.  V was looking from Wrath to me like he knew something that he wasn’t prepared to let either of us into.  My eyes roamed over Wrath, taking in all the changes in him since the explosion and the feeding after.  He looked whole, healthy but he still had that haunted look on his face.  I wondered what his eyes would hold.  Rumour was they were the most amazing shade of green, not that I would ever know.  

I traced the carpet with the tip of my slipper anxiously,  waiting for someone to say something.  Wrath straightened up and I could see him stiffen as he prepared to talk,  his scent changed, giving off waves of light anger,  finally he rushed off an insincere spiel about thanking me for saving his ass.  

As he turned away from me, clearly feeling that he had done whatever V had brought him here to do, he raised his hands as if to say “There,  you happy now”?  V glowered at the King in a way that only he could do and I heard him call Wrath an asshole,   how true that statement is!  My blood was boiling,  how dare he be so disrespectful.  I lost my job,  I risked my life to drag him out of that burning and rubble strewn alley,  all for what?  This poor excuse of a thank you.  Fuck I would have preferred a fucking text message!

“You thank me?  You thank me for saving your fucking life, do you?  The rumour is that you wanted to die out there, but here you are being fake as fuck and thanking me for saving your shitty life?    Well….you know what Wrath,  I don’t accept your thanks!  You can take your fake thanks and ram it up your Kingly ass!   Now how about you do me a solid and get your fucked up ass and your goateed sidekick out of my life,  and stay the hell out of it?  

Wrath:

The fire in this female ignited something in me that I’d never experienced before and I swung back toward her before I even realized I had done it. Taking two steps into her, I could feel her breath on my chest, as I towered over her. “You’re right.” I growled, “I didn’t want you to save me that night. I didn’t want anyone to save me. I wanted to be left alone and allowed to drift off into the Fade. Instead, your ass found me and decided that you would be a hero and save the fucking Blind King. I was so fucking close I could taste it! Actually, from what I was told, I succeeded, until you decided to thrust your wrist down my throat. Do you have any idea what it is like to finally be standing at the doors of the Fade, your one true love standing in front of you, only to be ripped away from her?! So, pardon me for being an ungrateful, sorry son-of-a-bitch, but you took me away from my end-all, be-all.”

I turned back to V and stepped away from the female. “You fucking happy now?! Did you expect this to go any other way? You should have just had Saxton mail some thank you card with my royal stamp on it, or something. This has been a shitshow ever since stepping out of that elevator.” The fucking nerve of him, dragging me out here to do something he should have know I wasn’t interested in doing. Sure the female saved my life. Why should I be thanking her for that? I didn’t want my life saved. I found my way back over to the elevator and hit the ‘Down’ button.

Whicked:

I stood my ground as Wrath stepped closer to me,  ignoring the aggression washing off of him and over me.  He was trying to intimidate me, but I sure as shit wasn’t going to let him.  I squared up against him and I could sense that Vishous was worried where this was going to go,  he took a step in towards us.  There was no need for him to intervene however,   Wrath said what he needed to say and he said it in front of V and I.  At the mention of his Shellan however, I blanched.  I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved, I am sure that if he knew what happened to my family and my proposed Hellren he would have toned back his little rant.  I really wanted to let him have it with both barrels,  my anger still running through my veins but slowly dissipating.  I gave him all I had left.

“You think you are the only one who ever lost someone Sire?  You think you are the only one who watched their family die at the hands of Lessers?” Out of the corner of my eye I could see Vishous flick his diamond eyes my way and I knew that he knew my story,  sorrow filled his face and he dropped his gaze, I nodded slowly as tears flooded my eyes,  thoughts of my Mahmen, Papa, younger sister and my betrothed danced through my mind,  memories that I thought i had under lock and key.  The dam broke and I used it to shore up my reserves of anger, angry tears replaced the sorrow ones already shed.    “I watched my entire fucking family die, the Male that helped me through my transition,  the one who I was so excited to marry.  All of them dead,  bodies burned.  My family never made it to the Fade!  At least you know your Shellan is safe and waiting for you when it is your time to die,   who is waiting for me?  Get off your high horse Wrath and open your eyes…..the world does not revolve around you,  or your dead Queen!”

I ran then,  straight down the fire escape and into the darkness of the night beyond.  Fuck I never meant to say that, but he pushed me too far!

#IHateEverythingAboutYou #Chapter5 #EBRPG #EternallyBound #BDBRP

[darkloverlost]

REVELATIONS

Today was the day, the day that someone deemed me mentally fit for a tongue-lashing. I wasn’t even awake yet when the door to my chambers flew open, banging against its adjacent wall. I wasn’t quite sure it was evening yet, seeing as I felt as though I hadn’t slept one fucking wink all night. I began to turn to see what the fuss was all about, but the words hit my ears before I had eyes on my intruder.

“Get the fuck out of that bed, Wrath!” Came V’s husky voice. “Now!”

I growled as I shifted on my mattress. “I may not be 100%, yet. But, I am still your king and you /will/ speak to me with respect.” V was one of the Brothers that pushed the boundaries of his station more often than frequent. But, he never fully disrespected the throne or me. None of the Brotherhood did. Today, he was standing with one foot over that line. It was one thing I wouldn’t stand for.

V moved swiftly across the room, headed toward my closet. “Not today, you’re not. Today your my Brother, the one that recently tried to kill himself, thereby giving up his rights to said throne.” He stopped as he hit the closet door and turned. “You know, there are people in this house that are not sure you’re fit to sit on it, right?” He turned back toward the door and disappeared into the walk-in.

That one statement hit me like a sixty ton tank. Sure, I had thought about that since I had woken from what was supposed to be a one-way trip to The Fade. But, to hear it from V made it real. There were actually people that didn’t think I was fit to be their King, anymore. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that before, when it was just a thought rambling around in my head. Now, there was truth to the statement. Now, it had legs. I possibly wasn’t fit to sit on the throne, anymore.

When I lost my sight, I almost lost who I was. It seemed like I lost all purpose. Thankfully, Beth was there to help guide me into being who I was truly meant to be. I never would have believed that I was meant to be King to our race. But, with her direction, I took on the role anyway and I became a King, in every sense of the word, and I actually enjoyed it. It felt right with her by my side, as my Queen. However, when I lost her, everything got skewed. Being King didn’t seem to mean as much anymore. By the time I walked out of this manse with plans to enter The Fade, being King didn’t seem to matter at all. All that did was being with my Queen. At V’s words, though, I suddenly realized that being King did mean something to me and I wasn’t ready to be done with it.

I stood tall from my bed, ready to put my foot down, just as V came back out and threw a pile of clothes at me. “Get dressed, I’ll be waiting outside.” And just as quickly as he barged into the room, he turned and walked back out.

#Revelations #EternallyBound #EBRPG #BDBRP

[darkloverlost]

WAIT FOR IT...

For days the only thing going through my head were those words whispered by Beth. “You have so much ahead of you. Welcome it. Welcome her…” Welcome her?! How could she possibly think that I could ever love another? There was no room in my heart for anyone else. It was too full of memories of her. Memories that I would never part with. They kept me going. They kept me sane. They gave me a reason to move forward, knowing that one day I would reunite with her in The Fade.

Fuck! The Fade. How had it turned out that I had been standing at the doors of The Fade, yet Beth, of all people, stood century in front of them, not letting me pass? That was supposed to be our grand reunion. The beginning of the rest of our time. An eternity spent together in complete and utter bliss!

How had everything gone so blatantly wrong? I was supposed to go down a hero, fighting a group of lessers. No one would ever talk badly about a king that died fighting for his race. Now, I’m sure that’s all they were doing, wagging their tongues. Telling stories of how the king went out and tried to off himself and couldn’t even do that right. How was I supposed to move on from this? This was never part of my plan. How was I going to face my son? I’m sure they would never tell him, but there is also no way he won’t hear whispers. These hallways are vast and you never know who might be lurking at the other end.

How was I ever going to look any of my family in the face again? They would never understand why I did what I did. How could they? They don’t get the loss. Well, maybe Tohr. But, the rest of them still go to bed every night with their shellans and hellrens. They get to fall asleep in the arms of the one they love. They don’t understand what it is to lose that one person that you’ve completely and utterly bonded with.

Scribe help him, if something ever happened to Bella, Z would be pounding on those Fade doors within hours! And V… I’d give him two days! Not that I would wish what I’ve gone through on anyone! It is the most unimaginable thing to experience, ever. I would break to see another one of my Brothers go through it.

Somehow, I was going to have to come to grips with everything that has happened in the past few days. My physical body was healing up nicely. Mentally, I was nowhere near ready to get back to my life. Would they even let me get back to it? Would they deem me unfit to continue on? Did I even want to get back to my life? I had no idea what was going on outside the walls of my suite. I hadn’t dared venture out, yet. The doggen were bringing me my meals and the medical team was doing their every few hour check ups on me. But, since I moved back into the manse, I hadn’t seen one person that wasn’t necessary to my care. I was sure it was coming, though. The second those guys had word that I was sane enough to get an earful, there would be nothing that could hold them back!

#WaitForIt #EternallyBoundRPG #BDBRP

[darkloverlost]

I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU: CHAPTER 4 w/@DelicateDeviant

The Zombie King: I’m not quite sure how long it had been since everything went dark in the alley, but none of this had turned out like I had planned. I was supposed to be spending the rest of eternity with my Queen, not shunned at the doors of The Fade, only to end up here, in what was obviously the med suite with a bullet lodged in my heart and another that had been through-and-through in my gut. Well, I was guessing by now that bullet lodged in my heart had been removed. Or, at least I hoped it had. I’d obviously had surgery due to that hideous incision going all the way down my chest. Thank fuck we don’t scar.

My attempt to move triggered all sorts of alarms that only made my head pound worse, so I fell back on the gurney and closed my eyes. In an instant, Manny and Ehlena were both at my side, waiting to hear how I was feeling, where I was hurting, and most importantly how they could help. “You could leave me the fuck alone, is how you can help!” I knew it was harsh, but I had just been put through the ringer. Do you have any idea what it’s like to finally find yourself at the doors of The Fade, only to be turned away by the one person you love most in the entire world? Yeah, I didn’t want any kind of help. I just wanted to go back, back to The Fade and have it turn out all differently.

