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no mom i swear im normal im sure every kid ties their hair back as tightly as physically possible and uses the feeling of their hair being pulled back as hard as possible as a sort of all-day passive/background stim and will frequently tighten it again several times an hour. im totally normal
#if anyone reblogs this with some sort of 'oh wow i didnt know this was a symptom of-' im going to manifest a giant centipede at you#he will quietly sit on your head and you'll learn to ignore him for the most part but every time you eat something sticky he will#slap it directly onto the ground so everything sticks to it forever and its ruined#hes like a shoulder imp but instead hes a head centipede#what was i talking about im just thinking about this centipede now#i want a giant centipede. i mean that would be so scary but genuinely it would fuck so hard#OMGGG I SHOULD MAKE A CENTIPEDE OC FOR SCAVENGERVERSE MY WORLDBUILDING SETTING SCAVENGERVERSE#poison powers. the visual manifestation is those fucked up modified legs that they use like scary venom pincers#rotating him (he/him butch) in my mind so fast#hes just a low level villain i think. just kinda doing his own thing. being disturbingly carnivorous#oh i forgot this post was about my mental eelnesses again sorry
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Convergence
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Zsadist:
[My nightmares were getting the best of me. It was getting so bad that at one point I was barely getting any sleep. Every time I closed my eyes my demons came out to play. Taunting me and making me feel like I was nothing. I tried my best to not think about it too much, but as of lately I was just in my head. Which didn’t help on nights like tonight when I was on rotation. I needed to stay focused. Then again, getting smacked around a bit might do me good. My attention is drawn to my twin when I feel a nudge to my arm. “You okay?” His golden eyes found my own.]
Yeah. Just was thinking about something. [Or someone. I couldn’t get Malys out of my head. Phury even gave him a number to contact in case his Mahmen wanted to meet the Chosens, and no text or call. Nothing. My brows draw in and I suddenly get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. What if something happened to him and he didn’t make it home safe?
Shaking the thoughts from my head as I watch Butch move over to us with Vishous close behind. Then we all move in unison down the street. Cop gave an uneasy look which told me that the enemy was nearby. “Z…Let Cop lead the way.” Eyeing Vishous as I try to stay focused. I felt like a caged animal. Desperate for a fight or more so to get hit a few times. I was disgusting but I needed this. The hits would make me feel...alive.
Butch moves forward, directing us towards a large group of lessers that luckily had no civilians. It was so much easier to handle a situation without any hostages. I couldn’t help it though. Once I saw them I charged. I heard a brother holler at me but I didn’t look back. The lessers all snapped their heads up at once and came straight for me. The Brothers did manage to catch up but that didn’t stop the one that lunged for me. I felt a hit to my side then a blow to the face that sent shivers down my spine. Yes. This is exactly what I needed. Ignoring the weapons I could use on the fucker, instead I started throwing punches. Remembering when I got to spar with Malys. The thought sidetracks me and I earn a hit to my jaw that causes me to stumble back.
Growling loudly as I ram my body forward, practically knocking the fucker down to the ground. Grabbing ahold of him as I pound my fist into the enemy’s face over and over again. Black blood splattering out, coating his face so it was barely recognizable. I was crazed and nothing could stop me in this moment. There was a ringing in my ears that caused me to block out everything. Completely oblivious to anything that was going on around me. Giving one last punch that cracks the lesser’s head back. In one swift movement I unsheathe my dagger and stabs it right into his sweet spot to send the fucker back to the omega. When the flash of light forms I lift my head.
And that’s when I see another lesser pointing a gun straight at my head. How did I not sense him there? My golden eyes go wide and suddenly I heard everything around me. The sounds of my Brothers grunting and punches being thrown. Even my name being screamed from across the alley. Then there was a sound that was unfamiliar to me. A flapping sound that came with a gust of wind. Was this it? Did I finally come to my end? The last thing I heard was the sound of the trigger being pulled and the gun firing.]
Mal:
The wind howled around me as I looked down over the city, gleaming like a jewel even at this midnight hour. My feathers dragged in the breeze, eager to ride it, but even as my mind argued it was time to leave, something else kept me locked in place.
My backpack hung between my wings, an easy weight as I drew in a deep breath of city air and let it out slowly. Strapped to my thigh was a silver blade, and my belt had a nine mil tucked in the back. The shotgun with rock salt shells I’d been rocking to deal with a poltergeist (thanks, Sam; so /not/ a cursed object…) I’d stowed away in the pack.
Without meaning too, I let my mind reach out. There were times I could control it; sense a house and its occupants, sense a demon on the move, but this time it happened without my giving thought to it. One minute I was on the rooftop, the night sky beckoning, the next I was immersed in the city, in the scream of cab horns and the laughter of drunken revellers moving to their next venue. As I left the brighter streets behind, the seedy underbelly greeted me, and like an arrow with a target my mind zeroed in.
Demons.
My breath caught as I took a step toward the ledge, ready to leap, when the sense refined itself further. Not demons…
Lessers.
The black blooded creatures were moving fast, and with a start I felt not just their darkness, but the light of other things. Other people.
The Brothers.
I leapt off the building, my wings beating hard as I let my mind lead me closer. Surely, they had it under control. Centuries of fighting, they were warriors of another calibre. But then…
“Zsadist…”
I breathed his name into the night as his spark, his light, registered so much brighter. He was there, but he was… distracted. The Lesser he fought was the weaker of the problems. With an unrelenting rage and ferocity he moved to dispatch his foe, even as I drew level from above, the visions of light and dark in my mind merging with what my eyes could see. The auras of the Brothers shone, even as the dark clouds that opposed them tried to take over, smother their light.
I saw the other Lesser so clearly now, saw him raise the weapon as Zsadist came back to reality. Those golden eyes widened.
But I was already falling.
I couldn’t hit the Lesser; not this time. The gun would still discharge. The Brother would still be shot. Those golden eyes forever dimmed. My gut clenched in fear at the idea.
I landed by the Brother and threw my wings wide as I snarled. The gun fired. I felt a brief burst of pain. Then my own gun was up. I fired, and the bullet found its mark. The Lesser dropped as I panted, seething. He’d thought to kill this Brother? Fuck. No. Not on my damn watch.
Turning, I met those golden eyes. Still bright. Still alive and vital. My relief was exquisite, though his shock was moderately entertaining. I managed a rueful grin before inclining my head. Then I was pivoting again, bringing my weapon up to take aim as the remaining Lessers started to scatter.
Zsadist:
[I was ready to accept my fate. Knowing that this would be it for me. Then in one moment it all changed. Someone swooped down, standing in front of me as a shield from the lesser. And that’s when I noticed the wings. The huge black wings that spread out in front of me, blocking me from watching the scene unfold. What. The. Fuck. I couldn’t help but just stand there in total shock. My feet were cemented to the floor, only to loosen when I watched the bullet hit one of the mystery angel’s wings. NO! Why the fuck would this male take a bullet for me? The hell...My thoughts are cut off when his head turns to reveal Malys.
My jaw goes slack, eyes burning bright as they lock onto the male I thought I’d never see again. Fuck. So I wasn’t crazy that night. He did have wings. Which explained so much. No wonder the halfbreed didn’t heal as fast as he should when under our care. Why the fuck didn’t Lassiter tell anyone about this? I could kill the fucking angel. Fucker probably thought it was funny.
With a snort I’m brought back to reality when Malys starts to take on any lesser that comes his way. And I move right in beside him to do much of the same. We moved in perfect unison, almost like a dance. It was like we’ve been fighting alongside each other for years. I was unaware of anything else around me. Hell I didn’t even know what the fuck my Brothers were doing. All I saw was Malys moving with me as we took down the lessers in front of us.
My golden eyes narrow as I watch one come up behind him. The enemy reached for his wings and before he could grab at the feathers I grabbed him. Tugging him back only to sink my fangs into his throat. I couldn’t help the animalistic side of me that came out. No one was going to hurt this male in front of me anymore. Not on my watch.
My head thrashing back and forth as I tear open the lesser’s throat. Black blood splattering on my face, but I didn’t care. Pulling back, I spit out a piece of flesh before I reach around to stab him in the chest. Watching the flash of light before I lift my head to study Malys. My brows draw in as I see the blood dripping from his wing. Scrubbing my hand over my mouth to wipe off the enemy’s blood as I move forward. All I saw was him.]
Mal:
The world faded into the background. I knew there were other Brothers there, fighting, but they were a secondary concern as Zsadist and I moved like a unit, dispatching anything that came close. I sensed the Lesser approaching at my back, reaching for my injured wing, but before I could even contemplate a countermove the male was there, tearing it to pieces as I put a round in the brain base of the Lesser I was holding.
Looking up from the ruins of the skull at my feet, I locked eyes on the two Lessers still lingering at the mouth of the alley. My eyes lit, silvery white power filling me from within. I flared my one good wing wider, the other dragging, as I bared my fangs and snarled. Behind me, a Lesser popped into non-existence with a burst of light. They both turned and ran.
And as much as I wanted to go after them, I instead took a breath and shuddered, letting the power go. I could feel eyes on me, and I didn’t need to turn my head to know it was the Brothers this time. Instead I looked to Zsadist. As if on cue, the tendon injured by the bullet in my wing snapped, the limb dropping to hang down my back and drag along the pavement. I gave it a dismissive glance, folding the working side tighter to my back.
The male was spattered in black ichor, his chest heaving up and down after the exertion. But, thankfully, uninjured. I actually let out a breath at how relieved I was.
“You’ve got a little something here…” I said dryly, tapping the corner of my lip, the male’s face all but covered by the Lesser blood. “And have you lost your fucking mind?”
One of the other Brothers snorted. It might’ve been Phury. But considering the rueful expressions they were all sporting, like they agreed with my assessment, I couldn’t be sure. The golden eyed Brother before me had clearly been rocking that ‘loose canon’ vibe.
Zsadist:
[If my Brothers weren’t around right now I would have hugged the male that just risked his life for me. Speaking of my Brothers, one glance at them and I saw total shock and confusion on their faces. Vishous muttered something as he lit a blunt before going to check on cop, who was dealing with the aftermath of inhaling lessers. Phury steps forward almost mesmerized by the wings as my gaze meets Malys’s once again. When he makes a crack at me I scrub my hand over my mouth to wipe off more of the black blood.]
Shouldn’t I be saying the same to you? Jumping in front of a gun like that….again. [Shaking my head.] And here I thought I had a death wish. Turns out it was you. The fuck you doing? [My brows draw in.] You…[What? Scared me? Sure did. Made me feel something? Yup. I couldn’t handle this. Trying to take in deep breaths, I turn to pace a little. Ignoring anyone around me as I just stay in my head for a moment. Finally my head snaps to my twin.]
So...he’s coming back with us so we can patch that up. [My hand gestures towards the fucking wing. Scribe. How did I not know? Phury raises both brows then just nods slowly as his eyes stay trained on me. I couldn’t look at Malys. If I did I was afraid of what I would do. So instead I move over to Vishous and offered to bring the SUV around. Butch wasn’t looking so hot.
