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Recovery (with @MismatchedFreak)

Dehv: ~ I grumbled and sighed and grumbled some more as I was poked and prodded. I’d ended up watching Qhuinn get scraped off the hood of the car like a mis-flipped pancake and then carted off with the others who had been seriously injured. I’d not been all that badly hurt, and after feeding it’d all go back to as it should be. My eyes held out the whole time, and I felt that was a little victory. I’d done as I was told. I’d gotten in the back of one of the vans rather than dematting. I hadn’t waited around to see what they’d done about the human in the car or explaining a van of blood without anyone in it. I’d kept my mouth shut. My brain totally focused on whether Davidson would make it and whether Qhuinn got back to the infirmary without any other injuries. I’d heard some chatter, and Davidson wasn’t good. But I dealt with it. I handled it up until I was plopped in a room and left alone for what felt like an eternity. Then when I was seen, I was patched and prodded. My ankle wrapped. Ribs wrapped. Head checked and bandaged. I endured it while grinding my teeth until there could only be stumps left. I kept my mouth shut until I was sure I was vibrating. My male had been hurt, one of my best friends was likely dying and they were poking me until I snapped. “Enough already. If you want me to feed, fine. Bring whoever to the same room as Qhuinn is in and take me to see him. Then update me on Davidson.” I watched their eyes widen and I exhaled a harsh breath “Please.”

That little word did the job and I was quickly transferred down the corridor. I saw various Chosen moving between rooms. I figured they were giving us some of their blood, but not enough that they weren’t able to offer a little to everyone. Most of us only needed enough blood to heal broken bones. That was easy enough. I shoved through the door and into the room that Qhuinn had been shoved into. I knew he’d be less than happy to be confined to a bed. I felt my lips twitch when I saw him and I made my way directly to the bed and settled on the end. “Looks like now it’s your turn to rest up while I flap around like a mother hen.” I winked at my male and then turned to look at the Chosen who had come through the door. She looked at us both and then motioned for another to join her. I smiled and then faced my male again. “And no getting out of this. I need it to heal my head so I don’t have more issues with my eyes. You need it because you tried to fly when you know perfectly well it’s impossible. Then we can get out of here and go find a bed in the manse because you’re all friendly with the Brotherhood. They’ve promised me an update on Davidson too. So I am expecting Nhick to arrive thoroughly pissed off as soon as the sun sets. Since he’s stuck at home now the sun is up. He’s been blowing up my phone though, but I can’t give him any information.” As if on cue my phone chirped in my pocket again and I pulled it out. Watching Qhuinn get approached by the chosen in my peripheral while I typed out a reply. ~

Qhuinn:[If it didn’t hurt so damn bad, I would have rolled my eyes again when the questions started up again. No, I never saw the car that hit us. They must have blown the stop sign on their end, no headlights, no warning. No, I never considered dematting even though the sun was coming up. No, not even when Dehv got free. Yes, I focused on every damn trainee, no matter how annoyed I was. Yes, I knew the names of those who fled without offering a hand. Yes, they needed a ‘see the light’ moment and yes, you bet your fucking ass I’d be the one to deliver it to them when I could move. Yes, those who stayed helped. Yes, Dehv was trapped and wanted to help, had helped. Davidson was alive because of him and the others. No damn question there. No, I didn’t want a chosen, no, I didn’t want the females to come in and start their shit, no, I was fine. Dammit. Dammit.] I’M FINE! Just leave me be. Either spring me from this place so I can fucking sleep or at least let me see my damn male so I know he’s okay.

[The last time I saw him, he’d been giving me shit so I technically knew he was fine, but dammit, I wanted to see for myself. I didn’t want the twenty questions while they were poking and probing me, while they were resetting the arm, which hello that hurts like hell and really trying to talk while that’s going on is no fucking joke. I’d answered Tohr, answered Rhage, Answered, Z, and finally Wrath himself. They’d found something in the car of the human. Something that led them to believe it’d had been a trap. One that didn’t work for whatever reason, thankfully. Maybe because the idiot went and got himself dead in the process. I didn’t have time to think on that. I couldn’t. Knowing it was a targeted move meant it could happen again. I was fighting the doctors, fighting the Brothers. I wanted to leave and knew damn well they wouldn’t let me since my bell was rung pretty fucking soundly, not to mention the broken arm and lacerations from where the metal had tore my side open. It’d missed all the important stuff, so I wasn’t overly concerned but Wrath was adamant. All he did when I lashed out was chuckle low and settle a hand on my chest before forcing me back to the mattress. “You’ll stay until they are good and ready to spring you. Then your room is set up for you and Dehvastation. We will talk again soon, Qhuinn so don’t try to do what you normally do. Got it?” I rolled my eyes and despite the asshole being unable to see, he flicked my forehead with his fingers, “Didn’t catch that, care to repeat yourself?” I sighed and shook my head] Yes, my King. I’ll be available.

[He nodded, “See that you are.” Then he turned and grabbed George’s lead and slipped out just as I heard voices…one that seemed to reach right out to me. My male was on his way. I wanted to reach out to him when he settled on the bed, but of course my arms were trapped by the cast and the freaking wires they had me hooked up with. My gaze ran over him slowly, cataloging every injury I could. I didn’t even notice the new round of nurses or the chosen who’d slipped in. With him around, I seldom did. I let out a low chuckle, then grimaced as the action tore at my side] You start clucking around and I will make sure you’re the one strapped to the bed getting examined.

[I wanted to argue the chosen, but I wouldn’t because I wanted out of this bed more. I wanted time alone with my male to make sure he was fine. Then I wanted some fucking sleep.] Fine. I’ll feed, because you asked so damn nicely. Then we’ll make them spring me so we can rest in my room. It’s already ready according to Wrath. I’m sure Nhick is freaking. Poor dude isn’t used to his two arms being injured at the same time. Davidson will be fine though. Just gonna need time.

Dehv: ~ I took a minute to just breathe and shoot a message off to Nhick to let him know that Qhuinn was sure that Davidson was going to be fine. But that I’d check with an actual medical professional to ensure we were all calm. I waved off my own Chosen and stood again. “Qhuinn, feed, please. I’ll follow suit in just a minute. Quicker you heal, quicker we’ll be out of here.” I looked around and then saw Rhage walk past the room. His gaze seemed to quickly calculate who was in the room and whether anyone needed attention. As fast as he looked, he was apparently satisfied enough to carry on walking. But nope, I wasn’t having that. “RHAGE” I called as I moved as fast as I could to the door. I got to poking my head out when be beckoned me out further. I turned to check on Qhuinn and then stepped out into the corridor. “Have you seen Davidson. Qhuinn thinks he’ll be ok, but I…..” Rhage quirked a corner up and then spoke at his normal volume, “But you don’t trust him?” I shook my head and growled softly, “I do, but he’s injured and hasn’t seen him yet. He’s my best friend, him and Nhick. Please.” I felt stupid begging, but then I was sure it wasn’t the first time for the Brother. His expression became more serious and he reached out to land a heavy hand on my shoulder. “He’s in surgery still. But he’s being given blood from various Chosen. Trainees have stepped forward to ask if they can help too if they weren’t hurt too badly in the crash……………” I opened my mouth and Rhage shook his head and turned me towards the room I’d just exited. “No, you can’t offer your services. You need to feed and get yourself sorted first. Then you’re welcome to see Davidson. Feed, sleep, eat. That’s the only orders I’m giving you, and I expect you BOTH to follow them.” I saw his gaze lift to include both myself and Qhuinn before he started walking backwards, “Catch you later Q.” He chuckled and then turned on his heels to continue his inspection of the other trainees who were taking up residence in the infirmary. I frowned for a minute and then kept moving back into Qhuinn’s room. I smiled at the Chosen and held up a finger to ask her to wait just one more minute. “You hear that, Qhuinn. Davidson should be ok with enough blood. They’re still working on him though.” I knew my voice was laced with concern. I couldn’t see him to verify any of the reports. My heart wasn’t racing as much because I could see that Qhuinn was alright. With a little blood and some sleep his body would heal without any issues at all. I hoped that by the time the sun set we’d both be feeling much more like our old selves. I shot Nhick a text with an update from someone who had actually seen Davidson and then shifted until I could settle on the bed beside Qhuinn. I was careful to avoid all the wires and various other beeping things before settling in shoulder to shoulder. “Thank you, Chosen. I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” I smiled and took the wrist offered. I licked across my top row of teeth and then gently tried to make the breaking of skin as painless as possible. I figured Qhuinn was able to bully the doctors into letting us leave, so I knew I could take comfort from his warmth while I zoned out and focused on taking long, healing pulls from the Chosen’s veins. ~

Qhuinn: [Silently, I was thanking the scribe that Dehv was distracted by Davidson’s injuries, no matter how selfish that made me. It meant he wasn’t hovering over me and fussing over my own injuries. His shout left me cringing as my head was still ringing from the explosion and I barely restrained myself when he took off like his ass was on fire to check in with Rhage. Obviously he was fine if he was moving like he was and bouncing around like a rabid rabbit. I listened through the open door and held the finger up to the chosen again. Since I was tied up with the damn monitors I couldn’t get up to hear what was going on. I knew Dehv would try to volunteer, it wasn’t in his nature to sit back and heal any more than it was in mine. I just didn’t have a choice in the matter, though it seemed Rhage had taken Dehv’s choice away as well. I flashed my male a grin when he walked back in.] Told you he’d be fine. Kid’s tough. Though I suppose he’ll be using this to get this to get out of the training I had set up for him, probably best I put him back with Nhick since I’m sure Nhick won’t be letting him out of his sight for a while.

[I moved as well as I could to give Dehv enough room, though I honestly just wanted him as close as he could get at the moment. The chosen moved around so one was on each side of the bed and after moment of eyeing us, wrists were offered. I hated taking from them, it never felt right, but as long as my male was beside me I would be fine. Plus it meant getting out of there that much sooner. I sunk my fangs into the pale wrist while my other hand settled on Dehv’s thigh. I took a few languid pulls, then retracted my fangs before I closed the wound. The chosen lifted her gaze and I gave a slight shake of my head. I kept her wrist there for a few moments longer before I released it and thanked her. I took enough, more than I usually would from a chosen but probably not as much as they would like. But they could deal with it. I barely dropped her wrist when I was hitting that little call button. I could feel the blood flowing through me and all I wanted was a bed I was familiar with, my male and a few uninterrupted hours]

Dehv: ~ I felt Qhuinn move and frowned when I realised that he’d barely taken anything. I could argue it, or I could just ensure he fed from me later. That sounded far more fun, even if he wasn’t up to doing much moving around. I pulled back and licked gently across the Chosen’s skin, my smile growing as I lifted my gaze to hers. “Thank you. Rest before you get pulled off to help another. We need you as well rested as possible.” I knew I wasn’t telling her anything she didn’t already know. And I really had no authority to insist, but I figured reminding her that while her blood was the best thing to support our healing, her being in pain or getting ill for that wasn’t an option. She was worth more than that. I rolled my ankle again and hummed softly at the pull in my tendons. It would be perfectly fine before I knew it. Most other things were bumps and bruises. They’d been most worried about my head because of my eyes, but I had so far managed to hold onto my vision. Pretty much the longest I could remember going without it blinking out for a while. I chuckled and turned my chin towards Qhuinn. “Apparently in order to cure my blindness I just needed a good bash on the side of the head. Who knew. You’d have been able to aid with that long ago.” I grinned and then gently nudged against him. “And no arguments, as soon as we’re in our own room. You’re feeding. That blood has done what it needs to, and I wasn’t horribly banged up in there. You need more than you took and I’ll force the issue if I have to.” I turned back to the door just as another doctor entered with a less than amused expression on their face. Apparently Qhuinn had managed to get someone’s attention. He stopped beside the bed we were both taking up and looked between us before sighing and scribbling something on his pad. ‘I’ve been told you’re allowed to leave as long as your injuries were not life threatening and you fed. As you’ve both done that, I’ve got some liquid in you, and the day is almost half way over, I’m releasing you both to bed rest until sunset at the very earliest.’I opened my mouth to explain that I was more than fine, but the glare I got stopped me. Apparently the doctor wasn’t all that impressed with his orders. I pressed my lips together instead and watched as the nurse with him unhooked Qhuinn from the various machines. I moved out of the way reluctantly and stepped up to the doctor. “Just so you know, I’m fine. And I’ll get him to feed again before we sleep. Any issues with either my eyes or his…..” I gestured towards Qhuinn as a whole and just exhaled loudly, “being him. We’ll come back in.” The doctor just shook his head and then stepped back. I smiled and stepped forward to hold out my hand. “Ready to get out of here, feed then sleep in an actual bed that’s not accompanied by a million machines beeping?” ~

Qhuinn: [I rolled my eyes at the bossy male beside me. I would feed because I did need it, I just wanted to be somewhere comfortable while doing so and sitting in this damn bed with machines beeping all over was not the place. I chuckled low though at his comment about his head and squeezed his thigh] If only I knew we could have avoided a whole lot of arguing, hmm?

[I lifted my gaze to the doc who came in. I recognized him and we’d butted heads a few times. It wasn’t my fault E had filled his head with my stubbornness. He took it as a challenge and well, I never lost challenges with anyone. His eyes were narrowed as he spouted out his orders and I felt my own lips twitching in a grin. It really was chapping his ass to let us out of here. Though truth be told I was leaving regardless. I already threw the blanket back with my free hand when he said we were being sprung, nearly forgetting the cables, and nearly missing the smart ass comment from my own male] Hey, any issues with me being me will not require coming back down here, besides you like me being me so…

[I waited for the last damn plug to be pulled and grumbled about the cast I was required to keep in place for at least a week. Thankfully everything else was mostly healing, the internal stuff taking just a tick longer due to the metal and some salt from the highway scraping things but that wasn’t a huge concern. It would scar in places but that wouldn’t bother me either. Not the first won’t be the last. As soon as I was freed, my hand shot out to close around Dehv’s fingers] Fucking hell am I. I’d rather be home but this will do for a few hours.

[I gave a nod and threw two fingers over my shoulder to the doctor and nurse and damn near dragged Dehv through the tunnels and hallways before leading him to the room that was kept for me. I wasn’t surprised to see that it was exactly as it was the last time I slept here. Even when I was gone for the few years I was, my room had been left for me. I didn’t dwell on that though. Or the fact it felt too much like a family thing. Instead, I shut the door behind us and spun to face my male, eyes sweeping over him to take in every cut and scrape he bore]

Dehv: ~ I stepped into the bedroom and let my eyes roam around briefly. I had seen some of the manse when I’d walked through it to get to Wrath’s office. I’d also seen bits pieces here and there. I knew that Qhuinn had often stayed here, and I had to assume this was his room? He’d not even paused on the way here, and no one had directed us. I smiled and then turned when I heard the door close. My gaze landed on my male and the feeling of being scrutinised had me smiling wider. I didn’t step towards him, instead I moved backwards. There wasn’t a huge amount of clothes left on my body from the various check ups, and the fact I’d been thrown around the van and then used a huge amount of them to help Davidson. I knew that Qhuinn could see the scrapes and bruises that had shown up fast, and would vanish just as fast now that I had the blood of the Chosen rushing through my body. I moved slowly, keeping my weight on my good foot over my bad. Though even that was easing up. They’d wrapped it, but it wasn’t going to need the bandage come the morning. My head had been a worry considering, but again, the bruising and gash was going to heal up fast. I wasn’t worried about my own injuries in the slightest.

I unbuttoned my pant trousers and let them slide to the floor, stepping out of them and my shoes awkwardly while putting as much weight as I could on one leg before practically dancing away from them to stop my foot giving out under me. I was sure it wasn’t the sexiest thing in the world, and it wasn’t meant to be. I just wanted to ensure Qhuinn could see that I was fine. I kept my gaze on him, knowing that he’d been hit much worse than I had. I gestured towards the bed and then settled on the end of it to pull off my socks. “Get your clothes off and get into bed. You’re going to feed and then we’re going to sleep. I saw how much you took from the chosen. If you won’t take the blood that will heal you the fastest, perhaps mine will help. I got me a pretty decent bloodline in case you didn’t know.” I winked and kept the smile on my face. I was relieved and elated that we’d both gotten out in one piece. I could feel the various emotions bubbling just under the surface. The panic when things had gone to shit, then the worry when I knew that I was powerless had blasted through me like wildfire. I’d felt shame and disappointment that I couldn’t be up there helping and offering up ideas. Qhuinn had managed to stay level headed though. Rallying everyone, or those who stayed, so get everyone out and get help. I couldn’t even imagine the panic that had happened if Qhuinn hadn’t have been there, or if he’d have been knocked unconscious by the initial blow. I knew the emotions would get to me eventually. I needed to thank my male. To express in some way how grateful I was that not only was I still alive, but Davidson would live too. But for right now I needed to check over Qhuinn and get him in the best possible place to heal while the sun kept us confined to inside the manse.

I drew an imaginary line down Qhuinn’s body with my finger before speaking again. “You able to get out of that yourself, or would you like some help?” ~

Qhuinn: [My eyes never left my male as he removed the remaining clothing from his body. I took in each scrape, and the way he hopped around, the bruises forming over his body. I knew a majority of the injuries and marks would fade by sundown but that didn’t really calm me down much. Each mark reminded of me of the panic I had felt when he was trapped and I was unable to get to him. As a trainer and as his damn fiancé I had almost failed him spectacularly. I’d almost failed them all and the weight of that would be what rested on my conscious tonight. That and the damn pain that was still lingering was the only reasons I didn’t jump my damn male as he exposed all that deliciousness to me. Even if he was battered and bruised he was still fucking gorgeous and..I stopped and blinked at him my grin growing as he got bossy. I unbuttoned my pants with my one good hand, lip curling up in the corner] Did you really agree to be mine? Like that wasn’t just part of being knocked on the head that’s telling me I asked when I didn’t?

[My pants slid down, and I kicked out of them, grumbling about the need to go back down to the clinic to find my damn boots sometime in the next few days. I’d just gotten that pair too. I swear if they made a monthly shoe subscription I would need it the way I seemed to go through them. I barely broke them in anymore before they’d get destroyed. I arched my brow] The day I can’t get naked to join you in bed you better get my ass to the clinic for help.

[I slowly limped over to the bed and stepped between Dehv’s legs, my fingers brushing through his hair] What I would like though is a nice 24 hours of just being curled up right there. I think that’ll get me all I need. Think we can manage?

Dehv: ~ My gaze never left my male. Tracking each movement that he made and each and every item of clothing that was discarded. It was always a treat, and I didn’t take it for granted. But in this case, I wasn’t going to be distracted. I watched not only his body, but also his eyes. He managed to hide a lot from others, but his guards were down with me. Below the the overly confident I could see there was doubts and uncertainties. Qhuinn was one to take everything on his shoulders. And just because he could see that I was safe, that the other trainees were safe, he’s still blame himself. He was driving and he was the one who was in charge of us all. Despite the fact we all knew that without him we’d have had far more casualties. Thought perhaps those that disappeared the minute they got free might have had to put in a little more effort for the rest of us. I growled softly for a minute as my mind snapped back to the few who had up and left one of their own bleeding to death on the floor without so much as a backwards glance. I could feel the terror down to my soul at the thought that Davidson would die in my arms and what might have happened if Qhuinn had been knocked out. The bus exploding with us all inside. Or the sun coming up and meaning when the humans found us and opened the doors, we’d have all burned to death in the sunlight. So many ways it could have gone that meant the loss of nearly the entire trainee programme. But Qhuinn had managed to get us rallied together, help to arrive and everyone as safe as they could possibly be. All while remaining mostly calm.

And now here he was, trying his absolute best to distract me into not forcing him to feed and instead seduce me into bed. Which on a normal day I’ve have given leeway on. But today he was shit out of luck. I smiled at my male and then laughed. “I did agree to be yours. You agreed right back, so don’t think I’m the only nutter in this circus.” I winked and continued to enjoy the show. My entire focus back on the flesh and blood right there in front of me. Battered and bruised without a doubt. But alive and fighting.

I shifted slightly to give more space between my knees and lifted both hands to skim them over Qhuinn’s thighs. I lifted my head the minute I felt his fingers in my hair and rested my chin against his abdomen with a huge smile. “I think we can manage as long as they’ll let us curled up here. Sleeping, checking over each others wounds. Ensuring we’re both safe. But first, you’ll feed. Once that’s done I’m all yours for whatever you want.” I pressed my lips together and slowly leaned back so I was resting on my elbows, only wincing slightly at the tug and pull of my abused body. “You can pick the place, but you’re feeding, properly, before we do anything else.” ~

Qhuinn: [I let out a low sigh of contention when his chin settled against me, it was as though having him here and connecting righted my world back on its axis slightly. I should have known he’d not let the feeding slide. He was a stubborn shit when it came to things like that. It drove me crazy but at the same time it might have made my black heart melt a little knowing that someone cared that much to actually be stubborn when it came to me. Logistically, I knew he didn’t blame me or hold me responsible, but his offer of the vein was that little reassurance I needed. Plus there was that little fact he didn’t back out of agreeing to be mine. My smile probably looked a little twisted with the bruising and cuts along my face, but it was one of the most genuine smiles I had since the accident. No faking it when it came to the stubborn asshole in front of me. I grumbled in dissatisfaction when he leaned away and put himself on display. Mainly because I knew there was no fun in store for us tonight and he had to go and look like an all you can eat buffet. I let out a low grumble and leaned over him, bracing my good arm on the bed] You are so damn stubborn, male of mine. I would argue but we both know that would lead to neither of us getting what we wanted so gimme your throat and we’ll see if a little more makes a difference or not. If so, I can promise sleep might not be on the menu for a bit

[I let out a low laugh, knowing he saw right through me and that sleep was all we would be getting right now. He needed to heal up, despite his protests of how fine he was and we both knew I sure as hell wasn’t up to anything right now. Despite my ever present erection that came with being close to my male]

Dehv: ~ I sighed happily when his weight settled over me. He was all mine and other than the panic of the evening when I thought he might have died, the rest of the night's events were slipping away. I wanted to learn from them, find out what happened and why. But right now, in this moment, I was just so fucking happy that everyone got out alive. Come the morning I was going to be insisting we speak with Wrath about the ones that decided getting themselves out and not even bothering to get help. It pissed me off no end that they had decided that dematting out of there the second they could was better than helping. They had no place in the Brotherhood and no place in the Glymera. Though I knew it wasn’t our choice, and while there would be consequences it’d all have to be some kind of political game. Which would no doubt have Qhuinn swearing up a storm once he wasn’t face to face with the King. I smiled at the thought and trailed my fingers up and down Qhuinn’s spine. Moving us both slowly up the bed until I was more comfortable than with half our bodies dangling over the side. That way when he’d taken my vein, for far longer than a ‘little more’, we’d be able to sleep without interruption.

Once I was braced against a pillow I grinned and tipped my chin to give full access to the vein that ran the length of my throat. “You take enough that I’m satisfied. If you stop early there will be hell to pay, and you know I can piss you off far quicker than I could do anything else with threats. I know all your weak spots male mine.” I winked and tapped my throat in invitation. Not that I needed to. I was pretty sure he knew it was an open 24/7 kind of deal if he needed or wanted. But with Qhuinn, feeding was such a sore subject I tended to keep it to a minimum. I’d offer without expectation that it’d be taken up. Other than in instances like this, where the fucker had no choice. He needed to heal, and I was well enough to offer up as much as he needed. Especially with the Chosen blood running through me too. The fact I was a basic powerhouse in the bloodline stakes also didn’t hurt. It should give him a pretty good boost even if he only took what he was comfortable with. Though I did hope he’d compromise and take more just to make me happy. I didn’t even give a shit if it was selfish to insist. Once the sun went down and we were both waking back up, I wanted as much to have healed as possible. No way were we getting thrown into desk duty for any longer. It would drive Qhuinn mad for a start, and I was sick and tired of it. Now my eyes were starting to play ball again, I was not letting anything fuck up my ability to get back to training and patrolling. Plus, we had some kind of talk to have around the whole wedding/ceremony/engagement thing as well. So clear heads and healthy bodies was the only way that was going to happen. Even if I had to strap Qhuinn to my damn throat to get him there. ~

Qhuinn: [I sunk against my male, savoring this moment because I knew the shitstorm was going to hit soon. The Brothers were already gathering names of those who fled as well as rounding up what happened. I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I would be punished for what happened, but it was to what extent I wasn’t sure about. I couldn’t dwell on that now. Not when Dehv’s arms locked around me and I felt the contrast of his hard body and the soft bed. I dropped my lips agains his neck, inhaling his scent and humming contently. I let out a low chuckle as I positioned myself to not smother him and still not put pressure on either of our injuries, bracing myself fully on my uninjured arm and then the bed] You can piss me off quicker than anyone. Especially when you get that stubborn hair up your ass.

[I scraped my fang over the offered vein and teased my tongue after, taking a moment just to wind my male up since he would do the same to me.] I will feed until I’m done. Then we rest, I have a feeling once we hit sundown, things are gonna get messy with the fall out from this. Whatever happens, do not stick your neck out for me or try to defend me. I’ll handle it.

[Before he could protest and argue too heatedly, I sunk my fangs into that throbbing vein. I growled soft as the first rush of his taste coated my tongue. Feeding from him for pleasure was far better than when I was forced to, but there was no denying that this was the only vein I would happily take from regardless of the shit I gave him about it. I took long, languid pulls and ran my fingers from the casted arm along his ribs, savoring each moment until I finally felt satiated. I retracted my fangs and laved my tongue over the wound, mindful not to even waste a drop. His blood flowed through me and I could feel the relief from him as I did. The adrenaline from the accident was wearing off and I felt like I might actually manage sleep. Not that I would tell him he was right in his instance or anything. I nipped his jaw and hummed out a thank you before I rolled to the side, facing him, my eyes growing heavy by the second]

Dehv: ~ I opened my mouth to speak, but quickly shut it again when my males fangs pierced my vein. He’d already wound me up, though to be fair that was a permanent state when he was around. So I stayed still and let him feed as much as he wanted. I didn’t want him to pull away early like he always did. I’d never really asked him why he was so against feeding, it never seemed like the right time. I had picked up bits and bobs, but nothing concrete. It was a necessity though, so I was pretty much going to harass him until he did as he was told. Which was always more fun than it should be, especially when he got growly.

I settled back against the pillow and let my fingers travel gently over the warm skin at his lower back. My other hand tapped out a beat on my stomach so I could keep count of the minutes that passed. I closed my eyes, deep breathe allowing my body to relax, and just let the feeling wash over me of Qhuinn taking from me what he needed. I was so used to this being an unpleasant but necessary thing. Mostly feeding from females as that was still less awkward than getting a hard on when feeding from another male. Especially when you don’t want anything from it other than blood. Females made it easier as once they knew that they weren’t really my thing, that took any misunderstandings out of it. Mostly. Some still tried it on. I was never more thankful than when I found a friend who would help me out and allow me to keep my distance from others. Now I had Qhuinn, who seriously allowed me to just feel comfortable in my own skin. I would be forever grateful to him for that alone. I could fake it with the best of them, and I did as I was told by medical professionals. But knowing I can come home, or at least to a private room, with Qhuinn and we can look after each other is something I am more than happy about. I couldn’t wait to get through the day and then get to actually talking about the fact we’d agreed to spend our lives together. Which was a long ass time, and one hell of a promise. We’d had no breathing room in the last 6 months, so we deserved a night of being able to actually plan something. Anything really. So we’d pretend Qhuinn needed the night off and then we’d huddle in the bedroom, or go back to mine, and ignore everyone for one whole night.

The hum that came out of me on a deep exhale when I felt my males tongue close up the puncture wounds allowed me to relax even more. I tightened my arm around him and pulled him close. Not much caring about any aches and pains that might still be lingering. I had Chosen bloody pulsing through me, as well as the blood I naturally got from my father. Meant that Qhuinn should be practically healed entirely by the time he woke. I hoped anyway. The very worst of his injuries might take another day or two, and I’d insist he fed then too. I felt a hazy smile break across my face when his still sharp fangs grazed my jaw and then he settled. I didn’t move, only managing to turn my head to blink slowly at him. “Get some sleep, male mine. Once the sun sets we’ll be able to talk and sort out everything that happened today with clear heads and less injuries. I’ll stick up for you no matter what, you got us out of there tonight. Without you, we’d have burned up or blown up. I won’t hear anything besides that no matter who is saying it.” I reached down to link my fingers with his and then exhaled hard before the darkness took me over. ~

Qhuinn: [It felt like barely any time had passed when I shifted on the bed, pressing closer to my sleeping male, I glanced at the time and saw more had passed than what it felt like but we still had time before sun up which meant I could…I pressed up, eyes focusing as I scanned the room. I swore I heard…footsteps, several of them. That was never fucking good. I threw the covers back and slipped from Dehv’s arms. I groaned and bit my cheek to try to quiet it as I stumbled around the room to the dresser where I pulled out a pair of sweats I’d left behind. I tugged them on and only just in time as the footsteps stopped what sounded like right outside the door. I glanced back at my male and shuffled to the door, pulling it open quickly before the fist raised in the air could connect with the wood. I opened my mouth to question when I really looked at what was waiting for me. Several large ass hooded figures standing in a half circle in front of me. Flashes of the past ran through my head and I took a stumbling step backward, shaking my head and rubbing my eyes with my good hand, desperately trying to chase that image from my brain. “Qhuinn, son of no one. We need you to come with us.” The voice was familiar yet it did little to settle my rampant nerves. Would they really do this today, with Dehv right there? They couldn’t wait until sundown to toss my ass? I glanced over my shoulder again and saw Dehv stirring. He didn’t deserve this. “Come on. He’ll be fine.” I turned back and nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in my throat.] My things?