Manny and Ehlena were insisting on answers, but I didn’t care. I just kept my eyes closed and tried to wish it all away. Eventually, they gave up, telling each other I needed some more rest. Things would be different in a few hours. Best of fucking luck to you on that!

Whicked:

*I blinked once, twice, three times trying to clear my vision.  My head was pounding but I didn’t have the heaviness I felt before I passed out.  Shit! I passed out due to blood loss from giving the King a major transfusion.  I sat up quickly, looking around an unfamiliar bedroom.  My eyes darted around until they settled on a red headed Male sat in the corner.  He settled a book on his lap,  a smile curving up the corners of his mouth.  “Hey Whicked,  how you feeling?” I tugged the duvet up higher realising I was still in my soiled bra and leather trousers  “Uhhhhh who are you and where am I?”  He reached up and ran his hand through his hair and then leaned back and stretched out until he cracked a few tight muscles.  “Well...my name is Blaylock, you can call me Blay and you are safe, you are at our compound.  I brought you up here to rest, you collapsed after you fed the Wrath.  I thought I would hang around till you woke up, see if I could maybe offer you my vein, you know... to say thank you for saving the King.

I eyed the Male wearily,  he seemed nice enough I guess and if I was still in the Brotherhood’s compound I was surely safe.  He seemed to anticipate my wariness and his smile turned into a soft chuckle. “Don’t worry,  you are safe here.  No-one will come through these doors if you don’t want them to,  I will make sure of that,  if that is what you want of course.  That includes me,  if you don’t want me in here, I will totally respect your choice and I can take this chair out into the hall with me.  Your call.”

Wrath:

Eventually, thinking that I needed some sleep, Ehlena and Manny left the room. Of course, they left the door half-open and I knew they weren’t far, but I could finally relax a little. I didn’t have to pretend to be sleeping anymore. I opened my eyes and ran through all the recent events.

The trip to The Fade almost seemed like a dream. At that point, I might have actually believed it had been… if it hadn’t been for the fact that I had /felt/ Beth’s breath on my face as she leaned in to kiss me, the touch of her soft lips brushing against mine, and the way my heart broke when she turned me away. The intensity of it all had been way too vivid to have been a dream. I would have rather it had been a dream, because that would mean that Beth was still up there, waiting to welcome me unto The Fade with open arms. But, I knew she wasn’t. I knew if I did something like this again, it would end up with the same outcome. Beth standing guard over the doors to The Fade, keeping me out for some unknown reason. How could she do this to me? If the roles were reversed, I never would have been able to turn her away! No. Fucking. Way! Not in a million years could I deny that female anything! How could she possibly have denied me?

My thoughts began to drift and I realized that before they had left, someone had added a slight bit of sedative to my IV. Well, fuck! That’ll teach me to pretend to be asleep.

Whicked:

*I eyed the redhead slightly less warily than before,  he seemed pretty chill.  I shrugged my shoulders lightly.  “Sure...stay if you want but could I maybe get a clean tee or something?  Not sure if is such a good idea to walk around here in just my bra and leathers,  right?” *He was up and out of the seat before I finished talking,  he pulled open the door to a wardrobe and grabbed a plain black fleece from a shelf and gently tossed it my way.  I caught it mid air and smiled as he turned his back to me so I could slip it on.  “You know,  we do have a shower here,  you could get yourself cleaned up if you want before Fritz takes you home?”  I pulled my flame coloured locks out from the fleece* Fritz?  Sorry who is Fritz? *He turned back to face me* He is the main man around here, he makes sure that everyone is taken care of properly.  He will take you home, whenever you are good to go but like I said,  you can take a shower or I can get you some food from the kitchen, whatever you want?

I pushed back the sheets and clambered out of the bed.  “Truthfully I just want to get out of here and get back home,  I probably shouldn’t be here. You guys don’t usually put up strangers here, right? So I don’t wanna compromise you or anything.”  He nodded slowly, his fingers playing with the bottom of his cashmere sweater anxiously as if he was jonesing for something.  My guess would be that he was either coming off of smokes or drugs.  He seemed pretty squeaky clean so my guess was that it was cigarettes.   I made for the door but paused and reached out to steady myself against the wall to wait out a bout of dizziness.  I needed to take a vein,  maybe I could make till I get home and call Ahxton, the Male I usually fed from.

Wrath: Trying hard to fight the drugs that were running through my veins, I faded in and out, all the while trying to remember every small detail about my time with Beth. There was the unbelievable sensation of having her in my arms, again, as well as the fury that unfolded as she fought with me to leave. But, there was something else that tickled just beyond the details of my memory. It was something that I didn’t understand, and made me a little uneasy… what the fuck was it? As the memories floated through my head, I tried to remember it all, but the drugs were making it all so difficult. However, that one thing seemed so important. Something about there being so much ahead of me… What the fuck was it that she said?

I took a deep breath and allowed the drugs to take over. Hopefully, once I have my wits about me again, things will be more clear. One could only hope, because this mish-mash of memories tangling together was beginning to piss me off. I wanted to remember it all, every single second of my time with my Queen. Apparently, it would be the last time I saw her for a long, long time and I wanted to savor every moment.

Whicked:

*Black dots appeared in my vision as I used the wall to support my weight.  Well maybe I couldn’t wait till I got home to feed.  Blaylock came over behind me but kept his hands off my svelte frame, but I knew if it seemed like I was gonna faceplant the floor, he would catch me first.  I pushed off the wall gently and half walked, half stumbled back over to the bed.  Blaylock sat down on the bed, but kept a generous distance as if maintaining a modicum of decency. Something I definitely wasn’t used to with the Males I have fed from before, including Ahxton, although he was one of the nicer I had been with.

As I sat next to the Male, he rolled up his sweater sleeve and slowly put his forearm out to me. I sat and stared at his proffered arm for a moment as if convincing myself that I needed to do this, in truth I didn’t like this feeling of being out of control,  I never let myself get to this eat a horse kinda hungry before and I 100% didn’t want to get like this again.  The lightheadedness made me feel like a space cadet.  I leaned over and gently wrapped my hand around his wrist, pulling him toward me.  I eyed his veins keenly before I angled my head closer.  As my fangs elongated, I licked my lips, the hunger taking over me.  I stuck at his wrist like a cobra, unable to be gentle about my bite.  He stiffened for a second or two before relaxing as I began taking long pulls of his blood.

Wrath: Once I woke up, my head felt like complete shit. The pounding headache, along with the muffled recollection of all that had happened made me want to vomit. That’s not even to mention the sounds of all the hospital equipment beeping and making noises. “Shut this shit up!” I screamed as I swung my arms out wide, hoping to push some of it away. I wasn’t super thrilled to have anyone in the room, poking and prodding at me, or inquisitioning me, but my head felt like it was about to explode and if someone didn’t shut this crap up soon, I was going to stumble out of bed and destroy it all.

It took all of about 5 seconds for Manny and Ehlena to be at my bedside, Tohr quick on their heels. Manny and Ehlena were firing off questions about my health and how I was feeling, while Tohr was giving me the third degree. What the hell did I think I was doing? Did I not take into consideration how this would affect the race, the Brotherhood, LW? I just about leapt off the gurney at him for that one. He didn’t seem to care, though. He kept right on going. It was obvious that he was beyond pissed. Well so the fuck was I! I had been through literal hell and back in the past day or so (I was guessing on the time) and wanted no part of this berating horseshit he was throwing at me.

“I don’t need to put up with this bullshit from you, Tohr. Just get the fuck out!” I snarled, trying to muster up as much aggression as I could in the situation I was in.

Slender fingers wrapped around Tohr’s arm, “Tohr, please. He needs to rest.” Ehlena pleaded, but aside from flinging his arm out of her grasp, he ignored her.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what you think you need, Wrath! You went out there with a death wish! Don’t fool yourself for a second into thinking that there is one person in this mansion that doesn’t realize that!” Turning to Manny, he shot out. “Get me a goddamn wheelchair.” Shouting out the door, “Butch, get your ass in here. I’m going to need your help.”

Whicked:

*His blood felt amazing as it slid down my throat, I could feel his power running into my veins, returning some of my strength to me.  I didn’t take much,  only enough to make me strong enough to get home and set up something with Ahxton.   Truth be told feeding from this Male felt all wrong, and I wasn’t sure that feeding from Ahx would be any different.  There was only one Male I wanted to feed from.  What?!  What the fuck was I thinking?  The King was off limits to a civilian like me, shit to any Female.  He was grieving over his Shellan and from what I heard,  it was hard for a bonded Male to ever get over the loss of his Mate. I am sure it would be worse if that Shellan had bore a young, like the Queen had for Wrath.  The Male had lost the centre of his universe and here was I wondering how his blood would taste.  What the fuck was wrong with me,  mooning over an unavailable Male such as Wrath.

I pulled away from Blaylock and wiped my lips with the back of my already blood covered hand.  I sat as still as stone and stared at them.  They were stained with the King’s blood,  the King had almost died….in my arms.  I started to shake uncontrollably and Blaylock looked at me concerned,  his eyes locked onto me.  “Whicked,  are you ok?”  I barely heard his question,  it only dimly registered as I stared at my hands which I started rubbing against my leather trousers.  “Uh...yeah,  I um, I just need to go home Blaylock,  can you get that Fritz guy to take me home.  Now.  Please? He watched me intently for a moment before he nodded.  “Yeah sure,  of course.  I will do that right now for you.   *He nodded to the door at the back of the room*  The bathroom is right in there if you want to freshen up for the trip, you know clean up or something”?  I got up as if on autopilot and headed to the closed door,  behind me I heard the handset of the phone next to the bed being picked up and the push of a button.  As I pushed open the door and flicked the lightswitch, I could hear Blaylock talking over the phone to someone,  Fritz I assumed.  I closed the door and stood against it.  I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths before taking  a few short steps to the mirror and glancing into it, checking out my reflection.   My skin was white as a snowdrop against the fire engine red of my hair.  There were streaks of blood across my face,  the King’s blood.  A few scratches from digging through the rubble I guess.  Dirt and blood matted my hair, well at least the fleece I had put on was clean.  I would hate to see how bad I looked underneath it.  