When I turned with the keys in hand, I catch a glimpse at the angel. My jaw clenches and I felt a tightening in my chest. What the fuck was wrong with me? Practically running out of the alley to retrieve the car that was parked a few blocks down. I couldn’t believe what he just did...Where the hell did he come from and how did he know where we were? My head was full of questions as I bring the car over to the Brothers. Getting out to watch V help cop into the passenger’s seat. “So...we are bringing him back...again?” I eyed the diamond eyed Brother and just nodded once. He tosses his blunt onto the asphalt, stomping it out with a boot before getting into the driver’s seat. That was my cue to finally talk to the male again.
Turning around to face him, I eye Phury as he clamps a hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze. When I step forward towards the angel the Brother moves to talk to Vishous. Basically saying that he was going to dematz back to let Wrath know what was doing. Great. Lifting my gaze to Malys, my lips twitch before I speak.]
You are gonna come back with us and...um...we are going to patch you up. [My brows draw in as I eye the wing. Wondering how long it would take for it to heal.]
Mal:
Phury looked at me with a whole new light; I had to wonder how many /more/ questions he had for my mahmen now that he’d seen me rocking a set of wings. As Zsadist scrubbed at his face, my attention was irrevocably pulled back to him. At the question, I shrugged, holstering my piece, waiting for him to finish. Only he didn’t. His sentence trailed off and I frowned as he turned and stalked away, shoulders tense.
I looked to Phury, but he just shook his head fractionally and moved toward his twin. Biting back my frustration, I looked away, instead watching as the diamond eyed Brother helped my fellow non-dematting halfbreed, Butch. The male looked like he’d been sucking down bottles of ipecac and was ready to upchuck all over the place.
Zsadist’s question forced me to glance over, my mind churning and my gut backflipping as I tried to process ‘why’ I was so bothered by the male avoiding me. I mean, sure, I’d saved his ass, but I’d done that for plenty of people through my life and never once wanted to grab them and shake them afterward. Maybe it was the disappointment. The Brother clearly had made his decision when he hadn’t bothered to see me off. N’ now here I was, rocking his situation again and forcing him to acknowledge me.
Frowning at the pavement, I glanced back at the wing. With a bit of sunlight I was looking at a day, maybe two, of recovery. There was zero chance of me using it to take off right now, much as I might like to. As the vampires hustled around me to get their shit in gear, loading Butch into the SUV, I looked up as Zsadist approached, locking down my facial expressions to a calm ‘whatever’.
Inclining my head politely at his words, I moved toward the car, my wing trailing in the dirt and debris of the alley.
“I’ll need to be in the trunk,” I said coolly, the irony not lost on me. “Again. My wings won’t fit in the seats or sitting.”
I popped the back as I reached the SUV, not acknowledging Zsadist as I paused and concentrated. So far, I’d been ignoring the aching stab of pain from the wound, too distracted by the golden eyed male, but the muscles around it clenched and spasmed. Now, as I tried to fold the wing up, to fit it into the car, I couldn’t help a small grunt and gasp of pain. The agony shot from my wing to my spine. I curled my fingers around the tailgate then forced myself to climb in, turning sideways. My good wing hit the roof and fanned out at the back, while the bad one lay limply down my back and onto the carpet, staining it red.
Crouched in the back like an animal, bleeding all over their shit not for the first time but the second, I felt a faint flush of embarrassment. How was this my life? What the fuck was I doing?
“Let’s do this,” I muttered, avoiding looking at Zsadist in favour of turning my gaze toward Vishous. The Brother seemed to regard everything with an almost clinical stare, and I could do with a little distance right now as opposed to the emotions ripping me up whenever I looked at Zsadist.
Zsadist:
[There was a lot of emotions coming off of the angel. He seemed angry with me and why shouldn’t he be? Though I was still so puzzled why he came to my rescue. Why did he put himself through that...for me? Lifting my head to watch his sad walk to the back of the SUV. I took a step forward as if I was going to join him, only to pause when the trunk closes. I wanted to scream. Gritting my teeth as I hear the demons in the back of my head, taunting me. Scrubbing both hands over my skull trim head before I move into the Escalade.
Once inside I eye Vishous in the rear view mirror. I couldn’t help but notice the Brother giving me a look. Then he cracks a small grin. Blinking as I rip my gaze away from him, feeling the car pull out and drive off. The ride was silent until I heard a few groans from Butch. V immediately eyes him, reaching a hand out to grip his arm. He murmurs low to the male. Telling him basically that he will heal him once they are back at the pit. Even though my eyes were trained forward, I could feel the angel’s stare burning into the back of my skull. His fresh blood was all I could smell. And I wanted to so badly to comfort him in the same way my Brothers just did for each other, but I couldn’t.
What was doing with me? Why was I so fucked up? “Z…” My head snaps back quickly to look at Malys behind me. Though he wasn’t the one who called my name. I couldn’t help but steal a glance at him before I turn my attention towards my twin who was sitting beside me. Those golden eyes looked at me sadly. My brows draw in and I murmur barely.]
I’m fine. [Hoping that Malys didn’t hear me. Phury nods slowly then gazes out of the window. I let in a deep breath, listening to the sound of the angel’s heart beating in the quiet car ride. It fluttered strong which was a good sign. Not that I thought he was going to bleed out in the back of the van. When we arrive, I watch Vishous practically run out to get Butch out and help him into the pit. Leaving just my twin, Malys, and I in the car. Phury lingers but I break the silence.]
Brother I got this. I’ll take him to the PT Suite. Though he probably just needs some sun which can happen in a few hours. [My eyes trained on the seat in front of me as I spoke.] You can let Wrath know we have a visitor. I’m sure he will be thrilled. [My twin was a little hesitant to leave, but eventually he does leaving just myself and the angel in the car. The silence drags on before I move to get out. When I pop open the trunk, my eyes meet his. I get that tightness in my chest again as I eye his injured wing. Slowly I stretch out my arm. Holding my hand out for him to take, if he would. I couldn’t help but eye the slave band that peeked out of my sleeve.]
Mal:
In much closer proximity, I changed my mind about Butch; the Brother didn’t look like he was going to be sick, he looked like he had the mutant baby virus of ebola and swine flu. If I didn’t know better about vampires getting sick, I’d have lifted my shirt over my nose. Then probably have Vishous break my jaw. Ahh well. Couldn’t be worse than the pain in my wing. Or my chest…
The Brothers didn’t bother with the blindfold schtick this time. Whether it was my saving Zsadist’s life, saving Chosen lives, or the wings, I couldn’t tell you, but they drove on up the highway back to the mansion and I half heartedly paid attention, too distracted by looking at Zsadist, not looking at Zsadist, and trying not to move my wing with the motion of the car. Whatever talk that happened was minimal, Vishous checking on Butch, and Phury having a hushed conversation with his brother up front.
By the time we arrived, I’d started to count the threads in the car seats, but watching Vishous collect Butch from the Escalade and half carry him off down the hall distracted me from my own desire to escape the vehicle. When Zsadist spoke again, I almost jumped.
Eyes flicking between the pair, I take in the back and forth without bothering to get out. One, because I was weary of moving my wing and letting it drag unnecessarily, and two… I was curious. About their dynamic. About this place. About the male that had to take a breath and hold a minute before finally coming to the back of the car and popping the door. I looked at the hand he held out to me, surprised that he was offering it after seeming to avoid me since I dropped from above.
When I reached out to take it, a spark shot up my arm. But I didn’t let go.
Using his grip to slip out of the SUV, I grimaced as my wing dropped, the muscles shrieking at being stretched and pulled with a bullet somewhere inside.
“Could you…” I took a breath and did a metaphorical grab of my sack and hardened up. “…carry my wing, please? I can’t lift it. The muscles are torn,” I admitted gruffly, trying to look anywhere but those golden eyes. “And I kind of can’t reach it myself…”
Though I definitely felt a little bad about getting blood all over the male, again, it kind of worked with the still black smeared face he was rocking, so… win?
“I’m curious though how your med staff are going to handle me. This. When was the last time they pretended to be vets?” I muttered, biting my lip as the male’s hands, so used to slaughtering Lessers, lifted and cradled my damaged wing with such care.
Zsadist:
[When his hand reached for my own, I couldn’t help but feel that spark again. But this time he doesn’t pull away. Why doesn’t he? He found me disgusting, yes? So he should be pulling away from me. My eyes lock onto his own, brows drawing in when the angel asked me to hold his wing up. The one he used to protect me from a bullet. My hands move slowly, grabbing the injured wing with the softest touch I could manage. I couldn’t help but let my fingers move through the feathers. It felt so nice. Closing my eyes for a brief moment before I focus on walking down the tunnels.]
Will sunlight heal you? [Eying the wound that was dripping with blood.] If not I..I can try to patch it up. I mean...how serious is it? [Why was I such a mess always in front of this male? I couldn’t help this awkwardness around him. Ever since the first time we met, I felt something that I never have before and I wasn’t quite sure just what that was.
Once at the door of the PT suite, I will it open before moving inside the room with him. The staff was nowhere to be found, but I could get them in an instant if needed. Here we were again. Only this time he was awake and had a giant pair of wings. My lips twitch at the thought before I moved to grab some supplies from the cabinet. Needing to keep busy so I wouldn’t stare at him.]
Tell me. Why did you come to the alley? And how? How did you know I was there with my Brothers? It’s like you knew I was about to get…[Trailing off as I close the drawer in front of me. Clutching the gauze in my hand as I try to focus on the task at hand. But I couldn’t. I was an absolute mess and I didn’t want him to see it. Lifting my head slowly, taking in a deep breath.]
Why didn’t you tell me what you were? [Closing my eyes, but all I could see was those wings. Shit. And there was that tightness in my chest. Turning slowly to face the angel. Searching his eyes before I moved towards him. My hand reaches out, gently landing on his injured wing.]
Mal:
Reaching the med wing, I take a seat on the gurney, letting the male potter around to gather whatever he wanted. Hopefully a shot of morphine was part of the supplies. I wasn’t bothered by the lack of staff; if the male wanted to play nurse that was kind of alright with me. Besides, it was keeping his hands busy and his eyes occupied. All the better to watch him as I ignored the pulsing throb of my wing.
“It’ll heal in sunlight once the bullet is out,” I admit. “Though I probably shouldn’t fly on it for a day or so. The tendons need time to strengthen.” Clever of the male to already deduce that sunlight was the key to my restoration. I mean, their resident angel must’ve offered some insight, and my sneaking around the last time I was here probably helped some.
At his questions I can’t help but sigh. In for a penny, in for a pound I suppose. I’d made the call to reveal my nature when I’d used my wing as a flesh and blood shield for this male. Could I really stop now?
“I can sense demons,” I admit gruffly, looking down. “I ended up staying in town for a job and I was getting ready to leave tonight. When I sensed the Lessers… I also sensed you. I was flying to you before I even knew what I was doing…” I trailed off, shrugging, the action causing another wince as my wing objected and the other rustled against the gurney. “Can you honestly blame me for not wanting to say anything? There’s nothing else like me,” I point out dryly. “My mahmen feared her whole life that I’d be shunned. Rejected. Hunted.”
Sighing, I shook my head and looked down. “But I couldn’t… not… save you. I don’t know what it was but the thought of those golden eyes never taking in the world again…” Taking in me… “...well, I did what I did.”