[The figure before me shook his head, “You won’t need them. Let’s go.” Vishous. I nodded slowly, then another voice spoke, Tohr I think, “And before you ask, no, you’re not being booted.” Surprisingly that didn’t make me feel better either. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but seeing them all here had a number of scenarios going through my skull and none were good. A hand thrust towards me holding a bundle, “Put this on and let’s go.” My brows pinched as I took the bundle from Rhage and unfolded matching robes. I pulled them on and then two hands clamped on my arms and frog marched me from the hallway, away from my male. Fuck me]

Dehv: ~ Well rainbows weren't normally my thing, but I guess after a night like we’d had, I’d take it in my dreams. I’d have preferred to have unicorns, but as my mind wasn’t playing ball, the rainbows and weird flashback to 80s cartoons would allow me to drift off peacefully and actually get some proper sleep for a change. Qhuinn was pressed up against my back, even when he moved away it wasn’t long before he was plastered up against me again. I had no issues with it, even after so long sleeping alone. I felt I’d adjusted like a champ to having someone in my space so much after years or doing everything myself. I wasn’t sure Qhuinn would agree with that entirely, but it made me happy to make him grumble sometimes. He’d had a shitty old time so far, occasionally it did him good to get so frustrated at me that he had no option but to laugh and try to stab me at the same time.

I continued down the weird rainbow dream, always upright even as I apparently twisted all over the place, until I jerked out of it. My body shook with the sudden change from sleep to awake and I blinked a few times before rolling to my back. Qhuinn wasn’t there, the bed was warm though, so he’d not been gone long. I lay still for a minute just listening, quieting my mind and getting my body back into check. The shaking slowly subsided and I pushed out of the bed. I was half way through stuffing my legs into my joggers when I heard voices just through the crack in the door. I blinked and really focused. Surprise registering that I could see Qhuinn outside, surrounded by hooded figures. No, not surrounded, they were watching him….as he also put on a robe. What the fuck? I frowned and pushed to my feet, stumbling slightly in my hast, being about as quiet as a fucking elephant. Well, they knew I was coming now.

I threw open the door entirely and landed face first into a wall of muscle. The growl was unmistakable and I instantly stepped back and threw my hands up in a gesture of surrender. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were there, still there. I thought you’d already gone.” I couldn’t see the face, as whoever was under the robe had his head bowed, but the growl had been all Zsadist. I stretched up until I could see around him, only to have him move again. I narrowed my eyes and went to push past him. Only to find myself pinned against the wall. The males fingers were digging into my jaw so I had no option but to meet his gaze. “Stay put. He’s fine.” I glared at him for another minute and then nodded. I trusted the male, and if he said Qhuinn was fine, I had to believe him. “It wasn’t his fault, he saved us, ok. Please ensure everyone knows that.” I lifted my hand and then let it fall, knowing better than to touch Zsadist when he hadn’t expressly asked for it, or it was during training when he inevitably had us pinned to the mat. He nodded once and then shoved away, catching up with the others in a blink of an eye. They disappeared down the stairs and barely a minute later I felt the tingle run down my spine to tell me that the sun had set. My heart still raced and I needed to find someone to tell me what the actual fuck was going on. ~ #Recovery

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darkredehmption · 4 years

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Lets Talk About the Shifter

#SL #LetsTalkAboutTheShifter

Malachi:

You’d think on a night off from stalking the streets of Caldwell, dressed up like a leather loving male entertainer, and killing things that smelled like the most heinous baby diaper meat factory in the world, you’d do something that was as far from that as possible.

Guess again.

When Zsadist suggested taking advantage of the empty gym, the thought of the vampire in a tank top sweating it out with me was more than lure enough to drag me away from the TV, or a book, or shit, any assortment of distractions I’d thought up.

The male could move. Centuries of being a warrior had honed his body into a lethal blade, and watching him evade my attacks was a glorious thing. As much as I wanted to draw blood, I wanted him to beat me, if only for the pure fucking joy of watching him work.

As he performed his own counter jab with the training blade I bent backward, letting it graze overhead before I followed through with the move and backflipped away. Gymnast point? Goes to me. Zsadist wasn’t distracted though, even if his golden eyes threatened to distract me as he darted forward again. Without thinking I summoned my wings and launched upward, overhead. I clipped his head as I went, earning a point with a laugh and landing with a flourish.

“Gotcha,” I teased, taking a fight stance again only to keep the wings this time. I’d learned to fight with them before, but a refresh wasn’t a bad thing. Besides, considering the male was distracting me just by breathing at times, it was only fair I gave a little tit for tat.

Zsadist:

[We were both off rotation and I thought it would be a great idea for us to train together. Okay. So really I just wanted to roll around on the mats with him and maybe cop a feel every now and then. Yeah I know. I’m fucked. But he was all I could think about these days. I couldn’t help it. The others all basically knew though we still kept up the routine of him having his own room and secretly sneaking to mine. Okay. So it wasn’t so sneaky and we got caught several times before. Though everyone was pretty nice to just kinda ignore or go along with our lame excuses. Except Rhage. When he would catch us in the act the fucker would unwrap a tootsie and give a creepy grin.

Snorting at the thought before I focus back on the angel. He fucking brought out his wings, which distracted me for a moment. Every time I saw them I couldn’t help but stare. They were magnificent. My golden eyes lower as a smirk curls at my lips.]

Oh so we are playing like that huh? Fine by me. [Says with a growl before I dematerialize. Only to take form behind the male. I reached out to grab at one of his wings. My fingers knotting in his feathers as I bring the blade around to his throat. Fuck. All this energy. This adrenaline had me wanting to rip his clothes off and take him right here on the mats. But I couldn't do that. No. Fuck that right there is one of the reasons why we weren’t allowed on rotation together. Luckily Vishous was nice enough to try to get us days off together like today.

Inhaling his scent before I shake my head. Yeah...This would have been bad if we were in the field together. Too many distractions. And fuck if you got hurt I would of lost my mind. The sound of my phone pinging pulls me away from you.]

Don’t move. [Chuckling as I remove the blade from his throat, my hand releasing his wing as I move to grab the device. Blinking as I see a text from Hadrian. Fuck. With everything that had been going on recently, I almost forgot about him. He was supposed to help us fight. Should I call him? In front of the angel? Thinking for a moment before my thumbs move to text him back. I wasn’t the best at doing it so I always kept it short as possible.]

Mal:

My wings afforded me a brief second in which the male stared, and were he an enemy, I’d have taken advantage of that. But then the sneaky fuck pulled the demat act. I knew where he was heading, and yet I was a microsecond too slow in the reaction. The cool kiss of steel at my neck brought me to a standstill, while the grip he had on my wing made me want to kiss him and kill him. I growled low, not for the first time hating that the trick happened to be one of several from my vampire side that I couldn’t master.

All the thoughts of revenge took a backseat though as I felt the male inhale at my back, breathing in my scent. The idea that even now I was distracting him earned a sly smirk, even in my defensive (Re: dead) position. With a sly quip on my lips, I didn’t get a chance to utter it as the phone buzzed from the side. I glanced over at it as the blade vanished from my throat.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I counter smoothly, smirking as I fold my arms and watch him move to answer it. “Besides, if you wanted to fuck me at knife point it could be arranged. I didn’t know you were into that kind of kink but I’m pretty flexible,” I admit with a wink.

For all the good it did. The male saw the screen and his brow furrowed slightly, the text clearly taking him by surprise. Considering Zsadist had a grand total of three people who text him that I knew of, including me, I felt curiosity punch through my adrenaline fueled arousal.

“Who is it? Vishous?”

Maybe something was wrong. The diamond eyed vampire would message the rest of us if help was needed by those out on rotation.

Zsadist:

[What do I do? Lie to him? Tell him about Hady? Fuck he was a former hunter and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t too keen on shifters. I can’t lie to him. I won’t. Lifting my golden gaze to the angel as I gave a small shrug.]

A friend. See before ah...I met you there was someone that the Brotherhood was training. So I think he just probably was wondering what was doing and when he should meet up with us again. [Smooth Z. Real smooth. Taking in a breath as I start to get a few more pings. Grunting as I continue to text, even though it annoyed the hell out of me.]

Take five. [And just like that training was over and my mind was wrapped up in Hadrian. Maybe I should call him. Then again I wasn’t sure that was such a good idea. Moving to sit on a bench as I wait for a response from him. How could I have forgotten about the shifter? Especially after how he helped me the last time we were together. My brows draw in slightly as I think about how I hurt him. I could still hear the snapping sound of his bone breaking and that was enough to make me cringe. Shit. I was broken on the floor and he picked up the pieces and put me back together again. He helped me. Hadrian was an important person and someone we needed to have on our side. I couldn’t forget about him again. No. Never.

Slowly I lifted my head up to eye the angel. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over his beautiful wings. Fuck I still don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve him. And yet he was here. He was here and staring at me with a whole lot of bonded male himself. Fuck...I liked it.]

Mal:

‘Friend’?

I turned the title over in my mind, but something about the way he’d said it didn’t make me think ‘friend’. It made me think ‘more’. More than a friend. More than an ally. And if there was someone that was more than both those things to Zsadist, how was I only now hearing about it?

As Zsadist pondered over the phone, I could see the faint hint of emotion in his eyes, the myriad only heightening the sudden, brutal punch of anxiety. Whoever this person was, they’d certainly left a mark on the warrior. I just needed to know what kind.

Striding across the sparring mats, I didn’t stop until I was right in front of Zsadist, my wings folded tightly down my back. I tried to moderate my tone, but I knew it’d be a challenge as the thought that my male was chatting with some other paramore ate me away on the inside.

“You’ve never mentioned a friend. And you’ve never looked like that when talking about the Brothers or anyone else in the manse. Who is it?”

Ahh, fuck. That sounded way more aggressive than I meant it to. Oh well. There was no taking it back. And besides, I wanted to know. I /needed/ to know.

Zsadist:

[Letting out a sigh as I set down the phone beside me so I can give all my attention to the male in front of me. The male who was clearly getting pissed off. Though I understood why. Bonded male. Whether he was full vampire or not that part didn’t go away apparently.]

He’s a friend but an important one. One who saved me as I did him. [Scrubs a hand over my eyes, rubbing at them before I take in a breath.] And before you get all pissed off at me. He’s a shifter. Yeah a shifter. The first one I’ve ever met and one of the nicest male’s I know. I mean he may have a smart mouth on him. [Smirks at the thought.]

But I think that’s why he fit in with the Brotherhood so nicely. I mean...most did want to kill him at first, but then he showed us no harm and asked to help in the war. Fuck you’ve seen the lessers. We need all the help we can get. So yeah, he’s a friend. And I haven’t heard from in a while and got worried.

[My brows draw in. Trying not not to worry that something could be wrong.] There are these other vampires. I don’t know if you came across them while hunting, but they aren’t like us. They are...different. I haven’t seen one yet. Though Hadrian, my friend, told me about them. They capture shifters and make them their animal to call. [Scratches my head.] Something like that. So I worry about him. I worry about these other vampires coming around looking for him.

Mal:

I tried to keep my eyes from narrowing at the revelation and failed. A shifter. A Were-animal. What kind, was my first question. The type of shifter they were normally gave a good indicator as to what temperament they had, and how many people they’d probably killed.

As Z downloaded to me, I felt my shoulders tensing that little bit more. I’d honestly wondered when I’d have to drop the bombshell that we weren’t the only breed of vampires in the world. Here in Caldwell it didn’t seem a problem; only the Scribe Virgin’s creations roamed these city streets. But if a Were-animal was here, then there was every chance vampires, and all sorts of supernatural creatures, could follow.

Things never stayed the same for long.

Were-animals and other vampires aside, Z still looked worried about the guy, and I fought not to be a seething mass of feathered jealousy. An entirely unfamiliar feeling and one I really, really didn’t like.

“Alright. You made buddy buddy with someone who turns into a savage thing once a month. And to think I’d be fine if it was a woman,” I snark, turning to pace across the mats. “What kind of animal is he? Where did he come from?”

Whatever his shift was, it had to be strong if he thought he needed to hide from vampires that wanted to bind him. Werewolves were strong. So were bears.

“And I knew about the other vampires,” I added absently, glancing away. I’d had to kill enough of them. They, unlike us, fed on humans. Some knew restraint, which I could deal with. But some hunted humanity like they were sport, and I’d never abided that.

Zsadist:

[Frowns slightly before getting up from the bench. I couldn’t stay still. Not in a conversation like this. My demons were out and I had to do my best to keep them at bay. Slowly I start to pace around the gym, my hands resting on my hips as I try to find something to do. But all I wanted to do was you up against the wall. Snorting at the thought before I move over to the punching bag.]

He’s...a few different animals. I’ve only seen two of them but I know there is more. [Nods as I lift my fists up and gives the bag a few hits. It wasn’t working very well but it would do for now. Scrubbing a hand over my face as I pause watching as it swung back and forth.]

Well, we don’t know much about the other vampires so I’m glad you do. Just in case we run into one, true? As for the shifter…[Throwing a right hook to the bag as I let out a soft grunt.] He’s not a threat. You think the Brotherhood would be stupid enough to let one in? He’s had background checks. Multiple meetings with not only my Brothers but the King himself. Where does he come from? I dunno...Came here cause he was looking for a new life and trying to find a place without those vampires. I trust him.

[Nods as I give another punch, gritting my teeth as I try not to lose my shit in front of you. I couldn’t help but smell the faint hint of jealousy coming off of you. ] So you...shouldn’t be worried about him.

[My bonding scent fills the air and I was glad it did. I wanted him to smell it and know who I wanted.] Smell that? That’s for you. [My fangs elongate slowly as I turn my head to gaze at the angel.] That's what I want. You. [Biting back a growl as I rip my gaze away from him. MINE. The word screamed in my head. He had to be crazy if he would think I would want anyone else.]

Mal:

Like me, Z couldn’t sit still, not having this conversation. As he got up and paced across the room toward the punching bag, I resisted the urge to stalk his steps. When had I become this green monster? Ugh, it was fuckin’ disgusting. I wouldn’t even blame him if he called me on this BS. Was this a Bonded male thing? How did their females stand it... Sweet /jay-bus/…

“That’s not…”

I was going to say ‘possible’, even as my mind whispered the opposite. It wasn’t impossible… just very, very rare. I’d never even heard of one existing in the last ten years. A Panwere; a human that could be infected by multiple strains of the lycanthropy virus simply by being exposed to it.

Forcing myself to focus on my male’s words, I shelved my surprise that his friend happened to be one of the rarest things on earth, and fought back a few choice snarky responses as well. Like the fact they’d let their nemesis, Lash, in as a trainee, only to kill him here as well and ensure his resurrection as the Omega’s spawn. Did I think a shifter, a creature of dual natures, could blind side people to get what they wanted?

Fuck yes I did.

Just because they wanted to trust him didn’t mean I had to. And even as Zsadist’s bonding scent filled the gym, curling in enticing tendrils toward me, around me, I didn’t flinch. Yes, I adored this vampire, but I couldn’t ignore my hunter instinct. And it was majorly triggered.

“There are more breeds of vampires in the world than you all know,” I said finally, my voice curt. “I’ve hunted several, but not all. Like our own.” But considering our own species only fed on each other, it was a moot point. “The fact he’s here means more vampires will come. Whatever quiet corner of the world this race has managed to preserve will be shattered soon. You don’t run and hide unless someone knows you enough to chase you,” I point out. “So trust him, if you want. But I don’t have to. I care about you,” I added, my wings shifting as I turned, the feathers rustling. “I care about your life more than my own, Z. But understand that I cannot trust something, or someone, that a life time of hunting has taught me to be wary of. I simply can’t.”

Zsadist:

[My eyes stay trained on the angel as he spoke. Not understanding how he could care for me more than his own life. I mean yes, I felt the same way, but what was my life? Not as important as his to throw away. Though I let that all go, for now. Scrubbing a hand back and forth across my head.]

I understand that, but you don’t even know him. Haven’t even met him and already are assuming shit. Just...don’t have so much hatred for him before you even meet him, true? ‘Cause one day he could be out on rotation with you. And you may need him at your side or vice versa.

[Grunting as I move back towards him. My eyes roamed over his features as I reached out to cup his cheeks.] I care for you too. So much that I wouldn’t let something happen to you. Promise that. I never really cared about anyone like the way I do you. I don’t want to fuck this up.

[Nods before leaning in to steal a kiss. It started off soft but turned more passionate as my fingers twisted in his hair. Tongue tangling with his own as my arms wrap around his neck. I couldn’t help it. Once I started kissing this male I couldn’t stop. Reluctantly I pull back. Dragging my tongue over his lower lip as I do so. I was hoping the kiss would distract him from the subject at hand.]

Mal:

A frown curved my lips as I folded my arms, my wings rustling in agitation.

“I never said I hated him. Distrusting someone and hating them are two different things, Z. I’ll make my decisions on this shifter after I’ve met him, and not before.” Drawing in a breath, I shook myself of the anxiety that a life time of hunting had given me. “Do you know what his animals are, this Hadrian?”

As he came closer I put a lid on any more questions. Parts of me warmed and softened at his words, my initial anger and frustration melting away with the kiss. For a moment I simply enjoyed it, let my wings relax at my back. When it broke, when his tongue flicked against my lower lip, I slow blinked and smiled.

“Nice try, Z.”

But even with the words, I felt no desire to resume our ‘discussion’. There would be time enough for that. And apparently I’d have to meet this Hadrian soon regardless. Rotations with a guy that could claw my face off was gonna be swell…

Sighing, I curled my wings forward until the primaries rubbed at his side.

“I don’t want to mess this up either. Just so you know.”

Zsadist:

[Lifting one hand to rub at his nape. My fingers threading through his hair as my eyes meet his.] It won’t get messed up. I...I can’t afford to lose you. Just the thought of it makes my chest tighten up. So no. That won’t be happening.

[Pressing my forehead against his own, my nose barely grazing against his.] Just stay...stay like you said you would. Hell get rid of that room you have and stay with me in mine. Pretty sure everyone knows about us. [Says with a grunt as I lean in to steal another kiss. This time when I pull back I let my nose drag along your jaw.]

Come on.

[Reaching out to take the angel’s hand. I twine our fingers before giving his arm a nice tug as I make him exit the gym with me.]

We are going to my room right now and I don’t give a fuck who sees.

[Yes I was still feeling like a bonded male and wanted to have him in my bed. MINE. The word screams in my head once again. Fuck. I will never get used to this shit. Turning to gaze over my shoulder at him. I still couldn’t believe that he was mine. The fuck did I do to deserve him? Hell if I knew. I guess I could just be grateful that I had him. And hope that I would never lose him.]

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alxvensxoul · 4 years

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I have something to tell you

Iris and Sana had a full day with the JYP trainees. The girls they were working with were doing really well even if one or two lagged behind just a bit. The two of them standing with their hands on their hips waving goodbye to the trainees as they left the studio and headed up the stairs. Once the sound of chattering voices and stomping feet ended she and Sana sprawled our on the floor, sweaty and exhausted in a good way. After a moment Iris sat up and took a breath. “Sana I need to tell you something” she winced as the way she said it was a bit ominous. “Nothing bad! Not really. Just something that happened the other day.” As her boss sat up she looked at her. Wisps of blonde hair we’re framing her face and her cheeks were pink from the work they did. “What’s up?” Sana said with concern in her eyes “what happened?”. Iris took another deep breath “Rhage and I had sex. For the first time. The other day and..” she pause, trying to think of how to continue. Meanwhile Sana laughed “Iris you don’t have to tell me when you have sex. Oh my gosh wait. Does this mean you guys are officially a couple!!” Sana’s voice oozed excitement and Iris blurted our “Vishous was there”. Sana’s face immediately fell and if Iris wasn’t looking at it with her own eyes she might not have believed the look on Sana’s face. She was normally so happy and oozing sunshine but now she looked like someone kicked her puppy and was probably gonna get stabbed. “What do you mean Vishous was there?” the way she said it Iris could tell her jaw was clenched. “No! Oh god no. That came out wrong. Afterward. Oh god no. I didn’t sleep with your man Sana. No let me explain” Sana’s face softened but only slightly as she waited for Iris to continue and Iris wondered if she got Vishous in trouble. “We...Rhage is very big and..strong and we got a little carried away and I may have dislocated my hip.” She paused only briefly and continued the story before Sana could say anything “Rhage said Vishous used to be their doctor and he could help. But Rhage was stuck inside me. It happens with wolves. Anyway. So I was stuck and in pain and Rhage was stuck inside me and Rhage called Vishous and he came over and he saw me naked and that’s...what I needed to tell you. Rhage almost killed him the whole time” Iris didn’t notice the way Sana’s face went from a scowl to a smile as she snorted and covered her mouth with her hand. “He broke you Iris. Did he really dislocate your hip? Holy crap”. Iris blinked as she looked at her boss. “So.. you’re not pissed off at me? I obviously would never touch your man”. Sana shook her head. “I’m glad you told me and no I’m not mad. I’m glad he could help. When you said he was there I was mad. I don’t think i have ever been that mad. Well...anyway! I’m glad you are ok! Did you go to the doctor to make sure everything was ok?” Iris nodde “yes. Everything is fine.” She breathed a sigh of relief “I thought Rhage was going to kill Vishous the whole time.” Sana nodded “I guess they all get like that. Vishous hasn’t with me but Z does with Steph I have heard. Vishous hasn’t had to with me plus we aren’t together officially yet so there’s that. I know it’s weird.” She waved off the rest of that explanation “thank you for telling me. I appreciate your honesty”. Iris felt like she could breathe again and for the rest of the time they sat there talking about Rhage and Vishous like the lovesick girls they were.

#Self Para

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allthelittlethingsihavetosa-blog · 5 years

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Aww Shit...{w/@V_Bloodletter}

Vishous

I was in hideout motion and it was all going rather well. Wrath knew of my location, I had imparted that info to him before I left. But the rest of the Brotherhood was clueless to my whereabouts. And for now I planned on keeping it that way for a while. I needed the seclusion, the down time away from people, all people, even the Doggen. Although I did bring a male Doggen with me to my new residence. As of yet I hadn’t decided if this was going to be a full time thing or just until I finally finish pulling my head out of my ass. But for the time being I didn’t need to make that decision. I made sure that I could be reached when needed and that I was on the streets when it was my time to work patrol. It was imperative that I stay low-key right now. No one else needed to understand that but myself. I had managed to stay away from the Manse as well as my Penthouse. Although I had it all wired to feed into my system here in the middle of BFE. And that was why I was able to have a front row seat to all the wondrous things that Doc was up to at the Commodore. The night she decided to break into my place, an alarm went off and at first I was up and ready to demat to the high-rise but then I saw who it was. So I grabbed a bottle of Goose along with some beef jerky then sat back and watched the show. That was up until the end and I knew that Doc wasn’t really hurt or did any extreme damage to my property. Although that didn’t diminish the fact that she intruded where she had no business intruding. And that shit would be fucking dealt with. I wasted a few minutes in gearing up and locking my place down before I vanished into thin air. When I came to form on my balcony it was like the place knew I was there. The glass doors slid open gracefully, black pillar candles lit up to full flames and as I stepped inside the doors closed and locked down.

Piper

::Every inch of my body ached in so many ways I couldn’t figure out what sound to make first, so in a exhale of breath they all came out at once. I chuckled darkly catching my breath again before I finally let my eyes open to take in my surroundings now that the sedative had released me from it’s grip, I hadn’t forgotten where I was by any stretch of the imagination. It was more to check that no one was waiting with a weapon close enough to do damage. Scribe knows Vishous could be the one doing so for all I knew, rightfully so given what I’d just done to his penthouse and his trust by my intrusion. I shifted my position a simple inch which caused nothing but sheer pain to radiate outwards but I needed to get out of this fucking tub then figure a way out of this place before the man himself showed up to exact revenge only to find the neighborhood doc half dressed and covered in blood waving at him like some retarded seal. The image alone had me laughing to myself as I found my feet and stepped out of the tub to tuck my gun back into its holster. Before I gazed into the mirror and gave myself the once over. My wounds weren’t healing as fast as I liked which meant the daggers were laced with more than just a heavy sedative, he was a sneaky bastard I’d give him that. He liked to torture more than I gave him credit for. Just when you thought you were safe and far away you’d realize he still had you. I took another minute to gather myself before I’d start working on an desperately needed exit plan. It was then I noticed the candles scattered throughout light up almost on cue with the sound of the locks I’d known to the the remaining windows slam into place. There was only one person who could make such a thing happen without setting off the alarms I had earlier::

Shit. Shit. Shit.

::There was no way I could run and hide anywhere in this penthouse that he couldn’t find me, I wasn’t going to turn this into a cat and mouse game for many reasons. The biggest one being, he wouldn’t tolerate it anymore than I wanted it to happen.. I swallowed the contents of my stomach that had suddenly decided that now was the best time to crawl their way up my throat. Cautiously I half wondered if I should at least pretend to be surprised? Or act like I would have in the past and played the foolish stupid doc but I couldn’t. I did this of my own free will. I knew what I was doing every single step of the way and I wasn’t, for once, going to let that scare me.::

You watched me the entire time didn’t you?

Vishous

I leaned my shoulder against the bathroom door frame and watched as Doc tried to collect herself, at least somewhat. With a tatted brow cocked, I shook my head and still I didn’t speak. I pretty much knew if I spoke right now, none of it would be without cursing or growling and who knew what the fuck else. I would never bodily hurt Doc. She was family. But she also betrayed me and my trust. Even though I had no desire to step foot in my Penthouse, that didn’t mean that it was open to any fucking person that wanted to trespass on my property. Actually it pissed me off more with the fact that I even had to come here when I didn’t want to. I glanced around before letting my eyes finally settle on the female. “What do you think?” Again I just shook my head and pushed away from the wall, to stand fully up. “I will go with sixty seconds of whatever excuse you have for doing what you did and then…” My shoulders came up in a nonchalant shrug. “And then you stay a safe distance from me until we get you back to the Manse, to Wrath and Rhage. They can deal with this fucking shit.” I didn’t even attempt to hide the frustration and anger from my tone. What would be the point to? Not even my Brothers had ever tried or thought to not only come to the Commodore but to destroy my property and break into it.

Piper

::My first immediate thought was at least he gave me sixty seconds, it was shortly followed with an inner cringe by just the thought of Wrath and Rhage knowing what I had just done. I felt a bone deep shudder follow before I even opened my mouth to speak my peace::

I’m not going to make excuses, Vishous. I have two valid reasons for coming here.

::I was trying not to get frustrated at the looks I was getting or the anger that was flowing off the brother in waves thick enough to push me over, he had every right to be giving them. For now my only choice was to speak what I had to say and hope that he saw that it wasn’t in some malicious intent that I came busting in. I didn’t move from where I stood just pushed my shoulders back a little and stood to face him a little more, hoping he’d at least appreciate the gesture::

You just left, Vishous, without a single word to anyone. That in itself is none of my business but it was something completely out of character in all the years I’ve known you. I run, you don’t. You stand and fight till you’re bloody and raw then you fight harder. So when I went to find you, to ask you for help and no one had seen you in weeks, yeah I came looking for you. Besides Rhage, you’re the one person I’d sacrifice everything for. The guards you left in place weren’t exactly going to let me in, you weren’t answering your cell and panic had set in. If you were up here in trouble what would you have me do? Leave you?

::I stopped talking at that point, there was nothing else I could say I was exhausted and I ached in places that I didn’t even know I had. Punishment was coming no matter how hard I prayed otherwise. I wasn’t going to beg for for it to be any different.::

If or when I get a change I’ll ask Fritz to make arrangements to have everything fixed at my expense however you wish it to be done. I wouldn’t change what I did, Vishous and I’d do it again without fail.

Vishous

I made my way into the living room, obviously watching Doc as she stumbled her way from the bathroom. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on or why she was here or what the hell happened to her. I shook my head and shot a text message to #Fritz . ‘At the Commodore, send a car to pick up the Doc ASAP and she will need medical treatment.’ I slipped my phone back in my pocket and headed to the bathroom again. It took a few moments to retrieve the first aid kit and to retrieve a bottle of Goose from the kitchen. Once I had everything that I needed for the situation at hand, I went back to where Piper was and started barking out orders. “Sit down…” I shot a glance around the spacious room and shrugged. “It would appear that my table is the only suitable place to have a seat.” I had emptied my Penthouse out almost completely over a year ago and to date, I still didn’t want to be here. But unfortunately I had no fucking choice in the matter. I placed the kit on the flat surface and started unpacking the few items that I would need. “I contacted #Fritz and he will be sending a car to pick you up soon.” I didn’t want to delve too deep into the things I was being asked. Answering questions was not high at the top of my list right now or any time for that matter. But this was Doc and she deserved some info. I blew out a breath and gave a dead look. “I needed to go MIA. I had given Wrath a head’s up on what I was doing. But yeah, no I didn’t post it on the Brotherhood bulletin…” I shook my head, glanced at you for a moment. “Next time maybe I will shoot you a text to let ya know that I am on the lamb. As for your question, my eyes are everywhere. Never doubt that.”