A soft knock at the door startled me and I heard Blaylock’s voice through the door. “Whicked,  we are ready to go whenever you are”.  I took a deep cleansing breath and about turned and pulled open the door.  “OK,  then let’s go,  I am ready now.”

Wrath:

Manny gave Tohr a hard look, but exited the room, anyway. No sooner was he gone and Butch was there.

“Oh, good.” Ehlena remarked, “Talk some sense into Tohr, please? Wrath needs to rest.”

“Wrath can rest when he’s actually dead and gone, for good. Right now, he needs to get his ass down the hallway and properly thank this female for the offering of her vien. If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t be here right now, and as much as he wishes that statement were true, she needs to be thanked. Now, work it out so that all this shit he’s attached to can move with him. They’ve already called for Fritz to take her home.”

Was he fucking serious?! He was going to get me out of this gurney, feeling and looking like I was, and force me down the corridor to thank some female for doing something I never asked her to do, and if I could’ve, I wouldn’t have asked it of her? “Fuck you, Tohr! You are not getting me out of this goddamn bed!”

“Maybe not alone. But, that’s why I’m here.” Came the thick Boston accent. “Between the two of us and the drugs in your system, we’ll get you in that wheelchair and down the hall. She needs to be thanked, man, and not by the rest of us. It needs to come from you. Respect.”

Within seconds Manny walked in, wheelchair in tow. He still had a sour look on his face and it was directed at Tohr and Butch. “He shouldn’t be doing this, right now. He needs his rest. He’s still recovering. For crying out loud, he was shot twice, once in the heart. Give him a beat.”

His pleading was all for naught, though. These two shitheads weren’t listening to reason. They were just pissed off at me, so this was retaliation.

Whicked:

*I brushed a lock of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear.  I stepped out of the bathroom and followed the Male out of the room.  Once out in the hallway, there seemed to be a lot of commotion,  people everywhere.  The blonde warrior and his Shellan.  A tall brunette Female standing close by them,  she eyed me and smiled.  Another brunette stood with the King’s son and a teenage girl roughly about the same age as the young prince.  I felt eyes on me from everywhere. As we got to the staircase, I caught sight of an aged doggen waiting patiently at the foot of the stairs,  ah this must be Fritz.  The peanut gallery were all standing at the edge of the balustrade, peering down at us.  Seemed to be everyone but Vishous and the King,  well everyone I had seen before at least.  

“Mistress,  if you would like to follow me,  I shall take you to your home before the sun comes up”.  I glanced over at Blaylock and offered him a small smile.  “Thank you Blaylock,  for the offer of your vein and for taking care of me….I appreciate it.”  I gave him a small nod and he smiled back. “No problem Whicked,  the least I could do for the Female who saved the King.”

I took one last look around the foyer,  part of me wishing that Wrath had been here,  I would have liked to see him before I left,  but I am sure he was still flat out on his back recovering from this wounds.

I followed the doggen out of the Mansion and into the darkness beyond.  Fritz held open the passenger side rear door, and I slid in without a backward glance.  I needed to get home and try and put this whole mess behind me.  

Wrath: I, in no way, helped the two asshats get me into that wheelchair. But, they were right. Between the drugs and the two of them, I was by far outmanned. So, after attempting to fight them off, and ten minutes later, I was firmly planted in the wheelchair Manny had drug in.

Before they wheeled me off, Manny and Ehlena insisted on making sure that all cables were connected properly and weren’t going to get ripped off by the trip. They also wanted to check my stats one more time, after all the manhandling was done. Blood pressure and heart rate a little elevated, but within acceptable ranges. Finally, reluctantly, they gave their okay.

As we wheeled out of the room, I half expected there to be a hallway full of faces, waiting on news of my wellbeing. I should have known better. As Tohr had said, they all knew what I had done and not one of them had really been interested in seeing me. Not even LW was down there, which was probably for the best. He didn’t need to see me as I was. At this point, I wasn’t sure how I would face him again. I hadn’t planned for that. How was I going to look him in the eyes after what I had done? Fuck! Why did she have to turn me away? Then I heard her voice, clear as day, ‘You have so much ahead of you. Welcome it. Welcome her…’

“Stop!” I growled. It was the memory that had been just beyond reach all day. ‘Welcome it. Welcome her…’ Fuck no! There was no way in hell she sent me back to love another… to love her. I reached out and grabbed at the next doorknob I saw. “I said, fucking stop!” Everything in my gut told me who the her was and I was not having it.

#IHateEverythingAboutYou #Chapter4 #EBRPG #BDB

[darkloverlost]

I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU: CHAPTER 3 w/@DelicateDeviant

Wrath:

I would give this female the world from here on out, anything she asked of me would be hers… Famous last words.

Beth pulled back from our kiss and spoke five words I never expected to hear, “You have to go back.”

I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to say. What did she mean I had to go back? Back where? There was no back. I was here, now. Firmly planted in The Fade. I felt my soul slip from that world. That world no longer existed for me. My jaw dropped and closed again, before finally forming the words, “Wha… I’m sorry, what?!”

“You heard what I said, Wrath.” Her eyes fell to her lap.

“Oh, no! No, no, no! You need to look me in the eye and say that to me.” I responded. I couldn’t believe my ears. Didn’t she want me here? Had she not been yearning for this day just as much as I had been?

Slowly, her gaze raised back to mine. “You have to go back, my love. L.W…”

I cut her off, “L.W. is better off without me. Without his deadbeat dad who can’t stop thinking about being in The Fade with his late Queen, 24/7.”

She leaned back on her heels and stood up. “You’re wrong, Wrath.” She began to pace. “L.W. needs his father. He needs his father to take the giant stick out of his ass and male up!”

Whicked:

Vishous pushed me off the King as if I barely weighed anything.  My upper body covered in blood, my t-shirt still being used to stem the flow of blood.  As I sat on a pile of rubble, the other huge Male started throwing about some rubble,  uncovering a young Female.  “V,  I got Anara over here.  She is pretty beat up, but she is breathing.”  V looked over at the Male and nodded. “Lets get them both in the Escalade, true?”  The Male picked up the Female and carried her over to the SUV and laid her down in the back.  Once she was secured he came over to V and the Doctor and helped lift up the huge frame of the King.

I watched as Vishous and the other huge Male that had driven the SUV, lift up Wrath and carry him more gently that I would have thought possible to the back of the SUV and load him in.

“Wait!” I yelled as they got ready to leave.  “I am coming too!”  I got up and started to make my way to the SUV, before Vishous barred my way, his lips curled up into a sneer, waves of aggression pouring off of him directed straight at me. “No, that is not gonna happen Female.  Don’t you think you have done enough? I stood my ground in front of the Male, showing no fear.  “Look,  I didn’t blow the King up and I think you know that, I was here before you guys showed up,  what the fuck was he even doing out alone?  Shouldn’t the Brotherhood be with him when he is out?  Don’t lay this at my feet because the Brotherhood fucked up!”

A grown echoed around the alley, Vishous’s fangs elongated and he started inching toward me.  Great looks like the King wouldn't be the only one heading to the Fade tonight. @DarkLoverLost

Wrath:

Standing up, this was exactly the kind of argument that Beth and I used to have. She had never had one ounce of fear towards me and it actually turned me on, which would piss her off even more. I used to love the fire that sparked in her eyes when we’d get into a fight. She was fierce when it came to what she believed and it didn’t matter who had an opposing thought.

“Male up?! I just sacrificed myself for the love of my son!”

It was her turn to interrupt, “Bullshit! That is the biggest cop-out I’ve ever heard! You didn’t do this for L.W. You did it for yourself!”

I tried to get a word in, but she raised her hand to stop me and just kept talking.

“This is the most selfish thing you have ever done.” She paused for a split second, giving me the thought that I was going to get to speak, but before I could open my mouth she started back up, “Wrath, you have never lied to me before, don’t start today.”

Boy did that sting. “I’m not… “ But it was true, and she knew it. I fell back down to my knees and my voice came out weak. “Haven’t you been waiting for this day as much as I have?”

Whicked:

Before Vishous got a chance to tear me limb from limb, the doctor stepped in between us, no longer an apparition, but a solid Female form.  What the actual fuck was going on here?  “Vishous,  back off.  We need her, we need her to try to feed Wrath to jumpstart his healing process and hopefully get him back into the land of the living again.”  She placed her hand on Vishous’s chest and gently pushed him backwards away from me, he glanced at her and nodded before eyeing me.  “Looks like it is your lucky day Female.”  I took a deep breath and nodded once. “Yeah looks like it,  doesn’t it.”

I pushed past the pair of them and got into the back of the SUV,  I scooched over to where the prone body of the King lay.  With gentle care I cupped the nape of his neck with my hand and lifted his head high enough to slide underneath,  resting his head on my lap.  My fingers softly stroking back the blood sodden strands of hair from his face.  His face was completely open to me,  his wraparounds still lying amongst the rubble from the blast,  he looked so at peace as he lay there.  His face completely unstressed unlike the last time I saw him.  I sat there humming softly as I tried my hardest to clean up his face, picking off pieces of rubble and wiping away the blood,  both red and black.

I looked up at the sound of the car doors slamming shut,  the Doctor was gone,  instead replaced with an young Female looking at the King and I with utter fear.  Vishous looked over to me from the passenger seat and glowered.  “Well,  you gonna feed the King or not? @DarkLoverLost

Wrath:

Beth fell to her knees next to me, “Of course I have!” She placed her hands on my cheeks. “Wrath, there is nothing I want more in this world than to have you back by my side.”

“Then what’s the problem?” I pleaded.

“Not like this, Wrath.” She said as she shook her head. Leaning in, she met my forehead with her own. “This is not the way, my love. You have too much life left to live… and L.W. has never needed you more than he does right now.”

I began to protest again about L.W. but she stopped me by placing her finger upon my lips.

“Trust me. Being up here enlightens you to things you would never see from down there. He needs you, and just as importantly, you need him. You have more life to live, my love. I’ve seen it.” A tear fell from her eyes and she pulled back to wipe it away. “There is a light at the end of the tunnel for you. A light that does not include The Fade, not yet, anyway. You have just yet to allow yourself to see it.”

“What light? What the fuck are you talking about?” I didn’t want to hear about lights at the end of a tunnel. I wanted to be happy that I was here, in The Fade, with her. “Besides, I can’t go back there. I felt my body die. There is not going back, now.”