Zsadist:
[My golden eyes grow wide as I hear the male’s words. I couldn’t hold back the growl that formed in my chest.] You will not be rejected or hunted. Not on my watch. [Gritting my teeth as I set the supplies down. How could this male think he was some sort of freak? I mean...has he met me? Snorting at the thought as I reach for his wing again, inspecting the wound before I meet his gaze.]
Do you want me to numb it with a shot? Or you okay for me to just pull it out? [My fingers twitched against his feathers. I couldn’t help but think about all that he said. Maybe I got him wrong before. Then why did he pull back in the gym? Dropping my head, keeping my eyes trained on his wound.]
You drive me crazy. You know that? [I admit as my hands moved to grab an alcohol pad, carefully running it over the bullet hole.] One moment I think you find me repulsive and the next you are saying shit like that. [Tossing the bloody gauze away as I try not to lose it in front of him. I couldn’t give him more reasons to see how much a freak I was. Gripping the sides of the gurney.]
Thank you for doing what you did. I owe you a lot. [My life apparently. Lifting my gaze to the male. There was that spark again, except it was all over. Along with the tightness in my chest.] Seems like fate brought you back again...if you were smart you would stay and consider the program. Just saying. [Why did I want him to stay so much? I mean...he was a great fighter. Clearly doing way better than me.]
Mal:
“If you have a shot, I’ll take it,” I shrug. “I don’t know if you’ve ever had wings, but they can be very sensitive in some places,” I add dryly, shaking my head and looking at the floor.
At his words though, the confession that I drive him crazy, my head snapped up. My eyes were wide in shock, and I couldn’t seem to find the muscles to get my facial features under control as I stared at him. For the first time since being shot, I was oblivious to the bullet wound, even after he’d cleaned the area with alcohol.
“Repulsed?” I echoed, my tone containing every bit of disbelief I possessed. “Why would I… because of the gym?” I asked, barely constructing sentences that would pass a fifth grade English lesson. But I was lost for words. Of all the things I’d felt around this male, being repulsed or disgusted never even came close to the list.
Waving off the training program crap (cause, yeah, one thing at a time) I shifted forward on the gurney. “I pulled away from you at the gym because you shatter my defences,” I said quietly, trying to get that golden gaze to lock with my own, so he could see the truth in my eyes. “I’ve worked my whole life to hide what I am, who I am, and two minutes of rolling around on a mat with you and my divinity was nearly /there/,” I declared, clenching my jaw as I took a deep breath. “My wings… my eyes… I nearly lost control with you. /That/ is what you do to me, Zsadist,” I managed, leaning back slightly. “You take a lifetime’s worth of my hard earned self control and destroy it just by /looking/ at me.”
I wanted to scowl. I wanted to be mad. And a part of me was, but only with myself. That my defences had been so easily tested. That I held interest in a male that kept the world, it seemed, at arm’s length. Maybe that was all it was; like his King, he wanted me to be a trainee. A soldier. That was all.
…right?
“Was that why you didn’t see me when I left?” I whispered, watching him, trying to see the reaction in his eyes, the shift of those powerful shoulders. “You thought I was repulsed by you, so you stayed away? Is that the kind of male you think I am?” I pushed, latching onto his wrist and using the grip to pull him close. I turned his wrist in my hand, until his slave band had to be showing, but I never even looked down at it. “Do you think I’m bothered by those? That I would think less of you? Truly?”
And I realized it hurt. My chest ached that this male, this warrior, would think I’d spurned him because of his bands and his scar; that my withdrawal had been, to him, a condemnation and rejection.
Zsadist:
[I tried to look anywhere but his eyes. Though I failed at that. As I stared into them, I was lost for words. What could I say to him? Yeah. I thought he found me disgusting. And I don't mean that in a bad way. Just all my life I got accustomed to how people acted around me. I understood why they did. I had so much self hate for myself that I just accepted it all. Knowing that it was true. But he wasn’t looking at me like that. He just was someone like me where feelings and opening up didn’t come naturally.
Stiffening slightly as his hand clasped my arm. Tugging me forward, exposing the slave band on my wrist. Though he didn’t look at it. Just spoke on how it didn’t affect him and what he saw in me. None of it did.]
I…[My throat closes up and I struggle to form words. Shit. Why was I so bad at this?] Yes, I didn’t come see you cause I didn’t think you’d want to see me again. But that wasn’t the case...was it? [My wrist felt like it was on fire from his touch, though I didn’t want him to let go. Leaning in slightly as my voice dropped to a whisper.] If you only knew what you do to me. If only…
[Closing my eyes tightly. I couldn’t look at him anymore. It made my chest ache. The shot. Yes. He said he wanted one. Pulling away as I take in a breath, turning to retrieve the needle. I found it easily, but pretend to search around for a bit so I could get my shit together. This was all new to me. Is this how my Brother’s felt with their mates…? No...can’t be. I kept my eyes on the task at hand when I returned to the male. Carefully grabbing at his wing before I give him the shot. I needed to get this bullet out of him. As I set down the needle, I can’t help but open up.]
All my life...I’ve lived in darkness. Sure there was a time where I was even worse if you can imagine. I tried so hard to isolate myself from everything. Then my Brothers got me out of that...and it lasted for awhile. [My hands moved, reaching for the forceps. Leaning in as I grab at the bullet. My free hand dropping to his thigh as I pulled it free. Wanting him to know I was here if he needed me. The bullet came out easily and there wasn’t a lot of blood that followed. Which was a good sign. I rubbed at his thigh for a moment before I lifted my hand off to patch him up. Speaking once again.]
But then after awhile I felt the darkness return. They all found their happy with their mates. And they deserve it. Though I never felt like I did. Which is okay. I always told myself it wasn’t in my cards. That I’m…too much for anyone to handle. To want to be around me like that. [To love me...I finished in my head. There was no way I could say that out loud. Slowly I pulled away. The tightness in my chest returned and so did the demons.] You are all set…[My voice weak as I spoke.]
Mal:
I shook my head faintly at his question - that it wasn’t the case. I had wanted to see him again. And leaving without doing so… had held me bound to this city without even needing the poltergeist job. I wanted to know what I did to him. I /wanted/ it more than I’d wanted anything in a long time.
The needle in my wing, the removal of the bullet; I hardly felt either as I watched him, aware only of the stroke of his hand on my thigh, the way it sent heat running through me, soothed the wound better than any morphine.
Listening to his story, I felt the misery that he’d thought so poorly of me fade away. How could he not, when his own race had used him as a slave and treated him as something ‘less than’? He’d pulled himself out of it, with his Brothers and the families they had here, but to hear him say that he thought a mate, a lover, wasn’t a reality when he was too deeply scarred?
The spark that had leapt between us so often ignited. I had no idea if he’d be receptive, if he’d even appreciate it, but fuck it, the male had to know…
I seized his hand as he pulled away, drawing him back. Lifting both my hands to gently cup his cheeks, I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his. He tasted like apples and steel; sweetness with strength. I felt him tense between my legs, in the cradle of my hands, and I reluctantly moved to pull back, my eyes opening.
“What do I do to you?” I breathed. I couldn’t let him go, our faces an inch apart as I searched his eyes. They weren’t the words I’d intended to say - something more along the lines of ‘you are worthy of love, and will be loved’ - but now that I’d spoken my question it was all I wanted to know. Did I make his heart race? Did I make him want more?
Did I make him wish and ache for me to stay? Because he did that to me. He was making me long to stay. To hold him like this again. Kiss him again. Prove that he wasn’t too much…
Zsadist:
[The angel pulled me in and I froze up. What came next I didn’t expect. He moved forward and planted his lips onto my own. There wasn’t a sense of disgust from him. The total opposite actually. He seemed to be enjoying it very much. As for me...it drove me crazy. Though I didn’t know quite how to react. What if I did something to turn him off? I mean hell...this was all new to me.
My hands fall to rest on the gurney, fingers curling around the edge of it. Holding on tightly as I take in the taste of the male. Even when his lips lifted off my own he didn’t pull back. He stayed nice and close to me. Then came the question. He wanted to know it all. I struggled at first. Taking a moment to think before I spoke. Suddenly realizing that my demons went quiet. Everything was quiet. I liked it.]
You...make everything feel good. And I’ve never felt that before. Ever. Hell I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling until I laid eyes on you. My heart? [Grabbing at his hand, placing it right on my chest so he could feel it beat for him.] It doesn’t just race...it wants to break free from my chest. Which by the way my chest tightens...like I long for you when you aren’t near. [Dropping my hand from his as I let out a snort.] When you left? I lost it...I lost control and been having nightmares every single night. [Did I even want to mention one of those times I called for him only to find Phury at my side. Shaking my head as I roll my shoulders.] I’ve only just met you and I can’t get you out of my head. That’s what you do to me. And fuck what I wouldn’t do to feel that spark every single day with you.
[Closing my eyes as my hands reach up to scrub roughly over my skull trim head. Why the fuck did I say all of that? Fuck! I couldn’t help it. It all just spilled out of and there was no turning back from it. As I take in a deep breath I couldn’t help but take in the scent of him and it was heavenly. No pun intended. Dropping my hands to the gurney once again. They shake as I try to grab onto something. He made me absolutely crazy. So much that I was afraid of what I might do if he were to leave again. No. He can’t go. I don’t think I could survive without him. Blinking at the thought, my head shifts barely to catch a glance at him. Almost like I was afraid of what he might do. What if he didn’t feel the same way about me?]
Mal:
I drank in his confession, a music to my ears that I’d never known I needed to hear. I’d had lovers before, hunters and humans alike, but they’d never made me feel like this. Like they were the sun and I was drifting into a new orbit. And I’d kissed the male /once/! I barely knew him. But I wanted to know him. All of him. And I only knew two words that would convey to him how badly I wanted it. More than I wanted to get back to the hunt.
“I’ll stay.”
The words left me on a whisper, but it was like a weight lifted off my chest as I said them. Relief washed through me as I watched him absorb them too, and then I was grinning, using the hand he’d placed against his chest to fist in his shirt and pull him closer again. Back to me. Back to my lips as I kissed him again, harder. Like I could pass on the giddy, elated vibes rocking my shit right now.
“Ow, fuck…”
I broke the kiss with the curse, my wings having lifted in the excitement and pulled at the fresh wound. Scowling, I shot the limb a mutinous glance then flicked my eyes back to Zsadist. He looked almost dazed, but his golden eyes were alive. So very alive. I found myself staring at them as I licked my lips.
“The sun will be up soon… I need to get outside,” I murmured regretfully, shifting to try and slide from the gurney. “I don’t suppose there are slings here? You can’t carry it outside for me. Then I guess… I’ll need to find a few gurneys down here to make a bed?” I muse ruefully, not presumptuous enough to invite myself into the manse. But I’d never tried to retract my wings with them injured. I honestly wasn’t sure I could.
Zsadist:
[I couldn’t help but let out a growl as the male tugged me in for a kiss that was way more passionate than the last. Totally getting lost in it, only to pull back when I hear him wince in pain. My brows draw in and I eye his wing. I hated the fact that he had to go outside. Yeah he was safe at the mansion, but what if something happens? I wouldn’t be able to come to his rescue. Grumbling at the thought as my head tilts to the side]
Be careful. [Looking around the PT suite before I let my eyes rest on the male’s again.] You can...sleep upstairs...in the mansion. [Hell Wrath might not like that, but how could I tell this male to sleep down here tonight. After he just not only saved my life but kissed me. Twice! My eyes focused on him as he slid off of the gurney. Hands outstretched incase I had to catch him. I hated that he was hurting and all because of me. Though I knew that he would be okay once he got some sun. Shifting out into the hallway with him, my eyes on his wings. I couldn’t get over them. They were breathtaking.]