Piper

::I moved somewhat slowly towards the table nearly jumping out of my skin when I heard the order barked at me, it wasn’t so much the order it shook me from the haze I momentarily found myself in again. Then once again I found myself staring at Vishous as I sat on the table before him, hating myself for the millionth time since I started this adventure. Once I heard his confession I knew exactly how he felt, it was why I ran, why I left.. All he wanted was space, plain and simple yet I forced him out of that in some foolish attempt to find him on my own. I glanced down at the kit, cautiously pushing it away before placing my hand on his and finding his gaze again.::

I deserve every ounce of this pain I’m feeling right now, Vishous and you can cancel Fritz. I have a ride downstairs that if I leave here Rhage will fucking kill me for. I mean, even more than he will for the rest of this shit. Which he will and Wrath? Fuck me, those two are going to ...I don’t even want to think about it. So, no, Vishous, you don’t owe me any explanations as to why you left, Guess just remember I’m a little more emotional than the rest of them?

::I chuckled hoping to ease the tension in the room but failed horribly, the pain it caused nearly knocked the air right out of me. I took a chance and punched his shoulder, before I even another cautious joke. He was taking things a little too lightly for my liking. It was all too weird.::

As for your security, I’d like to know what the fuck you had those daggers laced with. Also, I’m pretty impressed. I expected explosions and fireworks but you came with nothing but stealth.

::I glanced at Vishous again, arching a brow::

You’re being far too quiet. Too reserved, Vishous. If this was anyone else you’d have torn them a new one by now. I destroyed your penthouse, your trust. Yet you’re sitting here trying to tend to my wounds?

Vishous

I snorted out a grunt and shook my head. “I assume that your ride downstairs is Rhage? Because yeah, I’m not letting you bail out with anyone else tonight. No fucking matter how irritated I am with you right now.” I flinched at first when I felt you rest your hand on mine and I had to remind myself in the next breath that it was okay...For the moment. “No, I don’t owe you any explanations but for now, I will tell you that I am good with where I’m at. The Manse and all that goes with it, you make sure that they are all good. And if you need me, I will work...a little better on replying to messages.” The corner of my lips turned up in a half grin. That was doing pretty good for me, considering that I had no desire to be within the city. “As for the rest, no.” I looked at you sitting there and narrowed my eyes a little. “Come now, do you really think that I will let you or anyone make repairs to this place? No, I will take care of it myself and obviously beef up my system that you completely destroyed.” I gave you a pointed look. “Right now, I need to be quiet but no fucking matter how pissed I am at you for destroying whatever property I have or even betraying me, you are my friend and we will deal with it. I might not want to speak with you or see you for a while but that doesn’t mean I’m cutting you out of my life.” I nodded at the barrage of marks covering the areas that I could see. “Show me where to start.”

Piper

I can handle however you want to deal with me, V. Quiet or loud or hell even throwing things at me, I just couldn’t handle you cutting me out completely. That would probably kill me. Just like it would if any of the others did and I shouldn’t have done it you when I left without a word if I would ever return and for than I truly am sorry. As for my ride downstairs being Rhage..

::I paused for a moment closing my eyes as I sat up a little straighter despite the burning pain it caused, he’d have to look at the gashes no matter how much I protested otherwise. I’d also have to confess that I did this without letting anyone else know and I already knew Fritz was probably letting my male know of my whereabouts and condition as we spoke. That was going to be a conversation I knew I would have to sit and simply take without saying a single word.::

Rhage has no idea I’ve left, I mean I did leave a note that told him but whether he's actually found it yet is unknown. I can tell you one thing, he’s going to be a whole lot more agitated than you are, also a fuckton more vocal about it, he was actually the reason I was looking for you. Or at least the scalier part of him was. You should probably take a look at the wounds where those damn small daggers that lined the railing got me, they didn’t go too deep but whatever they were laced with are making it really hard to stay awake and don't even get me started on the pain right now. The rest I can handle later or have someone at the manse look at.

Vishous

I just shook my head and gave a chuckle. I glanced at you a moment before I went to work on cleaning each bloody wound. “I see some things never change. You running out and doing things that you shouldn’t be and of course doing them on your note while leaving a note behind.” My grin widened a little when you mentioned about parts of my security system that did cause you some issues. “At least I know that it all wasn’t a fucking a waste. And yes, you are more than likely right, you will hear much more from Rhage than you will from me.” I snorted out a grunt once i cleaned most of the blood away and started in with bandaging the areas. “That is not a yes or a no as to who is picking you up…”One black brow rose almost to my hairline and I locked my diamond eyes on your face. “What exactly do you mean that you came looking for me because of Rhage? I know I have been MIA and no, I am not living within the Manse but I do still keep nightly contact with Wrath. And nothing has been said or relaid to me that there is an issue with any of the Brothers. So yes, you will need to explain what the hell is going on.”

Piper

I am fully capable of taking care of myself, if this doesn’t prove that face than I don’t know how the hell else to prove it to any of you. I mean I could have gone out hunting Lesser or something but I chose to do this.

::I hissed out a breath, glaring at you when the disinfectant hit some of the larger wounds. Sometimes I wanted nothing more than to be looked at as more than just the Doc but I guess that day wasn’t going to be today, besides I wasn’t about to argue with the man whose house I just broke into or who was currently helping me out. Besides, Vishous so far hadn’t torn my ass apart when he rightfully could have. Sighing I bit down into my lip to suppress the slight twinge of shoulder pain as I sat up straight again::

There is nothing wrong with him, I just have a few questions or maybe I’m more curious? The beast seems to be acting a little weird around me, not like I want to eat you weird but the complete opposite. Infact…

::I nearly jumped clean out of my skin glancing over my shoulder at the doors when I heard the pound coming from the opposite side, groaning loudly:

You weren’t by chance expecting company were you?

#TBC

#AwwShit

#PiperHart #Piper #SLS #Vishous #BDBMisfits #BDB

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onceafuckup · 5 years

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Heartbreak

+My brain woke long before the rest of me did. I could hear the muffled voices and quiet chattering as if they were trying their damndest not to disturb me but at the same time wanting to. I couldn’t force my eyes to open or get any of my limbs to move, or maybe it was just that I didn’t want to. What did it matter what I did now, anyway? Blay was gone and it was my fault. If I had just stayed, gone with him to that damn event…Everything felt as though I was covered in cement, including my eyelids. Everything was so fucking heavy. Though the weight on my limbs didn’t feel nearly as significant as the heaviness in my chest. I was fairly certain my heart had been replaced by stone, that was the only explanation for that feeling. It hurt. I never realized emptiness could hurt, but it does. It made every attack I’d been though feel like child’s play. Those moments of sleep, ok drunken unconsciousness, had been the only time it hadn’t hurt. Maybe if I kept my eyes closed long enough, I’d simply fade away along with everything else. Just hold my breath and let it all go.

“Get up, Qhuinn. I know you’re awake.”

I grunted and rolled to my side as the shitkicker connected with my ribs, but still didn’t open my eyes. More so now because the room took on that topsy turvy spinning sensation that reminded me that a bottle or two of Herra isn’t always the best idea. Though the numbness it provided was welcome. So fucking welcome. There was another kick from above and a grunt from me, then a softer voice spoke, “Give him a minute, won’t you Tohr? It might be a few decades since you lost Wellsie, but surely you remember the pain. Why don’t you all just leave and let us handle this?” There was grumbling, several voices of dissent spoke up, which surprised me as I hadn’t realized there were so many in the damn room to begin with. Finally Wrath ordered everyone but the females to leave and I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. Beth was like a freaking dog with a bone when she had her mind set on something and instinct told me I was that something. The door closed and wisps of fabric sounded in the room before brushing over my outstretched arm as one by one, the females took a seat on the floor around me. Hands brushed over my forehead and down my back, “Ok, Qhuinn, the guys are gone. We brought you some food, just soup and sandwiches that Fritz made for you. There’s some water and a few soft drinks as well. Sorry, but the Herra’s on hold until we talk. Layla’s on her way, she wants to be there when you tell the kids.” I let out a low noise and rolled to my side, bringing my arms over my head. Maybe if I ignored them… “We’re not going anywhere Q, so get that thought out of your head.” Fuck. Do not flip off the Queen…do not tell off the queen. If it wasn’t for the fuckton of respect I had for Beth, I would have done those things. Not even fear of Wrath ripping my balls off for it would have stopped me. It was ONLY because she saved my damn life when I was barely past my transition after I stood up for JM. Since that moment, I’d lay down my life for her…even when I never did think it was worth too much. I knew it was her hand on my forehead brushing my hair back. It wasn’t the weight of the ring on her hand, it was just her presence. A sob snuck out before I could choke it down and I heard a few of the other females take a stuttered inhale, as if they too were trying to hold it together. My chest heaved with each breath as Beth continued that soft, motherly touch. “Wrath has taken care of notifying Blay’s parents, they are on their way back from their vacation so they can be here for the ceremony. I am sure you do not wish to discuss it now, but you don’t want to wait too long, Blay deserves….” I shook my head, my words coming out on choked breaths+ Blay …should be me…can’t…I can’t…It hurts.

+The air in the room felt like it was being sucked out. The females started crowding me as I rolled up into a sitting position, my head down and damn near in my lap. I wanted to shrink myself to nothing, to disappear. Mary placed her hand on my shoulder, “We’ll take care of whatever you need, Qhuinn. You’re not alone, Lyric and Rhampage need you to hold it together though.” Every mention of the kids sent images through my head of Blay and how he cared for them over the years. How he was the stable one to help with homework since I was too fucking stupid, the one to discipline them when I was too much of a pushover with them, the one who made sure the doggen was happy so the kids were happy..what the fuck did I do? Yeah, I was there, trying to give them what I never had, but Blay was the rock in our family’s foundation. He kept me from losing my shit over Layla and Xcor, kept me from losing them completely. Another sob racked my entire body so hard my back popped under the pressure. Blay deserved better and my kids sure as fuck deserved better. Once a fuck up, always a fuck up. Bella spoke up next, telling me that Zsadist and Rhage were going to the scene at sundown to see if they could determine what happened, that they were doing everything they could to make things easier. I shook my head, actually my whole body, in argument. I rolled and tried to push to my feet. Stumbling once I did, both because of the room spinning and the females around me. They all stared at me like I had three heads as I weaved my way through Wrath’s office. I couldn’t breath. Couldn’t think. It hurt but I still tried to use my useless damn voice+ No…I should. I gotta…

+I tripped and then focused on the door, moving as fast as my booze soaked body would carry me. I clutched at the handle, once, twice, three times before my fingers finally curled around it. “Qhuinn, where are you going?” I shook my head as the door opened, my voice only moderately steadier+ Beth..gotta. I need to see.

+They called behind me to try to get me to stop, but nothing on this earth would manage that. I started down the stairs and saw the wall of Brothers standing there. All had their attention trained on me, likely because they heard the females yelling behind me. Vishous raised a brow, staring at me with those bright ass eyes of his, “Going somewhere?” It was a question but the words were laced in a threat. A threat I didn’t give a flying fuck about either. I tried to demat, but my emotions were too all over the place. I tried to calm myself, but it wasn’t going to work. Instead, I continued down the stairs like a fucking train going off the rails. The Brothers squared off, blocking the end of the grand staircase. I thought of Blay. My chest clenched, my fangs extended, my breath snarled. I saw fists being clenched. This was going to be ugly and I was fucking ready for it.+ I have nothing to lose, move or be ready to take my ass down.

+Vishous laughed, it wasn’t a pleasant sound. It told me he was ready for the fight. The shutters rose for the night. Everything stopped. That was what I had been waiting for. My feet hit the steps harder on my descent. It was like hitting a fucking wall of cement, but I didn’t let that stop me. Fists and elbows flew, though not as many as I expected. In fact, it was only two Brothers fighting me, Vishous and Tohr. Against one, I might have stood a chance, but between the two of them, I was getting my ass handed to me quite soundly. Not that it stopped me though. I threw fist after fist until I had nothing left. They both wrapped their arms around me, supporting me when my body gave out. I didn’t even notice the wetness on my face or that I was sobbing deep ragged sobs until I was struggling to draw a breath. They didn’t let me go though. They also didn’t say anything. No meaningless words or platitudes. They didn’t feed me some bullshit about it all being okay or how I’d get through it. It was like they knew…fuck, they probably did. I don’t know how long we stood there before I finally managed to compose myself. Before I felt like my legs wouldn’t give out beneath me. My face hurt like a bitch and I knew I was sporting some wicked bruises, but I felt something other than the utter emptiness, even if it was just pain. After a few more silent moments, V slapped my shoulder, hard, and Tohr stayed close, his voice only loud enough for the three of us, “It sucks. It hurts more than people will know. You do what you need to but be smart about it. Don’t do to him what I nearly did to Wellsie.” That helped but it didn’t. He still managed a happy ever after, and V watched Jane die, but his damn mother brought her back. I couldn’t even bargain with the SV because the bitch disappeared and she wouldn’t give two shits about me. I wasn’t even sure Lass had the power to do anything, if he’d even be willing. Would he be…V was shaking his head, “No, it’s not a possibility, Qhuinn, for that I am sorry.” I slumped, I couldn’t even get pissed again because I was so drained and honestly I expected it. I nodded slowly and shrugged off the males.+ Can I go now? I need to see…I have to go to where it happened.

+The room tensed again, air so thick a dagger couldn’t cut through it. “Why don’t you let…” I shook my head, teeth clenching+ I need this. Please.

+That final word shaking as I forced it out. Wrath stepped forward and even though he was blinder than shit, I felt like he was staring into my soul as he stood in front of me. I swore the room held their collective breaths as we waited for him to speak. Not that I would listen if he denied me this. All I wanted was a chance to do the right thing. My fingers twitched against my thighs and that pit dropped heavily in my stomach. I really didn’t want to have to fight the King, but I would. The clock echoed, ticking loudly in the grand foyer. Footsteps came down the staircase, soft and light. Wrath lifted his head. A silent conversation took place and then Wrath nodded slowly. “I expect you back here in…let’s say four hours. That should give you plenty of time out and still allow you to be back before his parents arrive. If you’re not back, we’re all coming for you and it will not be good for you. Understood?” I nodded and swallowed around the lump in my throat and as I started to walk towards the door, his hand clenched my shoulder, “Don’t be a dumbass, Qhuinn. That’s all I ask.” I choked out a chuckle+ Being a dumbass is what I do best, my Lord.

+He squeezed my shoulder hard, but no other words were spoken. No one tried to stop me again as I made my way to the front door and out of the manse. I needed to focus, to calm my breath so I started walking down the expansive driveway towards the road. My thoughts were tinged with happy moments but often overshadowed by the last conversation we had had. I winced with each verbal barb that echoed in my brain and I continued to walk. And walk. I passed through the mhis and hit the highway and walked. I couldn’t get my body calm enough yet, no matter how hard I tried. Instead, I continued my path down memory lane with each step I took. I didn’t know how much time had passed before I paused. I could smell him, smell his blood. I blinked and forced myself to move my feet. My legs were heavy, each feeling as though it were encased in concrete or maybe it was quicksand pulling me down. Twisted metal lay before me, a piece of the bumper sheered off, a section of the headlight covering stuck into the ground, the mangled bark of the tree he’d ended up in. Cold wetness seeped through my leathers, and I looked down, shocked to find the ground so close, my knees encased in mud and muck. How that happened, no clue. I slumped forward, my forehead resting against the tree and sifted my fingers through the dirt. I could smell him here. It was so strong. The coppery scent of his blood was heavy, but also that damn cologne he wore, his smokes, the alcohol. It was all there. Along with the smell of burnt rubber and the fuel and oil the car spilled. It surrounded me, enveloped me, suffocated me. A bellow of rage ripped through the night as I unleashed a slew of curses and pent up frustration. I cursed Blay, cursed the SV, cursed Lassiter, and whatever other gods or demons may be listening. My throat was raw, my face was wet, my fingers …I looked down and they were bloody and raw from where they were pounding and scratching into the tree. I hated him for leaving me. Hate him for not taking me with, hated him because we were supposed to have a lifetime ahead of us. I loved him too, like I would never love another, but right now, I hated him. I sat there for who knows how long. Eventually, I stopped cussing him out and turned to talking, apologizing, reminiscing. I knew he wasn’t there, but with his scent surrounding me, I could almost feel him there. That brush of wind against my skin reminding me of his touch when we were in bed. I could almost hear his voice telling to grow the fuck up. To pull my head out of my ass, to keep going. Fuck, it hurt so bad. Steps sounded behind me, but I didn’t turn to look. I didn’t want anyone intruding but something told me it was a friendly presence. I rubbed my bloody hand over the tree, offering another silent apology to Blay, making promises I could only hope to keep before I finally turned to look over my shoulder. It was no surprise to see JM standing there, his hand held out to me. Zsadist and Rhage were there too, but standing back a respectable distance. I remembered they were there to look at the scene so I was glad they didn’t come closer yet. I didn’t need the accident dissected before me. It was time to go. Time to find my children and tell them what happened. Time to make sure my Hellen got the send off he deserved. I pushed to my feet, accepted the silent hug from my oldest remaining friend and set off to return to the manse.+

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son-of-the-omega-blog · 5 years

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#SL #BlindedByTheDark

Written by @Son_OfThe_Omega and @ToTheGrahve. Mentions @Qhuinn_BDBFM and @Dehstruction.

#TriggerWarning #Abuse #Sexual #GraphicViolence

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Grahve: Good behaviour was rewarded. It was the fastest lesson I had to learn. Maybe even faster than I learnt anything from the Brotherhood. After all, they didn’t punish failure with bloody screaming torture. They didn’t rip you down for having a moral compass by murdering innocents.

I still didn’t know that female’s name, and I suspected I never would. Her blood had covered me like a crimson baptism. I couldn’t remember much after it either. I knew there’d been Lash. I knew there’d been pain. I knew I’d wanted to die in her place.

Sitting up on the bed, I put my back to the wall, shifting to place a pillow there to keep the mesh of the cage from cutting into my flesh. Absently, I rubbed at the shackle wounds and scabs around one wrist, then reached for the book off to the side. Setting the book in my lap forced me to look down my bare chest, and the litany of new scars, wounds and bruises made my stomach flip slightly. With a huff I shifted, laying across the bed and propping myself up with one elbow.

The wounds weren’t the only thing. Lash wasn’t a fool by any stretch - in fact, I could admire his cunning, albeit reluctantly. Keeping me alive was clearly an art he’d perfected. Just enough food so I wouldn’t die but couldn’t fight back. Just enough blood to let the worst of his afflictions on my body heal. The result was I’d lost weight. The tattered black sweats I was granted as some semblance of modesty hung dangerously low on my hips, the bones becoming more prominent every day.

Those days had felt impossibly long in the first week. And the second. Each moment of fight back, every snarled curse I’d tried to hurl at him… and for what? The Brothers weren’t coming. They didn’t know where I was. Fuck, they didn’t even know if I was alive. I’d been a nomad before arriving at the compound; me up and vanishing after being rejected by the only two lovers I’d taken probably looked like I’d hit the road. I couldn’t hold out for a rescue that wasn’t coming. And I couldn’t force Lash’s hand to end me either. I’d tried. And every time he’d just gotten more creative in his ways to make me regret it.

Staring at the page for a minute, I gave up trying to read the words and closed my eyes, letting out a sigh. Thinking of Crhis, or Qhuinn, didn’t hurt so much anymore. In the beginning thinking about them had been like a knife wound, another wound that Lash could poke at and hurt. While I hadn’t given them up to him - hadn’t forsaken the last morsels of my morality by betraying them to the demon, I had let whatever other feelings I had die.

There was only so much of me I could keep alive anyway.

‘Another time, another place, you could’ve been /my/ brother.’

My jaw locked at Lash’s voice in my head, at the memory of him sitting beside me to stare out the window as we sipped a beer. Together. It hurt more because some tiny, desperate part of me wanted it. Craved it. Any family I’d had had died long ago. I’d wandered the world alone. Lash musing about how nice it would’ve been to have a real partner, a real ally in the world, tore at some part of me I wanted to cut out and throw away. And yet I couldn’t forget it. I couldn’t forget the look on his face, the smile he’d flashed me that had been less malice and more amusement. The fact he’d clicked his bottle to mine, and left me alone that night.

The door burst in, but I didn’t flinch. Instead I opened my eyes and looked up, maintaining my spot on the bed as Lash strolled in, clearly irritated. Anxiety shot through my chest, even as I kept a cool facade. Any sign of weakness and he’d be on me, taking out his frustrations on my body, or in my body. Instead I adopted a drawl as he ripped off his jacket and flung it aside.

“S’matter? Brotherhood finally lift the lockdown and start breaking all your toys again?”

Lash: [The stifling wind ruffled the tails of my coat; even the hideyhole I’d concealed my presence in did little to buffer the weather. Add to that King Wrath, son of Wrath, sire of Wrath, had lifted lockdown protocol. Low growls and curses floated up as the Brotherhood wiped the alley with a half dozen new recruits.

Fucking fools. The only bene that would come from that was I didn’t need to mete out the only punishment they truly feared. Being sent back to the Omega. The Dehstroyer wasn’t among the bulk of the males below, the pack consisting of Tohrment, son of Hharm, Rhage, son of Tohrture and Zsadist, first born son of Aghony, blooded twin to the Primale Phury. Such a cast. The males below moved with astonishing efficiency, the entire encounter from the first sighting to the fading light of the last Lesser being sent back to the Omega lasted less than fifteen minutes.

Movement a block over caught my senses, my scattered molecules ghosted to materialize feet away from one of the last few Primes left in my army and held a hand up.]

Let the fuckers go for now. Meet back here at dusk and don’t fucking disappoint me of you’ll be that fucking purple dragon’s appetizer on your way to the Omega.

[On that snarl and string of curses I chose to ignore from the lead male, I ghosted back to the warehouse. I was pissed to say the very least, but the thought of the trainee still chained up waiting for me eased my mood only a little. The male proved worthy enough of keeping alive despite his efforts to try and force me to end him. While that had been my ultimate plan, he had earned a grudging piece of respect in that will of his just prior to his breaking.

Materializing back at the warehouse hadn’t done much to calm down the fury that still boiled beneath the surface of my thinly veiled control, the door slamming closed didn’t even elicit a jump from the trainee on the bed across the room. He’d learned early on that quick moves brought swifter interception. Throwing my jacket into a chair with a low growl, I pinned the male with a look that said I wasn’t in the mood to fuck with at the point of his words. Truthfully, yeah, the fuckers did. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.]

Matter of fact, it seems King Wrath set the whole bunch loose on my troops. And wiped the alley with them. Fucking pathetic wastes of skin.

[Pacing toward the work table, I picked up a long bladed knife when I paused, the thin metal honed sharper than a scalpel, glinting in the light.]

Six of them gone just like that. As fast as the Omega can crank them out, the fucking Brothers take them out. [Looking over my shoulder at the male, I could scent his anxiety, and a minute hint of fear. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the way he’d squirmed and screamed, begged for the life of others with his own in their place. But the now, I was the slightest disappointed. Just the slightest. Slowly setting the blade down and turning, with a firm grip on my spontaneous desire to hurt, I walked over to the cage and with a flick of a key, unlocked the door, letting it swing open.]

Grahve: The open door was a test in itself, and one I’d learned to pass. Rather than eye it like the gateway to freedom I knew it wasn’t, I instead closed the book, sat up and swung my legs off the side of the bed. There I remained, hands loose in my lap, until Lash indicated otherwise. Thankfully, there was no steel collar in his hand - but the night was young. I had to play my cards carefully.

“I could point out that that was the reason for this war, wasn’t it? Besides, the Brothers have had centuries to perfect the art of being a killer or a soldier,” I point out calmly, watching him. “Whereas you only had a few weeks of their lockdown to do it with your… troops.”

Word used very loosely there. Lash’s Lessers (say that five times fast) were about as capable as a headless chicken, with the upside for the chicken that it would at least smell good once it was cooked.

Finally tearing my gaze away from the male, I let my mind consider who, realistically, could pose a threat to the Brotherhood. Lessers gained strength by handing over their souls to the Omega, but if you didn’t know how to use strength, you were fucking useless, just really strong about it.

“There’s almost something to be said for narrowing the field of humans,” I muttered to myself, then realised I’d spoken aloud. Regret flared, immediate and sharp, but Lash’s eyes had narrowed on me now, clearly curious, and I couldn’t pull back. To do so would be to incite his wrath, and I’d barely healed enough from the last beating. Another round of torture and the demon spawn would be bringing another female in. I had to heal on my own, or someone would pay the price for me...

“Picking drug dealers and street thugs gives you pawns on a chessboard, but pawns are only good for one thing; sacrifice. You need Bishops. Rooks. Knights.”

I held off saying ‘Queen’. Cause barf. If it was true that Lash was hung up on having that Lassiter back here too, then I could just about picture that poor angelic fuck being some equivalent of a queen too. He had enough glitter and sparkles for it. I actually missed the shit…

“Why not take your sights higher?” I continue, every word tasting like bile in my mouth as I forced them out. “Imagine politicians, senators, businessmen. What was it they said about human CEO’s? Half of them are borderline psychopaths already? Imagine giving them power. Immortality. Then they give you money. Men. Or prison wardens,” I add, trying my hardest not to clench my hands into fists. “They can then refer more pawns. More options that aren’t just… cannon fodder.”

Scribe, forgive me. Please forgive me…

Lash: [Casually watching the male, I didn’t miss the fact that he’d learned well. He didn’t bolt as he had the first handful of times I’d left the door open, in fact, he waited properly. Like a good pet. That wasn’t all that caught my attention. The seed he’d planted made sense if I could cultivate it to my own needs.

Humans were needed for the Omega to turn into Lessers, that was a given. Generally, /any/ human would do. But those that had a propensity to more questionable morals, no family to speak of, were full of evil and vindictiveness, /those/ were the ones that made more desirable lessers. Less mess in the human world to deal with such as ‘missing person’ reports and human law enforcement poking their noses where it didn’t belong. Not that I had issues with dispatching my own clean up crews to deal, it was just more convenient.]

Prison wardens, huh. [If the crap spewed on TV even remotely portrayed that class of rat adequately, then I had a new solid lead on replenishing my troops. Tossing the male a slow grin and a nod, a flick of a few fingers, his cue that he was given permission to get up and move about freely, I turned and walked to the small refrigerator.

Being half Lesser didn’t mean I couldn’t eat, but I saw no need to withhold nourishment from my pet for a good idea. Keeping the small unit stocked still miffed the Lessers assigned to the duty, but no less derelict in their choices. Removing two bottles of beer and a plate that held a decent meal of meat and vegetables, I set one bottle and the plate on the makeshift table, the other I twisted the top off and downed a swallow. The male moved slowly, but I could see the hunger in his body, the way he moved. And it wasn’t just for food.

Facing facts, the male was going to have to have another feed soon. His clothing hung off him like tattered rags. If this idea of Grahve’s panned out, I’d reward him with something that was fitting for a male of his worth. Sending a Prime squad out for a female would be priority.]

So. Where’s the nearest human prison?

Grahve: Leaving the cage felt like I was a bird finally allowed to stretch my wings. It felt like breathing again after spending hours holding my breath. Shuffling over to the table, I sat before the meal and took my time taking up the fork, even as my stomach snarled. At Lash’s question I glanced sideways at the male, brutally aware of how he watched me.

“Upstate, I believe,” I answered automatically. Sure, I’d probably been the one vampire in the whole manse that had chosen to live among humans, but that didn’t mean I kept track of where they were incarcerated. Like, c’mon…

Taking several mouthfuls, I chewed slowly to savor it, hoping against hope that I wouldn’t see it again soon and could, in fact, digest something. When I felt the monster that’d been growling in my stomach was distracted enough by the morsels it could munch on, I grabbed the beer and took a long, generous swig.

Fuck me that was brilliant. Honestly, when you were living on scraps and from moment to moment, every single thing became so much more. One beer was god damn ambrosia.

“Having authority figures on your team within the system would mean they could notify you as inmates are going to be released, or even intervene on sentence lengths and commuting sentences if they want them out early,” I continue, pushing a bit of meat around with the fork then piercing it to put it to my lips.

The idea that Lash had essentially got me dinner and a drink like this was a date passed through my stupid and sarcastic brain, and I shoved it away. Besides, it wasn’t like I could say ‘no’ if Lash got me drunk and stuck his hand up my skirt. The male was going to take whatever he wanted from me. Just like he already had…

“The Brotherhood expects you to be in places like this,” I said instead, turning my head to watch him. “Imagine if you had a benefactor that could put you in a high rise? A condo? Somewhere the Brothers would never expect and letting you live the luxury life you deserve?”

Lash: Upstate. [I repeated, toying with the bottle as I watched the male intently consume his food. He had manners worthy of sitting at any table, even with his shabby clothes and scruffy beard growing in he still made quite a good looking piece. Yes, the male was definitely due a good feeding. Maybe this female would last longer than a few days before another was needed. It had been at least a week since the last one was brought in, fewer of the weaker sex were tracked alone between clubs and their homes. Time to step up the hunt for blood, and in that end a good fucking.

In the meantime, I was quite eager to work on this idea that Grahve had set to my mind.]

Sounds very lucrative, and highly promising. To hide right under the Brotherhood’s noses and they be none the wiser. So tell me. [Leaning forward, elbows on my knees and eyes fully on the male, I was cataloging every move he made from here until I was satisfied, and took another drink from my bottle.]

How do you know all this, how the human’s authority system works? How do I know you’re not just feeding me a few good sounding lines so I’ll send a squad on a wild chase that will end in a trap? [It occured to me that while the idea was definitely appealing, it also held the lurking questionable danger that the Brotherhood would be there, set up to ambush the squadron. If that held true, Grahve would be sent back to Wrath in pieces, each part gift wrapped and addressed to the children. Gifts from the glymera to their wellbeing.