“Again, you’re wrong.”

Whicked:

I scowled at the diamond eyed fucker sitting up front.  I brought my wrist to my lips and bit into it hard enough to score through the skin, bringing rivulets of blood to the surface.  I focussed only on Wrath as I brought my bloodied wrist to his lips.  

Vishous watched me carefully,  I could feel his eyes boring into me, as if at any second I was going to do something to endanger the King,  but what else could I do?  He was already dead.

I kept my arm in place, my free hand stroking his head, focussed on nothing but the King, I unknowingly started singing to a song I used to listen to a lot in the period just after my family had been taking away from me. My voice cracking as I sing the words, not really realising what is going on.

“There's a whole other conversation going on

In a parallel universe

Where nothing breaks and nothing hurts

There's a waltz playing frozen in time

Blades of grass on tiny bare feet

I look at you and you're looking at me”

A cough wakes me from the mix of my past and present.  Was this how my life would be?  Would I always be surrounded by death, did I bring death to those around me?  I looked up at the sound of the cough and caught the drivers eyes as he looked at me via the rear view mirror,  his sadness pouring off of him, surrounding everyone in the car.  

With a jolt,  the car pulled to a halt.  I had no idea where I was, I looked up and out of the tinted windows, my eyes fell on an underground parking garage.  Where were we?  We must be at the Brotherhood’s clinic,  where else would be safe?  @DarkLoverLost

Wrath:

“Wrong?! What do you mean wrong? Dead body, soul irreversibly placed firmly in The Fade! No going back!” I knew what she spoke of, but that wasn’t happening here. Not when I’d finally held her in my arms again. I’d felt her touch, her arms around me, her lips pressed against mine own! There was no way in hell I was going back!

With tears in her eyes, she leaned forward and just kissed me again. This time it soft and I felt the goodbye in her embrace.

I pushed her away, “No! You are not saying, ‘Goodbye.’ to me! I am not going back!”

For a split second, I felt a dizzying sensation and pain. I felt pain all over my body again. “What the…”

“It’s happening.” The tears came faster now, as Beth looked on. “Know that I love you, no matter what… and I want you to live. You have so much ahead of you. Welcome it. Welcome her���”

What she was saying didn’t make sense, and I reached out and pulled her to me as if I could anchor myself to her.

Whicked:

As I looked around outside of the car, I saw 4 or 5 huge Male figures plus the same amount of Females if not more and a young boy,  around 10 or so.  Scribe,  that must be the King’s son?  A Female stood beside him, her arm secured around his shoulder.  A Male in a lab coat came over pushing a gurney toward the car and before I could blink, Vishous and the driver of the SUV had come around and opened the doors.  The lifted the King out carefully and laid him out on the gurney,  before anyone could say anything I hopped out and climbed up on the stretcher, straddling Wrath, my wrist once more placed against his lips, dripping my blood down his throat as I prayed silently to the Scribe Virgin that somehow this would help.  

One of the Brotherhood stepped forward, a enormous blonde with teal eyes.  He moved as if to move me from Wrath.  My eyes flared and I growled at him.  “Back off Blondie...I am trying to help here and I don’t have time for your bullshit!”  He looked over at Vishous and raised a brow. “V….what’s doing with this chick?” He looked over and shrugged.  “Rhage meet Whicked she uhhh...she pulled Wrath out from the rubble.  She is the one that called Manny.”  Rhage nodded and backed up.  “Sorry Whicked...just looking out for my Brother is all”.  The Female that was clinging onto the King’s son tugged at Rhage’s arm and pulled him backward.  Must be his Shellan or something.

The lab coat wearing Male and Jane,  who seemed to just appear and disappear like a ghost pushed the gurney with Wrath and I upon it through the corridor and into a huge operating room,  equipment,  all top of the range was set up and a red haired nurse was setting out some instruments on a table beside an operating table.  In the corner,  a blonde wearing a white floor length robe stood, her hands clasped in front of her.

“Whicked….?” Jane spoke softly at me.  “Whicked we are going to need you to climb down so we can get in to attend to Wrath’s wounds, ok?  You don’t need to go anywhere you can just step down and rest.  You have done great, but Ibree is here, she is a Chosen.  She will take over the feeding”.

A loud growl came from my chest as I glanced around the room, eyeballing everyone around me.  That so would not be happening! @DarkLoverLost

Wrath:

The pain disappeared again and I let out an enormous sigh. I was still holding onto Beth more tightly than ever before. This couldn’t be happening. I was so ready to be here, in The Fade with my Queen, my love, my leelan. I was done with the world I’d left behind. I had lived a good life, now it was my time to be rewarded for everything I’d been through. I deserved to have this, to be happy.

“You will be happy again, my love.” Beth spoke the words as if reading my mind.

“I won’t. Not back there. Not without you.” I refused.

“But, you will.” She pressed another soft kiss to my lips to keep me from protesting more. “Kiss me, my love. We haven’t more time.”

As I leaned in and kissed her hard, I could feel the pain creeping back in. “Don’t let me go.” I pleaded softly against her lips.

“I have to.”

The pain came back with a vengeance and a growl so low in my gut bellowed out past my lips.

“I love you, Wrath.” were the last words I heard before everything went black.

#IHateEverythingAboutYouChapter3 #EternallyBoundRPG

[darkloverlost]

I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU: CHAPTER 2 w/@DelicateDeviant

Whicked:

The bar had emptied out about an hour ago, I was on the close shift so it was up to me to check the banking was ready to drop off to the bank on my way home.  The cleaning crew wouldn’t be in for a few more hours, so I had the place to myself and I enjoyed these solitary hours before I headed home to the apartment I shared with my housemate Alanna, to sleep away the daylight hours.  

I took a quick inventory by eye of the bar stock levels and made my way through to the storeroom at the back of the bar to begin restocking the shelves and fridges and put the dishwasher on to begin on the glasses.  I pushed my way through into the storeroom and grabbed a crate of beer and put it onto the barrow cart that lay next to the door.  I went back and fore loading up the barrow until it was as full as I could handle and wheeled it back to the bar.  I reached under the bar and grabbed the remote for my bluetooth speaker which was connected to my phone and pressed play.  A smile crossed my face as one of my old favourites came on.  Guns N Roses “Sweet Child of Mine” blasted out of the speakers and I sang along as I began to stock up the fridges and shelves with what I had taken through already.

Singing along to the music that pealed out of the speakers, my nimble fingers snatching up the bottles and stacking the fridges, I was almost knocked off my feet by an ear splitting explosion which rocked through the bar, the very walls shaking.  Various bottles of alcohol falling from the shelves, crashing to the floor, smashing into hundreds of pieces.  I pushed myself to my feet, shock etched onto my features as I looked toward the source of the din.  

A hole!  A huge hole wreathed with flame had appeared where the rear exit of the bar once stood.  I skirted around the bar, my eyes never leaving the gaping hole.  

“What the fuck?”

Wrath:

Moments seemed to drag on as I waited for those doors I’d heard so much about to appear in front of me, instead I got a whole lot of nothing. No motion, no sound, no scents, and it was if I were floating in the middle of an abyss. All my senses were failing me. I had hoped that once I had arrived, my sight and everything I’d lost would come slamming back. Apparently, I had been wrong. There was nothing here for me, just like there was nothing back there. It was as if everything were just taken away. I had no future, no more past, and my present was an endless void.

Where was my Queen?! All these years, from everything I had been taught, I was promised The Fade. Now, it was as if I had never existed. Life was gone, as was the afterlife. Had I done everything all wrong? I didn’t take my own life. I had fought hard and been taken down. Sure, I welcomed it, but I didn’t self-inflict. I was owed! I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

Then motion came back and I began to spin.

Whicked:

*I reached under the bar next to one of the tills and retrieved the Glock that was hidden just behind the cash drawer.  My fingers circled around the grip and I drew it out,  I double checked it was loaded and flicked off the safety before I started to make my way carefully down toward the back of the bar, wary of whatever had caused the hole to appear.

As I came up to the gaping hole, I paused momentarily before peering out into the alleyway beyond. My mouth dropped at the sight in front of me.  There were body parts everywhere or at least that is how it seemed to me.  Arms and legs drenched with a slick oily black substance.  Lesser blood.  Or at least this is how it had been described to be in the past.  And now that I saw the blood, the sickly sweet scent that had filled my childhood home, the night those bastards came into my life and took everything I had ever loved from me, clogged up my nose and I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me.  

I was utterly dumbfounded at what lay at my feet.  What the hell was I going to do? I am pretty sure the bar’s insurance policy did not cover explosions caused by baby powder smelling assholes.    As my eyes darted around the dimly lit alleyway, something caught my eye.  A familiar pair of wraparound shades.   Ones very much like what the King had worn the night I had met him in the Audience House when I requested funds from my trust.  But surely the King,  the Blind King, wouldn’t be out in the field….right?  I stepped carefully around the bodies and blood and crouched down, reaching out to snag the glasses from the ground.  In my new lowered position I glanced around, hoping that I was wrong about the glasses.  And my panic abatted just a little until….!

“Oh no...sweet fuck no!”  Under a pile of black blooded bastards there was familiar tangle of hair, a broad muscled forearm, covered with tattoos bearing his lineage.  I rushed over, simultaneously putting the safety back to the gun and sliding into the waistband of my leather trousers and bending down to start pulling the bodies off of the downed King.  

Panic tinged my voice. “Your Majesty?  Hey….uhh Wrath can you hear me?” This could not be fucking happening! How the fuck was I going to help him?

Wrath: As I began to spin, pain started to flood my body. I could feel exactly where the bullets had pierced my skin and sunk into the different organs, one in my stomach and one in my heart. Both were fatal. The one that passed through my stomach created an opening where fluid and blood were leaking into my gut. It also ended up lodging into my spine, which I was sure was causing my paralysis. The one in my heart was jammed into the wall of one of my six chambers, but it was plugging the slow leak. Eventually, my heart will give way. I just had to push through this agony.

Suddenly, I could hear someone calling out my name. “Leelan?!” I croaked around a mouthful of blood. But, no response came.

Fuck! Why couldn’t that bullet just shift a little bit to the left? The only thing I’ve been sure of these past ten years was that I needed to find a way to my Queen. Now, I had that within my grasp and I was terrified that it was slipping away.