I’ll talk to fritz about having him set up one of the guest rooms. You are...my guest. [My lips twitch at that before my eyes lifted to search his own.] Why don’t you follow me up and go out through the front door that way he can greet you when you come back inside, true? Speaking of...do you need me to carry your wing again?
[Was it an excuse to touch him again? Maybe. Did I really need an excuse? Not really. Snorting at the thought before I move to do it anyway. My fingers move through the feathers as I incline my head.] Head straight down that hallway. I got you.
[Hell I did have him. I couldn’t help but hear his words in my head over and over again. He was going to stay, but what did that mean? Stay and fight with us? Stay and...kiss me some more? My chest rumbles at the thought of that.]
Mal:
I was glad for the support as the male moved in, regardless of the question, and lifted my injured wing. A little sunlight and I’d at least, hopefully, be able to move the wing myself. If the tendons and muscles could just… knit themselves back together a touch, I could raise it to my back once more.
“A guest of the Brother Zsadist,” I murmured as we moved toward the door as one, smothering a wry grin. “I feel so important.”
I flashed him a teasing smile, the hall, a locked door and another tunnel passing in a blur until we were back in the mansion part of the grounds once more. The impressive entryway gleamed around us, but I had eyes only for the Brother as he helped me to the front door. Then the doggen appeared. He looked particularly aggrieved at my injured state, and if my wings surprised him, I couldn’t tell. Unflappable was most definitely the word to describe him.
“Masters, may I be of aid? The shutters have come down, I would hate for the my Lords to be caught out in the sun.”
Shooting Zsadist a bemused look, I shook my head.
“Thanks, my man, but I need the sunlight to heal. If you could let me back in though when I’m done, that’d be sweet,” I add, flashing him a big smile.
Doggen amused me. Don’t ask me why. They were a surreal thing, since I’d never known even one before this place and its warriors and halls of marble statues.
Zsadist:
[When we arrived upstairs the Doggen was already there to greet us. I swear Fritz always knew just about everything that was going on in the mansion. Slowly my hands dropped from the angel’s wing. Wishing I could help him outside without getting burnt to a crisp. Though my eyes never left him until the vestibule door was closed. Letting out a sigh as I turn my attention back towards the Doggen.]
He is my guest and will be heading upstairs after for some much needed rest. Please...make sure he is okay out there. If you need me, let me know. [Fritz smiled wide before bowing his head. “Of course, Sire. I’ll make sure he finds his way back inside.” With that said he heads off. But I couldn’t help myself from looking back at the closed door.
After a few moments I find myself heading up the grand staircase. I couldn’t get the angel out of my head. What if he needed me once he got back inside…? Scrubbing a hand over my skull trim as I make my way to my bedroom. Hell is this what it felt like to...care for another? I was fucked. That was for sure.
Once inside I’m greeted by the black cat that took up residence in my room. His body moved between my legs as I quickly made my way to the bathroom. I needed to just shower and wash the night off me then catch a few z’s. Hopefully with the male here in the mansion, I wouldn’t have any nightmares tonight.]
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NIGHTMARES: PART 5 w/@BellaRAhgony
Bella: *I woke up from my nap with Nalla with a start. Nalla was snoring lightly beside me hugging her baby dragon Rhage had given her concentrating on her face as if she was trying really hard to grow.
I wiped the sweat from my brow and realized that these nightmares were getting out of control. Zsadist was worried about me. I he needed all his concentration out on the field. I’d never forgive myself if I ever became a distraction for him causing him to be hurt.
I picked up my phone and texted Mary to see if she wanted to have some coffee or hot chocolate with me in the library. It was time to talk to someone about these dreams. @IfOnly4MyNallas
Zsadist: Wrath had allowed me to cut back on my hours, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t have things to do. Tonight, I was on rotation, but I had nothing scheduled for after that, no training of, or driving the trainees home, no one-on-one sessions, and no sparring with any of the other males of the manse. Tonight I would actually be able to come home after fighting, put my young to bed, and see my shellan before she fell asleep. This was going to be a first in a very long time.
I took care in strapping on my gear. It was something I did almost every night, but I was methodical about it. Mary has said that my OCD tendencies spark from all the past trauma in my life. Now, my brain wants to control anything it can, right down to where and how all my weapons are strapped onto my body. A slight smile crossed my features as I thought about all that Mary had helped me with, over the years. She made me realize why I did a lot of the things I did, and it made me come to grips with who I was and who I wanted to be. She made me face things I didn’t want to, and head on. It took a while, but I was in such a better place now, then I had been for over two centuries. Well, recently I had been having some issues, but I was still better off than I had been a decade ago. I could only hope that once Bella spoke to Mary, Mary could do the same for her. I knew it was going to be an uphill battle, and it wouldn’t happen overnight, but if anyone could help Bella with what she was going through, it would be Mary.
Bella: *It was almost time for Last Meal by the time Mary and I were done talking. We spent hours in the library talking about those weeks I had been kidnapped those many years ago. Mary went down the hall and stairs and straight into the kitchen. She apparently wanted to see if could get away with baking cookies for Rhage before Fritz catches her.
I shook my head and the image of my head of Fritz keeping track of Mary will preparing the rest of Last Meal. For such an older doggen, he could still multitask like a young vampire. I head towards the playroom where Beth was watching the kids and see if Nalla needed to change clothing before Last Meal.
Walking into the playroom, I witness Nalla just as she flicked some blue paint at LW with Beth laughing at their antics. My head fell back in laughter as I pulled my phone out to take a picture. Nalla was covered in all sorts of colors. “Mama!!” she yells with a big grin. “How beautiful, baby.” I commented as she proudly showed me her artwork. Beth hands me a towel I could wrap around her so I wouldn't get paint on myself and we said our quick see you laters as we retreated to our suites to get the kids cleaned up for dinner.
As I gave Nalla a bath, I thought about Mary’s suggestion to perhaps start training with the trainees. At least in self defense. She thought that if I could defend myself that I would feel more powerful and more confident. Then perhaps in my dreams a different outcome would manifest. Nalla was singing and playing with the bubbles as my mind wondered about how Z would react.*
Zsadist: It had been one of the craziest nights I had experienced in a while. I had been paired with Phury and it was as if we had walked into a hive of lessers. We barely had time to call for backup before the action got rough. There were about twelve of them, and the two of us. Thankfully, Phury and I knew how to work as a team. We may not have been raised together, and may have lived a lifetime apart, but we were twins to our marrow. He zigged and I zagged. We were Yin and Yang when it came down to fighting. I was lean and fast. He had strength and power. Together we were virtually unstoppable. But, twelve were just a couple too many for the two of us to handle. We were warriors, we weren’t stupid. We knew when to call for backup and tonight was that night.
JM and Q were the two that showed up in an instant. As much of a hothead as Q was, I respected him. He was almost as scrappy as I used to be. And, JM was the one that saw the fight as a whole and plotted it out before he jumped in. Between the four of us, we had the situation under control in about 15 minutes.
It’s amazing how fast things can happen. A battle that seems almost insurmountable can be won in the blink of an eye. Yet, when it comes to battles of another nature, like the mind, they can take years, sometimes decades to barely gain a footing.
At the end of the fight, Phury called for Butch to run cleanup. As soon as Butch’s feet touched the ground, I was gone, dematted back to the manse. I could do my debrief tomorrow. Tonight, I was going to see my shellan and my young to bed.
*****
It took me all of ten minutes to scrub the lesser blood off my body down in the training center. I never took this shit to my quarters. I kept anything to do with the lessers as far away from my family as possible. It was kinda like church and state. There was work and there was life. It wasn’t so long ago that my life was encapsulated by fighting. Now, I had my life with Bella and Nalla. If it weren’t for them…
I quickly tossed my soiled clothes into the laundry room, on the way by, and raced up two sets of stairs to my bed chambers. As I slowly opened the door and walked in, I called out, “Bella?”
Bella: *I was still lost in my thoughts as Nalla said “Papa” and I realized that Zsadist had returned home. Relief washed through me as I could her his baritone voice echoed into the bathroom.* In here! *I responded as I finished rinsing Nalla’s hair from the shampoo as she continued to play with some bath toys. Z walked in and his beautiful citron eyes focused on me and he kissed my neck on both sides before giving me a kiss. Then he pulled a towel from the rack and opened it up for Nalla to snuggle in and dry off. I smiled as Nalla giggled as she shook her hair making all the water goes everywhere. Z teasingly scold her for the mess but smiles. I picked up another towel to dry off her hair as we both starting drying her off together and getting her ready for bed.
We had a routine, after a bath and brushing her teeth, Z and her laid in our mating bed to read a book until she fell asleep and he carried her to her nursery. I watched for a bit as I got myself for bed. I could hear their voices together, him reading and her babbling in baby talk with a few words here and there. Zsadist had come a long way since she was born and I’m forever grateful to the Virgin Scribe that our family was whole and healthy.
I wondered how to broach the subject that Mary had suggested. I wasn’t sure if Zsadist would take it as thought he could not protect me. Of course he could. Mary’s thought was that perhaps it would build my courage and confidence in myself. It was about me and my nightmares and what I needed to get rid of them.*
Zsadist: I can’t even tell you how good it felt to be able to do all this again. On nights that I actually made it home from work early enough to see my young to bed, this had been our routine. However, those nights had been few and far between for quite some time, so to be able to lie back, in my mated bed, and read to Nalla as she fought to stay awake, was like what I expect walking into The Fade must be like, pure fucking heaven. She cooed and babbled on, as if to respond to what I was reading, and every time I thought she was asleep, her eyes would pop back open and she would start all over. She didn’t realize that this wasn’t one of those rare nights that she would see her sire before bed. She had no way of knowing that tomorrow would be the same, and the night after that, and the night after that. She would take some time to get into this new routine.
Finally, after two books, both read twice, she finally knocked out hard. So, I quietly put the books down on the bedside table and slid my arms under her tiny frame. For a second, I thought she might wake up again, but she didn’t. She just rolled over in my arms, slinging one around my neck and started snoring again.
Gently, I walked her into the adjoining nursery and laid her down in her crib. I stole a few minutes to watch her sleep before heading back into Bella and my part of the suite.
“She’s out.” I let Bella know before walking over and wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her neck from behind. “So, how was your day, my Nalla?”
Bella: *I was just finishing up brushing my teeth when Zsadist came up behind me. I turned my head to kiss him sweetly as we greeted each other.* It was … productive.
Mary spent some time talking today. *I waited to see if he would respond. He stayed quiet as waited for me to continue. I turned around in his arms so I could look up at him and fully gage his reactions.*
She feels that perhaps the nightmares stem from my insecurities. Everyone has been so busy lately so it’s just been Nalla and me mostly. So we’re by ourselves most nights while your out in the field. *I shrugged, I didn’t want to make him feel guilty about doing his job. The Brothers were out there protecting the race … savings lives. They saved mine not too long ago. So I fully understood the importance of what he did each not personally.