But, in the chance that what the trainee was saying bore fruit, he would live longer, and maybe even be partially inducted as the once human Brian O’Neil. Either way, Grahve was mine to do with as I pleased.]

Grahve: The panic I had worked so hard to hide reared its head at Lash’s question; at the implication I was setting him or his minions up for an ass whooping. The fork clattered to the plate as my hand shook, and I clenched it into a fist to control the tremor. Somehow keeping my voice even, I spoke.

“I lived among humans. For over fifty years. I trained with their masters, their best. I know how they function, what they like.” I looked to Lash now, and I hated that he would see the fear in my eyes, but it was there, and I couldn’t stop it. “And I wouldn’t feed you anything. I have no contact with the Brotherhood now. How would they know? And why would I give you a reason to…”

I didn’t need to finish the sentence, because I was sure both of us were thinking of /exactly/ what Lash could do to me if I lied or deceived him. The fact I held out on giving up more information on the Brothers or Qhuinn and Crhis was no doubt a sore point he hoped to remedy as soon as I was physically able to withstand it and not die. In the meantime, he made a point of finding other ways, and he was creative.

In my younger, more naive years, I’d thought I could survive or withstand anything. I’d never be broken. I’d never surrender. I would /die/ before I became something I hated. Turns out pain is a great motivator for just about anything. Being broken by Lash… was never something I could have anticipated, and as each piece of my soul was sold to him, I realised I had no idea who I was, or what I could withstand.

Dropping my head in a bow, like a bad fucking dog, I closed my eyes.

“I have not lied. Did you smell a lie on me?” I whispered. “I will do as you ask.”

Lash: Good boy. [Grahve spoke the truth as he knew it; he neither smelled of lie or deceit, but I still needed to feel him out all the same. Even if his reaction was indicative of a lie, there was absolutely nothing I sensed that told me otherwise.]

I figured you would do as I asked. But I needed to be sure in asking, you understand. [Had I sensed a lie coming off the male, he’d have at least enjoyed his last First Meal.

The new building had a similar set up last the last persuasion center, the usual tables, benches and work spaces. And the remote skylight, with one little detail adjusted. I could will it open as easily as I could turn off lights with hardly a thought. Four deep set posts appeared only as stabilizing columns, that doubled as a four post rack. A body would be strung from all four corners by long cables just under the roof’s opening, which was angled to catch the first of the sun’s rays. And if the weatherman couldn’t get the forecast correct, large mirrors were erected in strategic spots around the main space in the event cloud cover was an issue. Just open the skylight, let the sun shine in, bounce a few beams around like a dancefloor party and, poof! Clean up would be a breeze.

Leaning back in my chair, fingers toying with the bottle in my hand, I gave more thought to the idea of hiding in plain sight. It would certainly help with bringing in females to feed the trainee, less distance to move them, and more opportunities to watch the Brotherhood, engage from a shorter distance with the males being none the wiser. And didn’t that give me a hard on. A chance to take those fuckers out was that much closer.]

Finish eating, you’re going to need your strength. [Tipping the bottle to my lips and taking a long drink, I watched the male’s reaction. Relief. Shock that I believed him. Wary that I didn’t beat him with his fork or fuck him into submission. Though the latter I’d do just for the sheer enjoyment.]

Grahve: My relief was short lived. The phrase ‘need your strength’ sapped at my will to live and any appetite I’d had left. But he wasn’t kidding. If I didn’t eat it now, it’d probably be pureed into a mix that could be put in an IV, threaded through my nose and down my throat. Ask me how I know. I dare you.

Forcing myself to take the last mouthfuls and chew slowly, savoring this moment before whatever hell had to come next, I finally swallowed and sat back. Reaching for what was left of the beer, I felt no measure of pride that my hand didn’t shake. It had in the beginning, but now it wasn’t courage or bravery that held me steadfast - it was the knowledge that nothing I did would change it, and there was no escaping it. What level was that in the stages of grief? Acceptance?

Downing the bottle, I put it beside the empty plate and rose from the chair, turning to face Lash and wait. His eyes ran over me, examining his last marks, looking for where to make new ones. When his eyes ghosted over the dangerously low waistline of the sweats, the jut of my hip bones, I knew he was considering me naked.

What did it mean when I could anticipate the look on his face with the kind of pain, humiliation or torture that would come next? I knew people that played cards had a tell, so maybe expert torturers did too.

“...what do you want, sunshine?” I asked tiredly, glancing down at myself. “What’s it gonna be today?”

Lash: What’s it to be, what’s my choice of the night… I think.. [Lustful eyes glanced over the male with dark interest, a deeper hunger of my own boiled under the surface, a near insatiable hunger that I’d not deny myself, just not yet. I’d branded this male in ways he never thought possible, each scar a visual reminder that I owned him, and with good behavior, he’d been guardedly rewarded.]

Why do you protect them? They haven’t come looking for you, I’d have eyes and ears all over Caldwell, yet not a peep from the Brotherhood. [The big burning question had yet to be answered, kudos to the trainee for keeping such a tight lid on the info.

That information I needed, it was vital in a way to hit the Brotherhood where it counted most: their hearts. Hit the heart and weaken it, then the rest was easy pickings. And what better way to shred a male’s heart than to target the one person, or persons as in the case of Wrath, his shellan and his only heir, that said male would give his life to protect at all costs. Take loved ones out of the equation and everything else crumbled. Just look at what my little shopping trip with the Queen brought on. And that was just a test.

Two fingers gripping the neck of the bottle tipped it to my lips, the less-than ice cold amber liquid sliding down my throat without a taste, eyes never leaving the male in front of me.]

You chose me that night when you sought to ease your wounded heart, not one of them. So why not choose me now?

Grahve: I felt my lips part in stunned surprise. Of all the questions, all the interrogations, I’d never expected that. Choose Lash?

My gaze slid away from him, like I could hide the myriad of emotions running through me, but it was one of the few defense mechanisms I had left. His observation that the Brotherhood hadn’t looked for me, hadn’t cared enough to try and find me, struck at my core. I thought of Crhis, of standing beside him in battle and lying beneath him on a bed. I thought of Qhuinn, dropping down in an alley after I’d dispatched Lessers and bringing me into the Brotherhood, kissing me. I thought of every Brother, of Doc Jane and hell, even fucking Murhder, and it /hurt/. A chasm opened up in my chest where I’d put those new feelings, those new loves and admirations and friendships, and it ached.

They hadn’t looked for me. Had they even cared? Could Lash ever replace that? Ever fill the void that existed now that I’d known those emotions?

Clenching my jaw, I closed my eyes.

“I chose Ahrmour. I chose a male that was a flirt and kind and… and not a fucking demon,” I managed, drawing a ragged breath in through my nose. “I was looking for someone that wasn’t going to hurt me…” I actually let out a snort, my laugh bitter. “Look how fucking well that worked out for me…”

Lash: [Here it came. The tide of emotions the male carried with him made him sway in his shackles. In a lightning quick move with no warning, I stood and pulled the male against me, caging his thin frame in my arms. Hindbrain said he was dangerously thin, I felt his bones jutting from under his skin as I pressed him to me. Keeping him weak was beneficial for the both of us; he wasn’t strong enough to fight his way free, and that in turn kept him alive.]

Contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t born this way. [Nor did I have a choice with what the Omega turned me into. It didn’t matter to me one way or the other when it occurred, I was just as eager to put a blade in Qhuinn’s chest now as he did to me back then. All for a damn joke that mute John Mathew took too fucking seriously. Qhuinn was the one who needed putting down, even the glymera had failed at that attempt.

The cyclone of emotions Grahve kept locked down lurked under the surface, his grunt of surprise and tensing muscles gleaned of fear and wariness, filling my nose with their telltale scents.]

Grahve: I didn’t fight the lock of Lash’s embrace; it was the only warmth I knew anymore. There was nothing cruel or painful in it either, other than the fact it wasn’t who I wished was holding me. I stood in the brace of his arms and felt my body lean into him, against him, some pathetic part of me grateful for the support.

It was true - he hadn’t been born the way he was now. He’d been broken and shaped, same as any weapon, as any tool. A part of me sympathized with that. When forged in fire and blood most things ended up lethal and dangerous. But there was always choice.

“And if I say no… again…” I whispered, dropping my forehead until it rested on the curve of his shoulder, “will you hurt me… again? You’re making your choices… and I made mine…”

I’d chosen the Brotherhood. I’d chosen to fight for the race and protect people. Even if I couldn’t do that anymore, even if I was helpless to do nothing else but suffer and die, I could hold on to that. To the idea.

“What do you want from me, Lash?”

Lash: [No verbal answer would satisfy either of us, and as it was in the moment, my desire to hurt and kill was admonishingly overwhelmed by another more basic need. Lips brushed the column of his neck from ear to base, hands spreading fingers wide to devour a meal of touch that was wasn't full of fight. Yet.

Shifting gears and turning the pair of us to back step by step until the the male was within inches of the bed he'd been given; Grahve knew better than to resist, though I'd have had no problem had he been unwilling. Hands tore at his pants, my fangs, teeth and lips now scraping along the male's flesh as the growing scent of arousal thickened the air.]

Grahve: His lips were gentle. His hands were gentle. And far be it for me to complain when I knew what the alternative was. I could resist all I liked, but it wouldn’t change anything other than how broken I’d feel after. Maybe, just maybe, I could pretend the fangs grazing my skin belonged to Ahrmour, the bright eyed, sassy male I’d met at that bar. Maybe then I wouldn’t hate myself for the way my body reacted, the way a part of me yearned for something as simple as a kind caress.

As the pants were ripped away to leave me bare, and with the bed behind me, I lifted my head to look at Ahrmour. He was all energy and arousal and need, and I let myself be swept away in that as my hands stroked up under his shirt, shackles clinking as I ran them across the smooth, taut flesh. I kissed him if he wanted to be kissed, I touched him only when he wanted to be touched.

I could feel my body growing hard with every kiss, every lick and nip of his fangs. My own fangs slid down as I groaned softly, half dropping back onto the bed and staring up at him, waiting.

Lash: [Fangs long and throbbing with hunger, I glanced down at the display before me: male worthy of feasting on spread below, ready, nacht, /willing/ to bed a viper. Willing the cage door closed and the thick shackles unlocked, the metal sheaths dropping with a thick metal-to-concrete sound to leave the male completely unencumbered, the tingle of the male’s touch still echoing through my every nerve. The immediate image of the male laying out under me, those dark eyes of his filled with utter devotion of free will, however grudgingly, with a collar of shiny steel filled my mind. And made me harder than I’d been since juicing up on Angel blood.

I could see this male, in a haze of a possible future moment, fighting beside me against the Brotherhood. The same males that, ironically, did not come looking for one of their own. Gripping Gravhe’s thighs and pulling him to the edge of the bed, I lent over him and took his mouth in a heated, messy lip lock as my hands pushed his thighs up and wide. The tip of my hard cock brushed against the underside of his, probing along his rim as I caged the male under me, my hips shunting for a brief moment until finding home and sinking balls deep.

Fangs dig into his lip and tongue as my hips pounded hard into his. I could keep this male, bring him into the fold and use his years of experience among the humans to my advantage in destroying the Brotherhood. My hand slid between us to wrap around his cock, tugging in strokes designed to bring the male as much pleasure as did the idea I could make him fully mine.]

Grahve: The shackles clicked and fell away, the last article of ‘clothing’ I’d been wearing gone to leave me totally bare for the male above. I barely noticed the cage door close behind him, too intent on the feel of his hands as he seized my hips to pull me forward. The kiss was hot and wet, and I battled his tongue with my own even as his cock pressed against me, then into me.

I gasped into his mouth at the intrusion, the hardness of him and the sudden stretch and tear of my body. There was a twinge of pain, then the wash of pleasure as he moved. The relief that ran through me was almost as sweet; the proof that this wasn’t about torture or hurt in the stroke of his hands, the lick of his tongue.

This was a reward, my mind supplied, my eyes locking with Ahrmour’s as he moved inside me, the head of his cock brushing against that bundle of nerves and making me gasp, moan. Without shackles my hands moved to clutch at his back, my nails half biting into the strong wings of his shoulder blades as he rode me harder, faster.

There was another kiss and I tasted blood, his fang nicking my lip. The smell only seemed to heighten the moment, my own length impossibly hard in his hand as he pumped me in time with every thrust. I whimpered as the pressure inside me built toward a crescendo, some pathetic, miserable part of me /grateful/ for the pleasure if it meant there was no pain.

Lash: [The look of adoration, the sounds the male was making under me, was a boost to my ego after the failed night out hunting the Brotherhood. Taking the male, as I often felt the need to, was something I saved for. Other captives that had been housed herein, I had no desire to fuck. Fuck /with/ and torture, yes. But getting this male to bend and break had been easier than I thought, and with the intel he provided earlier, it would make keeping him alive and healthy a benefit I needed to keep.

Breaking from his mouth, my fangs drug a path down the column of his throat, each pounding thrust into the male’s ass cementing my growing plan. The lingering taste of his blood and the raking of his nails down my back fueled everything right now; the need to make him cum, the need to mark him inside and out with bites and my own scent, the need to keep him mine and keep him willingly obeying me was driving every move. Growling darkly, my hand kept steady pace with each impaling punch of my hips, urging the male to come undone beneath me.

Not something I was used to commanding of others, the mental grasp that this male needed the release tickled the knowledge that it would serve to increase the pliability of his willingness. And lock his devotion to me.]

Cum for me, Grahve. [Words purred in a panting growl as I worked the male, my own balls burning and aching from being unaccustomed to holding back and filling my spine with a raw tingling sensation I’d not felt since my transition.]

Grahve: My back bowed off the bed as one hard thrust pushed me closer to the edge, a starburst of pleasure going off that filled me up and had me panting, moaning. This pleasure was so much more exquisite with the knowledge it could have easily been pain, and having known great agony now, great suffering, it seemed fair that this was ecstasy.

As my nails dragged at him, my fingers clutching for purchase, his words penetrated the haze. Ahrmour had given me permission, wanted my release. I looked up into his eyes and saw no guile, no lie, only need. The need to see me satisfied and satiated. The desire for ‘me’.

I stopped holding on, relaxing those last muscles that had clung to self control and kept me from teetering into a climax. Which came with his next thrust, the head of his cock nailing my prostate and launching me into another fucking world.

I cried out, back arching, cock throbbing as thick, hot spurts of cum released over his hand onto my stomach. My body clenched around him, my vision fading as I rode the wave into a bliss I rarely knew any more.

Lash: [The heat of his release, the pulsing jerk of his cock in my hand as he spilled his cum triggered my own barely held-back orgasm. The pace I’d maintained became furious and raw with primal need, the bone jarring slap of skin on skin echoing only slightly louder than the groans, grunts, and the growled curses that colored the air added to the scent of my marking Grahve.

A final driving thrust in, my head tipped back with a roar and my balls released, coating the male deep with my scent. It didn’t matter that I’d not “bonded” with him, he’d smell like me regardless of that ancient act. Chest heaving with each breath, my body oddly trembling with postcoital aftershocks and the occasional hip jerk as the waning waves of pleasure rocked through me. I dropped low to cage the body under me and brushed a faint whisper of a kiss to the male’s mouth and grinned breathlessly.]

I want you to fight by my side.

Grahve: Ahrmour’s release filled me, his body hunched over mine as he slowed and finally stilled inside me. Every breath was a shallow pant as the high faded, my hands lightly stroking at his back in an absent fashion - a small affection that didn’t seem out of place in the moment. The brush of his lips to mine earned a faint smile, my eyes half closed as I basked in the afterglow.

‘Fight by my side…’

The words took a second to register, and my eyes opened fully as they did. I stared up at him, at Ahrmour, only… it wasn’t Ahrmour. And despite the fading glow of the orgasm colouring my view of this tiny caged world, it wasn’t the only other lovers I’d taken since coming here either. It wasn’t Qhuinn and his quick smile, his dual coloured eyes. It wasn’t Crhis and his protectiveness, his sarcasm and humour.

It was Lash. Lash, who’d do anything to hurt them. To end them. Lash, who had ripped away parts of me that were beyond redemption or salvation. Lash, who hurt me just as often if not more than he cared for me. And while I wanted to believe the look in his eyes, the idea that I could stand at his side and never feel his wrath again, I knew it to be a lie.

‘Better to be the right hand of the devil than in his path’? Sure, but that was only if you weren’t leaving others to be consumed in that fiery path as well.

I shocked myself with the fact I wanted to want him. I wanted to help him. But I couldn’t help him hurt them. As much of me was shaped by them as it now was by him.

“I’m sorry…” I whispered, and a part of me truly meant it. “But I would rather see myself dead than betray Qhuinn or the others to the fate you have consigned to them.”

Lash: [Grahve’s words sliced through the miazma I’d allowed in so short a time to fill my desire to destroy the Brotherhood, pissing me off instantly. All that had happened in the last few hours faded, all the gratitude I’d felt, the twinges of all the ‘feel-good’ vibes? Vanished in less than a heartbeat.

A deadly growl replaced my gorged, sated state as I gripped the male’s face with both hands, fangs bared in lethal rage, smoky gray eyes locked on his, the trainee’s widened with shock.]

You will be sorry, sorry you can’t watch those you love die by my hand one by one! And to think I had great plans for you...

[The gall this male had to deny what only I could offer him, just to ‘save’ those who couldn’t be put off enough to even organize a search party for the trainee. No skin off my nose, as it were. But for the male below me to flaunt it after all this time? How stupid.

Hand shaking, I ignored the male’s gasp of surprise as the thick musk of his fear perfumed the air, his body beginning to jerk under me as he grabbed my wrists. Nails dug into my flesh the harder I squeezed but I neither felt it nor would I let go had I the inkling. No. This male didn’t want to watch me take down the Brotherhood?

His screams mixed with the scents of sex, blood pungent fear, the skin giving way to the tender tissues underneath the hard pressure of my thumbs. Another idea formed, and my sadistic side took over.]

You don’t want to watch? [The shriek of pain and flailing of the male under me scored points as his eyes bulged, bloodied and messy down the side of his face. Laughter scorched the air as I leaned back, plucking both eyeballs out with a sucking, flesh-tearing sound.]

Now you don’t have to.

#BondedBrothers #BlindedByTheDark

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mary-luce · 5 years

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Family Problems Part 9

Rhage: *Walking with my Mary as we make our way down to the clinic to see my son, Leethall. I look at her expression. I can tell she is very nervous. After my talk with him, I just hope he doesn't blame her. She is the most kind and compassionate female I have ever known.* Are you ready Mary? *As we make our way to the door that separates us from our son.* @MaryLuce_BDB

Mary: *I hear his question and yet I’m not sure. Am I ready? This is huge. I mean … this male … will technically be my step son? I wonder if he’s older than me? I shake my head laughing out loud. Of all the things to be worried about.

He may hate the fact that I’m human if anything. There was still prejudice out there … although why it didn’t make sense since Wrath was the very last purebred on earth. I wonder if he really was … Regardless, most family lines were slightly “diluted” of human blood … but still. I was just a human mated to a Warrior no less. Taking a deep breath and straightening my shoulder back.*

Ready as I’ll ever be. @Leethall_SASBDB

Leethall: Leethall was pacing around the hospital room he was still being trapped in, dragging an IV around with him. The room was still trashed and several of the machines had deep dents from his fists and feet making a literal impact on them. Thoughts were swirling around in his head as the minutes passed by and it annoyed him. He wanted to get away. Just leave and never return if he had his way. Forget that any of this ever happened. But it was unlikely he could do that. Now knowing for sure who his father was, the Brotherhood was unlikely to just let him leave and be on his own. Annoying as that was, he’d have to run with it for the time being at least until he could find some way to get out and return to his own safehouse, and then maybe even further away from Caldwell. He let out a sigh and plopped back down on the gurney. He was still somewhat sweaty from his workout and the clothing he was wearing sagged on his body. Clearly the Brothers were bigger than he was, contributing to the reasons Leethall rather wouldn’t want to get into a fight with them. He didn’t have that much of a deathwish. @Rhage_SASBDB

Rhage: *Standing at the door with my Mary hand in hand, I bring her hand to my lips and kiss them tenderly as I reach for the door and turn the knob and open it up to get the full view of Leethall laying on his gurney. I look around the room and see the disaster he's made of his room. The look on his face made me start to second guess bringing Mary down here to this mess. I look at him sternly.*

What have you done Leethall? Why destroy the equipment, for one, that is not yours? Two, Vishous is going to have a conniption with it, let alone Manny.

*Looking over at Mary and seeing her expression about the mess he’s made. I’m kinda nervous about her meeting him.* Are you alright my Mary? @MaryLuce_BDB

Mary: *Cleary Leethall was pissed about something. A mess, like the room in front of me, was nothing I haven’t seen before when the Brothers get angry or upset. I remembered the billiards room a few years back where @FathersofWrath went on a rampage until Lassiter blew a blow dart to sedate him when he found that Beth had moved to #SafePlace.*

I’m fine. *Turning to Leethall. Are you alright?* I asked, knowing he must be feeling pain, whether it was physical or mental … that was yet to be determined.* @Leethall_SASBDB

Leethall: Hearing the knob turn, Leethall looked towards the door, already letting a growl out. He already knew whoever had come to see him, was not one he wanted to see. Then again, while he was at the Brotherhood hideout, that was more or less a guarantee. Seeing his biological father stepped in, didn’t surprise the young male. What did surprise was the fact his maternal motherfucker, pun intended, had brought someone with him. A female he seemed to deem very closely. It had to be his mate, it just had to be. Hearing Rhage tell him off for working the machines like you did in the old days wasn’t exactly helping on his already rotten mood. Firth they cooped him up like an animal, stuffed his biological father and his bonding bullshit in his face and now they were getting sensitive about him acting out?! Hell. Fucking. No.

“I’ll take whatever punishment they find adequate, hoping it’ll be kicking me out or slitting my throat”, he said, though now the female was in the room, he let his growling die out. He looked towards the female and cocked his head, confused at her worried words.

“Please … don’t concern yourself with me. It’s a waste of energy I’m sure you need to deal with him”, he said nodding towards Rhage. “Besides, whatever happens to me beyond right now, I’ll handle it, one way or another.” @Rhage_SASBDB

Rhage: *Listening to everything that Leethall had just said to Mary, I growl and tell him.* You can be respectful and stop acting like a spoiled young. Yes, you were dealt a shit hand in life but you can just suck it up and act like a young male and be respectful. *I stare down at him like a father would.* I apologize, Mary. He should act more appropriate. You don’t need this from a adult that is acting like a spoiled young. *I turn around to guide her out.* @MaryLuce_BDB

Mary: *Knowing that this is new to everyone, I pulled from Rhage’s embrace and turned to his son.*

Look, none of us had any idea you existed. Least of all Rhage. He’s been dealing with guilt over me for months. Of all things to learn now, at this moment … that he has a son? It’s truly a blessing.

I know growing up without a dad must have been hard. Hell. Growing up in your world is hard. I may be only human … but what I have learned during my illnesses is life's too short. Even for a vampire.

*I was grasping at straws I knew. But this situation is what Rhage needed. We both knew I couldn’t have children but he could still have a legacy.* @Leethall_SASBDB

Leethall: Leethall braced himself as he was told off, expecting nothing less at the point. He arched a brow when the female chimed in with more, stating things straight out of a fortune cookie. He turned his head and looked to her, his face as cold as ever.

“I’m way past the whole abandonment in terms of myself. Dealt with that a long time ago. It’s what happened with my mahmen, I’ll never forgive him for. Sure, he assisted her in her needing but knowing now he’s the rumoured ladies man within the Brotherhood ... How can anyone expect me to trivialize her pain and suffering, just because he wants to be a father now? Forget that she cried in her sleep when she dreamed of him and forget the shame put on her by society?“

He got up from the gurney and walked to Mary, nodding to her and keeping a distance so Rhage would know he had no intention of hurting her. “I don’t care what happens to me, not in the slightest. I don’t hate him because he wasn’t there for me. I hate him because of the pain he caused my mahmen.”

He looked up at Rhage. “So by all means, leave. And of the two of us, you’re the spoiled one, expecting me to be all sunshine and rainbows because you want to bond.” @Rhage_SASBDB

Rhage: *Looking at Leethall as he speaks to my Mary.* Ok, that’s enough of your disrespect to my Shellen. *I walk over to Leethall pull his IV out and tape it up. There now you’ll just need to meet with V to see how much work it’ll cost to work all this damage off. Vishous was keeping you long enough so we could talk and you can meet my Mary.

*Running my hand though my hair not knowing what else I can say to him.* I did NOT abandon you mahmen. I tried to find her but they would not let me because I joined the Brotherhood. What else could I do?! I could NOT find her. What can I do to help you with this? I want a relationship with my son. I’m sorry I cannot help that. My past is my past I’m no longer a ladies man as you put it.

The ladies man was to help control my curse. *Turning away from him, I lifted my wife beater showing him the tattoo on my back making him aware with the dragon moving on my back looking at Leethall as I cover him back up.* So I will leave you alone to take all this in. *Looking over at Mary.* Unless you have something else you want to say Leelan. @MaryLuce_BDB

Mary: *I could see his disbelief and doubt in his face and remembered my reaction.*

Actually, why don’t you go and start a bath? *I turned to my hellren. Wanting to speak to Leethall alone … just for a few more minutes. I could see the anxiousness in his face leaving me alone with a male but I could see his reasoning with all the different scenarios and came to the same conclusion as I did. He needed to show his son that he trusted him … with me. Especially as a human … he could kill me in a hundreds of different ways and in an instant before I could even cry out for help. This would be monumental leaving me alone with him knowing his animosity was only growing.*

Please, baby. I’ll only be a few minutes. Go. *He exhaled in a long breath and was resigned and nodded. He took my head into his large hands and looked into my eyes, I could see the unease in his cerulean blue eyes darkened with worry. He came towards me so sweetly and kissed me and immediately turned and exited the room as if trying to fortify himself against so many different scenarios. As the door close, I turned back to Leetall and started to right the room a bit as I gathered my thoughts and began elaborate on his story.*

About two centuries ago … Rhage pissed off the Scribe Virgin, so she cursed him. Gave him two hundred years of hell. Anytime he gets too worked up, the beast would emerge. Pain can set it off. Anger. Physical frustration … hence the sordid nickname. If he didn’t regulate his energy or moods … You have to understand the beast didn’t seem to know friend from foe and one of his biggest fears was hurting on of his Brothers.

*I stacked the gauze bandages back on the rolling cart and I braced myself to tell him my background as well. Breathing in through the pain of remembering that dark time, I braced myself by looking at the lamp light above in the ceiling to gather my thoughts and then continued organizing the supplies back into new places on the counter for V and Manny to re-organize later when they came back.*

I won’t bore you with all the details about me … but I was thirty-one when the cancer came back. You would think battling cancer the first time was enough of a trial … but a second time? What's worse? I remembered what it was like to watch my own mother pass away with muscular dystrophy. So with my family history, the leukemia coming back and haunting my life /again/ has a way to evaluating your life and at first I could only lash out and tell Rhage that it was better for me to go at this alone. I mean can you imagine? Watching someone you love wither away when you can do absolutely nothing?

I’m not telling you this to feel sorry for me or anything. What I wanted to explain is that your father … stood by me anyway. Even though he knew I would not live but a few months … he stayed. And then … your father went to the Scribe Virgin and in exchange for saving my life … he would have to suffer the rest of his life with the beast and my memories would be taken from me. I was supposed to live a normal human life without him but he would remember everything. Yin and yang, she said to him. His life, metaphorically, for mine. For a bonded male? You understand.

But when she came to me and offered me life … instead the Scribe Virgin granted us a miracle after learning that I could not bear children due to the ravages the chemotherapy. I came home all excited that I was cured, but when I found Rhage he was naked and kneeling in a trance on some kind of black slab. He had white binds around his neck and wrists and blood, so much blood was seeping into the carpet. He looked as if he aged decades since the few days prior.

*I shook my head of the images of those days and after tidying a bit the room was a good as it could be without someone taking the damaged equipment out and repairing the walls. I started to pile what I could in the countertops as I continued.*

Anyways, what I’m trying to say is … don’t judge a book by its cover … not even the reviews. Learn for yourself what kind of male your father is … if he tried to find your mahmen, take it from me. He tried. Everyone … deserves the benefit of a doubt, especially him. I made the same mistake once, turning away from him when I thought it was best and I was wrong. Give him a chance. *I finally took a deep breath and turned to face him to see if I could read his reactions.* @Leethall_SASBDB

Leethall: Leethall arched a brow when Rhage revealed his back to him, his tattoo moving on its own accord. “Cursed? So that’s why you’re nicknamed The Beast?”, he asked, though he was not surprised at the lack of response he got.

He was surprised when the female asked to be left alone with him, and even more surprised at the fact Rhage listened to her and left them alone. He plopped back down on the gurney and watched her as she spoke and cleaned up after him.

“That’s quite the story, but he did right by you, and mourned you as a male of worth should”, he said and crossed his arms. “I’ll give him that much credit, and he seems to be treating you as a female should be treated, so again, I cannot fault him for that”, he said and rubbed his forehead. “Fucking hell, female. For a human, you have an ability to push buttons without setting off tempers. Frustrating as fuck”, he said and looked to Mary. “And very admirable. I think I get why he bonded with you”.

He stood up and looked to Mary, a serious look on his face. “Tell me something. How does the Brotherhood view females these days? How highly prioritized are the females bonded with Brothers?”, he asked with his brows furrowed. @Rhage_SASBDB

Rhage: *I couldn’t believe I just left her with that kid. I fly up the stairs and straight to our suite, I paced the floor fast back and forth. If I walk faster I would probably burn a hole in the floor.