You often hear about people that have attempted suicide, where in those last moments their only thoughts were of wanting to live. I was not in that statistic. That was not me. The thought that I was so close to dying, could not have been more welcomed. The only thing I had been living for in these past ten years was my son, LW. If it hadn’t been for him, I would have done this a long time ago. But now, I was more convinced than ever that he would be better off without me. So, it was time.

As if my words rang in my fate, it was then I felt the bullet slide that final millimeter home.

Whicked:

My eyes ran over the lifeless body of the King, tangled up in Lessers and rubble from the explosion.  I began pulling away the rubble as quick as I can,  but he wasn’t moving, didn’t seem to be hearing me talking to him.  “Wrath…..can you hear me?  Come on big guy, you cannot do this to me,  you cannot fucking die right here, right now.  Your boys will kick my ass!”  I finally got the rubble off of him, my finger nails torn and bleeding but I ignored the pain and focussed on the Male in front of me.  He was bleeding badly,  a pool of blood lay below him.  From what I could see he had been shot a coupla times, one in the stomach, the worst one was in his chest.  It looked close to his heart, but I could see the faint rise and fall of his chest, showing me he was still with me for now….!

I moved around to his head and hooked my arms under his armpits and dragged him back from the burning fires, worried that they would do more damage to him.  I tugged him back as far as I could, groaning with the effort.  I sagged to the ground on the seat of my ass and panicked.  Who could I call?  This was the King,  not some random civilian.  I couldn't just call the clinic and get an ambulance.  Cell Phone!  Surely the King had a cell phone, right?  I leaned forward and starting ransacking the King’s pockets.  “Come on….please have a damn cell phone Wrath!”  I heard a slight murmur from him,  something sounding like “Leelan” shit, did he think I was his Shellan?  “Wrath…..Your Majesty….it is me uhhh Whicked...umm we met at the Audience House?”  Whatever life that had been in him enough to call out to his Shellan was fading fast.  I needed to call someone and I needed to feed him and soon.

I finally found his cell and thanked the Scribe Virgin that it wasn’t locked.  I went into his contacts trying to find someone to help.  As I scrolled the contacts I finally came across one that simply said “Doc”,  I wasnt sure if this was one of the clinic’s doctors but at this point I wouldn't waste time searching for someone better.  I hit dial and prayed that someone answered.

Wrath: The pain was gone and I could almost literally feel my soul slip out of my body. It was the most freeing sensation I had ever experienced. Before I knew it, I was standing, fully intact, including my eyesight, within the most beautiful, blinding, white light. It encompassed me like a warm bath, radiating comfort into my bones. I had finally come to the place I belonged. I was finally free. Free of all the Earthly pain and torment I had been going through for the past ten years. It was over, gone. There was nothing left but a soothing sense of peacefulness in its place. In that moment, I knew there was no going back and tears of joy dripped from my lids… and there wasn’t even shame in the tears. I was full on crying and it phased me not.

“Wrath?” a whisper pierced the moment.

Looking up, I could barely see a silhouette of a figure standing in the middle of the light. It took me a minute to clear the tears from my eyes, but I knew that voice anywhere! How much I had longed to hear it, again, all these years! Collapsing in front of her, one word slipped past my lips, “Beth.”

Whicked:

The phone was ringing,  thank fuck the phone was ringing! A gruff voice flooded my ear “Wrath,  you ok?  Didn’t see you at First Meal,  heard you headed out with Anara?”  There was a pause as he waited for Wrath to respond.  “Wrath,  hello?”  I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to clear the dryness. “Hello…..Yeah my name is Whicked….The King….the King uh...he..!”  The voice was frantic on the other end as I tried to figure out what to say.  “What do you mean the King?  Whicked?  Hello?  Is the King alright?  Can you talk to me Whicked?” I closed my eyes tight and just let the words flow. “The King is down,  he is injured.  Shot at least twice I think?” My eyes ran over the King checking for other wounds.  “Looks like a bomb went off?  Lots of Lessers down and the King got caught in the blast, he is in a bad way,  a lot of shrapnel based penetrating injuries.  I don’t..I don’t know what to do!”

The momentary silence was deafening before the Doc started barking orders down the phone,  telling me I needed to make sure the King was out of the path of danger,  that I needed to apply pressure to his wounds,  that I needed to feed him to make sure he had a chance of living through the night, finally he was telling me they were tracing would trace the Kings phone and someone would be here soon.  I didn’t even listen to whatever he was saying now.  I dropped the phone from my ear and pulled my t-shirt over my head and ripped it up,  using the fabric to help slow the flow of blood from the King’s stomach and chest.  

The flow was slowing,  I didn’t think that this was a good sign.  I leant over the face of the King, my cheek flush with his lips trying to figure out if the Male was still breathing.

It was faint,  but it was there,  he was still breathing!  I shouted over to the downed phone “Hurry the fuck up,  he is still breathing barely!

Wrath: She knelt down beside me and wrapped me in her embrace. Falling forward, the sobs took over my body. My Beth was holding me in her arms, again. This was where I belonged. Nothing could ever tear me away from this female again. This was where the end of our journey began. We would live our lives out in The Fade, together, as it had always been meant to be. “I... missed you,” were the only words I could manage to speak between the tears.

“I missed you too, my love.” She responded, calmly, as she ran her fingers through my long, black hair.

There had never been a feeling so right in my world, than this one. Lifting my head to look in her eyes, they were just as I had remembered them, before I had lost my eyesight, bright and so incredibly blue. I had gotten lost in those eyes on so many occasions. Now, I was finally getting lost in them again.

Reaching forward, I brushed my hand ever so lightly against the skin of her cheek. She leaned into it and closed her eyes. “Beth,” I whispered and pulled her close for a kiss.

Whicked:

Just as I thought the big bastard lying before me going to be ok,  everything went wrong...very very wrong!  

His chest stopped rising,  I leaned over him again,  he wasn’t breathing.  Shit!!  Seriously this could not be fucking happening to me!

I scrambled over and grabbed Wrath’s cell phone “Hello Doc guy?  Yeah he stopped breathing...what the fuck do I do now?”  Hello? Where the fuck are you people?”

Just as those words left my lips a female presence appeared to my left and I swear I could see right through her!  “Whicked?  Are you Whicked?  I am Jane,  I am a Doctor.  I need to check him over, ok?”  I just sat there,  half my body covering his. Not moving,  just starting at the apparition in front of me.  As she moved to get in closer to us, I bared my fangs and growled at her.  “Back the fuck off….!  Let the King have some peace in the Fade!”  She moved a little closer but more cautiously this time, her eyes never leaving my face as she bent down to take his pulse and inspect his wounds. I eyed her every move feeling oddly possessive of the body lain before me.

With a screech a SUV came tearing down the alley,  it’s headlights pinning us in their glare.  The driver slammed on the brakes and a huge figure clambered out and came dashing toward us, clambering over the rubble.  Another figure,  the Male from the Audience House dematerialised next to the Dr,  Vishous I think his name was.  I glared at the Males as they approached which was ridiculous as I was tiny compared to them,  what the hell was I going to do to members of the Brotherhood?  Scratch them to death?  Whatever, these guys were going to have to peel me off of the King if they tried to get me to move.  

The Male with the diamond eyes just glowered at me, as if this was all my fault,  that I had killed the King.

Wrath: Beth entwined her fingers in my hair and deepened the kiss in return. This, right here, was everything! Everything I had been yearning for, for ten years. My Beth was finally back in my arms where she had been born to be. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

She pulled away and looked over her shoulder for a moment, then turned back. As her eyes rested on mine, a smile so enveloping grew across her features. “I love you so much, Wrath.”

“And I love you, Leelan.”

She leaned in and kissed me again. This time, it was a more hungry kiss, as if trying to make up for all the lost time. I happily gave myself over to her, to the moment, the first of many, many more. I would give this female the world from here on out, anything she asked of me would be hers, and we would never be separated again.

#IHateEverythingAboutYouChapter2 #EternallyBoundRPG

[darkloverlost]

FINALLY

My plan was simple. I was going to go out with a huge, ass, fucking, bang! I was going to find as many lessers as I could and take them all down with me. LW could remember me as a hero and no one would ever tell him differently. First, I had to get out of the manse.

I found my way down to the training center, lurking, looking for the perfect patsy. Someone that would do anything they could to get further along in the program, yet hot-headed enough to take the risk I needed. As I sat by the sidelines, I quietly marked out my prey. My pick was perfect. Anara. If there was an opposite of the Glymera, that was where she came from, one of the poorest of families in our area. Due to that fact, she had an intense drive to be the best in the program, not to mention being one of only a few females, all of which caused her to push herself harder than anyone. She was also quick to jump at anyone that made the tiniest of hints that she didn’t belong. On top of all that, she has proven herself exceptional in the field. She would definitely do what I asked, no questions. For The King, she would do anything.

It wasn’t long after training was complete when most disappeared for a shower, some food, or some other way to wind down. But, not Anara. Anara was always in the gym hours after everyone.

Waiting until the place was cleared out, I made my way over to where Anara was working with the free weights. “Anara, grab your gear. I need you to take me somewhere.”

“Sire. Tonight? I didn’t see anything on the schedule for this evening, or I would have been ready for it.” She replied.

“This is an off-the-books type of a gig.” Less information was better.

“Who will be accompanying us?” She wasn’t stupid, which was one of the reasons I had been following her progress. As for Brother candidates, she had it all.

“It will only be us. Now, go get ready.”

I smell the unsureness on the air. She knew something was off. The question was, would she question The King further, or would she follow her orders. I waited for another beat, then turned on my heel and started for the door. “I’ll be in the hall.” I told her before walking out of the gym.

Five minutes later, Anara was by my side, walking me to the garage. “Where are we going, Sire?”

“I want to visit Beth.” After Beth had move unto The Fade, I had made arrangements for a headstone to be placed in a cemetery, next to her human mother’s. It was not my practice to visit the site, however, Anara didn’t know that and it was common knowledge that the headstone was there.

Once in the car and safely passed the mhis, I began to talk about how much I missed the fight, how much I missed the rush of strength that one got from taking down a pile of lessers, the feeling of knowing that your own particular set of skills was winning the fight of the race, knowing that you were needed. Before long, Anara was sharing her own battle stories, indulging in hearing mine own.