I had no idea how Zsadist would take what she suggested next. I never wanted him to feel that he wasn’t enough to protect me or Nalla. I took a deep breath and quickly told him what we discussed.*
She thought perhaps I need to train in self defense. Learn how to protect myself.
Zsadist: Once she turned, I leaned in and began to kiss down Bella’s neck as she spoke. I loved the way her head would ever-so-slightly lean toward me when I did that. I don’t know if she was even aware of it, but it was just one of those endearing things. However, when she mentioned being home alone all the time, I pulled back. This was something I was working on. I had already gone to Wrath about it, I had cut back on my hours, I was here now, and I planned on being here most every night from here on out. Was this a guilt trip? I know I haven’t been around, I’ve made a point to correct that. Is she upset that it took her nightmares to make me realize. Well, maybe so, but she also could’ve mentioned them to me. She could have spoken up long before. She didn’t have to suffer through all the nights she did and not told me there was a problem.
I knew that my thoughts were flying off the handle, but I already felt guilty enough. It was bearing down on everything and wearing my patience thin. I took a deep breath as I waited for the other shoe to drop. I had no idea what it would be, but I was expecting some long, drawn out night of this to escalate into, “You just haven’t taken my feelings into consideration, lately.” or maybe, “What about your young? Doesn’t she matter to you, at all.” I certainly wasn’t expecting what did come out of her mouth.
Instinctively, images of another Brother’s arms wrapped around Bella, as she tried to get herself free of him, flashed across my mind and I began to see red, pacing the tiled, bathroom floor like a caged tiger. There was no way in fuck this was going to happen! Absolutely, fucking, not!
Then memories of my conversations with Mary creeped in. Talk about trusting in oneself. I had the utmost respect for that woman, and if this was what she was recommending… Shit! I stopped and scrubbed my face with my hands. If this was what Bella needed, I needed to stand behind her...but, the training she would be doing would be with Payne, or Xhex, or even with the other female trainees. She would not be training with any of the males. I loved most of my brothers, but they were not laying a finger on my shellan! “Nalla, if that is going to be what makes you feel comfortable, better, and stops these nightmares from happening, then I’m good with it. But, I will have conditions.”
Bella: *I looked up at him and watch his expression stay tight and all emotion gone unless you paid attention. His citron eyes giving him away. Imperceptible. Barely. If his eyes had been midnight black … you could only see darkness at the surface. You had to look deeply.
I could see curiosity, anger, guilt? He seemed relieved. Which was odd. Not an expression that I was expecting. Anger. Disappointment in me maybe. As I looked into his citron eyes all I could see was concern now.* Conditions? Wait, you’re not angry? Or offended?
*I was pleased that he knew that I never doubted his ability with protecting me. I knew he would lay his life for me. Mary and I spoke about my fears about his doubts. Zsadist and I have come a long way since we came into each other's lives. I thought back at those weeks I spent in this very manse after being rescued. I had felt so guilty that I could stop from being near him when I knew he didn’t want anything intimate with me. My need to feed … I could still feel my surprise with finding him scrubbing his wrists raw … cleansing himself of unseen contamination.
My memories were jarred from the past and back into the present, as Z’s voice penetrated through my woolgathering.*
Zsadist: Angry? Offended? More like anger and guilt… at the fact that as much as I wanted to be, I couldn’t be by hers or Nalla’s side 24/7. There would be times in their lives when it was going to be up someone else to put their lives in front of my Nallas. That thought gutted me to the core. It was my responsibility to keep them safe from any kind of harm, however, it was also my duty to keep the race safe. I couldn’t do both, 100% of the time. So, as much as it did anger me, and yeah, maybe it offended me in some small part, I understood why this subject had come up.
The other thing was, after all my years of treatment with Mary, I had to remind myself that none of this was about me. This was all about Bella and her sense of security, and as much as I would like to be the knight in shining armor in her dreams, she has to be that for herself. I wanted her to be that for herself. I wanted her to feel that no matter what, she had the ability to stand on her own two feet.
Reaching back out and pulling her close again, I looked into her eyes. “Nalla, as much as I want you to trust that I will always be there to put myself in harms way to keep you safe, I know that in all actuality, I can’t be there, with you 24/7.” I pulled back just a tad, “That kills me, by the way!” Offering up a soft smile, I continued, “Also, after all my time with Mary, I understand that this isn’t about me. It has nothing to do with me. This is all about you, you and your ability to trust in yourself. I know that in here...” I put one palm on her chest, right above her heart, “is a warrior’s heart, and if you doing a little bit of training is what you need to believe that truth, then I’m all for it.”
Bella: *I knew this would be hard for Z. I can also understand it may get harder for him. Especially after my first bruise … I remembered what it was like for the boys at the beginning with they were pre-trans and after. It made me happy though to see them now. I guess I needed to talk to Xhex and Payne about seeing if they could make some time for me in their schedule. Cause sure as Dhund … none of the Brothers would ever consider it.*
Are you sure? Are you ready to possible see bruises on me? *Dame watching those eyes go from citron to obsidian in a blink of an eye was something else.* Baby, you know it will happen when I start sparring. I have to engage to learn. *I said slowly as I watched the blackness slowly disappear into the yellow I love after a few moments of contemplation.* Just know that it just means that I’m growing stronger … hopefully. Unless you want to teach me? *I asked knowing that he would no doubt refuse. He would never be able to strike me. I could however see him instructing me with the punching bag or something.*
Zsadist: At the mention of bruises, every single muscle in my body went rigid and fire sparked in my soul. The very thought that my Nalla was going to be marred in any way, shape, or form made me think twice about my compliance in the whole idea. How was I going to lie next to my shellan every single night, seeing these wounds all over her body, and just be okay with it? How was I going to handle her flinching at my touch? A low rumble radiated from my gut at the thought. Then I saw the look in her eyes. She needed this so fucking much. How could I say, “No?”
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes to process everything that was running through my mind. I was going to have to make peace with this. Then she dropped the next bomb.
Me teach her?! Was she fucking mad?! I took a step back, held up my arms, and shook my head once. “Absolutely not! And don’t think of asking any of my Brothers. Training will be with Xhex, or better yet, Payne. You probably shouldn’t work with any of the female trainees. Most of them don’t know how to fight their way out of a wet paper bag yet, and you’d only get hurt.” I took a step back in and put my finger to Bella’s chin, “Can we agree on Xhex or Payne?”
Bella: *Smiles as I predicted his reaction correctly.* I was thinking of you teaching me techniques like a punching bag or something, Z. *Shakes my head knowing he would never be able to hit me in any form.*
But yes, I can agree with Xhex or Payne. I’m sure they both wouldn’t mind. *After a few moments of further contemplation his eyes finally returned to the beautiful citron. I knew it would be difficult for him to see me hurt in any way. I remembered once when he wouldn’t even let me dematerialize when I was pregnant before I was unable to. A bonded male always protects their mate regardless sometimes of the ridiculousness. I smile and give him a kiss.*
Try not to worry baby, ok? And let’s avoid watching any of my training sessions, shall we? *I suppressed an internal cringe at the thought of him watching me spar with Xhex or Payne. I highly doubt that he would ever strike a female but one was a symphath with her own set of hidden assets and the other was half deity also with her own special gifts.*
Zsadist: Leaning in, I returned her gentle kiss. I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle all this. Saying I was okay with it and being okay with it was going to be two entirely different things. Right now, I could spit out the words. Living through it all was going to be next to impossible, though.
Throwing my head back, I let out a hefty groan. “Me, watch? Seriously?” There was no way in Dhund I was going to step foot in that gym while anyone was putting their hands on my shellan. Someone might end up hurt. The only female I ever dreamed of doing harm to was my mistress. However, I couldn’t promise that my instincts wouldn’t take over were I to witness any harm coming to Bella. I think I might just see red and lose all sense. “Bella, no need to worry about that. I won’t even be stepping foot downstairs on nights you are training.”
Reaching an arm around Bella’s waist, I pick her up and carry her off to our bed. “Now, less talk … “ I suggest as I drop her on the bed and lean in to indulge in my female.
#Nightmares #PartFive #SaintsNSinners #BDB #SASBDB
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Bitty's First Night In The Field
V:
Emerging from the study Wrath had barked on about where everyone was going tonight on rotation, Bitty wasn't going to like when she finds out where we were going tonight. The Cop had drawn up a route for where we were going tonight, hell even I wasn't happy with it all either. Stomping down the grand staircase, going to the secret door under the stairs and punched in the code to enter the tunnels that led to the training centre and the medic ward.
Emerging in the supply cupboard of Tohr's office, I walked through and enters the training centre. Walking towards the medic centre, Bitty was seeing Q before we went out to reassure him that we were going to be fine tonight. Opening the door to the room where Q was laid up, Bitty was by his bedside, their hands linked together, going over to them I planted a deep and sensual kiss on Q's lips. Turning to Bitty I gave her a deep loving kiss “You ready for tonight?” I saw Q's face, with lines of worry “Don't worry too much Nallum we will be fine and will come back to you, feel me?” Bitty gave Q a kiss “Yes, I'm so excited” Christ how the fuck was I going to tell her where we were going tonight? “Come on we better get going” Leaning down I gave Q another kiss, Bitty said her goodbyes to Q and gave him another kiss.
Walking across the courtyard to the Escalade, pressing the button on the key fob, the indicator lights flashed signalling the SUV was open. Getting into the driver's seat, I buckled up and waited for Bitty to get in. Once she was in and buckled up I started the engine up “We’re in the suburbs tonight Nalla. Under no circumstances we are allowed near the clubs” Doing a K turn I headed down the road passing through the security gates before coming up to the junction to turn onto Route 22. I now know what Captain Picard felt like when he and the crew of the Enterprise were sent to the Romulan space to send back reports when the rest of Starfleet were engaged fighting with the Borg.
Bitty:
This was the night she had trained hard for. One that she had been waiting for since she was 13 years old. When her dad, Rhage, knelt down in front of her. And explained to her what he did. In the only way that he could. From that moment, she wanted to become a warrior like her dad. And she was well on her way. Though it took a lot of talking to her dad and mom, then her Uncles. Bitty didn’t do this to have others proud of her. No. She did this to save those that couldn’t save themselves. To protect. She could actually do something now. As a young she couldn’t. But now, everything was different. She was older, she could and would fight.
Leather pants, knee high shit kickers, leather jacket just past her waist with a black tank top. Weapons hidden along her body. Always had to be ready for anything. And she was. She left her room, making her way down to see Q. Her dad caught her before she could get to the med suite. Without saying a word he gave her one of his bear hugs. She knew he was worried. But she would be safe. And she made to tell him as such, as she hugged him tight and kisses his cheek. Letting him go with a smile, she slipped into the door under the stairs. Making her way to see her Nallum Q. Once there she peeked in with a smile, not liking the worry on his face. She went and sat with him, holding his hand. She had hoped that he would have gotten to go out with both her Nallum’s. But Q had taken a gunshot to the gut. So this is all they had, for now. He was healing. When her other Nallum, V came in. He didn’t look happy. She was about to ask what was wrong. But she didn’t have time too. We wanted to make sure Q didn’t worry. Loves and kisses goodbye all around. Going to the door, she stops turning back around. “Nallum we will be back safe and sound. And I’ll text promise.” She hoped that would help.