What was I thinking? What is she thinking? If that kid says or does one thing to her I would have to ... could I? Could I hurt my own blood? My Mary has a way with people. She may be human but she can put a tongue lashing with the best of them.

What would I do if he never forgives me? I was there with his mahmen I should have never left her. But the Brotherhood needed me. Just like my father before me. I sit on our bed and drop my head in my hands and heart aches for the pain of Leethall’s mahmen and for my Mary. @MaryLuce_BDB

Mary: The Brotherhood is something I never experienced before if I’m being honest. I was an only child with an ailing mother. But ever since I’ve been here, they’re like over protective big Brothers.

*I thought about the first time I saw the Beast when I went back to my cottage and lessers appeared out of nowhere. The bright flash of light and then a ginormous purple dragon appeared as if out of thin air. I recalled how Vishous and Zsadist both tried to coax me to their sides or draw its attention towards them so I would be of danger, but I knew it was Rhage inside the Beast. Then hearing the silent crickets as they stood around us gobsmacked when the Beast laid down so I could pet him like a dog.*

They would give their life to one another and protect what they deem as family. The females of the house are revered if I had to describe it. In regards to bonded Brothers … there is nothing more dangerous. Well, unless your a pregnant female. I remember Layla one time … I really thought she might have almost could have clawed at Phury had he not stepped back in time.

*I chuckled as I remember those moments. I loved my family. I really did.* I would stake my life … Rhage would have gone back for your mahmen. He would have taken care of her. I know it in my heart. He’s a worthy male. @Leethall_SASBDB

Leethall: Leethall listened and nodded as Mary spoke, unable to really dismiss anything she was saying. He observed her as she spoke, listening to her heart-rate and looking to her face, concluding she was being not only truthful, but speaking from the heart. He almost collapsed onto the gurney and placed a hand on his forehead, massaging his temples a bit. The mix of personal memories with what she truly believed was odd to him, but in a way that reminded him of his mahmen. She had always spoken like that as well.

“Christ female … “, he said and heaved a long deep sigh. “Once I’m no longer in forced care, I’ll need a drink or 50 to process all this”, he said and shook his head. “Look … based on what you said, I’ll work with him on … well fuck if I know what to work on … but it’ll take time and if you would not mind … Could you be there? I’d rather not send him back to you with a fat lip or a black eye,” he said with a smirk. “Now … I think you should head back to him before he gets too worried. I’m sure as a bonded male, he hates you being alone with me, knowing my disdain for him, not that I would ever drag a female into shit like this.” @MaryLuce_BDB

Mary: *I nodded.* I know life was tough for you and your mahmen, you’ll find that you will not be alone. We have a big family and you’re family now … and not because of your blood alone. The females of the family wouldn't have it any other way. It’s hard to say no to the household’s females when we get our mind on something.

*I smile and wave again to Leethall and leave him to his thoughts and disaster. I’m pretty sure V and Manny will understand. I went through the PT Suite, through the classroom door and into the underground hallway to the main house. Once, I arrive, I briefly looked into the kitchen to see if my hellren was binge eating. Not finding him, I went up the stairs to our mated chambers and hope he was alright and not making his own destructive disaster to match his son.* @Rhage_SASBDB

Rhage: *Pacing the floor trying not to pull my hair out, worrying about my Mary. I know as a male of worth he would not hurt a female and he is a male of worth. Just he is so blinded by hate right now and it kills me that the hate is toward me. Will he ever understand that I tried. I tried to find his mahmen?

Running my hand through my hair, where is my Mary? I didn’t know she’d be gone this long. As I make my way to our door I ask myself. Should I go back down there? As I open the door. There she is my lovely Leelan. I take her in my arms and hold her tight.* Are you ok? How did it go? What did he say? *I release her an and wipe my hand down my face.* I’m sorry I know I’m throwing all these questions to you at once. I was just worried. *I take her over to the chase lounge, and pull her into my lap and kiss her temple.* How are you Leelan? @MaryLuce_BDB

Mary: *As he hugs me in his arms I can feel his anxiety as his body shakes. I don’t even think he was aware of it and before I could even answer his first question, he had me in his lap. I laugh to myself when I forget how easily it is for him to move me around like I’m a tiny doll. Endearing and sweet. I place my hand over his chest to calm him as I found out in the past works well in situations where he gets agitated.*

I’m fine. It went fine. He said a lot of things. Again I’m fine. *Answering all his questions in short reply. I thought briefly about what I should say … though technically Leethall and I were not in patient/client privilege setting … I felt the need to keep his words private between the two us and prayed he get to tell his father himself.*

You have nothing to worry about, he’s a great kid. Who’s older than me. *I laugh at the fact that he’s actually a few hundred years older. I wonder if this is finally my normal.* Anyways, I think you should just slow down and have him come to you. He’s out of sorts right now. I mean think about it. If you just found your dad after all this time … and with everything that he had to deal with growing up? He just needs time to adjust and get used to the idea. Being here at the Manse is hard enough … I think the knowledge that you exist just compounded it times like ten.

*I leaned my head against his shoulder and breathed in his scent and relaxed.* I’m glad you found him. You son. You have family. *Something I couldn’t give you. I hope my voice hadn’t sounded as broken as it did in my head.* @Rhage_SASBDB

Rhage: *Kissing her again and holding her face.* I’ve always had family. You, Leelan, you are my family too. *Kissing her again and holding her close to my chest so she can hear my steady heart beat.* @Leethall_SASBDB

Leethall: Leethall fell back onto the gurney and stared up at the ceiling, as he had done many times before. So clean it white, it was almost blinding. Bit like how Mary’s aura was to him, not that he could actually see that sort of shit. But she emitted that sort of white calming energy that he had only really ever heard of, but never experienced. At least until today. He would definitely need her around if he was to ever try and have some sort of relationship with his father.

Leethal tasted the word, as he mouthed it silently. Father … Fuck, this was not only unexpected but a load of shit on his shoulders. Not appreciated, fuck you very much. Though, maybe it wasn’t that bad a thing? If anything, as long as he was allowed to leave alive, and some sort of visitation could be set up … Right, no reason to make this even weirder than it had to be! For now he’d just have to sort of go with the flow, soak his brain in alcohol and then deal with all of this. At least for now, he had promised Mary he’d give the father-song thing a try. If things didn’t work out, he’d hopefully be able to just walk away with at least some limbs attached and partially functioning.

#FamilyProblems #PartNine #SaintsNSinners #BDB #SASBDB

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hardassexcop · 6 years

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@Vishous_SASBDB @HardAssExCop Battle

Butch:

Coming out of the bedroom, leathers on and a muscle shirt on. Tonight was a night of fighting with my old pal V. Marissa had already set off for the Safe Place. All I needed to do was wait for V. Christ I thought Marissa took her time to get ready but this was taking the piss “V are you ready?” I was itching for a fight. Being out of the field due to Marissa going into her needing had left me on the edge but now I was going to get back out. Yippee

*In my room getting my shit together, throwing my shitkickers on listening to Cop complain about me taking my time* Chill out Brother I’ll be ready when I am. *Working on my goal to find this female that is haunting my visions is taking its toll on me. And then having to crash in the manse with Marissa’s needing killed my vibe with having access to my equipment. Walking out the door to meet Butch in the hall in front of my door* Brother I’m ready but having to bring everything back from the manse my shit is scattered since your female when into her needing. Let’s go.@HardAssExCop

Butch:

“Next time she has a needing I’ll make sure the thing speed dials me, feel me?” As V passed me I pulled a face behind his head. “You know I'm itching to go out. Hope we find us some Lessers to kill this itch I have” Walking out of the vestibule door and out into the courtyard “Who's driving?” V got into the driver's seat. Well that answered my question. Getting into the passenger seat I looked at V. Man he looked strung up. “You alright over there?” V started the engine and we were on the lane that led to Route 22.

*Getting in the driver seat I look over at Cop* I’m fine and I know you have the itch so do I. It’s always the same shit different day. *tomorrow night I’m off rotation so I’ll head to the penthouse and since the Angel is helping me with answers maybe I can find her.* So what route we going to tonight I’m sure Screamers will have some action? *I think I nice black bloody kill will help this itch Cop and I both have.*@HardAssExCop

Butch:

“Yeah Screamers will do” Sitting in silence as V drove us down into Caldwell. Before long he parked illegally outside Screamers, getting out I feel a pull. I tilted my head to one side. The pull was evil, the scar on my side was coming alive, the evil inside of me stirred. I began to walk in the direction away from the clubs, my side becoming a tuning fork, the scar vibrated more the nearer I got. Looking round to see if V was still with me, he was “three straight ahead”

*knowing cop has a direct line to the lessers I follow knowing he was headed straight for them I grab my glock from the holster and have it ready* I see brother *with a smirk I head to the left of them taking a direct aim for them. Watching Cop go toward the right. As I fire my first shot I see them scatter in the chaos I lose sight of Cop chasing after the first one I see drop him and pull my dagger as I send him back to the omega. Then I get up and go look for Butch.*@HardAssExCop

Butch:

V went off after two of the undead bastards, I followed the one that broke away. I ran after the straggler, closing in on him. Grabbing the back of the the thing’s head I rammed its head onto the asphalt. Turning the thing onto its back I straddled the undead, we both locked gazes, I naturally opened my mouth and inhaled. The Lesser’s essence was sucked into my mouth like I was some vacuum cleaner, once I had it all the Lesser poofed into dust. Rolling onto my side I began to dry heave.

*As I round the corner I see B on the ground getting sick he must have hoovered one of those bastards,* Cop, how many did you take in *he only gets this way when he takes the essence in his body. And it effects him the way the beast effects Rhage.* Brother we need to get you up *I pull off my glove and let my glowing had take care of him the only way I know how* There we go brother let it go.@HardAssExCop

Butch:

Holding one finger up, I felt a warm sensation around my torso, it's was V’s deadly hand. Buy it was easing me, and not like that you dirty fuckers. I felt the evil being taken out of my body. My breathing became more even but that pull once returned but this one was stronger “Fuck there's a lot. The one that got away must of called back up. Make them immobile and leave the rest to me, true?” Getting up I took the black blade from my holster “Let's rock and roll V”

*looking at Butch seeing his color come back, I look up as he says there’s alot and damn the chicken shit lesser found some friends.* You sure your up for it Brother? There is alot of black shit ahead. *with the nod I see I pull my glock and start firing taking out the most that I can and seeing them drop like flies I see Butch start to take them out. One gets behind me and tries to take a chunk out of my back I feel the blade go in as I point my gun behind me and take him down. I feel my blood start to run down my side but I have no time to act like a puss out and whine about it. I call out to Butch and point out the pussy who tried to stab me from behind.*@HardAssExCop

Butch:

As soon as the Lessers drop down one by one I get to work inhaling and vaporizing the bastards. One stabbed V in the back, I ran to my friend seeing he was alright and then took the lesser out. There was a shift in my gut. The evil was stirring inside of me. It ran through my veins up to my brain. My eyes change, going from hazel to a dull pale grey. My fangs drop. I look at V, I knew he was my friend but the evil was telling me he was my enemy. Conflict, there was so much conflict. Which side was going to be victorious? I hoped V could do something to help me.

*I see Butch take in the last one the chicken shit one that stabbed me I see his fangs elongate and look at me as if he wants to take me out I look at him and say* Cop, you don’t want to do this. I can tell he knows me but to much lesser blood is in him. I pull my glove of and take him down to the ground and lay my hand on his stomach I feel him fight it*@HardAssExCop

Butch:

Being floored by V knocked the wind out of me but the evil was consuming me, stirring more, wanting me to fight against V’s hand. Darkness engulfed my vision. I was lost till I saw a light, following the light I saw a figure coming closer, or was I getting closer? The figure was an angel, no it was my Marissa, her mouth moving but I couldn't understand what she was saying. Getting closer she was mouthing “I love you Butch” “I love you Marissa” A bright white became brighter, my vision returned. I felt rain on my face, cracking an eye open. Was V crying? What was he crying about? “V?”

*Watching my brother fight me knowing the Omega was close to taking him away I see his mouth moving forming the words I love you Marissa I could see him coming back to me, well back to his right mind and me I don’t think I could go on not having him in my life, I knew I loved Butch but he was my brother and he belonged to Marissa. Tears are forming in my eyes I see them falling on his face but I don’t release my hand till I know he’s back. I see his color come back and his fangs go back, My brother is back. I hear him say my name and I release him.* Hey Cop what’s doin? True? *I drop my forehead to his and sigh* We still ain’t datin.@HardAssExCop

Butch:

V put his forehead on mine “We’re still not dating, feel me?” All I could do was grin “Marissa would have my balls if I swung that way. So you're safe man. Wish that rain would fuck off” I knew if I'd said anything about V crying he'd clam up on me. His secret was safe with me, well till I felt blackmail was appropriate. Then it be 'Hollywood you know V cried like a bitch’ “What happened? All I remember was being in the dark, then I saw Marissa in a light.” Sitting up I tried to get up but my legs gave way. Stretching my legs out, I tried once again to get vertical

*Hearing Butch talk about rain I pulled back wiping my eyes I don’t want seeing me pussy out. I stood and watched him try and stand then fall I put my glove back on my hand and reach out to help him. I get him up and put his arm over my shoulder. I help him in the E and get in. I go over to the driver side and fill in the blanks when he went out. After the we go over everything I tell him. *you ain’t hoovering that many lessers anymore you have limits. Going after your brothers draws the line. *snickering* Brother’s are friends not food. Feel me?@HardAssExCop

Butch:

V gets me back to the SUV, settling into the passenger seat he tells me that I nearly went for him. I was shocked, numb and stunned “I didn't hurt you?” I'd never forgive myself if I had, hell I be in the confession box for years to come if I did. Then I saw V smirk “You asshole. You had me worried but yeah I better lay of the lesser diet. Not good for digestive system, true? Take me home to Marissa will you, I need her” Settling back into the seat I close my eyes.

*Heading back to the Manse I laugh at the comments from Butch, I’ll get you home to your female brother no worries true? *We start back in a comfortable silence went we get the gates of the Manse I tell him.* I’m glad I got you back brother it wouldn’t be the same without you my roommate brother.@HardAssExCop

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ironeyedkiller · 3 years

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Mo' Penis, Mo' Problems

Vishous: *Almost a month had passed since the Brotherhood brought Xhex in to test the trainees. Almost a month of cop being gone. Almost a month of trying to figure out what the fuck was normal now. Half of my night was spent with the King at the audience house. Tohr_hharm_bdb, #Phury, #Rhage, and #Z was getting ready to escort #Wrath back to the mansion. I had decided to stay behind, logging into the secretary computer to do some more screenings for the Trainee Program. I had hours to kill and the night off. Just then the civilian phone line rang on the desk and I let it go to voicemail. The voice on the other end of the line was not who I expected, and I picked up the receiver before she finished her sentence.* "I didn't expect to hear from you so soon. If you would have asked nicely, I could have given you my personal number." I mused.

Xhex: [Why the hell does the earth never open up to swallow you whole when you really need it to? Like now.] Vishous. I don’t have the words to express how much I am /not/ in the mood for you right now. [Seriously, it’s not that hard to let shit go to voicemail, but no, apparently the civilian line has some sort of old school answering machine function that lets people pick up before you’ve said your piece. At least @MurhderBDB_ is still in my underground room, though I doubt that will last long. Tapping the button for speaker, I set my phone on the counter as I start filling my kettle.] Look, I need to meet with you. Somewhere neutral, because I won’t be alone. And fast. [Sighing, I switch my phone back as I set the water to boil. If I’m lucky, this will all get handled quickly, and without any grief. Then again, when has Vishous ever /not/ given me grief?]

Vishous: *smirking as I parked my ass in the leather chair around the desk.* "Not alone and fast? You must have enjoyed yourself so much at our last encounter that you want to bring a friend. I'm not opposed to threesome's but I didn't peg you for that MO."

Xhex: [I can hear the smirk through the phone, the twist of the lip creating a tone that is unmistakable. Fuck business. Vishous has a knack for getting my back up, under my skin, and in my head all at once.] So you went bragging, and /that's/ why John Matthew showed up at my cabin in full bonded male mode? I'm amazed you both survived. [There is nothing to punch in easy range, except walls. Nowhere near as satisfying as the throat of a certain male. Who would probably enjoy the pain. Scrubbing a hand over my hair, I wait for a response.]

Vishous: "I'm not one to brag, however your scent on me must have pissed him off. So instead of asking the right questions, he went to you. *Shrugging even though you couldn't see it* "It's not my business what happens between you two. So you want to tell me why you called this phone? Or are we going to flirt through this line all night?"

Xhex: [Growling low, I shake my head. Fuck, if I knew what one drink would lead to…] I called the Brotherhood line about Brotherhood business. As for flirting with you? Between John Matthew and… the other male who showed up at my cabin? Mo' penis, mo' problems.

Vishous: *chuckling at your statement but then very quickly back to business* "Brotherhood business? Start talking."

Xhex: [Finally! Still wishing I had been able to leave a simple voicemail, I know there is no easy or gentle way to do this. And I hate beating around the bush anyway.] Murhder. I got home last night, and Murhder was in my cabin.

Vishous: *I set my jaw, sitting up straighter in the chair.* "How exactly did he get into your cabin?"

Xhex: [Confession time.] I gave him a key. A long time ago. [No way am I going into the details of that with anyone, let alone Vishous. I knew it was dangerous to go to the colony. I knew I might never come back. And I knew Murhder was getting attached. It had been almost dawn when I pressed the key into his hand, and told him how to find my cabin. Then I wrote him a letter, explaining what I was and why I left, and dematerialized to my father's people.] I don't know what to make of his reason for coming back now. So. Where do you want me to take him? [Waiting for an answer, I lean over to check my front door for my houseguest.]

Vishous: *My diamond eyes narrowed and I found myself clenching the receiver a little too tightly.* "What makes you think the Brotherhood wants anything to do with the male. We kicked his ass out because he's bat shit crazy, feel me? As far as I'm concerned it sounds like a you problem."

Murhder: *I stood at the front door, having spent the dawn in the cabin's basement. I didn't sleep. I couldn't. Instead I focused on every creek the floorboards made as she walked along them. The ding of the microwave and the smell of coffee as she prepared her cup. The scents of soap and sounds of rushing water as she bathed. And at last the sounds of her breathing as she slept. Did I let myself in? Knock? Fuck. I knocked.*

Xhex: [Of all the fucking short-sighted, narrow-minded, pass the buck bullshit… Vishous had to call me on mine. Fuck.] You're right. It is my problem that he showed up at my place. Then again, he might not have been able to find any of you males, since you all live at Club Testosterone now. The Commodore wasn't even built the last time Murhder was in town. [Raking a hand through my hair, I try to moderate my tone, as much as I want to snarl and rip someone's throat out, it's not productive.] Look, I'm not so sure on the crazy. What he's describing does not sound like how my… how symphaths work. Kicked out or not, he still has a Brotherhood scar, and a Brotherhood name. You can't cut that loose in Caldwell. [Hearing a sharp rap at the door, I am done with reason.] Give me a time and an address, or I'm at the front door in fifteen. [Checking that the blade holstered at the small of my back is still secure and accessible, I march to my door, my bootheels ticking off the seconds.]

Vishous: *Well I can't argue with that* "Meet me at your club, we can talk in your office. Currently I don't want him anywhere near the First Family." *I hung up before she could argue locale and made my way out of the Audience House. I did a double check on my weapons before dematerializing into the crisp night air.*

Xhex: The club is hardly… [Too late to protest as the line goes dead. At least Vishous agreed to meet with Murhder. Shoving my phone in my back pocket, I reach out to open the door. My eyes narrow on the male on the other side. I hope he's ready for this. I may not be able to get John Matthew to unbond, but maybe I can help get Murhder back where he belongs.] Vishous has agreed to see you. We need to get downtown. I'd take my bike but [Vishous might decide against the meeting if we take too long] it's built more for speed than passengers. We can dematerialize in stages. Some parts of the city have barely changed.

Murhder: *I was about to knock again when the door swung open. Judging from her facial expressions and tone she was less than thrilled.* "I'm not going unarmed, and I'll follow your lead."

Vishous: *I made my appearance around the back of the club, before walking around to the entrance. I cut the line and the bouncer immediately let me inside. I push past the moving bodies to the staircase that led up to Xhex's office. There was another bouncer standing by the entrance.* "I have a meeting with your boss. She's on her way. I'd like to wait for her inside." *He eyed me up and down and I assumed he realized he wouldn't win that battle, before opening the door and letting me in. He didn't close the door. He was watching me. Whatever. I parked it on one of the couches in her very large office. And waited.*

Xhex: [Not sure if I'm relieved or disappointed that things are going down with this meeting so quickly. Part of me expected a fight, and part of me wanted one. Nodding once, I search my memory for some of the least changed areas of Caldwell. The police station hasn't changed anything except the paint in decades. Well, the cameras may have gotten an upgrade, but they're easy to wipe.] You remember where the cop shop is? There's a flat roof section at the back with the mechanicals. It will keep us clear of the police, and give us good sight lines to get down to street level. [Grabbing my jacket, I pull it in and lock the door, before scattering myself to get downtown.]

Murhder: *Nodding, I scattered my molecules to the wind until I reached the destination she mentioned. I made sure to reappear on the roof like she said, keeping my body low and instantly scanning the area before she appeared. I didn't want to take any chances, especially with her safety, even though I knew she could handle herself. When I knew the area was clear I stood up. The streets were definitely busier, louder, and smelled. The lights were blinding. It was almost an overload to the senses. But beneath it all it felt like home.*

Xhex: [Reforming on the roof of the CPD, I take a moment to assess Murhder. Everything I can see passively looks like the warriors he is, collected and ready for anything. His grid is impossible to get a read on though, almost like Everything's OK brand sheetrock to hide the emotional structure. Neat trick. Leaning over one edge of the building, careful not to cast a shadow on the ground below, I look down to see a perp walk in progress. Putting a finger to my lips for quiet, I follow up with three fingers, then a square, and a direction point. Three blocks that way is a blank lot, beside a warehouse scheduled for the same demolition fate as the patch of land I've indicated. I wait only long enough for an acknowledgement before dematerializing to the target.]

Murhder: *Shifting back into full warrior stealth mode, I watch her hand signals and nod as she dematerializes again. I wait a moment before following her.*

Vishous: *Growing God damn impatient, I shoot Xhex's bouncer a look and stand up to leave. I hurry down the staircase and leave the building through the back entrance. I guess I'll find her myself, she wouldn't be stupid enough to bring him to the Audience House. With my blood in her system she will be easy enough to track. I concentrate and dematerialize a few blocks away from the club.*

Xhex: [Taking shape in the vacant lot, I scan for any random humans. This stretch of land is painfully open, despite being in the shadow of a warehouse, but people are rarely smart. Luckily, there are no stray junkies or drunks tonight, but there is a tent set up right beside the abandoned building. Jogging over, I reach for my blade, knowing Murhder should be here any second in case there's trouble.]

Murhder: *I reappeared a few meters away from where Xhex was now jogging. Her blade was drawn and I immediately withdrew a blade from it's holster and ran to catch up. I made sure my footfalls were quiet. Something wasn't right, but I didn't have time to figure it out. Shit hit the fan and fast.*

Xhex: [Despite the odd location, nothing about the tent stands out on closer inspection, my ears perk up at noises from inside the warehouse though. The building is boarded and taped, but the door is wide open, the lock clearly cut. Checking behind me for Murhder, I slip inside the door, and quickly off to one side. The stench inside is unmistakable. Lessers.]

Murhder: *Riding Xhex's ass was an understatement. I could smell Lessers all over this place. Before I could tell her this was definitely a bad idea and we should wait for V or backup, she had slipped behind the wide door. I followed her, keeping low and moving in front of her. I cursed to myself, wishing I had come more armed. A dagger and a few knives wasn't going to cut it. But I'll make do. I've worked with less. And my female was armed. And she knew how to shoot. My female? No Murhder, not anymore. I shook my head to let her know this was definitely a bad idea when I heard footsteps coming closer from inside. I held up my fingers, four maybe five. I widen my stance, the handle of the blade to my chest, pointy end outwards, and waited.*

Vishous: *Reforming my molecules to a dark corner near the entrance of an abandoned warehouse, was definitely not where I expected Xhex to be. I knew immediately from the stink that this was not where we should be. Heavy footfalls came from around the corner and I palmed my glock. The lesser reached in the back of his pants but I had my gun drawn and fired off a few rounds in his skull. More than likely alerting his friends. I moved to where he went down and kicked the gun from his hand. I unsheathed a dagger and plunged it into his chest cavity. With a flash of light and a pop he was no more than a slick puddle of black oil. I wiped the dagger off on my leathers and sheathed it. Then I crouched, keeping my gun pointed to the ground and went inside to the entrance of the warehouse. I found cover off to the side where I spotted Murhder and Xhex across from me. Bullets whizzed past my cover and lots of shouting. Fucking great they had guns and there was at least five of them. I waited until there was a pause in the gunfire before popping up from my cover and aiming for whatever limbs I could see. The warehouse was dim, and echoing bullets left and right. It was hard to pinpoint the exact location of gunfire. I tucked down again and reloaded my last clip. I glanced over to Xhex and Murhder and raised up my gun, signaling I was almost out. The voices were coming closer, gunshots louder. Fuck.*

Xhex: [Nodding in agreement at Murhder’s assessment of the numbers we’re up against, I’m already planning my first attack when I feel an echo of my own blood materialize outside. For maybe the first time in my life, I hope it’s Vishous. And then a gunshot rings out from outside, putting all of the lessers inside on high alert. The first bullet inside confirms that any chance I had of cloaking myself and taking the enemy out quietly is gone. Damn. Pulling out the dagger from the small of my back, I know I’ll have to wait for a reload. Seeing Vishous duck in with a Glock in hand, I really hope his shot wasn’t the one that started this party. Not that it changes anything now. Five of them with firearms, three of us with only one gun, and limited ammo. At least the lessers seem to be burning through their bullets without bothering to find a target first. Idiots. Cocking my head to the side, I focus on the one steadily approaching set of footsteps. Adjusting my grip on my blade for a low attack, I raise my left hand, pointing to the spot I expect to the lesser, and count down, folding in my fingers. Three. Two. One.]

Murhder: *My dagger hand burned and I sensed something in the air, my head turned to see a huge male with diamond eyes tuck in cover from the entrance. Had to be Vishous, and he was armed. I returned my attention to the short pause in gunfire and Xhex had changed her stance, she was going to go in for an attack while the lesser was reloading. As she moved in, Vishous was providing cover fire but another lesser stepped out of the shadows and I moved. A fucking blur of shadows as the lesser raised his handgun at my female. I only saw red before I jumped him, my dagger plugged into the side of his throat. Black blood spewing. He stumbled back with me on top of him. I snapped his arm with the gun and he screamed as the gun fell with a clatter. I had his body pinned on the ground with mine, my knees on his thighs. I clawed at his face, and his chest with my hands. Shredding cloth and meat. My hands soaked in oil slick blood, squelching as I rearranged his organs. The fucker had stopped screaming and I pulled out another dagger and plunged it into his empty chest cavity. Sending him straight back to the Omega. Another lesser turned the corner, he dropped his gun in horror and V popped him with a bullet between the eyes. When the lesser went down I finished him off as well.*

Xhex: [The split second of time it takes to clear the corner is all the time it takes for everything to go to hell. I don’t know why I expected Murhder would let me take the lead, but his charge throws off my own planned attack. With two blinding flashes in quick succession, I lose track of the remaining enemies, but not the fully loaded gun that dropped. Diving for the weapon with the burning afterimage interfering with my vision, I rely on my hearing to track enemies as my hand closes on the butt of the gun. Vishous has his hands full with one lesser, but where is the last? Running through my count again, I feel my stomach drop as I hear a gunshot. Swinging around to the sound, I plug the fucker quick, four compass point shots to center body mass. It's only as I reach for my dagger to finish off my target that the sequence of events registers in my mind. The lesser I just shot had Vishous dead to rights. But he's still up. And Murhder isn't. Closing my eyes against the flash, I plunge my dagger into the oozing chest cavity. There's red blood too, and way too much of it. Pulling out my phone to dial Manello, I snap at Vishous.] Quit playing, Murhder's hit!

V: *I was out of fucking ammo and Murhder just had to play raging vampire. I knew he was crazy, but I didn't realize he was “hey let me charge a lesser without a gun” crazy. I moved quickly as Murhder was plunging daggers into bodies. Two left. I moved past Murhder, palming a dagger when a lesser turned the corner and slams me up against the wall. My dagger slides out of my hand and I knee the fucker in-between his legs and shove hard. He staggers enough for me to get a hold around his body, but he is big and it's a power struggle. A gunshot goes off right, close enough to make my fucking ears ring. The lesser gets an arm free and uppercuts my solar plexus. Multiple gun shots. I twist and put a hand on each shoulder, bringing his head down. I slam my knee into his face, once, thrice. Black blood spews and he goes down. My ears stop ringing enough for me to register shouting. My name. I quickly pull out a dagger and finish off the lesser in front of me. Nearly out of breath I turn and access the situation. Xhex is screaming at me, holding a phone to her ear while her other hand is covering Murhders neck. The blood was spilling like a fountain and the brother was gagging and turning blue.*

Xhex: [Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! This is way beyond basic bandaging. Hitting the speaker button, I drop my phone on Murhder's chest so I have a free hand to search for something I can use on this wound.] How the hell am I supposed to know what too much pressure is? His color sucks, but I don't know if that's blood loss, or if I'm choking him trying to stop the bleeding! [Pulling a scarf out of my pocket, something from Trez on a recent cold night, I wad the fabric up and press it firmly to the wound. I'm sure the human doctor is using his most calm voice, but the words are a meaningless buzz beyond the obvious fact that his voice coming through the phone means he is not here to take over. Vishous, though, is a trained medic. Even though it sets my teeth on edge, I turn to the male.] Tell me what to do to help you. Manello is on the way.