Somewhere along the road, I began to press for Anara to take me out into the field. I assured her over and over that I could absolutely fend for myself. She knew it was wrong to do so, yet, she wanted to see me in action, stand by my side and fight. She also wanted to prove that if it came down to it, she, alone, could keep me safe. Exactly what I wanted.

“I know exactly where we can go.” I told her.

*****

Winding our way through the city, I could tell she was leading me right where I wanted to go. I had chosen the seediest part of town, the part of town where lessers ran rampant, and also the one place where Anara would feel safe, her part of town. She would feel invincible here, and I would have the best chance of finding the most lessers.

Anara parked the car and we followed my nose. After losing my eyesight, all my other senses had increased tenfold. Therefore, my sense of smell would lead us right to the where the biggest group of lessers were, and in this neighborhood, it shouldn’t take long.

However, it did take longer than expected. We walked for quite a distance before ever catching whiff of those baby powder scented bastards. But, when I did, it was as if they were all just leaving a Lions Club meeting. There were at least ten of them. This was perfect! It was exactly what I was looking for.

“Up ahead.” I said, waiting for Anara to let me know what we were looking at.

“Yeah. I see them. But Sire, there are too many for the two of us. Shit! This must be one of the places they convene. We need to call for backup.” She argued.

“Not a chance. You want to see what your King is capable of, or not?” I pressed, playing her ego like a golden fiddle.

“What if…”

I didn’t let her finish the sentence, “Are there civilians around?”

“Well, no but…”

Again, I didn’t wait. I just charged, allowing my sense of hearing, scent and touch to take over. As big as I was, I was still agile as a cougar in my attack. It was one thing I had made sure of over the year, I kept up with my sparring. I took every chance I could to work with my throwing stars and grab a trainee or two to scrap with. I knew there would be a day where I might need to use it and I didn’t want to be rusty. Plus, it gave me something to do with my time. Something other than sitting around in my room, waiting for the day it would be my turn to return unto The Fade.

“Fuck!” I heard from behind me. “I knew this was going to be a bad idea.”

I was across the street in a flash and down the alley where the lessers were gathering. Two of my throwing stars were stuck in foreheads before they even knew I was there. I could hear Anara striding up behind me and the fight began. Gunshots went whipping past as I tossed out my Hira Shuriken. Anara was still at the opening of the alley, calling out to me, begging me to retreat. I felt a little sorry for her. She was one of the best trainees we had and I had played her for a fool. She had trusted me and I had stomped my shit kickers all over that trust. But, I needed to do what I was doing. This was for my son, my heir, my last remaining family. He needed me to do this. He was going to be so much better off.

Moving further into the alley, I felt a slug enter my gut. Gritting my teeth, I plugged on. One damn bullet was not going to be the end-all, be-all for me. As I had previously decided, I was going down with a bang. Wrapping my hand around the grenade in my pocket, I assured myself it was still there. “Anara, go call for backup!” I called, hoping she would heed my warning. I was taking all these motherfuckers down with me. The last thing I needed was to take her, too.

Throwing out a few more Shuriken, I felt another bullet rip through my chest. Fuck! I fell backward, into a wall, as the lessers began to advance. I could feel blood pooling in my throat and knew I didn’t have much time. All I could hope was that Anara had done as I asked and gotten clear. It was too late at night for anyone else to be in these buildings, in this part of town.

I popped the pin in my pocket and pulled out the grenade. Laughing, I tossed it at the group of them and closed my eyes, waiting for my moment. Unfortunately, it wasn’t quite as easy as that. I felt the shrapnel of the grenade going off, hitting every exposed part of my body and the blast projected my body into the wall on the far side of the alley, knocking me unconscious for a short time.

When I came to, I could smell debris everywhere, concrete from the adjacent building, as well as the horrid stink of lessers. I could feel ashes brush against the skin on my face as they fell like snowflakes on a crisp, winter day, and for some reason I was fixated on that. My ears were ringing and everything seemed so insignificant in the aftermath.

Shaking my head, I tried to sit up before realizing that I had been lying in a pool of blood that just caused me slip around. That and I was unable to move both my legs. I rolled over onto my stomach and began to crawl using my arms. I didn’t make it far, though, before everything began to get dark again. Finally…

#Finally

[darkloverlost]

FOR THE LOVE OF A SON

#TRIGGERWARNINGS!

LW had been particularly unruly tonight. Every once in a while he would be completely unreasonable about how he treated the other young in the house. It was more than just little tifts, too. These were all out brawls amongst the young, and more often than not, it was due to LW starting it. Male or female, it didn’t matter to him, he would go after them all. As many times as I told him that a male was never to hit a female, it never seemed to sink in. I had him seeing Mary often and even she had tried to quelch that action, but she had also told me that it was his anger at his mahmen that was his trigger. He saw how her death created such a massive depression in me and he hated her for leaving us.

Tonight had been almost the worst of it. Lyric had ended up with a black eye and a broken nose. Rhampage then beat the snot out of LW, for which he was severely reprimanded. It seemed that no matter what I did, I couldn’t win. Battling my depression took every ounce of energy I had. I was not giving LW what he needed and it was obvious. How could I keep going like this? LW needed a sire that could put in quality time, make up for the hole in his life that comes with losing a mahmen. It was glaringly evident that I was not doing this for him. Shit, I couldn’t keep my own life together, let alone his. It was becoming more and more clear that LW needed something that I was not able to give him, comfort, stability, I could not be his rock when I was so distinctly treading water, myself. Why? For what Godly reason was I working so hard to keep my head above water when 99 percent of the time I just wanted to let go and be with my Queen? It wasn’t doing LW any good. If anything it was making things worse for him. He would do so much better if I wasn’t here. He would be raised by the Brothers. With me out of the way, they would pour so much love into him that he would grow up to be exactly who he was meant to be, not some shattered young that can’t seem to get enough attention from his own sire. He would have physically and mentally strong male and female role models to look up to. People that would be able to put him before anything else.

I knew what I had to do. As I put LW to bed that night, I stayed and watched him fall asleep. Once he did, I told him, “I do this for you. With all the blood in my heart, my young, I love you. Sleep sweet. Better days are ahead.” Then, I kissed him on the forehead and went to get my gear.

#ForTheLoveOfASon #EBRPG

[darkloverlost]

TURMOIL w/@Rogue_Vishous

Wrath:

Nothing had been right since that female showed up at the Audience House. I hadn’t been able to focus on anything and it was pissing me the fuck off. I had gotten to the point where I was sparring every spare moment. I had attempted to spar with Z, but V put a halt to that. So, here I was going fist to fist with him, instead. I was hitting harder than ever before, but I was so screwed up in the head, I barely connected with anything and V was getting the better of me. “Fuck!” I spat, stepping aside for a minute, after V clocked me good.

I needed to get my head in the game. I had been messing up at work, too. The other night I had screamed at a few citizens that couldn’t solve their own problems. Sometimes I felt as though I was just some referee for the race. Can’t resolve an issue amongst yourselves, bring it to the King, even if it is about a stupid chair. A chair. Yes, that’s right. This family lost their grandsire, and he had this chair… anyway, it doesn’t really matter. It was the most asinine thing I had ever heard. They had all deserved a good tongue lashing.

Vishous: *While sparring with the King, I started to think he wasn’t even trying. I was waitingfor him to give me everything he had and Nothing I wasn’t even breaking a sweat. * What is going on Wrath are you even trying? *I ask as he stepped aside. You’ve got to let me know what is going through your mind. After that female left the Audience House you haven’t been the same since.

Your yelling at the brothers the citizens even LW has noticed. Your needing to take a break from the Audience House. We all cannot go on like this true? * Something is going on even before that female came along I knew he was just going through the paces. I hate to even think this but our King is losing his mind.*

Wrath:

“Seriously? LW?” I questioned as I began to pace the mats. This had gotten worse than I thought. The Brothers could handle my mood. I had been pretty much a brute about things around the homestead ever since Beth and gone unto The Fade. They were used to it. The Audience House I had wanted to take some time away from for a while, anyway. I was overdue. But, LW… that was a totally different beast. For him to notice a change… I had really fucked up. Par for the course, at this point, though. I couldn’t seem to keep my head out of my ass, as of late, and this female showing up didn’t help. It’s been ten years and I’ve had not one inkling of a feeling towards any female. Not even any of the Chosen that come to force me to feed from them, when I get too weak. Not once have I had any kind of a stirring from below the belt… unless I’m having a dream about my belated Queen. But, this female that came by the Audience House had definitely caused a stirring and it made me feel guilty as hell, and unfaithful, and so fucking wrong. It was as if I had cheated on Beth and I hadn’t even gotten close to the female. I even threw her out. That hadn’t seemed to matter, though. She had barely left my thoughts since. I had heard her voice in my dreams. I wasn’t about to admit that to V, though. “I’m fine, V. It’s nothing. Same shit, different day is all. Let’s close down the Audience House for two weeks. Shift things around. Bring in Saxton, if needed, to discuss with me any urgent matters. Got it?”

Vishous: Yes LW. You know he can talk now right? He’s come to me not long ago asking why Dad is so angry *I know there are other things going on in his head, He’s like a fucking valut keeps it locked up tight. Ever since Beth went unto the Fade he has been bitchy like a female but worse than before since that night at the Audience House.* So are we going to talk about that female? Why you were so short with her . Why her?. And Saxton can take care of all the shit being sent in. *I walk back to the middle and tell Wrath to work a little harder at trying to take me down. I know he can’t his head is all mixed up Maybe I can knock a little sense back into him.* @DarkLoverLost

Wrath:

A growl threatens, “Fuck you, V. I know my son can talk.” He’s coming dangerously close to pissing me off even more. It’s as if he’s taunting me. “I’ll talk to him. I’ll make more of an effort around him.” I conceded, although I wasn’t sure how much more of an effort I could make. I had thought I had been doing okay at home. Then again, there were days when I just didn’t care. Depression had been a death sentence for me. Most days, I got through due to LW. Some days though, even he couldn’t get me from evening to morning. On those days, I tried to stay away… from everyone. I knew I wasn’t any fun to be around on a normal day. Those days, I just wanted to cut a bitch, and I was always afraid I might.