Rushing to catch up with V. She almost had to run to catch up with him. She hopped up into the Escalade, buckling in. Turning to V her smile bright, but his words caught her guard. Her face fell. “What?!? But nothing has been out there for years V!!!” She wasn’t happy. “That shows what they think of what I can do. I work hard for this, and we’re getting sent to the suburbs!” She wanted to do treated like others, she understood they wanted to protect her. But come on. “We won’t see a damn thing out there! Should just stay home and go spend time with Q.”
She looked back to V. “I know Uncle Tohr and Uncle Butch do this. Do they think I can’t do this? I have proved I can. I know they worry, but Nallum. I want to do more than drive or walk around the suburbs!”
V:
“Nalla the Brothers care for your safety, especially your dad. I don't think he’ll forgive himself if anything happened to you out in the field on your first night Nalla, true?” Approaching a quiet cul de sac, the houses all looked dark except for one in the middle. Lights illuminated the property, this had to be a house that the owners were vampires but there was something wrong about it. The front door was wide open, a faint smell of baby powder traveled through the vents of the Escalade. Fucking shit Lessers were in there. “Nalla I think you're going to get what you wished for. Call for back now”
Slowly getting out of the Escalade, drawing a SIG from my jacket I cautiously approached the residence. Scanning the area to see if the vampires were alive or dead a lesser came out of the doorway, more like thrown out. Putting the SIG away I grabbed my dagger from my chest holster and stabbed the undead back to his maker, the bright light erupted before fading, fuck the other houses. Humans lived in them and any lights like that and they're be up investigating. Taking my leather glove off I placed my glowing hand onto the asphalt, my hand begins to shimmer. Concentrating the mhis rose covering the house and garden. The personal war between the vampires and Lessers were now disguised from human eyes.
Raising back to my feet, pulling on my lead lined driving glove, Bitty had joined me by my side “How long till back up is here Nalla?” “Dad said he be here as soon as he can Nallum” “We have to stay out here till he comes, or should I say you Nalla. I need to know what's going on” Taking the SIG back out I stalk up towards the front door. Something pushes me out of the way realising it was Bitty “NALLA!!!”
Bitty:
She sighed softly. “I know Nallum, but this is dangerous. We all know this, and everyone grilled me for hours. The reasons behind it and all. I was saved by the brotherhood. And the day that dad talked to me. I knew this what I wanted to do.” She looked out the window, as the city passed by and we made our way to the suburbs. To was so peaceful around here. A sigh escaped her lips, it was going to be a long fucking night. Drumming her fingers on the arm rest of the door. When the smell hit her nose, she almost wanted to gag. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. A shiver traveled upper spine. Nodding her head, she pulled out her phone and called her dad. “Dad, we need back up at 1624 Maple Ave.” his deep voice coming over the line. “Be there as soon as I can my Bits.” She could hear him running. They hung up.
She hopped out, and made her way over, gun drawn from the small of her back. Her soft eyes turning hard as she checked out their surroundings. It was a two story house. The closer she got, the smell of baby powder become worse. She would never get use to it. Coming to stand along side her Nallum. Her body tensed and ready what might come at them. Her mouth dropped, did he really think that she was going to stand by and let him go in alone? The male was crazy if he thought that. He didn’t know what the hell he was walking into. He could be hurt and laid up right next to Q. She narrowed her eyes. “Or you could stay out here with me.” She said.
Not like the male listened to her. He was already stalking for the door. She was going to chew out later for that. He wasn’t paying attention. Bitty had a good view of the door from here. A lessor was coming up from around the corner. Without thinking she ran up and pushed V out of the way. He would have been hit in the head. And Scribe knows what else. The lessor was huge. Bitty had to look up to him. Shit! He grinned at her. He had a large bat in his hand. He raised it and swung down, she threw up her arms and crossed them. Making contact with bat. She could hear a crack. Pain laced through her arm but she ignored it. There was worse that happen. Pushing through the pain she pushed as hard as she could. He stumbled back and she drew her gun, holding it in one hand she shot him both arms and one leg. He roared out in pain. She drew a long dagger from her thigh and ran at him, swinging her dagger high and across, slicing across his throat. He grabbed his throat eyes wide at the small framed female before him.
Panting and spatted in black blood. Two female screams fill the air. Bitty froze, turning her head slowly. It was coming from upstairs. Flashes of the screams of her and her mahmen filled her mind. Shaking her head, she turned and ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. She followed the smell of blood and lessors. Running down the hall and through a door at the end. There in the room two lessors, an adult female on the floor, a young about 10 years old huddled in a corner, tears rolling down her cheeks. She was shaking like a little leaf. Bitty had to save the little one, she had to. Walking into the room, she popped off a few shots to one of the lessors in the back of the head. The little one screamed and covered her ears. Bitty ran, as the lessor turned and she placed herself between it and the little one. “You fucker, come at me. See how well you play with someone that knows what they are doing.” He grinned, as he rushed at her. They engaged in hand to hand. Her moves graceful and fast. As she kept the lessor away from the little one. He grabbed ahold of her and slammed her into the wall, holding her by the neck. She clawed at his hand. He looked pleased with himself. She smirked. “I’m going to beat that fucking look off your face.” He laughed as she reached into her boot and pulled out a knife and sliced through the muscles of his arm.
V:
Fuck that female was going to be the death of me. Running into the house a lesser was laying on the floor with its throat cut, taking out my dagger once again I stabbed the fucker in its chest where it's heart used to be, a bright light and a pop later the fucker was reduced to ashes. Sheathing my dagger back into the holster, I get up to my feet heading deeper into the house. On the kitchen floor there was a male, he was the one I presumed who threw the lesser out of the front door. The lesser I had sent back to the Omega in the hallway was the one who had killed the male. Another life wasted, I hated this past of the job. Running my gloved hand through my hair I hear a spine chilling scream from upstairs. Bitty!!
Running up the stairs I flatten my big body against the wall edging my way nearer to the room I heard the scream from. Craning my neck around the door jab, a ten year old female young was in the corner, her Mahmen, I guess was laid in front of her, a lesser with a gunshot wound in its head was next to the female's body. But the thing that had my blood boiling was another lesser that had my female pinned next to the wall, it's hands all over her. Bitty had taken her dagger out but couldn't get the reach right to sink her dagger into the lesser. My fangs descend, snarling loudly I grabbed the lesser by the neck, peeling the fucker off Bitty “You don't touch what belongs to me you fucking asshole” Striking quickly, sinking my fangs into its neck I tore it's throat out. Black oily blood spurted from its artery, I dropped the deadbeat onto the floor. Kneeling beside it I drew my dagger from my holster and stabbed the lesser back to the Omega.
A whimpering sound had me whipping my head around, fuck the young. “Nalla comfort the the young, you're dad should be here soon” Right on cue Hollywood came barrelling through the door “What the fuck? Bits are you alright?” Wiping the black blood off my chin with my gloved hand, I didn't want to scare the young anymore than what she was already. Yeah right I did a fucking good job at that when I ripped the lesser's throat out in front of her. Fuck I was a bastard, that young was going to have nightmares about that for a very long time.
Bitty:
Bitty thought she was done for. Even with the lesser’s arm cut. She heard her Nallum’s voice. Her eyes searched for him. Eyes locked on her male when he came into view. He was pissed to hell, and his fangs were out. In that moment she saw her true male. She fell to the floor on her feet, panting. Watching as her male ripped out the throat of the lesser. It was hard not to stare. Oddly it was a turn on to watch him like this. She stared for a long time until the whimper from the young brought her back. Nodding she walked over, dad coming in. A bruise on her neck from the lesser, arms screaming in pain. She would be fine once she fed. He came over and checked her over. “Dad I’m fine really.” Meeting his teal eyes. She tried to let him know she was ok. There was a young to worry about.
She bent down in front of the little one. “You’re safe now little one. Nothing will hurt you. I promise.” She opened her arms. Wide blue eyes met Bitty’s soft ones. The little one flung herself into Bitty’s arms. Wrapping her arms around the young, she picked her up. “I’m going to take her out of here.” With the young in her arms, she walked out. Keeping the young from seeing death all around her. Grabbing a blanket from the hall closet. She wrapped her, trying to get warmth into the young’s little form that shook.
Walking out the front door, she sat on the front steps, humming to the young, she rocked her back and forth. She stroked her hair. Memories of her past flooded her mind. Her mahmen holding her when she was hurt, humming to calm her. This little one was the reason she fought, she is the reason that she would go through the pain, even lay down her own life. To save just one was something. She just hoped that they didn’t pull her off. She would be chewed out for what she did. But a little girl could have died if she hadn’t done what she did. And she would do it all over again. If it meant she would be holding this young in her arms. This was her calling, this was her life. She would protect all that she could. She vowed to herself.
V:
Descending the stairs with Hollywood, this was going to have to reported to Wrath “Hey Hollywood this may be better coming from you but can you report this to Wrath. He’ll want to know the lessers are targeting the civilians in their own homes once again” “Will do my Brother but what are you and Bits be doing if I'm reporting this?” Coming to the front door Bitty was sat on the doorstep with the young wrapped up in a blanket “We be taking the young to Havers, to have her checked out and see if she has any other family” “What if there are none?” Hollywood enquired “Then she will have to go the Safe Place”
Hollywood clapped my shoulder “I hope there is someone out there for the young” Before I could answer him, Hollywood dematerialised back to the manse. Bending down next to Bitty “Hey Nalla, we need to take the young to Havers” I tried to take the young but Bitty refused to let go of her hold “Alright Nalla” Easing Bitty up so she was standing with the young in her arms, I put my arm around Bitty guiding her towards the Escalade. Opening the back door I helped her into the back, buckling them both into the back seat. Shutting the door I jumped into the driver's seat, turning the engine on I drove off to Havers. As for the young's parents, I'd have to come back before dawn and place the bodies in the cellar. Once there is confirmation of the young's relatives it will be them to do the fade ceremony. If not I would personally do that ceremony for the young.
#BittysFirstNightInTheField
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Marissa’sNeeding!
Marissa: It was my shift at SafePlace it had been really busy lately, what had happened before it had been forgotten we was getting back to normal. Since Vishous had updated the security making it safe again. I got myself ready and came out of the bathroom Butch was already for rotation, sitting on the bed just relaxing. I smiled, “Hey baby I am going to head of soon, have a good night” I kissed him on the lips, as I waved goodbye and headed to SafePlace. I was walking to safePlace when I started to feel hot, I took of my jumper off as I was nearly at safeplace I got to the door and headed inside, I went towards my office to catch up on some Paperwork.
Butch:
I'd showered and pulled on my leathers and muscle shirt. I was on patrol tonight. Arming up with pistols and daggers, I strapped on my chest holster and slid in the black daggers that Vishous had made for me. I took my leather jacket off its hanger and slid it on. Sitting on the bed I waited for Marissa, she said she was fine after the attack but at the back of my mind I had my doubts. She came out of the bathroom and got ready. She kissed me before she left like always but she seemed off tonight. Putting the thought to the back of my mind I picked up the Escalade keys and headed to the door. I wanted Marissa to take another night off but she insisted she went to the Safe Place. Looks like I be doing some drive bys there tonight
Marissa: I didn’t know what was wrong with me, I felt hot all over taking of my jumper didn’t seem to help either. I sat in my chair and carried on looking at the next family files and started reading them. All of a sudden a sharp pain went through me, ouch! That is when I could feel my body getting even hotter….Damn what is going on with me, a hot flush who knows. I could picture Butch standing near me asking what’s wrong, I didn’t know myself but something wasn’t right. I ignored the pain as I carried on reading the files.