Vishous: *I go over and get to my knees* "Hold him up and move the scarf so I can see the wound." *She manages to get Murhder in a somewhat upright position and I notice the bullet wound from the side of the males neck. I speak loudly so Manny can hear me* “Bullet wound to the side of the throat. I'm going to have to perform an emergency tracheotomy.” *I pull out a pen from my jacket and unscrew the tip off, pulling out the ink cartridge and tossing it aside. I unsheathe a clean dagger and make a small incision on the anterior side of his neck. I put the dagger down and insert the empty pen to open a direct airway so that he can breathe. Manny is shouting ETA but I hear none of it. My glowing eyes flick to Xhex.* “Don’t worry he will live.”

Xhex: [The field aspect of the surgery happening in front of me is the only thing saving me from a full on panic attack. Swap that dagger for a scalpel, and I would be hyperventilating in a corner.] He better. He just saved us both. [The need to get away, to pace, to move, is making my skin crawl. I can't even look at Murhder anymore, knowing the only thing I can do is exactly what I am doing. Years later, when Manello /finally/ arrives - it's probably two minutes, but whatever - I'm too numb to help lift the male into the surgical unit. Not tracking anything anyone is saying to me, I still manage to scramble into the back of the vehicle. Some noise of protest follows, because nobody wants the symphath with the fear of hospitals screwing up life saving surgery.] You need a female in case he needs to feed. [Dead. Silence. The clang of the closing door starts up all the chatter and activity again. I park my ass on a stool in a corner, unsure what I just started, but very certain that it will come back to bite me. Soon.]

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bloodletterepicness · 2 years

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Brothers until the END...

I was seething on the inside and it hopefully would work in my favor. I didn’t have the full scope of my powers. The bleeding out was definitely depleting them. And my hostess had set herself up on a satin settee with a drink. She was splitting her attention between watching me and her phone.

There was no fucking way I was going down like this. I wasn’t about to let a damn stranger come in, play up in my head and then drain me…Nope. My brain refused to accept that conclusion. And I didn’t even want to think about what Devina had planned for my Brothers. Yeah, this wasn’t working for me. But I was limited on what I could do. Movement was obviously restricted but I did what I could without alerting the bitch. I felt as if I was not moving at all but I did manage to shimmy my glove down from my wrist and press the bare spot against the bonds holding me. The pain was instantaneous and I welcomed the burn of the leather and chains against my skin, melting becoming one. Right now it was imperative that I could feel anything. My teeth clamped down as metal liquified and then all hell broke loose. The second that first bond was stripped away, I was free falling, forcing the almost dead weight of my body to flip around and hope like a motherfucker that my feet would support me as I landed.

‘You have got to be kidding me. I do have other engagements!’

She was shrieking at me as she stood up from her settee and I was still trying to see if I was standing at all.

“For fucks sake…shut the hell up.”

My head was pounding and this Bitch was not just the cause but also making it worse. I rolled my icy eyes and shook my head some. I took the first full breath that I had in hours, straightened my shoulders and slid my glove the rest of the way off as I stood there in leathers, boots and nothing else but savage bite wounds with dried and fresh blood.

“If I’m dying, you’re going with me.”

I was as ready as I was ever going to be with the situation at hand. Life and death, those are the only two guarantees anyone gets. I fought my way through every night of living, and I would battle my way into a bloody death. I wanted…needed to feel my fingers around the petit chords of her throat. It was almost a walking hardon to think about her taking that last breath while her pulse faded ever so weakly against my palm, while she fought for every painful gasp of air that I allowed her to have. I could feel the savage need embedded in my marrow.

It was an old fashion standoff, the demon bitch in all her satin and lace, with me just a mere seven feet away, barely standing and looking like I was put through a cheese grater…Okay so I guess it wasn’t really something you see in a western, but you get the damn point.

‘I was enjoying you, Vishous. I don’t know why you had to ruin things.’

And there she was pouting again.

“Well ya know, I was bored.”

I used every valuable second that Devina ran her mouth to get as stable as my unstable body could manage. She would hit hard and fast, and truth be told, I was fucked, without spit. I knew it. I felt it. Then as if I had been token on some Red Smoke for the past hour, the air in the room stilled, all sounds seized, not even that of my own ragged breathing could be heard by my vamironic ears. Much later I would wonder if I had been tripping on a more halucient type of drug. Because the shit that took place before me was something out of Jurassic World and Merlin.

That familiar beastly snarl of Rhages’ filled the void of silence first before my pale eyes saw his massive form charging directly behind the witch. She had no time to react before he tackled her small frame, engulfing her completely. I was still registering what the fuck when Devina shape shifted right fucking there under Rhage, becoming an exact replica of the Beast. If I had any common sense, I would have pissed myself right fucking then and there. The ground shook from the battle that took place. This was some straight prehistoric shit and I was way out of my element, but leaving wasn’t an option.

It was all a blur as I got knocked out of the way by the entangled duo while they ripped into one another. I slip and slide on deep pools of fresh blood while I get back on my feet, cursing all the while and no sooner do I turn around to face the wrestling match, then one wraps up around the other and slams them both to the ground, knocking me flat on my ass again from the rumbling and shattering of the walls and floors.

I was grumbling and feeling like a damn mouse being batted around. “Fuck you both…”

My hand made contact with the floor and I had just pushed myself up, to witness who I now know is Rhage, take a fucktastic bite out of the bitch and then she was gone…as if she had never been there. It happened so suddenly the Beast faceplanted into the pavement, sending another series of vibrations through the foundation. There was a growl right before the damaged scales started to shade back to that of my Brother. Instantly I was beside him, rolling him over and dragging his large upper frame to rest on me.

“I have you…I’m going to give you about sixty seconds to catch your breath and then I have to haul us out of here.”

I looked around skeptically at the nearly broken down walls.

“We won’t have much longer than that before this place falls down around us. But don’t worry, you got us here…” I snorted. “I’ll get us out of here, and then we are going to discuss getting you one of those fucking helmets wrapped in aluminum foil. It might protect your brain.”

It was easy to joke right now. We both felt like literal shit, but the alternative was way fucking worse. We didn’t technically win this War, but neither did she. What we did manage to do, was survive another battle and to live another night. I’ll fucking take it.

I crouched down, blew out a long breath before wrangling the larger than life body of Rhage, getting him over my shoulder and pushing myself to stand back up. Thank fuck for my Mhis. I sure as fuck would cause a stir walking out in public, even at night wearing only leathers, beat the fuck up, carrying a blond naked giant…Yup that’s my life.

#BDB #V #RP #13

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Stealing Time (With @MismatchedFreak)

Dehv: ~ I jumped off the floor and threw my weapon back on the table with the others. I laughed when Davidson started babbling about how amped up his was after the fight. We worked well together, Nhick was equally as cunning as Davidson, but between us we were able to push the other. We knew each other well, and could anticipate a move before it was taken. I knew it wouldn’t be the same with everyone, but the practice I had on them, on watching what happened when they did something I was expecting was good to then try on others. Though in some cases it meant I got a faceful of fist. I nudged against Davidson and then felt Nhick’s arm go around my shoulder as he did the same to Davidson and squashed in between us, “You both stink, OF VICTORY.” I laughed, and felt Davidson do the same beside me, “Shut up, we stick like sweat and need a shower.” The nodding from all the trainees was enough to get us moving, and I made my way quickly to the locker room. I was nervous and excited about meeting Qhuinn in his office, and I wanted to rush through everything, but I knew that I also needed to put on appearances while we were still in lesson time so that I wasn’t going to piss anyone off. I stripped my gym clothes off and stuffed them in my bag so they were ready to wash when I got home, then I grabbed my wash bag and quickly made my way towards the shower. I smiled widely when I saw Davidson shove at Nhick when he tried to pull him into the same cubicle with him, wondering how long it’d take the two of them to admit to us all that they were together. I pretended I hadn’t seen and then closed the door to the small space, humming softly as the hot water washed over the aches of the session. My lip stung from the blow Jhasper had put in, and my knee was already starting to colour. I knew it’d be gone by morning, especially if I fed, but it was still annoying to have it there for seeing Qhuinn. I made quick work of washing and then stepped out, grabbing one of the lovely fluffy bath towels that was always there for us after a session. I knotted it quickly and started to put away my shower pack before grabbing dry clothing. I looked around and spotted Davidson and Nhick snickering in the corner, “What’s up with you two?” I started to dry myself off and throw on my clothes, my gaze staying focused on my friends. They both grinned like children and then crowded me to whisper, “Why are you still here? You should have had the worlds fastest shower and just gone out in the towel. After, how long as it been??? You won’t be dressed for long once that office door shuts. Right, Nhick?” I felt my skin get hot and I tugged my shirt down before running my fingers through my hair to pull it away from my face, “Both of you, stop it. I’ll see you later.” I heard them laughing as I closed the door and practically left a fire trail as I made my way to the office, both whistling as their heads popped out of the door. I knew I was blushing harder than I should be, but I knocked on the door anyway and then stuck my head in the gap as I opened it, “Is it ok to come in?” ~

Qhuinn: [I dropped the tests into the scanner thing that would feed them into the system and punched the few codes in that brought up the digital voice recorder, leaving a few notes about the class as I stripped myself down. The rest could wait but I wanted to make sure to cover the basics at least. I’d come this far and didn’t want to fuck it all up at the finish line by being sloppy. Once I had finished. I turned off the system and hopped in the shower, scrubbing away the stink of gym and the trainees. I didn’t waste much time though. Hell, the water barely heated up before I was rinsing off and hopping right back out to dry off. I had plans and I while I wouldn’t have minded if he caught me in the shower, I would prefer for that to happen when there wasn’t a room full of trainees still muddling about. Though I knew it was going to get out soon enough, and I honestly couldn’t wait. We proved we could handle ourselves. He didn’t get any preferential treatment, not from me or any of the other trainers. Any one that did have a problem with it could deal with me. I was tired of hiding and tired of having to. I think that’s why Rhage had helped with tonight and why the females had done all they could to make tonight happen as well. I picked up the phone to see if Fritz was ready with the food and found out he was already sending it down. Fucking loved that doggen, I swear. I hung up the phone and dug my clothes out of the locker. I tugged on a fresh pair of button fly jeans and just worked the top button when I heard the knock to the door. I expected a doggen but when Dehv popped his head in, my smile widened. I kept my feet planted where they were so I didn’t make a scene and nodded slowly.] Yeah, come on in, I’m just about ready. Close the door behind you.

Dehv: ~ I grinned the minute I heard Qhuinn’s voice, I took one step into the room and reached my hand for the male who was within grabbing distance when I heard my name being yelled. I growled low, but didn’t stop my forward step, sliding my fingers down Qhuinn’s forearm to grip his wrist before I turned to pop my head out of the door to face Nhick and Davidson. Their grinning faces showed me they knew exactly what they were doing, and I wondered if it was partly payback for Qhuinn scaring the shit out of D in the gym, “What?” I didn’t bother hiding my amusement while also the slight edge that told them I’d find it funny for about 3 minutes and then I’d get pissed as hell. They both smirked at me, and I lay my head against the edge of the door, still holding onto Qhuinn’s wrist. I knew they could see Qhuinn, and I didn’t care, I squeezed the warmth under my fingers and then used my thumb to brush a slow rhythm against the pulse point there. I didn’t speak again, instead waiting on one of the damn chuckle brothers to decide they were going to speak, which Nhick did a heartbeat later, “We’ve got three free hours, we’ve been invited into the main gym to have food with some of the Brothers. I wanted to let you know in case you, um, you two wanted to join at some point. They’ve hinted that Wrath and Beth might be there, and the warriors will be less ‘mentor’ and more relaxed. Should be fun, maybe see another side of them? I know you’re……” he paused and looked past me towards Qhuinn before lowering his voice, Davidson look the time to glance around the hall to ensure we were alone, “of that bloodline, so probably have seen them like that, but were were more excited than we wanted to let on, and thought we’d at least invite you.” I felt my grin widen and I looked back at Qhuinn, assuming he knew my bloodline, not remembering if we’d spoken about it over the months we’d been stuck texting and facetiming each other. I slid my fingers down his wrist to link my fingers with his, squeezing and then using my hold to tug him a little closer. I let my gaze slide over him and then back to his face, knowing I was an open book at most things when I wanted to be. I waited a heartbeat before turning to my friends, “It sounds fun, but I’ll skip it this time. If we get hungry I’ll come and grab some food. But I’m not passing up this opportunity to see Qhuinn after months of being jerked around by those who share a bloodline. Thanks again for the invite though, I love that you’re excited, and I want to hear all about it once you’re done and we’re back in the training room.” I watched them both grin and then nod before turning to make their way back down the corridor that they’d come. I didn’t bother watching them make it to the end before I closed the door and then leaned back against it, fingers still entwined with Qhuinn’s, “Door is closed. What now?” ~

Qhuinn: [My growl echoed Dehv’s but I felt the world click into place when his fingers slid down my arm and wrap around my wrist. Silently, I was planning all kinds of extra torture for tweedle dee and tweedle dum since the amusement in their voices told me they knew exactly what they were interrupting. I barely hid back the snicker at what had their panties in a bunch. After all this time, you’d think they’d be running the other way the moment they had some free time, not going right back into the lions den. Maybe I was just too jaded. I stepped closer when Dehv gave my fingers a tug, my face giving nothing away as I looked at Davidson and Nhick over his shoulder, though my heart did another stupid tumble at that smile on his face. Even with his bloodline, I had a feeling he spent enough time with them, or at least I was hoping he felt he had. I really was not in the mood to share him right now. Though it still made me glad he didn’t have to bear that alone. That was another thing I worried about that might get him shit from other trainees. My eyes locked on his for that brief moment and I saw his answer there and finally felt my lips twitch in a small smile before he turned back to the duo in the doorway. I gave his fingers another squeeze and nodded to the two as they stepped back, my shirt dropping from my other hand the moment the door closed and I stepped closer to Dehv, lifting our joined hands to press against the door above his shoulder. I tipped my head to ghost my lips over his as a smile teased my lips while I pressed my body against his] hmmm, and hello to you too. I suppose I could take you to the gym so you could play with your friends if you really wanted, or we could wait for the dinner that’s on it’s way for us and get the fuck out of here to someplace nice and quiet where we won’t be disturbed for a few hours?

Dehv: ~ I grinned when the shirt was dropped. Glad that Davidson and Nhick were excited, but barely giving them a second thought now that the door was closed. I felt my heart jump the minute he stepped closer, my grin growing with each second. I didn’t fight the hold, the pressure of his hand against mine made me groan softly. I had missed being close to him, and we’d barely managed much before we’d been pulled apart for 6 months. The odd moments here and there meant that we really savoured each and every second, despite the niggle at the back of my mind that told me that any minute one of the brothers was likely to bust in and steal one of us away. It was hard to shake, and I felt myself tense up slightly, even as I felt the kisses and reassuring pressure from his body so close to mine. I grinned, my eyes lifting to meet his when he started giving me options, that allowing my muscles to ease once more. I left him to run through my options, and then I schooled my features. Eyes lifting to the ceiling so I could keep a straight face and think on it, “Well, that dinner with my friends sounds so very inviting. Surrounded by other trainees, you being mobbed for advice and thoughts and date invites.” I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, using the movement to hide the twitch of my lips before I lowered my eyes again. The throat clearing wasn’t faked, I loved looking at the male in front of me, his mismatched eyes always far more expressive than I think he would be comfortable knowing. He wanted everyone to think he was a badass, and he was, but not in a mean or horrible way. He’d throw himself in front of pretty much anything to save someone else, even if it meant he’d die. I knew that hard shell he carried around himself though, I’d seen it on most the Brothers. It reminded me often how lucky I was that life hadn’t started to get complicated until recently. I still had a wall around me, but that was mostly due to having to break ties in the human world when things started getting complicated around my lack of aging. I spoke slowly as I used my free arm to curl it around Qhuinn’s waist, returning each of those teasing kisses with some of my own, “How hungry are you? I don’t want to mess up your plans if you’ve got dinner coming soon, we’ve time to eat and still get out of here for a bit. But if you think we’re likely going to get jumped by one of the Brothers and sent to run errands, lets skive off and go to somewhere they won’t think to look for us.” I nodded and shifted slightly against the wall of muscle that was pinning me to the door frame. Knowing it should short circuit his brain the same as it did mine, and not really caring one little bit. ~

Qhuinn: [A little growl slipped out before I could stop it at his teasing. I think if I had to wait one more night for a block of alone time with him, I would hurt someone. I wouldn’t even care that it would earn me more punishment down the damn line. I pressed closer to him, letting him feel the full weight of my body as he teased. I nipped his bottom lip and gave another low growl as he shifted his body, sending that spark of desire coursing through me and frying out my thoughts for a moment. After a tug of his lower lip I lifted my head, cocking it slightly as I listened] That should be Fritz or one of the doggen with our food. I had them pack it up for us to take on the run. I figured we’d have a better chance at privacy if we managed to actually leave the building at least. And if they are distracted with the trainees, that’s even better for us.

[It was still damn tempting though, with him pinned to the wall, to say fuck the food and everything else and just lock ourselves away right here. I knew that wouldn’t work. They would find us. They always fucking found us. I gave his fingers a squeeze as I stole one more kiss just as a knock came to the other door. I stepped back and picked up my shirt, pulling the black tee over my head as I crossed the office. Once the door opened, I could smell the food that had been prepared and my stomach grumbled appreciatively. I thanked Fritz and told him I owed him then closed the door and turned back to my male, holding up the basket filled with our dinner] Now, we can eat out by the stream at the back of the grounds, or you can come back to my place, we’ll deadbolt the doors and hide from the world for a bit. Your choice.

Dehv: ~ I managed to chuckle to cover up my own growl when I felt Qhuinn’s weight press me back against the door. I was happy to lock the thing right then and there and put a fucking sock on the handle if needs be. I wasn’t able to suppress the groan when his teeth scraped over my bottom lip, causing me to grin so wide I was sure I looked like some kind of creepy perv. Not that I cared, he was committed now, no getting away no matter how weird I got. I glanced at the door when I heard the footsteps approaching. “That sounds like a good idea. Saves us both from spending time cooking, or having to go out to eat. Good thinking.” I hummed with a nod as I thought on where we might go to eat and hide away from everyone. I had a couple of check ins with clients to do first thing in the morning, which gave me time normally to get home and change from training, take the calls, and then spend the day in bed. I returned the kiss, as quick as it was, and pushed away from the wall so that Qhuinn could get to the door. I was not impressed the shirt went back on, but I knew Fritz wouldn’t appreciate it as much as I did. I huffed even though I knew it was childish, then grinned and turned to pop my head over the top of Qhuinn’s shoulder. I nodded in thanks to Fritz right along with Qhuinn, and then groaned when the smell of the food hit me. “What the hell did you order?” I groaned again and felt my stomach pipe up right along with me, “I want to say yours, but I might end up eating in your car. Since you’re driving, did I say that already? No. Hurry up.” I grinned and reached around Qhuinn to open the door again. I placed a less than gentle kiss on his face and then fisted a hand in his shirt to pull him right along the corridor with me. “I hope you’ve got your keys with you, because as much as I want to get you out of those clothes, whatever is in that bag is taking my full attention. Which you knew would happen when you ordered it.” I nodded and then stopped, holding my breath while the last of the stragglers left to go to their first meal with the Brothers. If they saw me, I’d get a million questions about why I wasn’t joining, and I wasn’t having that. “You did drive right? I just realised you may have dematted here. And we can’t do that with dinner. Eat then to yours, NO no, mine. We have to go to mine. In case we don’t make it back for class. I have clients after the sun has come up.” I turned without moving away from the wall to face Qhuinn, a sheepish grin on my face. “Sorry, brain died when the food arrived. ~

Qhuinn: [I knew my plan was a hit when I got the less than gentle kiss and then found myself being dragged down the hallway. I felt like a spy with the way we were ducking back into cubbies to avoid being seen by the other trainees, though I knew why. Neither of us wanted to be caught. Not now. Not after so fucking long of not having any damn time for ourselves and finally making it happen. My grin was wide on my face regardless. He was going about a mile a minute, which amused me to no end. It was a side of him I rarely got to see lately. When he turned to face me, I chuckled softly and then braced an arm over his shoulder as I pinned him to the wall] Good thing I got us loads of food then. I figured you’d need it after class. To answer your question. I didn’t drive, but I’ve got permission to take one of the cars in the garage. We’ve got steak sandwiches, chips, some kebab things, and a few desserts if Fritz hooked us up like he said he would, and we’ll go back to my place as I’ve got it set up for us. I promise to have you home in time for your meetings. I don’t want you thinking about work or anything else for the next few hours. Got it?

[I didn’t wait for him to answer before I hooked my arm around his waist and led him down the halls, ducking through one of the secret passage ways the Brothers used to avoid detection as we headed towards the garage where they kept all their toys. I walked to the keybox and punched in the code, then popped it open. I eyed the various keys before finding the set I wanted. Once the keys for the midnight blue challenger where in my hands, I led us to the pristine classic muscle car and unlocked the doors. I set the basket in the middle of the front seat and gave Dehv a heated look before I slid behind the wheel] And don’t worry about eating everything, I’m sure I can find /something/ else to nibble on once we get where we’re going

Dehv: ~ I blinked and then moved with Qhuinn as he took me a way through the training centre I’d never been. I loved that he knew all these weird little alley ways. I followed on as we got to the garage, the place I assumed was where our cars would go if we ever had to stay during the day. I assumed anyway. I figured the Doggen cleaned and kept these sparkly clean. It made me laugh to think on the brothers out here on a weekend cleaning their prides and joy though. That image was one I’d enjoy carrying and passing onto the other trainees. Just to ensure the training never got too much or on top of anyone. Sometimes the fun images of things was better than nothing. I arched a brow at the car Qhuinn chose, not that I was complaining. It looked amazing. I was about to get into the car when I realised the variety of cars in the place, and some weird coffins in the back. I frowned at them and then turned back to Qhuinn as he slid in behind the drivers side. I was going to ask about it when I heard him say about getting me home before the sun came up. I pulled open the door and plopped myself in the passenger side, “I’m happy to go to yours and I can demat home before the sun comes up. Or, and it’s up to you, we can go to mine and not worry about one of us leaving the other. I can sort out my clients first thing in the morning, and then I can come back to bed. Though I know you might have duties here in the day, so you’re on a schedule. Once I finished the session we’re currently missing, I’m done for the night. I know you might not be.” I smiled and reached over to squeeze Qhuinn’s hand as I watched him get the engine going and the car warmed. I reached out to click on the radio and almost jumped a mile high when music blasted out on the highest setting possible. “Holy shit, whose car is this?” I spun the button to turn it back down to a normal level and watched as the training centre moved past us. We cleared the gates and I laughed suddenly, “This has to be the first time in 6 months we’ve managed to get away without someone stopping us. I’m touching wood that this carries on in our favour.” I grinned and tapped the top of my thigh, figuring after Qhuinn’s nibbling comment he’d get my meaning. “I’m easy either way. Right now I just want to eat what’s in this basket between us. It’s literally making me drool.” ~

Qhuinn: We’ll figure it out when the time comes. I kinda have the place set up for this though….[I grinned sheepishly at him and then cringed hard when he blasted the radio. I shouldn’t be surprised, most of the Brothers liked their music loud as fuck, it helped drown out the bullshit of the nights. I laughed and shook my head as I tore out of the garage and down the drive, through the mise to the main highway] It’s a spare, they keep a few around for times when they’re needed. Occasionally the Brothers have had to leave their cars places and demat here and there, so it helps to have extra cars around.

[I narrowed my eyes over at Dehv, then doubly so when I watched his fingers along his thigh before I forced my eyes back on the road, a low growl building on my throat. I settled my hand over his] You better not have jinxed us with that…and hopefully you’re only easy for me.

[I grinned and flashed him another wink as I hit the gas and headed towards my little house on the edge of town. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for now. And I really really hoped he hadn’t jinxed us. The way our luck had run over the past six months I wouldn’t count us out of the woods yet, but I was hopefully. So fucking hopeful. All I wanted was a few damn hours of quiet with him. Ten minutes down the road and I was turning up the short gravel drive. I pulled alongside the Hummer and then killed the engine before hopping out and grabbing the basket.] Give me one minute, then you can come in.

[I ran, fucking ran my ass off, unlocking the door and then getting things set up. I hadn’t lied when I said I had things prepared in hopes of this evening. I just hoped he wouldn’t find it corny. I kicked off my boots at the doorway and then moved quick around the room, thankful most was set up already. Gem and Talia had told me this was romantic, even Wraith agreed and said it sounded like a cool idea. I hit the little switches to light the fake candles lining the floor, lighting up the pillows set up on the floor under the big blanket tied up in the middle of the room. All the furniture….ok, so the couch and the two dollar coffee table had been pushed to the side to make the room, and we would be having an indoor picnic. The blanket was dark enough to block the lights from the windows should anyone peep by, which was another plus for this idea. I set the food out in the center of the pillow clearing, then, just because I was hot and no other reason at all, peeled off the tee shirt before I sat down and waited….oh so not patiently for Dehv]

Dehv: ~ I laughed at the slightly jealous sounding words about me only being easy for him. I knew he wasn’t serious, but it made me laugh anyway. “I’m fairly easy for a lot of people, but none of them in the same way as you if that helps.” I threw a wink at Qhuinn and then settled back into the car. The drive was relaxing as we wound our way through the city. I always wondered how much effort it took whoever kept up the mhis at the mansion. I was still learning one hell of a lot about my own species, and the more I learned, the more I was proud to be fighting in their corner. So far I’d not embarrassed myself in front of Qhuinn, but I was sure it was coming. Not that I minded, I knew he’d support me to learn about things, and would just be happy I was teasing him.

I nodded my agreement to his explanation and nodded at the bag I had from my locker, “I’ve got my computer, I guess push comes to shove I can do the consult at your place if you’ve got wifi and I can then stay there. I won’t have the notes, but I can have them emailed over before the meeting if I need to.” I felt the uncertainty in my chest ease up a little at the thought that I didn’t have to rush off anyway. If we were still in one of our places come the time the sun rose, we were basically guaranteed a full day together. It was exciting to think on and I found myself breathing a little easier as we pulled up into Qhuinn’s drive. I put my hand on the leaver to open the door when I was issued my instructions. I chuckled but settled back into my seat and nodded.

I watched Qhuinn run into his house and then licked a boot up on the dash. I pulled my phone from my pocket and grinned when I saw that I’d got photos and messages from Davidson and Nhick. I knew they were at dinner, so I was impressed they’d taken time out of that exciting little experience. The first message was a sneak picture of Rhage eating. The next was a little surprised face, right along with a picture of Wrath sitting at the head of the table. I snorted and shook my head. The ones after that were obviously of him having been caught, and then a whole bunch of selfies from the various brothers. Most of them anyway, Zsadist looked more like someone had stuck a camera in his face and he was about to murder them. That one made me laugh out loud. I sent back a picture of myself in the car and then a second of me pulling a stupid face along with a quick message to say that I was at Qhuinn’s and I’d see them at training the following night.

I checked the time and I’d managed to blast through about five minutes, surely that was enough time? I pushed out the car and grabbed my bag from the back, looping the strap over my head so I had my hands free. I had my phone up so I could take a photograph of what Qhuinn had done for our evening and show the two of them. But as I pushed through the door I let my hand drop as my mouth opened. I arched a teasing brow and slid my phone into my back pocket so I could look around. The candles flickering on the floor and the way Qhuinn sat quietly on the blanket and pillows, it looked cozy and wanted to join him, “I think the shirt missing is cheating. Especially if you want me to eat something first. Now you’re making me choose between what smells great and what looks even better. Where do you want me?” I grinned widely and pulled off my bag to place it down by the counter on my way into the living room, my eyes never leaving my male. ~

Qhuinn: [I kicked my feet out in front of me and leaned back on my hands as I waited. Every passing second had my nerves bubbling up even though I knew he wouldn’t laugh. That wasn’t who he was. I also knew he wouldn’t run. That was all me. It still didn’t mean I couldn’t be nervous. This was practically our first real date. Unless you wanted to count a burger at a dive restaurant when I told him about the shit I went through or a trip through hell that landed both our asses in the hospital. And I really didn’t want to count those. I swore I could sense him the nearer he got to the door. I sat a little straighter, my senses on full alert. I watched the knob turn and held my breath as it swung open. My grin grew at his reaction and the moment I saw that phone slide into his pocket I knew I did okay with everything. I raised a brow right back] Are you saying you’d rather I put my shirt back on? I thought you’d enjoy a little show with your meal

[I wiggled my brows and then lifted a hand to crook a finger at him as I willed the door to lock behind him. I then patted the pillow next to me. A million responses to his question went through my mind but I knew if I gave the most honest, we’d never get to the food. And for what I had planned, food was definitely going to be needed.] I want you everywhere I can have you, you should know that by now. But first, we’ll eat and then, we’ll explore those other options.