Turning towards V’s voice, I bent forward and bolted at him, slamming him to the ground on his back. “I’m not talking about her, man. It was nothing. I was done for the day, that’s all.” I hadn’t realized that by acknowledging his comment, that I was letting him know, that I knew exactly who he was talking about, which in essence gave away the truth, that she had gotten under my skin. “Like I’ve been saying, I’ve needed a break from that place for a while. I had just had enough.” Why did he need to keep bringing her up. Like I needed any kind of reminder. The female dominated my thoughts. I had gotten to the point where I had pretty much spent the past three days drinking myself to bed, in hopes that the alcohol would erase her. No such fucking luck. It just gave me more bizarre dreams about her and massive hangovers in the evening.

Vishous: *i knew I was in the wrong bring up LW bit something had to get through to him and I knew that female had messed up his head. Seeing him act that way. The only time I’ve ever seen him go bazaar on another male like he has toward me was his Shellen. I seen his body tense up after being up that female at the house and him slamming me to the ground that was the last straw.* ok, that’s not sparing brother. You need to get your fucking head straight and if it has to do with LW or that damn female. Do something then else then drinking your damn black or taking it out on your brotherhood. *I rip all my sparring gear off throw it on the floor stand there glaring at him with my arms crossed waiting for a response on what I said. And I couldn’t take the silence* I know you know your son can talk now you need to listen to him. To all of us. We all miss Beth because she was the only one that can talk damn sense in your thick skull. Now you need to listen to your own blood brother. We are all here. *tapping my temple even tho I know he can’t see* I still see things in my mind brother. @DarkLoverLost

Wrath:

I could hear V tearing his gear off and making a scene. He should know by now that kicking up the drama wasn’t going to get him anywhere with me, aside from pissing me right the fuck off. “No, you listen up! My son and that female are off fucking limits! I’m not talking to you about either one of them, right now.” It riled me up even more that he thought he could get into my head with all this shit. “It’s been ten years since Beth went unto The Fade. I’m sick and tired of all my Brothers thinking they can throw a switch and I’m all of a sudden going to be fine. It don’t work like that, V. A male’s gotta go through what a male’s gotta go through, and for me that means raising a young all on my own, ruling a whole race…” Growling out the next part, I continued, “oh yeah, and mourning the loss of my mate!” I hadn’t even realized I had been tearing a track in the mats from all my pacing. “I would hate to see the day that you lose your mate, my Brother. Maybe, then I’ll take some advice on the subject from you. Until that day, stop pushing me to get past it. I’ll get there when I get there.”

This whole thing was getting old. The depression sucked ass, the guilt of feeling less than a father to my son was unbearable, the stress of having to rule the race under all these conditions was breaking me, the Brothers thinking I was going to just snap out of it all had me ready to fucking snap in all the wrong ways, and now I had this fucking female that was taking over all my waking thoughts. Talk about fucking guilt! Which reminded me… “And stay out of my head, V!”

Vishous: *I wouldn’t know what it’s like with losing my Shellen. I came close once.  I wouldn’t want that pain. My Leelan is my world just like my brothers. I know he is in pain but, the race needs home and his son if this female is the cause of his craziness he’s got to stay clear of her.* I’ll hand her problems you need to go back to the audience house and go down to Darius rooms and get away Sire take LW with you if need be. I’ll get with #Saxton and take care of things. *I don’t know if this will help. But I think I may need to talk to that female and keep her away.*I know your in pain and I don’t know how I would feel if I lost my Shellen, I don’t know your pain but I did come close to losing her if you remember. I can’t stay out of your head your screaming. @DarkLoverLost

Wrath: Shaking my head, I respond, “If I’m taking some time away from the Audience House, it’s not going to be in its basement.” Thinking for a minute, I come up with a better plan. Well, maybe not really so much of a great plan, but one that a little more palatable than hanging out downstairs, in the Audience House, the one place I am trying to avoid. “I can hang out here, at the manse. I’ll take LW on a couple of excursions to… “ I began to think about it. Where was I going to take him to? Downtown Caldwell? In the middle of the night? Not! I could take him out to dinner, but how much fun was a young going to have at a restaurant that didn’t have an arcade in it? “I’ll think of something. But, I’m not going to spend my time off in the basement of the building I’m avoiding.”

I begin to shrug off my training gear and kick it off to the side. “Do what you have to with Saxton. I need this time off, now. Not in a couple of weeks. If I have to sit through one more dispute over… what was it? A gaggle(?) of chickens, or whatever they called it… I just might throw my desk at someone.” Pushing my wraparounds up far enough to rub my eyes, I continue, “Make it happen, would ya?”

As I begin to walk away, I reach out and pat V once on the shoulder. “Thanks, man.” I’m not the apologetic type, so I don’t apologize for flattening him on the mat or yelling at him earlier, but V knows I appreciate what he does.

Vishous: *Listening to what Wrath says I know what I can and can’t say enough to piss him off to get done what needs to be done, And him getting away needs to be done. I see something coming and I don’t want to stop it.* Yeah, I got Saxton, I know what I need to do Sire. *All I can do is nod when he says Thanks to me.* The next time you want to kick someones ass, call Hollywood. *I call behind him as he walks out. Our race is going to flourish again. I know it’s coming I can see it.*

#Turmoil #EternallyBoundRPG

[darkloverlost]

I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU: CHAPTER 1 w/@DelicateDeviant

Wrath:

It had been a long night at the Audience House. There had been three major disputes among family, a couple of offerings from new members of the community, a mating request, and now I was getting ready to hear a trust fund request. Why did I have to be involved in all this crap? Why did everything have to go through me? I got that our community was a secret one and this was one way for the people to feel heard, and get a chance to put eyes on their King, however,  most times I felt like a circus monkey, sat on a throne for people to gawk at. There had to be a better way for us to run our community…

V pulled me out of my thoughts with his inquest, “You ready for the next one, or do you need a little break?”

He knew I was getting to a point where I needed a break from all this crap. We had been discussing the idea of me taking a week off. It’s just that there was so much going on in the community that it was hard to get that kind of time. We had started winning the war against the Lessers about five years ago, so more and more of us were flocking to Caldwell. The problem was that the more that as more of us set down roots here, the more determined the Lesser became. So, five years ago we had begun to win the war, then more vampires moved in, then the Lessers called for more people to move in, and it just became this massive domino effect.

Nodding my head at V and letting out a long sigh, I replied, “Yeah. Send them in.”

Whicked:

I paced around the reception area of the King’s Audience House like a caged Tiger.  My eyes tracked the movements of the Receptionist and all the other’s that were patiently waiting their turn to meet the King and discuss whatever it was they needed.  I hated that I needed to come here to ask some Male I didn’t know, who didn’t know me for access to my own money.  When the Lesser’s killed my family,  what money my family did have had been transferred into a trust fund for me since I was the only living member left.  I had pretty much stayed clear of the money, preferring to earn my own and make my own way in this world it was easier that way.  Not needing or relying on anyone but me.  But if I wanted to make my dreams come true, I was going to need a little help.

I sighed impatiently and smoothed down my mid length skirt before fidgeting with the collar of my blouse waiting for my name to be called.  The background music was operatic or some shit and it was like driving nails into my head,  I balled my hands into fists as I tried to keep my head in the game so I didn’t screw up and embarrass myself in front of the King,  not that I really cared what he thought, I just didn't want his impression of me to royally screw my chances of getting what I needed from him.

I heard a door open to the back of the room and a goatee’d head popped into the room. His diamond eyes scanned over the crowd, flickering over me and beyond.  His voice rang throughout the room with ease, making himself known. “Uhh Annalee Termagant?” I looked up at the sound of my name* He caught the flare of my eyes as I looked up* C’mon you’re up, follow me.”

Ugh no one called me Annalee anymore,  not since my family died.  I looked around at the others waiting and caught a few of them looking at me. I stood up straight, praying to the Scribe I wouldn’t go ass over tits in these new heels and made a beeline for the Male.

“Yeah...Hi,  I am Whicked,  I don’t go by Annalee anymore.”  He nodded like he really didn’t give a shit if my name was Mary Fricken Poppins or whatever,  he had better things to think about like keeping the King safe.  “Sure Female,  whatever you say, just follow me”.  For once, I did what I was told and followed him through the door into the King's Audience Chamber beyond.

Wrath:

Closing my eyes, I took in a deep breath. This was my life. By night I was propped up on this chair and had vampire after vampire paraded past me, by day I did my best to raise my own little prodigy and sleep, only to raise back up the next night and do it all over again. Most of the time I failed miserably at it all. I was a lousy King, and even worse father to the future of our race. LW should have been my savior. He should have been my reason for wanting to live, and for a while he had been. But now, every time I hear his voice, I can’t help but hear Her in it. He even smells like she used to. Which may sound odd to most, but he has this scent to his skin that is uniquely Hers.

I’ve done my best… Well, I guess my best is a bit too strong. I really haven’t done my best. I’ve had my ups and downs, mostly downs. I’ve just about given up, at this point. Nothing seems to be worthwhile. I know that sounds horrible, especially considering I have this amazing little male waiting for me at home, but I just have days where putting one foot in front of the other seems utterly impossible. Mary has tried to talk to me, I refuse. I know it worked well for Z and some of the others. It’s not going to work for me. I just want to be with my beloved. Spending hours on someone’s couch isn’t going to change that.

This morning had been one of those days where I couldn’t get myself to move. If it weren’t for V, I would never make it in here. I wouldn’t make it out of bed most days. He keeps me going. He forces me to do the things I don’t have the will to do. He’s basically become a nurse to a dying King.

The creak of the door as V stepped back through, pulled me from my trance. “Sire, Annalee Termagant here to see you.” I waited as I hear the flip of the folder in his hands. “Her family…”

A scent so strong hit me like a ton of bricks. It was like a cold breeze rippled across my skin as I took a deep breath in. It was sweet like a field of lavender, with a touch of rosewood. Dearest Virgin Scribe… I took another deep breath. Fuck! Rosewood. Beth’s favorite shampoo had rosewood in it. But, there was something more to why this female’s scent tickled my every fiber. Something dangerous. Something I didn’t want to even fathom. I gritted my teeth and balled my fists as the bouquet of this female wafted into my nose. I hadn’t even realized that V was done introducing her and I hadn’t caught a thing.