Butch:
First thing I did was do a drive by by the Safe Place. Picking up my phone I rang Marissa “You alright baby?” She assured me that everything was fine. Hanging up I had a nagging feeling she wasn't, god knows what the male had done to her. Driving off I headed down into Caldwell.
Marissa: Sitting in my chair going through the files my phone rang, I looked at the screen and my eyes smiled, it was Butch. I guess he is worried and checking up on me as he probably noticed I wasn’t. I assured him I was fine and that I was relaxing in my chair as I was looking at the files on my desk. He hung up and I went back to reading, then all of a sudden another pain shoot through me, made me growl as it hurt a lot. The whole of my body felt like it was on fire….damn it what is happening!
Butch:
Parking the Escalade by the clubs near Trade Street. Getting out and locking the SUV up, my shitkickers pounded the asphalt as I went on patrol. It was yet another quiet night, worrying times were ahead of us. There was this new threat what Phury was looking at. The sooner we got an answer to that the better. My thoughts did a three sixty and began to think of Marissa again, there was something wrong with her tonight but as always she was hiding it from me. Looking at my watch I saw it was nearly time to do another drive by. Why was I checking on her so much? Was my bonding trying to tell me something?
Marissa: I didn’t know what was going on one minute I am okay the next, the pain shot right through me, my whole body felt like it was overheating, I turned the fan on to cool down it wasn’t helping either. I decided to head to the kitchen to get a glass of water maybe that would help. I reached the kitchen getting a glass from the cupboard and running the tap to drink the water to maybe cool of my insides. I drank a whole pint, it helped a little but it didn’t seem to help, another sharp pain hit me and did it hit me, my whole body was burning. I couldn’t stay here anymore I needed to get home fast. Do I just go home or do I ring Butch? Just then another sharp pain this time it was worse down below the burning got worse, Fuck….I held my stomach and bent down seeing if that worked. Nope the pain was getting worse by the minute, my head was telling me to go home, but my heart was telling me to call the love of my life, Butch. I just couldn’t focus the pain was just to much. I needed to think of what to do next, as another sharp pain hit me hard.
Butch:
I couldn't shake that feeling that something was wrong with Marissa. Running back to the Escalade, I got in and hit the gas pedal over to the Safe Place. Arriving I parked at the curb edge, picking up my phone and called Marissa yet again, I had to hear her voice to reassure myself she was fine. No answer. I was beside myself, I had to know if she was fine. Getting out I ran up to the front door banging loudly. Fuck I could of woke the dead with that knock.
Marissa: The pain wouldn’t stop I would wake everyone up who was sleeping, I drank some more water to ease it a little but it still wasn’t working. What do I do? Maybe it was best to dematerialise back to the pit. Go to our bedroom and rest maybe that was it. I got my stuff and dematerialised back to the pit, heading inside I went into our bedroom and changed into something less coolier. That is when another sharp pain hit me it was twice as worse, I couldn’t stand anymore as I fell to the floor, crying in pain. I stayed there praying that Butch would find me quick.
Butch:
Banging on the front door of the Safe Place till someone, anyone answered. The door opened, a doggen answered “Is Marissa here?” “I'm sorry sire but the mistress has already gone. She said she wasn't feeling to good” I thanked the doggen and headed back to the Escalade. Driving like a bat out of hell along Route 22 till I came to the dirt track that lead to the compound. Going through the security gates that seemed to open slowly, thank you Vishous, I eventually entered the courtyard. Stopping I got out of the SUV and ran straight to the pit, punching the code in and ran into the pit. “Marissa where are you” I heard a faint moan coming from our bedroom. Going in I find Marissa sprawled out on the floor. Bending down I take her into my arms. That's when a blast of heat erupted from Marissa. The only other time I felt this heat was when Bella was in her needing. “O fuck!”
Marissa: The pain was getting worse, I was hoping that Butch would get here soon. I didn’t get chance to look at my phone. That is when I heard him shouting out for me, I couldn’t speak all I could do is moan, my body wasn’t mine the heat and the pain was nothing I had ever felt before. The next thing I knew Butch had picked me up and another blast of heat erupted from me, the next thing I heard was Butch saying “Oh Fuck” What is happening to me.
Butch:
“Baby can you hear me? I think you're going into your needing. Do you want me to service you” I was secretly praying that she did and not have her Havers come round and knock her out with a powerful drug. Before I could move Marissa had hold of me as another wave ripped through her body “Need… you… Butch” Halle-fucking-lujah. I carefully picked Marissa up and laid her on our bed. Stripping off, my body ready for her to use and abuse.
Marissa: I didn’t know what to say, of course I could hear him the pain was just to much I couldn’t even answer him. I knew the best option was to go to my brother and get drugs to knock me out. But I knew Butch loved me and he wouldn’t want me to do that, so I did answer him back in my soft voice. “Yes, baby….I need you, all of you” That is when he picked me up and put me slowly down on the bed, the next wave hit me and I grabbed him and pushed him down to me as our body’s were going to be used and abused. I knew I made the right choice. My Butch was going to give me what I needed, him.
Butch:
Pushing my myself into Marissa, she was screaming out loudly. Fuck I was hurting her but as I was pulling out she grabbed my arms “Eases the pain when you're in me” Nodding I got back to the game plan. Pushing back into my Marissa, I began to move my hard rod in and out of her. Servicing my female in her hour of need was pure bliss, even when she chewed my neck raw. It was all worth it, it was what brought us closer together. This was my idea of heaven.
#MarissasNeeding #SASBDB
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#Memories #BDB #DSM Part One
Written by: @TohrmentNLoss & @FadeWhalker
Bitty: Nights ran together. Every night I stood at the edge of town. I watched and waited, nothing came. /'Wait..he is coming.'/ That threw me for a loop. Who the hell was coming? I shook my head.
I had kept away from the assholes. They did nothing but hold me back. They had to drive everywhere. When I could just demat where I wanted. I sat facing towards the pull that brought me here. The wind blew my hair around me. I closed my eyes. I felt hallow, nothing was left of me. Anger was the only thing that made sense to me. I was fucked up. I wanted to taste blood. To see it seep from their bodies. As the life faded from their eyes. I grinned like a crazy person.
My elbow rested on my bent knee. I was getting tired of sitting here. But I couldn't pull myself away from my spot. Not even the blood of a male could pull me away. The lesser's had came and went. I ignored them. They were nothing to me at the moment.
A whisper on wind, /'Remember...'/ Pulled back into a time, I long since thought I forgot.
:: Memory.::
I laid in the damn bed. And they weren't comfortable at all. My leg bounced as my hand rested on my stomach. I watched the door for Tohr to walk through. He had some work to finish up. And I was here early anyways.
I rubbed my stomach, where our young laid and grew. I looked down where my hand rested. The tips of my fingers traced softly. I never thought I would have a young, let alone with the male that I loved. We hadn't told anyone yet. This was my first appointment. We didn't want jinx it. I could lose this young before I even got far along. That scared the shit out of me. Would I make it through giving life to our young? Tohrment had already lost one female and young. I didn't want to be another for him to lose. I really needed to stop thinking like this. It was only something beautiful together. I leaned back my head against the raised bed. Closing my eyes with a gentle smile on my face as I stroked my stomach. :::::::::::::::::::::::: Tohrment: After ravaging through villages, and cities, picking off humans who I thought deserved to be chewed on like a chew toy, I found myself inside of a barn, beneath everything. I was tired, sore, and still thirsting for blood. These dickbags weren't covering it, and it didn't help That people were scared to come out at night anymore. News of what I was doing was written through out the news papers. I found myself in Italy, and as I read through the translations, they called the killings a predator. I was a predator, but these killings...they didn't know What caused them. So at least my tracks were covered, sort of. My arm was bent beneath my head, as I stared up into ceiling. /Help her.../ "Help who goddamn it! Who the fuck am I?!" As no one answered every time I asked, I cursed and my eyes closed. /Remember.../ With that word I fell asleep.
/Memory/
I was fucking excited! I asked Wrath if I could do part of my patrol tonight, and he reluctantly agreed, and decided to put V and Butch as back up after telling Phury that him and I would do one half of the routes. No one knew that I had an appointment To go to. That's how we wanted it. We wanted to know if it was true first. B...was going to have a young. My young. I was scared as fuck too, I knew the risks, considering what happened with W...this time. I was going to make sure things ended up different. I didn't know how, Especially since the female was just as bullheaded as her father. That didn't scare me though, I knew she knew of my fears, so hopefully she would not be as stubborn. A young. My mind was split, and that was dangerous as fuck. When Phury had to call my name for the sixth time, He kicked my ass to whatever it was that kept me from getting my ass killed. "Sorry /brother/..." I said sheepishly. "I just have somewhere I really need to be." "Go." He ordered as he called in Zsadist. I grinned and dematted to Havers. :::::::::::::::::: Bitty: Why did they need to have a ticking clock? Did the not know how that could get on a females nerves? It made waiting all the more hard. What would they find? Would everything be ok? The young? I pushed all those thoughts aside. I focused on the excitement I was feeling. All in a short amount of time, I had been giving a dream I didn’t know that I wanted. Yes I wanted to be with and mated to Tohr. But was amazing. A sweet little life that would come into this world in 18 months. Our young! Scribe!
I was brought out of my thoughts when one of #Havers nurses came in. She had a smile on her face. I looked over, giving my own smile. “Shall we start?” I arched a brow and my smile fell. “No..he isn’t here yet. We can’t start without him!” I wasn’t about to let Tohr miss out on this.
Pushing myself up on the damn bed. “Miss..we just have a test and a few other things.” Shaking my head at the female. I huffed, “No..” I looked up to the clock. “..he will be here.” Tohr wouldn’t miss this for the world. “Just give my male time to get here.” She nodded her head and slipped back out. I rested back on the bed once more. Closing my eyes once more. Happy thoughts that was all I was going to have right now.
The nurse went back down to the station mumbling about the female in the room down the hall.
I let my mind wonder on what our young would look like. Looking just like his daddy. Those eyes. Our young would be a heartbreaker. We were both in trouble. But I could wait for it all. I looked forward to everything that was to come. ::::::::::::::: Tohr: I just busted in the door when I heard the nurse talking about the female down the hall. With a dark growl, the woman looked up and swallowed. I guess from my face, she pointed down the hall shakily. Nodding my head slightly, I stalked down to the door she pointed to. Knocking Twice, "B..." I whispered softly. "Its me..." :::::::::::::: Bitty: His whispered words settled something inside of me like the those always did. Being as careful as I could, I got up off the bed. The one male I wanted to see was on the other side of the door.