Dehv: ~ I laughed at the question and shook my head. Instead of answering, I tugged off my coat to let it drop by my bag, and then started to move closer. I allowed my gaze to travel around the lights and pillows and Qhuinn’s home. We hadn’t managed to get away, and normally we went back to mine when we could get away, or just crashed at the training centre. It was rare we travelled this far away from the mansion in order to get time to ourselves, so I always found myself looking around, taking in all the things that made up Qhuinn. I tugged at my jumper and shirt, pulling them both over my head at the same time as I dropped to my knees on the blanket, my grin never leaving my face. “I do like a show with my food. As long as it doesn’t distract me. Some slave driver worked us hard in our session today, and I’m pretty hungry.” I winked and threw my clothes over to join my bag, tuggin my phone from my pocket so I didn’t sit on it and then settled my butt on one of the pillows. Once I was down, I started working on my shoes so I could get comfortable. “I am sure I will have thought of some extra options by the time we’ve eaten. But whatever you have in there, it smells delicious. Honestly. I’m used to getting the good food from Fritz, but I wasn’t expecting this from you.” I laughed and leaned closer to steal a kiss, knowing Qhuinn would probably laugh at his legendary inability to cook rather than clock me one.

Once I was satisfied with how comfortable we both were, relaxed in the warmth, I turned my attention to the food placed in front of me. I looked over the various meats, bread, cheese and hot food that spanned one of the blankets, and groaned in happiness. “Holy shit. I needed this right now. Thank you.” I grinned and grabbed a plate, filling it with a little of everything so I could move back and let Qhuinn get in to the food as well. I needed to keep my mind on the food, and off my male though, so I stuffed a bit of ham in my mouth before speaking, “So, did you see that I kicked ass with unconventional weaponry? Tell me honestly, has anyone ever gone for the fun weapons before? Because I think we kicked ass today. Minus the idiot who tried to main me, or the ones that tried to take you down. Excitement all around tonight. It’s a miracle we got out when we did.” ~

Qhuinn: [I didn’t think he’d tell me to put my shirt on but his answer was even better. I would never tire of watching my male strip down though now I actually got to appreciate it without having to do it in discreetly. Nope, I got to ogle my male like I hadn’t in fuck knows how long. And ogle I did. I may have even let out a low growl too, but damn. When he finally joined me on the blanket and spoke, I threw my head back and laughed] Yeah, I hear your trainer is a real pain in the ass. Though with that class…

[I raised a brow and grinned wide] I’ll only mildly distract you while we eat. I had Fritz cook for us for a reason. I wanted you to actually survive this meal and we both know had I cooked, we’d end up at UGH more likely than not and I don’t know about you, but I’m damn tired of that place right about now.

[I gave a nod before leaning in to that kiss, grinning wide against Dehv’s lips. Twice…twice I’d tried to cook a quick something for us between classes in the small kitchen off the training center and twice I’d set off the sprinklers and set off the alarms. Cooking was not my forte. It was much safer to ask the doggen or to order take out. I could readily admit that one. I grabbed a plate after Dehv tucked in and filled it up, grateful the doggen knew to make plenty for two hungry ass males. I had just stuffed a large bite of a steak sandwich into my mouth when Dehv asked about his fight and nearly choked on the laughter that threatened. I chewed slowly as if truly contemplating how to answer, then took another bite as I watched him. It was one of the things that made him, Davidson and Nhick stand out from the others. They thought outside the box, nearly every time we had drills. I wasn’t sure whose influence that was either. It’s what we needed more of in the Brotherhood though. Which is partly why I was allowed to run my class as I did, slightly off the cuff of the others. If it proved successful, hopefully I’d get even more leeway next term. I finished off my sandwich and wiped my mouth all while watching my male, knowing my silence was likely testing his oh so non-existent patience and shrugged a shoulder as I hid my grin] Meh, you did alright.

[I couldn’t help it and I barely managed to get the words out before a snicker slipped out] Honestly, no, no one has ever gone for the fun weapons before. Most stick to what they know. What’s expected. As for those assclowns…it pisses me off status gets you certain leeway still. They shoulda been bounced ages ago, but nope, gotta have prove or the glymera gets all shitty about it.

Dehv: ~ I grinned and stuck another piece of cheese in my mouth, savouring the taste. I’d probably polish off the entire platter if I wasn’t so hooked on manners. They’d been drilled into me when I was trying to make an impression with the humans for all these years, while also trying to blend in. It wasn’t easy to do, since I had to move around often enough not to have my face recognised, or enough that I could pretend I was a cousin or doppelganger. That was always a fun story to run with over and over again. I’d often wondered how others of my kind managed it, I found out all about doggen and by then I’d found it far too weird to have someone else in my home. Though having someone own my home and allow that to just run seemed like a really good idea. I’d have to look into that, though it would be a hoop and a half to jump through to transfer all my assets to someone else. It wasn’t like it was just a house, I had an entire empire I had been running from behind the scenes for years. I grabbed another slice of ham, wrapping it around a cube of cheese then dipped it into some of the various dips on offer. The whole meal was relaxed and comfortable, and I was enjoying not having to shove the food in my face in minutes. I had been on edge for the last 6 months and it had caused me to put habits into my day to day life that I wasn’t impressed with. I now barely tasted my food, instead eating what was quick and easy to make, polish off and tidy so I was able to be on call with minutes notice. I realised I was really having to make an effort to slow down and actually enjoy the taste of the food, not to mention the eye candy of the company. I couldn’t ignore that. I kept my eyes on Qhuinn as he took his time answering me. The slight twitch in my foot the only indication I’d give him that my patience was running thin. He’d know that already, and the fact I couldn’t hide that from him would amuse him. When the answer eventually fell from his mouth, I was already throwing a square of cheese at him before the snicker slipped out. I laughed right along with him, watching the cheese bounce off his head while he continued to talk. I didn’t even try to hide my amusement, instead leaning over to grab the stray piece of cheese and eat it while I tramped down the growl at the thought of the idiots who had made class awkward the last few runs. “They should have been taken out a long ass time ago. But I am glad they fucked up this time. If it had been any other brother they might not have got off quite as lightly. I can imagine Z might have knocked them down with a bit more blood being spilled. They’ve got powerful families behind them though, so they might be back if they can be on their best behaviour. As for Jhasper, he needs to reign it in before I get properly pissed. I thought he’d blown out my knee today, not to mention the lovely split to my lip I now have to nurse for a few days while it opens up every time I smile. You did well though, keeping your temper in check. Proud of you.” I winked at Qhuinn and waggled my brows. Teasing my male about his famous lack of control always amused me, just as much as he liked teasing me about my lack of patience.~

Qhuinn: [I should have seen the cheese lob coming, but I was too amused at the lack of patience Dehv displayed. I nodded in agreement and picked up one of the tiny cake things, shoving in my mouth before I answered] Yeah, that’s probably why they had me handle it. A, they knew the idiots wouldn’t start shit with the other Brothers around not like they do with me because of who I am and B, Z definitely would have done some damage to them before they were taken down and then Wrath would have had to clean it up. This way, they saw it all happen and my ass is covered.

[I let out a low growl and rolled on the floor closer to my male as he brought up the other incident. Jhasper would be a good fighter for the brotherhood if he managed to pull his head out of his ass. Right now he was striking out because of hurt feelings for some reason, or at least that’s how it felt. He seemed to go after Dehv with a passion I’d not seen in him before. And yeah, I wanted to rip his head from his shoulders when I heard the crunch to Dehv’s knee, but I knew I couldn’t interfere. I probably still had the marks on my palms from my nails digging in but I managed. I stole a quick kiss, skimming the busted lip of his and grumbled] He’s lucky that I respect you and the Brotherhood or he’d have been a blood splatter on the floor. But I promised you and Wrath I’d let you hold your own in the class and not interfere unless I had to. I think I deserve some kind of freaking reward after this one though.

[I nodded and flashed a cheeky grin at him as I nudged his shoulder] Then again…you are injured now, not sure you’re up for celebrating a free evening with me now and who knows if they’ll really let us spring free of the hell that’s been our schedule lately…

Dehv: ~ I kept eating as I listened, nodding in agreement with basically everything he said. “They did go after you and got off lightly. Z wouldn’t have held back, but then again, that might have been enough for them to learn their lesson. I’m glad that they were stupid enough to take you on with witnesses while in the training centre. Much easier to prove than if they’d have jumped you on rotation. I know that none of us were feeling confident about being out on the street with either of them. I’m not entirely sure they’d have protected our backs or seen just how well we fought on our own while they watched.” I shook my head and reached for one of the little olives that was stuffed with some super hot chili. It burned on my tongue, then heated a trail down to my stomach. It wasn’t long before I just picked up the little pot to polish off the rest.

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face when Qhuinn rolled closer through, that growl telling me that he wasn’t any more impressed with Jhasper than I was. I nodded yet again and then laughed. “He does seem to have a chip on his shoulder. I’m not sure if it’s just me it’s directed at, but I thought I’d test that next session. Whatever we’re doing, I’ll try and pair with him again.” I nodded and then focused on Qhuinn as he moved closer, my foot stilling instantly when his lips met mine. I growled softly and pressed closer for a minute before speaking. “I think you did just as well as I did when you were jumped. At least you’re used to having to hold back, none of us have a hope in hell of getting the drop on you. But the other trainees have just as much chance at hurting me as I have of hurting them. Think you’ll manage to keep yourself in check if Jhasper has it out for me and it gets worse before it gets better in training?” I chuckled and bumped Qhuinn’s shoulder in return, my teeth grazing over my lower lip, carefully avoiding the area that would he healed before the next training session. “Oh you don’t have to worry about that one. It’s been months since we actually got more than a quick half hour in a cupboard. They’ll give us tonight, they canceled a class for us. If there’s an emergency, they’ll call us in, but only if the others can’t cover it. Lets move this somewhere that will mean I don’t get food in places it’s not welcome, and you can check me over to ensure I’m not more hurt than you originally thought.” ~

Qhuinn: Or Z would have put them in the hospital and we’d have had a whole shit ton of trouble fall down on the Brotherhood. I don’t envy Wrath having to deal with their parents. [shaking my head and then letting loose another low growl at the thought of him purposely setting Jhasper off] If you take him on, you better be prepared otherwise I won’t be responsible for what I do if he hurts you again...Though if you think I’m going to easy on you all, I can certainly change things up with the training.

[I tried not to groan as he tempted fate by bringing up emergencies. Chances were slim. We had enough for patrols but I never wanted to push my luck since it rarely ran my way. Though I sure was planning on taking advantage of very minute we did get away with right now while I could. Only because I didn’t know how long it would last or how long it would be until we caught another night off together, despite technically being right at the end of our probations…Raising a brow and turning a full on predatory look at my male] Now, if you had food in places, I’d be more than happy to lick you clean, but as it happens, I do have a much better place for you in mind. One where I can spread you out and give you that proper inspection that you need. And you won’t even have to worry about the hard wood on your back, old man.

[I stole another kiss with a grin and flashed a wink before popping to my feet and offering a hand]

Dehv: ~ “He’s likely do just that to be fair. He’s not known for his patience, or his control.” I chuckled at the thought, not that I wanted any of the trainees to get hurt. And likely if any of them got hurt, other trainers would get involved to help. But sometimes I felt it would do some good to see just how brutal the brotherhood could be if cornered or forced to fight.

I snorted out loud when Qhuinn mentioned going easy on us all. He kicked our ass week in and week out. No matter who went up against him, often more than one trainee at a time, were knocked to their backs within minutes. It came from growing up fighting no doubt, and then additional training in areas that many of the class had no clue even existed. I wasn’t easy to take down either, but I wasn’t the best in the class by a long shot, though I loved battling with Davidson, Nhick and Qhuinn if I had a choice. But Jhasper needed put in his place, and the more we spared, and the more he injured me, the more I saw that he just had piss poor impulse control when he was losing. “He’ll hurt me again no doubt, because I’ll pull back when I am meant to in training rather than risk a real injury. He won’t because he’s determined to win the fight, no matter the cost. I’d think that’s something that will hopefully get beat out of him as training goes on, but if not it’s something I might have to raise as a concern to Wrath. After I raise it to you of course.” I grinned at Qhuinn and nodded, quickly forgetting that Jhasper even existed. I took the offered hand and stood, brushing off the crumbs from the less easily consumed food between stolen kisses. “Oh you can inspect me any way you want, as often as you want. We’ve got the whole night off, and if you’re lucky I might manage to cancel some of my appointments in the morning so that we can have the whole day off too.” I waggled my brows and linked my fingers with Qhuinn’s, pulling him with me towards the bedroom I knew was located at the back of the flat. I left my bag, and more importantly my phone, out with the food. Hopefully if it rang I’d not hear it and could pretend I had lost it temporarily should the Brotherhood try to contact me. ~

Qhuinn: [I grumbled more as he went on about Jhasper, the anger rolling through me like a tidal wave.] Maybe I’ll make sure to have a little one on one session with him soon. Show him what it means when someone stops holding back and remind him of his position. Not because he’s targeting you, but I can’t have him pulling this shit on anyone, period. It makes me look incompetent and I’m capable of that on my own.

[I flashed a cheeky grin as Dehv laced his fingers with mine and then groaned loudly at the tempting of fates. I pulled my phone from my pocket and flicked the switch to silent before tossing it back on the couch. I didn’t know if that would be enough. I hoped though. I gave Dehv’s fingers a tug before he reached the bedroom and pressed him against the wall, not leaving much room between us as I leaned in to steal a kiss, murmuring against his lips. I was mindful of his injuries but I still need to get close. I had that little niggle in the back of my head that we still only had but a few stolen moments and I intended to savor every one of them.] IF you didn’t just jinx us…now, what can I do to persuade you to cancel a few of those appointments?

Dehv: ~ I listened and processed as Qhuinn spoke. He was right about Jhasper needing to be shown what his temper would do and how it impacted others. I was sure he was learning, I just wasn’t sure exactly what could be done to teach him. Being beaten down by Qhuinn might not be the best way to go, as it would likely spark more anger. “Maybe just take him aside as a one to one conversation about it? I know that if you beat my ass deliberately and as you can do, I’d end up embarrassed. And if I had Jhasper’s lack of control in the classroom, I’d get even worse with others. I don’t know, you’re the teacher, so do whatever you feel works. Wrath probably has some pointers, but you don’t look incompetent, no one is saying or thinking that. You sorted out those idiots without breaking a sweat, and without making anyone in the class feel like they weren’t safe.” I nodded, my smile huge as I moved closer to the bedroom and grinned at Qhuinn. I really wanted to feel confident that we’d have the whole night and through the next day, but I knew the Brotherhood, and if they didn’t call his friends down at UGH might.

Instead of wallowing I growled softly when Qhuinn tugged me closer and the wall stopped my backwards motion. I had no issues with the pain that still shot from my lip now and again, it would be healed soon enough, and the pain was fun when added to every other feeling that radiated through every nerve. I chuckled between kisses and used my free arm to curl around Qhuinn’s back, sliding my fingers firmly over all that hard muscle. “I’d never jinx us, nope.” I grinned widely, my brows wiggling playfully before I pushed away from the wall slightly to close the tiny distance between us, pushing gently to guide us both through the bedroom door. “I think you can start by showing me how much you’ve missed me over the last 6 months.” ~ #StealingTime

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Baggage

[The angel was gone. Okay so he wasn’t gone for good, but more so picking up his shit so he could move in. I was still surprised that Wrath had allowed it. Then again saying no to his Shellan was not an option. And hell she liked Malys. Or Malachi. That's what he liked to be called and I needed to remember to start saying that. As for me, I spent a night on rotation that was filled with slicing and dicing up some Lessers. It was hard to stay focused knowing that the angel was off somewhere on his own. I mean I know he can handle himself, I just wanted him back with me already.

So I decided to shower and catch up on some reading once I was home. Though that didn’t last very long. I was distracted and quite frankly feeling sick to my stomach. With him gone it seemed like all my demons returned with even more baggage. Which was my past. How could I be with such a male of worth when I was far from it myself? How could I explain to him what happened to me? He will run away for sure once I spill my guts. I mean why would he want to touch someone so tainted like myself.

Setting down my book as I laid my head back onto the bed. My eyes shifted over to the spot in the corner of the room that was once was filled with a pallet and skull. And soon the past came back, the year was 1802….

Opening my eyes, seeing the ceiling above me. Scanning over the thin bars that were inset into stone. The dungeon..I was in the dungeon. Why was I in here? Turning my head to the right as the large oak door opens just a bit as someone peers in. Soft whispers were heard and I shift up to see what all the commotion was. That's when I notice I was being held down by something and then the stinging of the needle kicks in. Oh no...Scribe Virgin of the fade, please no. The blacksmith was tattooing the marks of a blood slave on all my drinking points. Just as he finishes up with a wrist I began to thrash around. Hearing his deep voice fills my ears “Settle slave! I shall not be whipped for a fault that’d be not mine own!” My voice cracks]

Please! I beg of you! [Soft golden eyes grew sad then a scared look forms on my face as I heard a laugh. A soft laugh that came from a female. The door swings open wide now. Watching as the Mistress moved in wearing a long white gown. She slowly makes her way over to me, placing a hand on my inner thigh. I blinked, looking down to see that I was bare. Quickly I look up and she all but purrs “Yellow eyes...so rare.” Her hand cups my length and I jerked against the hard surface. No no no.]

Please...I have work to do! [She smirks “Yes you do. My blood slave had an accident today...so you will be moved into his quarters” She looks around “Clean him up” Gasping softly I feel my eyes sting with tears as her men step forward now. Washing my body with their rough large hands. Only when I was clean do they then pour the oil all over my naked body. Making sure that every inch of me was covered. I closed my eyes, feeling embarrassed, humiliated, and ashamed. Though quickly my head snaps back as I felt someone get on top of me. It was the Mistress. Her hand moving down to grab a hold of my length. Stroking me as her men begin to touch themselves. No...no Scribe no. This can’t be happening. This cannot be my destiny.

Rolling over in bed as I let out a shaky breath. Trying to scrub the memory from my mind as my hand rubbed over my scarred face. Why would the angel want to touch me? I didn’t understand it. I didn’t understand anything that I was feeling. It was all new to me. Quickly I jolt up as I hear a knock at my bedroom door. Only to catch my breath as I heard my twin’s voice on the other side. “Zsadist?” Clearing my throat as I call out in a raspy tone.]

Yeah. [Throwing my feet over the edge of the bed before getting up and moving over to greet my brother. When the door opens I watch as his face goes through so many emotions. Happy, sad, concerned, and finally a somewhat content look. Trying to play it off like he wasn’t upset ‘cause he knew how much that pissed me off at times. Though I didn’t want that version of my brother right now.]

I’m going to be scarred forever aren’t I? [I blurted out, watching as my twin’s golden eyes go wide. Suddenly the sad look returns. “Z…” He trails off then tentatively places a hand on my shoulder. I allow it without even stiffening up. Soon my arms move almost mechanically. Wrapping around Phury before I pull him tight against me. I heard a soft gasp fell from his lips and without even hesitation he hugged me right back. We stayed like that for awhile until I broke the silence.]

I don’t want to fuck it up. Which I know somehow I will, so I think it’s best if I don’t do anything. [Phury shifted back, his eyes finding mine again. “If that's what you want. Though may I say something?” I nodded. “Take a risk. Even if you just have a nice time. You are not nothing no matter how much you may think it, brother mine. And if anyone thinks otherwise then they aren’t worth a moment of your time.” He knew. Of course he knew. Letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.]

Okay maybe i’m not nothing, but am I enough? [He nodded in response before I even got all of the words out. “Yes. Yes my brother, you are enough. Always have been. You aren’t perfect but newsflash, no one is.” He shifted on his prosthetic leg almost to make a point. I nodded back slowly then lifts my head as I hear a noise downstairs. Inhaling the air to get hit with the scent of the angel. He had returned. Phury smiled then pulled back. “Have a nice night Z. I have to get back to the Chosens.” Turning my attention back towards my twin.]

Phury? [He looks back up. “Yes, Z?” Clearing my throat as I step out into the hallway, closing my bedroom door behind me.] Don’t say anything to the others. Just...not quite ready for that yet. [Hell I didn’t even know if the angel felt the same way about me as I did him. Phury chuckles and turns towards the stairs. “I won’t. But I will say you know as I do that our brothers aren’t that dumb. Well...Rhage sometimes makes that statement hard, but still.” He laughs at his joke then looks back at me. “If you keep smelling and acting like a bonded male they are for sure going to pick up on what's doing, true?” Rolling my golden eyes as my twin laughs his ass all the way down the stairs.]

Yeah, yeah. [Muttering under my breath before I move to search for Malachi.]

#SLS

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dsmadmin · 3 years

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Written by: @TohrmentNLoss , @FadeWhalker , @RhageDSM , @RsBloodslave & @RoyalSonWrath Summary: Bitty's agony from being tortured brought Tohrment back from the fade.

Bitty:

Clad in leather she leaned against the wall next to the door, foot propped up. Four large lesser’s ready for the night. Baseball bats, large knives and some just their fists. I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms. They wouldn’t make a dent in the vampires, my race. But she didn’t care what happened to them. Sure they were my family now. But that didn’t mean I was going to help them out. There were only two I would answer too. The forelesser and the master. That was all nothing more. And these dumbasses could die for all I fucked cared.

With a sigh I spoke. My voice dead even, though her broken soul cried out. “Hurry up. Let’s go.”

Kicking off the wall and pulling the door open hard, it slammed against the wall. I walked out, they could damn will follow me and I didn’t care if they didn’t.

The night swallowed my tiny form. As I closed my eyes, through my body into the wind. I dematted and reformed on the streets of Caldwell. Once I walked the streets protecting. Now? I was what went bump in the night. It brought a smirk to my face, I loved it.

I heard the cussing before they showed their ugly ass faces. I groaned, as one of the fuckers spoke. “Do you always have to do that shit.” I rolled my eyes and flipped the asshole off. “Yes, I do. Because it pisses your ass off.” I walked off with them in tow. They were loud as they followed behind me. They were a pain in my ass.

The music from the clubs poured from the clubs. Humans and vampires alike roamed the streets and alleys. Drugs exchanged hands, humans shot up and moans of pleasure could be heard mixing with the music.

The one thing I cared about right now? Feeding. I couldn’t feed of the nasty black blood of the fucking lesser’s. I would find my own food. I looked down each alley. Just one male, that was all that I needed. Though if I was honest, I had to force myself to. They were never enough for me.

I spotted one coming out of the club. With the lick of my lips and pang in my fangs. I followed the male to his car in the back. The assholes followed. This wasn’t going to be pretty. I chuckled to myself. The male noticed the smell of the asshole’s. Turning fast, he bared his fangs. Clicking my tongue. “Tsk tsk. Now is that a nice greeting?” He growled low in his throat. “Oooo trying to scare me? Won’t work.” I lunged the moment that he did. Wrapping my legs around him. Clinging to him, I shoved his head to the side and sunk my fangs into his neck. Groaning the moment that blood touched my tongue. I both hated it and loved it. It tasted vile, but I craved the blood. But it made my stomach knot.

Long hard pulls, the male screamed and tried to pull me off. I just sunk even deeper into his neck. Then all of s sudden, like a dagger through my heart and very soul. I was rocked to my very core. I let go of the male. A great tugging made me run. I ignored the the yells of the asshole’s. I ran as fast as I could to the edge of town. The tugging only got greater the more I ran. I needed to get to this pull. It was deep need. I didn’t know what, I needed to get there.

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For the past three nights. I have stood at the edge of town, as long as I could. I stood there, each day it grew, I felt it coming closer and closer. Nothing would pull me from this spot. I had to know, it drove me each night. I might be going crazy. But I knew this what I needed to do.

Tohr: I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. One moment it was dark, next it was fucking bright bright as fuck. Well, no. Not bright, but bright. When you’re used to pitch black, even the stars in the sky were bright as fuck for you. My eyes blinked., and I looked around the surrounding area. What the fuck? It looked to be a farmland, nothing but land surrounding me. Where the fuck was I? My mouth throbbed, slowly I reached up and felt my fangs. ‘Vampire…’ The word was whispered into my head. Shaking my head slowly, I got up, stumbled, then righted myself only to fall on my ass once more. Stability. Yay. I tired a few more times before succeeding to stand. My stomach burned, thirst throbbed my fangs. ‘Move!’ She needs your help!’ I followed the advice and began to run. It was more instinctive then by choice. All I kept thinking was where was I, who was I? Oh did I forget to mention that I do not now my own name? Nor do I know where the fuck I came from? I had been on the road now three days, well, nights. Every night, I find shelter the best I can, the thirst was getting worse by the day. Every night the urge to save her, whomever the fuck her was, was too intense to not rush. I just wish I knew whom the fuck I was supposed to save, or whoever I fucking was do I knew what the fuck to do.

Tohr: The nights merged into one helluva nightmare. I didn't know why, or what but the fucking thirst was getting worse and worse by the fall of the sun. The heart beat of every living thing echoed through out my skull, begging me to end its life to feed mine. Tonight found me in the Woods where the harsh sound of a loud drum pounded through my senses. Whatever it was, was fucking huge. My fangs dropped as I chased it. Moving silently through the foliage, I began the hunt. After spotting a buck, who looked injured from an arrow, the blood almost knocked me Off my ass. Saliva filled my mouth. Just as I was about to make my kill, the sounds of others came, they were also silent, as if tracking. "This way!" I heard one cry out. I hid back into the darkness as another arrow struck the deer, this time in a vital spot, killing it Instantly. As the hunters came to collect their trophy, my eyes narrowed. No. With a hiss, I attacked. An arrow speared through my side, but I ignored it as I reached the humans, and grabbed one and biting into it. The delicious taste of the coppery scented blood made me hunger For more. With my speed, I dodged more shots and killed each human, but one, by drinking their blood. My veins burned as the strength was revitalizing my nervous system, I could tell there was lacking strength but enough for me to run once more. However, I stayed. I did not Believe in wasting, so I began to skin the deer and cook the meat for another form of sustenance. /Home, save her./ kept reverberating inside my skull, but right now I ignored those words. After all, I didn't know where home was. So what was the rush to find a place of no memory Or of no consequence for me.

-Wrath sat listening to Vishous bitch about something he wasn't really listening he had other things on his mind. Another phone call came in from the council and he told V he'd need to come back. Wrath leaned back in his chair and put his shitkickers up on the edge of the desk. He wondered what they wanted now. There was enough going on here for him to worry about without adding whatever they were riled up about. To hear from them the sky was falling everytime they called and most of it turned out to be bullshit. Mind drifting, they'd been looking for Bitty for weeks now and still were unable to find her. He knew Rhage was a disaster walking but each night he and the others would go out looking for her and hunting down lessers and each night they'd come back covered in black ink but without Bitty. As the very formal voice on the other end began to speak he weaved a vivid story of a “Szörnyeteg” which was Hungarian for monster. Peasant farmers had gone missing at night while out in the forest bating for hunts. Their corpses had been found and a identical holes found spaced four inches apart were found on each of the bodies.

That got Wrath's attention, he took his boots down and sat up jaw set listening now. It sounded like a rogue vampire but without more details and someone in the field they couldn't be sure. Taking a deep breath, he mulled it over. He'd need to send a team to see what was going on. Poenari Fortress (Cetatea Poenari) was not far from the attacks and would be where the Brothers would need to meet the Shadows. Hanging up he called in Rhage, Zsadist and Little Wrath in and explained the situation. They were to pack and get their gear ready to ship out tonight. He assured Rhage the other brothers would continue to search for Bitty while he was gone.

Zsadist: I was already so fucking spaced with dealing with my own demons when Wrath sends us on a fucking wild goose hunt. "Could it be an animal?" I asked Wrath. I scrubbed my hand through my skull trim, before looking at Rhage out the corner of my eye. This could not have fucking come The worst time since we were also busting our asses trying to find Bitty. Each day she was gone, it tore Rhage up, and I could see it. "You ready Rhage?" I asked, if he wasn't wanting to go, I'd make sure he'd stay here to help find his daughter.

LW:

*The mansion hasn’t been the same since shit went down with the loss of Mary. Then the same night Bitty goes missing. He worried for Bitty, she was so small compared to the males of the house. Sure she could hold her own. But this gone on way to long. She needed to be home. Rhage hasn’t stopped looking for his little girl. He was changed that night, hell all in mansion were changed.

LW, leaned against the wall as he listened. In times like these, he was more like his father. He didn’t speak, he took in everything. Crossing his large arms over his chest. He looked to his Uncle Z. He spoke.* I don’t think they would call if it was an animal attack. *He would rather be here looking for his family. But he also knew this was part of his job. And they all knew that with this, it could expose their race. And they couldn’t have that. It would bring the humans right to their door step. And hell if he would let that shit happen.*

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Bitty: *I stepped out into the dark. Breathing deeply, pain shot through my side. Tenderly I placed my hand on right side. The bones shifted underneath my touch. Dried blood clung to the corner of my lips and chin. Why couldn’t I fucking tell them. I opened my mouth so many times. And nothing came out. Fists, steel bars and bases ball bats rained down on my body. If I would have just told them, told them where my once family was, show them where. I would have been standing on the mansion steps. I would have the blood of my once families on my hands. I be bathing in their blood. Watching the light wink out in their eyes. But something stopped me. Tied my tongue and closed my throat.

After the nights of beatings, of torture once again. I was locked up for days. Only now was I let out. I had down wrong. Not giving them what they wanted.

I was at war with myself. Memories of the past bringing up a life that I no longer had. Of a family that was no longer mine. Was it ever?