“Sire?”

Swallowing, I motioned for the female to begin with her own request. “Annalee…” I spoke, expectantly. She would likely impress on everything that V just said, anyway. I just wanted her out, as quick as possible and if V had to repeat everything, this was going to take too long.

Whicked:

I paused next to the goatee wearing Male that guided me into the room, his sheer size must mean he was one of the King’s Warriors,  which made sense.  He would need to be protected at all times.  I stepped out from behind the Warrior’s shadow and glanced upwards, my eyes falling onto the massive Male that sat awkwardly behind the slab of a desk.  My breath caught in my throat as I ran my eyes over the King.  He was breathtaking, a magnificent specimen of a Male.  Strong, wide shoulders, chiselled cheekbones, long raven locks falling form a widows peak, blind eyes hidden behind a pair of blackout wraparounds..  The scent that rolled off of him hit me like a tsunami.  It invaded my very being, strong, rich and spicy, it made me somewhat dizzy as I stood there in the middle of the room.  

I inched forward, toward him,  now feeling as nervous as I did earlier, not knowing how to address him but when I heard him say my name,  Annalee, I groaned and my inner bitch took over oblivious to the sitch going on. “Yeah….Hi, um King...Sire...whatever.  My name is Whicked,  I don’t go by ~That~ name any more”.  I fidgetted as I stood there, my hands clasping each other in front of me, his wraparound sunglasses preventing me from seeing what was going on in his mind,  his jaw was tight, almost like he was grinding his teeth.  Boy he looked pissed.

I clenched and unclenched my hands in front of me and tried to still my nervous fidgeting but I knew I was losing the battle.  Part of me wondered if bolting was still an option to me.  I glanced over my shoulder and noted that my escort was propped up against the door with a shiteating grin on his face,  obviously finding my current predicament amusing, ok so trying to escape wasa no-go. I shot him a blistering glare before flicking my flame locks over my shoulder and refocusing me eyes on the The Blind King.

Wrath:

My hands went to the arms of my chair and gripped hard. Good fucking God! The sound of her voice even resonated within the canals of my ears. It was as if the Scribe Virgin had created this female specifically with me in mind. That was impossible, though. A low growl emanated from my gut. Beth was my one. My only. She was the one I was meant for. She was the sole female that I was supposed to spend my life with. We had been, as Beth would say, kismet. There would never be another for me. Beth was it. And, when the Scribe Virgin decided to take her away from me, that was it. I was finished with females. Taking another deep breath, no matter what they fucking smelled like or sounded like.

The flare to my nose, I’m sure didn’t go unnoticed. “Okay then, Whicked…state your case for the record.”

Of, better yet, V… please, state it for her, so I don’t have to listen to another syllable slip past her lips. Not that I couldn’t request for that, but I didn’t want to alert V to what was going on in my head. So, I kept quiet. Then again, with his skills, he was probably seeing it all in his mind, anyway.

Impatiently, I waited.

Whicked:

A wave of stone cold aggression washed over me, emanating from the hulk of a Male in front of me.  I bit back a wince and stepped forward toward the desk,  when the King’s bodyguard didn’t make a move,  I boldy got in close to the slab of wood, my fingers tracing the lines and edges of its front.  My, the King was a handsome Male, absolutely divine and utterly uninterested in anything I had to say.  Clearly just another voice among many.

“Well...well I want to get access to my Family trust fund…. please.  I need the cash as collateral toward a loan for my own space downtown. So...if you could uhhh just sign the dotted line I can get out of your way, I am sure you have plenty of better things to do, right?”

I noted a silver picture frame to the right of the desk,  I could faintly make out the picture of a Female with a small child.  The joy on their faces blasting out of the sepia toned photo.  Oh shit….that must be his Shellan.  The Queen.  I looked down at my feet feeling like an utter shit for eyeing up this Male like a piece of meat and here he was clearly still mourning the loss of his mate.

The rumor was that once a warrior bonded with a female that was it.  Done deal,  nothing else even mattered to them, not even their own life.  I couldn’t even imagine the pain he must have felt,  must still be feeling.   Well I guess I could in my own way, the loss of my family gave me a front row seat to the big fucking grief show, so I guess I could sympathize with his loss.

I stepped back from the desk, my fingers lingering over the wood before raising to my locks,  twirling them around my fingers nervously.  

Wrath:

Even though I leaned back in my chair, my body was far from relaxed. In all honesty, I had heard the rustle of her clothes and the click of her heels as she stepped right up to my desk and I was trying desperately to create some distance. Her scent stronger now, hinted at a small touch of eucalyptus mixed in with the lavender and rosewood… and her voice seemed to melt my creaky bones.

I couldn’t do this! Why would the Scribe Virgin do this to me?! Where would she get the idea that this kind of thing would be okay? Then again, it is the Scribe Virgin we are talking about. She does like to torment us all. This was a new kind of cruel torture, though. She had done some nasty things in the past, but this was just vile.

“V!” I growled.

It took him five steps too long to get to me. “What’s up, man?”

I leaned close, “I’m going home. Cancel the rest of my day.” Turning back to Whicked, “You’ll have the papers by the end of the day.” Before she could respond, I stood and pushed past V, heading for the quiet quarters where I took my breaks.

Whicked:

Wow…..his voice was like honey to my soul.  Harsh but smoothing somehow. I looked up catching his expression,  abject horror.  My eyes instantly sought out the floor, biting my lip hard to stop me from saying something I really shouldn’t, I heard him call out to the Male at the door who came forward in the blink of an eye, bending down to the King’s eye level.  A low whisper spread between tehm but I caught the jist,   he was leaving.  Clearly couldn’t handle my attitude.  Really was something I should work on when I want something but it was who I was and I wouldn’t apologise to anyone,  not even the goddamn King!

I stood up straight,  eyes front and centre, my blood on fire as he got up and glanced over at me for a long moment,  those unseeing eyes boring straight into me.  He moved quickly and gracefully around the chair and out a door at the back of the room.  His bodyguard shot me a look and a shrug and left behind the King.  

I stood there in the empty room blinking rapidly.  Against my better nature I bit out a parting retort.  “Well fuck you very much, Your Majesty”!

I span on my heels and strode out of the room,  50 shades of pissed off.  He better get me that paperwork tonight because I had a meeting with the bank tomorrow.  What I wanted,  would be mine.

Wrath:

I no sooner got through the door when I heard Whicked’s voice from behind me, “Well, fuck you very much, Your Majesty!” Growling, I whipped around, strode back through the door and across the room, catching her by her arm before she could leave. Her other hand ripped around and caught my cheek so hard that I could feel the heat burning as I was sure the side of my face was turning a crimson red. Leaning into her, I pinned her against the back of the door and despite her aggression against me, I could smell the excitement in her scent. “Fuck you very much, huh?” I ran my hand gently across the side of her features, gaining a sense of every muscle and how they were formed into a slight grin that she was fighting. Slowly, I trailed my finger down her neck, along the jugular, feeling it pulse way too fast for a normal beat.

Suddenly, I could hear V’s questioning tone behind me and I realized I was still in the breakroom, never having stepped back into the throne room. “Fuck!” I raised my fist and put it through the wall. “Give me the papers, V! Now!”

#IHateEverythingAboutYou #Chapter1

[darkloverlost]

FLASHBACK: THAT FATEFUL NIGHT

Flashback - Valentine’s Day, ten years ago:

Being raised by humans, Beth had always given value to Valentine’s Day. It was part of the romantic in her. To me, it was just another commercialized holiday that the humans came up with to make the rich, richer and the poor, poorer. But, for Beth, I would turn the world upside down and right it again over and over to put just the smallest of smiles on her beautiful face. So, I had created a ritual. Each Valentine’s Day I made it my mission to outdo the one before. This particular night, I had brought Beth into the city. I had Fritz buy us a limo, just for this occasion. I didn’t care if we ever used it again. This night had to be better than last year. V drove and took us to this rotating restaurant at the top of one of the buildings and it overlooked the whole city. The view, from what Beth had told me, was stunning. But, that was what was important, that Beth could see it and enjoy it. The food was incredible. At $125 a plate, it had better have been! I had reserved a whole section to ourselves so we weren’t disturbed. V and the trainee he brought also made sure of that. The King wasn’t allowed out of the house without protection. But, V was good about making himself scarce and he kept the trainees in line.

After dinner, I had planned on bringing her to this bluff, outside the city, where you could look out over the ocean and because there were no lights, you could see all the stars, hear the crash of the waves… I had brought us a bottle of expensive champagne and dessert and we were going to indulge in a night away from a colicky baby.

We never made it.

A semi lost control on the ice and blew through a stop sign.

We had been stupid.

On the drive to the bluff, Beth and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Ten years and I remember it all like it was yesterday. Beth had started it all by unbuckling her seatbelt and sliding one knee across my lap. Instantly, my cock flexed against the strength of my pants and I reached for Beth’s thighs, gripping tight. Her hair draped across my arm as she dragged her elongated fangs and the tip of her tongue up my neck. Tracing my fingers up her thighs, I was quick to discover she had left her panties at home. She was so wet. Hungrily, I raised one hand to the nape of her neck and tangled my fingers into her hair, pulling her to me and finding her mouth with mine own. She worked quickly on my belt and zipper, freeing my shaft from the confines of my pants and before I knew it, she was sliding down on top of me, forcing a low growl from my chest. We moved together in sync for only a few moments before I heard the screech of the air brakes on the semi. Then came the horrific sound of the crunching of metal. Beth didn’t even scream. She didn’t have time. She was ejected from the car, out the side window, the second the semi collided with us. I had never unbuckled my seat belt, and I was on the opposite side of the car, so I lived. I was critically injured and for almost a week, it was touch and go. But, I did live. So did V, who was driving the car. The trainee, also died at the scene.

When I finally came to, after the accident, I had no desire to live. I wanted to be with Beth, no matter where she had gone. The fact that it was The Fade, mattered not. The fact that I had a colicky baby waiting for me to get better, mattered not. In those first few days after I awoke, nothing mattered but the fact that I would never hear the beautiful tone of my Queen’s sweet voice. In the end, it was LW that kept me going… at least for a little while. But depression is a stubborn beast.

#FlashbackThatFatefulNight