The hurt fed into my anger. I boiled and shook with it now. That damn fucking pull wouldn’t go away. And it drove me fucking nuts. That I couldn’t get to it. That I couldn’t stand at the edge of town and stare down a path no one came down.

/Come...home../ The words whispered in my head. Shutting my eyes tightly, I gripped my head in my hands. Growling deeply, “Fuck..off!” I was tired of hearing it, every time in my waking hell. I had a place in this fucking world now. And that damn fucking voice, the memories wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone.

Over and over again it whispered into my mind. I screamed and ran into the night, it swallowed me whole. My mind was being ripped in fucking two. Body aching, my thighs burned as I ran. I didn’t know where I was. I had just ran and far as I could.

There I stood at the back of ZeroSum. What the fuck was I doing here? The music bumped against the walls. Hands at my side as panted, hands balling into fists. I shook with force to keep myself from stepping into the club.

Lost in my thoughts and hellish memories. I didn’t hear or smell the vampire behind me. A large hand fell into my shoulder. Whipping around, without a second thought I gripped the large males wrist, pulling it back. Hearing the bones break. My face a mask of fury. “Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me!” I forced the words through my teeth as the male screamed. A sick smirk spread across my lips. He feel to his knees. I loved seeing the pain in his eyes. This was me, this is who I was. The fuckers made me into my true self. Not that weak fucking vampire that cared and loved.

The ache in my fangs made its self known. The fuckers didn’t feed me. My throat growling dry. So fucking hungry.

My fangs punched out of my mouth. Drool poured from my mouth, as I forced the males neck to the side. Leaning forward, I could smell his fucking blood. It made me groan. Just as I was about to strike his neck. A voice whispered in my head.

/This..isn’t you./

I pushed the voice aside. As it spoke again. /This..isn’t you./

I screamed and discarded the male. Panting my chest rose and fell fast and hard. The male held his broken hand to his chest, looking at me with fear in eyes.

/This..isn’t you./

Nashing my teeth together, I ran once again. Finding an ally to hide myself. Sinking down to the dirty, needle covered ground. I gripped my head once again. Shaking my head.*

“Fucking stop. Stop!! Stop!!”

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Tohrment: The nights were hell. The days were worse. My dreams were haunting me, but the only thing that remained were the emotions that I didn't understand. At night, the hunger got worse and this time I really began to kill people. My chest ached painfully, my heart felt like it was Being torn by unknown hooks. I didn't want to sleep, but I sure in the fuck didn't want to be awake either. The more I fed, the more I slipped into the darkness that surrounded me. I didn't mind though, it wasn't like I had something to lose.

/You idiot!/ I told the ever Annoying and present voice to fuck off. I wasn't fucking pinocchio, I didn't need a mother fucking jiminy cricket on my fucking shoulder! Tonight, I came across a torn down mansion. For some reason, it felt like I knew it, but did I? Why?

Rhage: -Rhage merely nodded at Zsadist and left with him and LW to get their gear together. He worked in silence, and as they boarded the jet he sank into a quiet state. Hours ticked by and he was stiff from being on the plane so long. They'd had to wait out the sun once they'd landed before taking a transport to Poenari Fortress (Cetatea Poenari). Arriving as the moon was full over head they descended into the darkness of the castle structure built into the mountain. As they stood by the Shadows getting report he looked at the old map they had rolled out on the table. Splitting up would cover more ground but they were sure what they were facing. Speaking to Zsadist and LW.- Split up or search together?

Zsadist: I just studied Rhage after getting my gear together. All through the plane ride I say by the window. Opposite from.Rhage, and when we got to where we were going to use as a base. I put my bags in one room, I didn't know where Rhage out his shyte. "I can team up with the kid, and You go the opposite location. I don't think the kid has been here. "

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LW: *Duffle bag of gear ready. He said by to his Father and Mahmen, before they headed out. Jet set and ready to go. This was the first for him. He wasn’t nervous, but it was unsettling to say the least.

Loading up, he kicked back in a seat long legs resting on the seat across from him. Closing his eyes, he rested as much as he could. Long nights of looking for Bitty and his sister, was taking a toll. Though none knew he was looking for his missing sister. And he would keep it that way.

Needless to say, LW didn’t care much for flying. Stuck on it for hours at a time. When they landed he was grateful. This was his first time out of the country. And nothing to be excited about it.

Once to the location, he dropped his duffle bag. He walked over and leaned over the map that Rhage had rolled out. A throwing star twirling between his thumb and forefinger. Arching a heavy brow at Z. Rubbing his face with his free hand.* We don’t know what we’re facing here. With that knowledge and the knowledge of those killed. I think it’s best we stick together. Yes, it will take longer. However, we don’t even go solo against the fuckers back home. Of Rhage gets into deep shit, we wouldn’t get to him fast enough. He would beast out, then that leads to shit we don’t need. Especially if he’s seen by the locals. *he flicked his gaze to Rhage and hoped he understood. He wasn’t trying to be a fucking asshole.*

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Bitty: *I didn’t know how long I sat on the fucking nasty ground, curled and shaking. I was going fucking crazy. Voices being heard, emotions stabbed at my heart and soul. As time passed, I willed this feelings away. Anger was easier to deal with. Hot and burning I gripped and held on tight.

Pushing off the ground, I dusted myself off. Focusing on my anger, the one male I knew to cause all of this shit. A sick smirk grew across my face. Oh I was going to find him. Take like he took for me.

The night swallowed my tiny form. Walking around the corner. I was going to find, the male that was once my Uncle. He was going to pay for what he did to me. What he fucking took from me. And there was nothing no one could do about it.*

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Rhage: I don't need a babysitter kid. More people are going to die if we don't find the vampire responsible for this. He isn't going to be able to take me on and win. The two of you together can take down anyone. Besides I'm fucking immortal there's nothing to worry about. The beast has been very calm lately.

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Zsadist: I crossed my arms, and waited till until these two figured out, but then changed my mind. "You know what, you two go hunt. I'll happily go hunting on my own." I shrugged.

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LW: *With a curt nod, Rhage knew himself better then anyone. Not one for talking unless it was called for. He padded his Uncle on the back. He then proceeded to ready for hunting. They had to find this fucker. Because if they didn’t. It would draw even more attention. And to be honest. He wanted to be back home. Finding Bitty and his sister. He couldn’t do that on the other side of the world.

Z’s words made him stop and look at his Uncle. This was not the time for shit like this. We had a plan and we were going to do it.* To bad you’re stuck with me. *With that he left the room. Leaning on the wall as he waited.*

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Bitty: *As I walked through the streets. Looking for the one male, that fucker that took everything from me. All I had left was my family after../he/ went to the fade. He broke the last of me. I wanted nothing more, then to take his very life from him.

With my body tense, I looked and looked. The more I did and I didn’t find the bastard. The more pissed off I became.

He was probably sitting at the mansion, cuddled up with him. That only made my blood boil and my body shake.

He was the reason I was here right now. He was the reason I lost everything. And i fucking hated him for it. His blood would be on my hands. And I would smile as he took his last breaths. And he would damn will know, what he took from me. He was /mine/.*

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Rhage: -Rhage looked over at Zsadist and frowned he acted sullen and pissed off. Once Little Wrath passed and went out Rhage walked over to his beloved and cupped his jaw. Eyes searching his as a thumb stroked his skin.- What has my nallum in such a foul mood? You should go with Wrath not because I do not want you at my side but because he is our King's son and the next in line to take the throne. I don't even like the idea we are so few out here for that reason alone. Were he to be captured or killed it would be a severe blow to the Brotherhood. There is no one trust more Zsadist to watch over him. But we need to cover more ground my love. I won't be to far ever from you. -Hoping Zsadist understood his thinking on this matter, he leaned down and brushed his lips over the others.- Be careful nallum.

-Letting go he walked outside taking in the cold night air the forest ahead of them dark and eerie. Inhaling deeply he could smell the water in the air, the scent of a deer not far away but nothing that clued him into what they searched for. Squeezes Little Wrath's shoulder.- You've got nothing to prove Prince. Stick with Zsadist. -Moving on he carried his bag out into the darkness and disappeared into the mist listening for anything that sounded off. Demating to the first village of a known attack he circled the outskirts to see if anything looked off. The people had lit and had guards posted, smart. Nodding in appreciation of their diligence he demated deeper into the forest and got a whiff of fresh blood. Moving as quietly as a person of his size could through the tree's he looked at the ground to pick up a trail.-

Z: I rub my head, grabbing my shyte, I walked out of the room and looked at the kid. "Come on. We got work to do." I told him before walking the opposite way of Rhage. With one look back, I said a small prayer to whomever was listening that Rhage would be alright by himself.

Little Wrath: *His eyes flicked up from the throwing star that rested from between his fingers. His Father, Wrath, had taught him how to throw. This would be the first time he was so far away from his family. And he was having trouble dealing with it. He gripped the emotions and locked down with all he had. This was not the time to deal with them.

He watched as Rhage came and walked over to him. Meeting his Uncle’s eyes. He took to heart what he said.* Yes, Uncle. *Watching him leave. He hated that he was alone. But he really wasn’t. He just hoped that his stayed safe.

Pushing off the wall he rested against, as Z spoke. Without a word, he walked scanning the trees around him.

The scents of the forest, the creatures assaulted his nose. But nothing was out of place. Deeper he pushed into the forest that surrounded them. This was going to be a long night.*

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Bitty: *The streets of Caldwell where empty all expect the party goers. She searched and searched. Each ally, behind buildings. The fucker was no where to be found. That only pissed her off even more. The deeper she went, she caught the scent of her dad and that bastard.

She didn’t know the building that she stood in front of. The smell of blood filled the air, as she stepped inside. The scent of them was faint. Under the baby powder. Black blood covered every surface she looked at.

Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked through, spotting a opened door. Walking over and through the door. Flashes of pain, her blood that covered the floor. The burning of her body, acid eating away of her flesh and tissue. She panted hard, chest rising and falling faster. Why was the fucker here? Could they be looking for her? The thought made her laugh, with no humor. They didn’t give a fuck about her. Rage boiled through her veins. That fucker was going to be hers.

Stepping out, she dematted back to the lessers. The night was a fucking and bust. Storming to her room. Slamming the door. She whispered.* I’m coming for you fucker. And they are going to watch me take your life with a fucking smile on my face.

Rhage -The forest was alive and vibrant, yellowed eyed owls sat in their tree's talking amongst themselves. "Hoot, hoot!" -Rhage moved closer in on a house when the forest went /quiet/, something was wrong. Hair stood up on the back of his neck as he looked around eyes narrowing as he sniff the air. A familiar scent that shouldn't be emerged sending flashes of memory. It couldn't be... A twig snapped and he growled low moving in the direction he was sensing held one of their kind.-

Tor - I continued to make my way through the big cities, feeding from the females, killing them. I heard them talking about a vampiric killer, and I couldn't help but to laugh. Only if the weak knew what hunted them. And they are so pathetic because they are still out in the streets At night. However I found myself in the woods near the big house. Tonight was different, I could feel it. Inhaling the air, I smelled a familiar scent. I bared my fangs and chased after it with a dark snarl.

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Zsadist: Something stirred in the dark night. Something that I didn't like. I looked at the Prince, curious to know. The scent of stale, human blooded invaded my senses. "Keep up!" I called out as I darted towards the scent.

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Little Wrath: *The smell of human blood hit his nose. Wanting to roll his eyes. Sure he young, but he knew to keep up. But you also can’t run into fucking shit. If you do, bad shit happens. And he wasn’t go to let Z run head first into shit.

He kicked his ass into gear. Shit kickers pounding on the forest floor. The scent becoming stronger the closer we got. It almost made him want to gag. What in the fuck did this shit? It wasn’t going to be good, that he knew.*

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Bitty: *My nights were filled with searching. Feeding on her kind and leaving them to what fate was to become them. I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care what happened to others. My new family, I found my own place. I learned of them, what they were all about. Deeper I fell into the darkness that has stained my tattered and broken soul. This is who I was now. Each night the streets ran with the blood of my race. A race that I felt no longer apart of. The hallow blackness ate away and consumed who I once was. I no longer was the Bitty they knew. I had turned into their and my worst fears. Like my father that was left for the sun. I forced myself away from the street that leads into Caldwell. What was coming would meet the point of my daggers as would my once family. They would feel my pain and anger.*

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Tohrment: The sudden feel of aggression had me striking out once more, even though I normally stayed close. This intense emotion to hurt had me demolishing a whole village rd unexpected people. My fangs, throat and chest was covered in blood when I realized what I had done. This time I ran. I ran in fear from the castle and village. This wasn't me. The guilt that settled in my bones was proof enough. 'This wasn't me...'was my last thought before I blacked out mentally and closed down the human inside of me..

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Rhage: -He came to an abrupt stop as the carnage lay before him. It had been a massacre. He knelt down sensing a barely beating heart from a young woman. Her throat was ripped open, somehow the attack hadn’t severed the carotid artery but had nicked veins. She was drowning in her own blood. He took her hand in his and held as she took her last breath. His heart clenched for a moment imagining this his own daughters fate. Pure anguish took over. They had to find and put an end to whatever was doing this.-

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Zsadist: Something slammed into me, not physically, but pain. Strong, strong pain. Looking around to LW, I wondered if he felt it as well. Seeing a small trail of blood, I followed it to find a dead female. This one was drained of blood, but it looked older. Like it was done awhile ago. What the fuck was going on? Who the fuck was killing these...people? I scrubbed my face and grunted. We needed to find this bastard and put it down in the ground.

LW:

-The sight of the dead female, wasn't shocking. But it didn't sit well with him. The scent of old death mixed with that of the new. Arching a heavy brow at Z. Walking past the body of the female. There was no need to say a thing. With a killer, killing and leaving dead bodies in their wake. There wasn't time to sit around with their thumbs up their asses. Taking a deep breath as he walked further, there was a scent that barely there. It was under all the death. It would be hard pressed to smell it for others. But like his father, he could scent what others couldn't. He knew that smell, it didn't make any fucking sense. With a growl rumbling through his chest.- "Let's move."

-He didn't wait for answer or if he followed. He took his time, scenting the air. His shitkickers crushing the leaves and grass under his feet. Body at the ready, as he slipped his hand into his long leather trench coat. His fingers stroked the stars waiting for him.-

Bitty:

*The City of Caldwell laid before me. I stood on the highest building. The wind blew strong almost knocking me off the edge. Not that I would really care. Planting my ass on te edge, my feet dangled in the air. My thoughts were like a fog of poison. Eating away at the tissue of my mind. Past and persent fought in my mind. There was no relief, the ache built in my chest. I was a bomb that would go off taking all with me. I was going fucking crazy. Tonight I had a meeting that I had to go to. I still toyed with the idea of not showing up. What's another beating? Nothing. I wanted to please my family, but a deeper part of me, a very deep part, wanted to run, wanted to leave myself for sun. So that the pain and anger I carried would go away. The loss of my family, the loss of a mother, a father, a lover, young, uncles. My head hung, as I gripped the edge of the building. The tips of my fingers, dug into the stone and metal, sharp edges pricked my skin, blood weeped from the wounds, falling down on the city below. Lost in the sea and forgotten. Nothing, that was what I was, nothing. I thought at one time, I meant something to them. I wished in moments like this, I wished that the Scribe had taken me instead of my mahmen, at least she would have a right to be here. She could have had a better life. A single tear dripped from the tip of my lashes. I'm nothing, no one would stay around for me. I'm worthless, my own dad didn't care anymore.*

*A shrill sound broke into my dark thoughts. Letting go of edge, with a bloddy hand I fished out my phone. Without even looking at the screen, I pushed the accept button, putting the phone to my ear.* "Safe house now." *A deep voice said from the other side of the line. Without a word, I hung up. Standing up on the edge of the buliding. Closing my eyes I threw myself off the edge, dematting at the last possible moment. Throwing myself out towards the edge of the city. I reformed at the door, stepping inside without a word, I shut the door behind me. The heels of my boots, clicking on the hardwood floors. Down the hall a door lead to the basement. Going through the door, baby powder filled the damn place. It fucking burned my nose. To this day I hated it. But it was my life now. Making my way down the steps. There was a scent mixed with the baby powder, and it wasn't one of the family. It was a vampire. Hitting the bottom, two forms took up the room. One was the forelesser, the other. I had to look up, my eyes met that of Throe. I was shocked, but I kept my face a stone mask. Crossing my arms I leaned on the stone wall. What the fuck was this fuck face doing here.*

*The pale white shit, turned and met my eyes.* "Good you're here. We can begin."

*I said nothing,I gave a curt nod. I was going to find out what was going on. I wasn't dumb, I knew they had a plan. They had for sometime now. This would be the first time that I was brought in. Other the times they tried to get shit out of me. Throe, arched his brow at me. He knew who the fuck I was. And I bet he was wondering why I was here. He has been the first vampire I have seen since I ran. I met his eyes, as my fists curled under my arms. I dared him to say shit to me. I would kill him where he stood, I didn't give a shit. His eyes flickered to the forelesser.* "All is in place. The Queen is bound for the city, with the butler. We have her covered, she will be taken out first. While the others will go to the audience house. The king will be there, with some of his men. Though he will guarded but that won't be a problem. I have enough to cover there."

*The Forlesser, chuckled.* "Wonderful. The brotherhood will take a major hit tonight." *I took everything in. They were fucking crazy if they thought they could actually do this. Did the not know how strong her once family was. Not that I fucking cared. But this was stupid. As I listened, something deep tugged inside of me. That fucking voice was whispering. But I ignored it. Not wanting to fucking listen to it. It was only driving me fucking nuts anyways. The forlesser turned to me.* "Tell the men to be ready we move out in 20." *With a nod I pushed off the wall. Walking back up the stairs. I pulled out my phone, sending out a text. "Move out in 20." I put my phone away. Stepping out into the night, I sat my ass on the edge of the top step. The leaves blew in the soft breeze, tonight the war would explode. Blood would cover and coat the streets. I pulled out my daggers that stayed snug against the side of my thighs. Turning them over in my hands, the moon made the black blades look sinister. They were death. Blood would coat them and drip from the tip. A voice screamed in my head. "Save them! Go now!" I dropped my blades, with a thud they laid on the ground. As my hands gripped my head. "Save the King!!"*

"Save the King!"

*The voice only got louder. All other thoughts and voices were drowned out by the voice that boomed and echoed through my head.* "FUCK!" *What the fuck did I care if Wrath, was killed? Why should I care what happens to any of them?*

"Save the King!"

*The voice screamed once again. Standing on shaking legs, my head pounding. Leaning down I picked up my daggers shoving them into their holders. "Go!" The voice pushed. I closed my eyes, dematting and throwing myself into the wind as hard as I could. I knew what was going to happen. Fuck, I didn't know why I was even doing this. Not like they wanted me anymore. But for some fucking dumb reason, I couldn't..I just couldn't. FUCK!! I was going fucking crazy. "Hurry!" The voice screamed in my head.*

*I didn't know how much time I had. I might be to late anyways. But...shaking my head as I reformed on the side walk. Nothing yet, a sense of doom filled me. I didn't have much time at all. A minute or two tops. Bolting up the steps, I burst through the door, a female whipped her head up from the desk. Shock colored her features, her mouth hung open. I paid her no mind, as I ran to where I knew Wrath would be. I ran down the hall, and through the doors. All the heads of the males in the room, looked up to me. They all looked shocked.* "Get out now! Get to Beth, where ever she is going! And Run!!!" *They didn't move at first. Why wouldn't the fuckers move?!? Wrath stood up, his large frame seemed to fill up the whole room. His voice boomed around the room.* "Go!! Save the Queen!" *I had a feeling they wouldn't get there in time. I didn't feel a damn thing at the moment. Rhun, my blooded Uncle made a step to me. Saxton, looked like he was about to pull me into his arms. JM's hands were flying as he talked. I almost couldn't keep up. Butch, ran out of the room, some of the other males ran out. Just as a blood chilling scream ripped apart the silence. Fuck I was too late! I slammed the doors and drew my daggers, I could hear other weapons being drawn. My voice broken, and cold.* "Fight and save yourselves. I wish I got here sooner." *Looking over my shoulder at my once family. A flash of pain and sadness shined in my eyes.* "I'm...sorry." *Stepping back from the doors, just as it burst open. Vampires flooded the room. I met the eyes of Rhun.* "Take care of my young, Uncle. Let them know I love them and I'm sorry. Tell..dad..he was always my hero and I love him." *This was the only time I would ever come back. The only time I will ever see them. A flash of who i once to be rose to the surface. He looked so sad, it broke me. I nodded to him and turned back to the vampires. But they weren't, they looked fucking dead. Like fucking zombies. Their flesh hung from their bones. They limped and drool dripped from their mouths like fucking dogs.*

*The room exploded with fighting. Grunts of pain, blood filled my nose. I fought, slicing through skin like butter. The rotting scent of death mixed with blood. Saxton was pinned to the floor by one of the undead fuckers. I drated to him, Gripping the hair of the attacker, as fast as i could, my dagger cut through his neck. Cloted blood oozed from his neck, as I threw the head whereever. JM, had two on him, I watched in horror as one came up behind him. I bolted through the bodies and stabbed the fucker in the heart. Pulling up as hard as I could. I was bathed in blood. Wrath roared, as he fell to the ground. I whipped around, my eyes widening. NO! NO!* "WRATH!!!" *A scream tore from my throat. Others were fighting, they couldn't get to him. A large body rammed into my body, pain bloomed in my body as I fall to the ground. The wind got knocked out of me. Warmth rolled over my stomach. I fought underneath the body that pinned me to the ground.Death filled my nose and burned my lungs. Meeting the dead eyes of...Blay. His out and ready. Snapping at my neck, as I pushed against his chest. Daggers out of reach, he was to fucking heavy. Drool dripping onto my face. Wiggling my legs up between our bodies. My knees crushed to my chest. He crawled at my arms, chest and face. Deep gashes ripped along my skin. I didn't feel a damn thing. Numb to pain, pushing an arm against Blay's chest. As I threw out my free arm. The tips of my fingers brushed against the butt of one my daggers. Straining, a burn started to build in my shoulder. Clawing at my dagger, the tips of my fingers coated in blood. They slipped off the edge. I groaned, just a little more. Turning my head I locked on the dagger. With a growl, I pushed up on my knees and arm, throwing my body off to the side. Catching the end of the dagger, pulling and wrapping my hand around the end. Bring it up as fast as I could. I cut swift and deep threw the flesh of his neck. Clumps of blood oozed from his neck. Like a sticky goo splattered on me. It made me want to fucking gag, I was covered in the shit.*

*Dropping my dagger, pushing on Blay's chest with both hands. Placing my feet on his chest. I pushed as hard as I could, pushing him off of me. Crawling up on my hands and knees. I took a look around the room. Bodies lay all around me. Saxton held Rhun's hand, looking at his chest. It was still moving up and down. Eyes falling next to JM, he was knocked out but still hurt pretty bad. Wrath, was he ok. I hurried and looked for him. He was covered in blood. Getting up as fast as could, my feet slipping on the blood that covered the floor. Running as fast as I could to get to him, falling next to him. I slipped my hand into his large one. His sunglasses knocked off his face. His blind eyes looked up to him. He spoke, breathing hard, like he was drowned in his own blood. He was so fucking pale. He swallowed hard.* "Come..home." *My whole body tensed at his words.* 'You're...loved...bits.." *I shook my head. I would never come back home.* I'm sorry...I..can't." *With my other hand I dug out his cell phone. I scrolled to find Manny's number. Putting it to my ear. As I held tight to Wrath's hand. He picked up.* "Wrath is down, Rhun, JM...hurry and get here." *After letting him know where I hung up.* "Help is on the way." *Wrath squeezed me hand. I had to get out here. With a kiss to Wrath's cheek. I whsipered on a broken sob.* "I'm..so sorry." *I let go of his hand and looked to Saxton, he looked heartbroken as I shook my head.* "Take care of them Saxton." *I spoke as once again the light went out of my eyes. I dematted from the room and into the night and hell once more.*

tohr: I groaned as I collapsed down onto the ground, every muscle in my body hurt, but something broke inside of my chest, and I wasn't sure of what the fuck was doing. 'Save the King!' and 'She killed them!' rang in my head. I curled up and grabbed my head with both hands and began to scream, unaware of what was around me. All I knew was that something bad was happening. "Leave me alone!" I cried out, or at least that's what it sounded like to me, instead it came out hoarsely. Over and over in my head the same words repeat, as well as 'Save her! Now!' Who the fuck was she! Better yet, who the fuck was I?! I was...a slash went through my head, and I cried out. It was fucking killing me, or at least I wish it would. The pain was beginning to be too much, breaking down the last bit of humanity I had left. Instead of hunting this time, I found a dark cave and slipped inside weakly, curling up with my back against the stone, my head in my hands as I repeated the words, 'Shut up!'

rhage: -Moving in closer the smell of blood heavy in the air, he heard a voice in the distance and he picked up the pace taking off in a dead run only to stop abruptly as he came upon a man on the ground crying out.- Holy shit it couldn't be... -In shock he stood there hearing the others coming to a stop beside him. What in the hell had they stumbled upon.-

The sound of the scream had me looking up and I looked at L.W. motioning for him to follow me as I ran towards the scream. My heart slamming inside of my chest, it couldn't be Rhage. Please don't let Rhage be hurt, or worse...dead. My blood pounded in my ears as I tracked Rhage through the blood running in his veins, my blood from when he fed from me. I kept looking behind me to see where the kid was, and when I noticed he kept up, I smiled. He was just like his old man. However, I skidded to a stop when we came close to an entrance to a cave. Slowly I walked up to Rhage, and caught a glimpse of his side profile. He looked like he just seen a ghost, what the fuck? My eyes turned in the direction he was staring at to see...I blinked once, twice, three times. No...it wasn't possible. "Rhage...is that...?"

LW > Zsadist Ahgony May 15, 2021 at 9:25am

*That scream made his back go tense. What in the ever lovin fuck was that? Changing the coruse he tracked, running as fast as he could. The muscles of his legs burned as the trees blurred past them. He kept Z in his sights. The closer that they got, a scent tickled his nose. He hadn't smelled that scent in the last five years. There had to be some kind of fuckery going on. Because there is no way in hell that scent should be here and now. He almost ran into the back of Z, but he caught himself. Stepping out from behind Z. Wondering what the fuck they were looking at. The moment his eyes fell to the male that laid on the ground, curled into a ball. Fucking shocked didn't even being to cover what he felt. Ripping his eyes from the male, pointing at him.* "What the ever living fuck is that fucking who I think it is?" *He wanted answers and he knew he wasn't going to get them from the males with him. Hell they just looked as shocked as he did. This just got even more fucked up.*

Bitty >

*I didn't even know where I ended up at. Trees surrounded me, panting I fell onto my ass. Tenting my knees, arms hanging off the edge of my knees. Hands fisting and unfisting, coated in blood. All I could do is stare at my hands. The blood of Wrath and the undead mixed on my hands. All I could was stare at them. I didn't know who lived and who died. Everything was so damn fucked up. I wouldn't let myself feel a damn thing. Even though the words of Wrath rang in my head. Forcing them out of my mind. No, I wouldn't think of them anymore. The one thing I would let out, my anger and fucking hate for the one male, the one male that I trusted. He understood me, snortting, no he was just after the fucking cock of my father. All I could feel was the hate, it consumed every fiber of my being. Seeing him holding like that, that night I was taken. The hate blood over inside of me. Burning every nerve of my little body. I wished I could go back and sink my dagger into his chest, slowly, watch the light go out in his eyes. A smirk crawled along my lips.* "I'll kill you fucker. You took away the one thing that I lefted in all the world. You're going to fucking pay. I'm going to fucking bathe in your blood." *I spoke to no one. A evil giggle slipped from between my lips. I stood up from the ground. Dematting back to my spot over looking the city. I stood and looked at the lights below. Screaming at the top of my lungs.* "I'm coming for you, you god damn fucker!!! Your blood and life is mine!!"

Tohrment

The scent of the unknown filled my senses, I opened my eyes to come sight to sight with three men. A thought tickled inside of my head as if I knew who they are. However, that feeling wiped out and the bloodlust in me increased. With a hiss, I jumped to my feet and my fangs bared. My eyes locked onto the set of Teal ones. Those bothered me, and I couldn't figure out why. The name 'Lizabitte' popped into my mind, but I shook my head off of it, before I snarled. I ran toward him with every intent to kill. My soul sang for vengeance and I didn't understand any of it. What was there to understand? I was a killer, and one of these men were about to become my victim, and I relished in the idea of more blood spilled.

Rhage

-Zsadist and Wrath beside me I just stared a minute. Tohrment had died but yet there he was, not having much time before the resurrected vampire lunged for me I didn't of course draw a dagger just turned to throw my arm and elbow into his chest as I turned and used his momentum to toss him to the ground on the left of me.- Tohr! What the fuck?! -I heard voices in the distance and could smell torches.- The villagers are coming, grab him! -The last thing they needed was to find out it was a brother out here killing, if it was him... But Rhage could smell different scents on him he was almost certain Tohr was doing the killing.-

Zsadist Ahgony

The sudden movement and dark intent barreled through my mind as I watched as he aimed a violent punch towards Rhage, only to watch Rhage take him down. I looked over at LW before jumping on the crazy train to help Rhage control Tohr. "Man...this was not what I was expecting when we took on this gig." I grunt before tossing Tohr a look. How the fuck was the Brother still alive? It was then that a huge urge to sneeze hit me. Turning my head, I sneezed only to have Tohr push me off of him like I was a toy. "Damn! How fucking often is the bastard feeding?!"

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