I rushed as fast as I could. Opening the door as fast I could. When my eyes fell to the male the owned my heart and soul. A smile broke out on my face. “Tohr! You made it!” Without a second thought I launched myself at him. Wrapping my arms around his neck holding onto him. Everything was going to be just fine now. ::::::::::::::: Tohr: I held her close, picking her up off her feet and held her close. Her warmth calming my aching soul, nuzzling her neck, I inhaled her scent. Fucking hell she was amazing. :::::::::::::::: Bitty: Finally. That was the one word that rang through my head. He was here, nothing else mattered. No longer worried about thing. Everything was going to be great.
My body molded abs settled into his arms as my feet hung above the ground. There was no fear when he had me in his arms. I was safe from all that was around me. I placed a soft kiss to his neck. As my fingers ran through his hair. Wanting to touch him, hold him and never let go. He made everything right in the world. :::::::::::::: Tohr: I whispered her name and settled her stubborn ass on the bed. "Stay put." I told her as softly and sat on the other chair and threaded my fingers into her hand. "Phury damn near kicked me in the ass." I chuckled and told her what happened on Rotation. ::::::::::::: Bitty: My body warmed and relaxed as he whispered my name. I loved to hear it on it his lips. I looked up to him with a grin. “I’ll listen.” I knew that he was just looking out for me and our young.
Pulling his hand onto my lap. I stroked his fingers with my own. I laughed shaking my head. “I’m shocked he only did that!” Pulling his hand to my lips and kissing the back of his fingers. “But no kicking your ass! I’m going to have words with him!” And he knew that would too. :::::::::::: Tohr: "Nah, don't do that. I should have been paying more attention, or at least let them know what's going on." I placed my hand on her belly, my touch was comforting, and careful as if I was afraid that I could fuck up the chance. My thoughts turned to W...and I couldn't stop The smile from falling from my lips, "My son would be twenty by now..." I whispered before leaning up and kissed her belly. :::::::::::::::: Bitty: He was right I knew it. But I still didn’t like the thought of others beating Tohr. Hell I didn’t like the thought of beatings. It always brought back to many memories. Memories that I wanted to forget. And in this moment I wasn’t going to ruin it with my past. “I’ll be good and not say or do anything.” The touch of his hand against my stomach mad me relax. With a gentle smile I looked down at his large hand. Nestled under his hand, was our young. It made my eyes burn with tears of awe. I placed my hand on top of his, fingering slipping through his. The tips of my fingers brushed through his fingers.
His whispered words reached my ears and my heart broke. At the sweetness of the kiss and his words. Tears slipped along my cheeks. Raising my hand, I ran my fingers through his military cut hair. Offering him comfort. I knew this was hard for him. Whispering softly. “Tohr..” I looked to him. “..if we have a son. Could we name him after you and his big brother? To honor you both.” I asked gently. ::::::::::::::: Tohr: I smile at the thought, and I couldn't help but to nod. "If we have a daughter...I want to name her W..." I whispered. I knew it was a risky thing to do considering who the female was to me. My hand slips under her shirt and strokes her flesh before a knock came to the door. :::::::::::::: Bitty: With tears a smiled, nodding my head. I would be honored to name a girl after his late shellan. “And it shall be..T.” My body almost melted at the touch of his hand against my skin. I groaned when the knock came out the door. “Come in.” I called and #Havers came in. Pushing his glasses up his nose. I stiffened, I really didn’t like #Havers but this was the best way to go about it. He was shocked to see the brother next to me. “And you are the father?” I nodded my head. I wasn’t going to let him bring me down. He saw my face and with a curt he got started. ::::::::::::::::::: Tohr: The doc was a douche, especially considering the way he treated M. My sight fuzzed with anger and something else, but I shook it off internally and focused on her having her...invasive part of an exam. I had to fight back from snapping his neck, my fingers wrap themselves around Her fingers to keep from killing him. I waited until a nurse came in with a sonogram machine, when that came, my heart thudded inside of my chest, I was about to see my y...another bout of blurriness hit me, but once more I shook it off. ::::::::::::::::: Bitty: I squeezed his hand hard, I was uncomfortable and hated to have that male anywhere near my womanly parts. I closed my eyes tight, as blackness danced at the edges of my sight and was tugging me back. I flicked my eyes open, focuses of T. That was the only thing that was getting me through this.
I breathed a sigh of relief as he removed the Instruments and his damn hands.
The nurse walked in, I smiled, we were going to see our youn...
The nurse lifted my shirt, applying some cold goo to my stomach. As the doctor spread a wound like thing over my belly. A rushing and whooshing sound filled the room. He pointed out the young. “There.” He moved the wound once more. And the whooshing sound became louder. “Very strong heartbeat.”
I stared at the screen. The words of the doctor blurring out. I was in awe. there was our young on the screen. I squeezed T’s hand, as tears of joy flowed down my cheeks.
Our little one..our young. :::::::::::::: Tohr: I couldn't hear the voice, just the sound of the heart beat, and the image of a young. My eyes glued to the screen as I see a bean on the screen. That was it. A bean...I stroked her belly once more when another bout of blurriness hit me, and this time a bout of pain throbbed In my skull, causing me to cry out. I grasped my skull and dropped to my knees as everything blurred as darkness encroached...
/end of memory/
I sat up with a cry, the memory faded into nothing but blackness until I seen the tiny bean. What the fuck was that? /save them!/ ::::::::::::::: Bitty: I couldn’t think, I couldn’t form words. Me and my T, had created a miracle. It was never guaranteed that a young would come from a needing. But we were so lucky. That little heart beat was proof.
I stroked his arm, as I looked at the screen. I couldn’t rip my eyes away. Time stood still, in our own little family bubble.
The edges of my vision started to blur. I tried to shake it off, but it only got worse. It grew dark, I was being ripped away. I fought as hard as I could. It was no use...it was gone.
|end of memory.|
I let a scream, as I jarred for the memory I had helped hidden for so long. Tears of anger and hurt poured down my cheeks. As I pushed myself off the ground. With my fist I hit the ground over and over again.
“Why?!?” I screamed into the black of night. As my fist bruised and become bloody. “why?” I whispered.
/Remember..come back./ The words were whispered.
“Fuck you!” With bleeding fists I got up and walked away.
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Bitty’s First Night In the Field Ft. @Vishous_DP and @Bitty_DP
V:
Emerging from the study Wrath had barked on about where everyone was going tonight on rotation, Bitty wasn't going to like when she finds out where we were going tonight. The Cop had drawn up a route for where we were going tonight, hell even I wasn't happy with it all either. Stomping down the grand staircase, going to the secret door under the stairs and punched in the code to enter the tunnels that led to the training centre and the medic ward.
Emerging in the supply cupboard of Tohr's office, I walked through and enters the training centre. Walking towards the medic centre, Bitty was seeing Q before we went out to reassure him that we were going to be fine tonight. Opening the door to the room where Q was laid up, Bitty was by his bedside, their hands linked together, going over to them I planted a deep and sensual kiss on Q's lips. Turning to Bitty I gave her a deep loving kiss “You ready for tonight?” I saw Q's face, with lines of worry “Don't worry too much Nallum we will be fine and will come back to you, feel me?” Bitty gave Q a kiss “Yes, I'm so excited” Christ how the fuck was I going to tell her where we were going tonight? “Come on we better get going” Leaning down I gave Q another kiss, Bitty said her goodbyes to Q and gave him another kiss.
Walking across the courtyard to the Escalade, pressing the button on the key fob, the indicator lights flashed signalling the SUV was open. Getting into the driver's seat, I buckled up and waited for Bitty to get in. Once she was in and buckled up I started the engine up “We’re in the suburbs tonight Nalla. Under no circumstances we are allowed near the clubs” Doing a K turn I headed down the road passing through the security gates before coming up to the junction to turn onto Route 22. I now know what Captain Picard felt like when he and the crew of the Enterprise were sent to the Romulan space to send back reports when the rest of Starfleet were engaged fighting with the Borg.
Bitty:
This was the night she had trained hard for. One that she had been waiting for since she was 13 years old. When her dad, Rhage, knelt down in front of her. And explained to her what he did. In the only way that he could. From that moment, she wanted to become a warrior like her dad. And she was well on her way. Though it took a lot of talking to her dad and mom, then her Uncles. Bitty didn’t do this to have others proud of her. No. She did this to save those that couldn’t save themselves. To protect. She could actually do something now. As a young she couldn’t. But now, everything was different. She was older, she could and would fight.
Leather pants, knee high shit kickers, leather jacket just past her waist with a black tank top. Weapons hidden along her body. Always had to be ready for anything. And she was. She left her room, making her way down to see Q. Her dad caught her before she could get to the med suite. Without saying a word he gave her one of his bear hugs. She knew he was worried. But she would be safe. And she made to tell him as such, as she hugged him tight and kisses his cheek. Letting him go with a smile, she slipped into the door under the stairs. Making her way to see her Nallum Q. Once there she peeked in with a smile, not liking the worry on his face. She went and sat with him, holding his hand. She had hoped that he would have gotten to go out with both her Nallum’s. But Q had taken a gunshot to the gut. So this is all they had, for now. He was healing. When her other Nallum, V came in. He didn’t look happy. She was about to ask what was wrong. But she didn’t have time too. We wanted to make sure Q didn’t worry. Loves and kisses goodbye all around. Going to the door, she stops turning back around. “Nallum we will be back safe and sound. And I’ll text promise.” She hoped that would help.
Rushing to catch up with V. She almost had to run to catch up with him. She hopped up into the Escalade, buckling in. Turning to V her smile bright, but his words caught her guard. Her face fell. “What?!? But nothing has been out there for years V!!!” She wasn’t happy. “That shows what they think of what I can do. I work hard for this, and we’re getting sent to the suburbs!” She wanted to do treated like others, she understood they wanted to protect her. But come on. “We won’t see a damn thing out there! Should just stay home and go spend time with Q.”
She looked back to V. “I know Uncle Tohr and Uncle Butch do this. Do they think I can’t do this? I have proved I can. I know they worry, but Nallum. I want to do more than drive or walk around the suburbs!”
V:
“Nalla the Brothers care for your safety, especially your dad. I don't think he’ll forgive himself if anything happened to you out in the field on your first night Nalla, true?” Approaching a quiet cul de sac, the houses all looked dark except for one in the middle. Lights illuminated the property, this had to be a house that the owners were vampires but there was something wrong about it. The front door was wide open, a faint smell of baby powder traveled through the vents of the Escalade. Fucking shit Lessers were in there. “Nalla I think you're going to get what you wished for. Call for back now”
Slowly getting out of the Escalade, drawing a SIG from my jacket I cautiously approached the residence. Scanning the area to see if the vampires were alive or dead a lesser came out of the doorway, more like thrown out. Putting the SIG away I grabbed my dagger from my chest holster and stabbed the undead back to his maker, the bright light erupted before fading, fuck the other houses. Humans lived in them and any lights like that and they're be up investigating. Taking my leather glove off I placed my glowing hand onto the asphalt, my hand begins to shimmer. Concentrating the mhis rose covering the house and garden. The personal war between the vampires and Lessers were now disguised from human eyes.
Raising back to my feet, pulling on my lead lined driving glove, Bitty had joined me by my side “How long till back up is here Nalla?” “Dad said he be here as soon as he can Nallum” “We have to stay out here till he comes, or should I say you Nalla. I need to know what's going on” Taking the SIG back out I stalk up towards the front door. Something pushes me out of the way realising it was Bitty “NALLA!!!”
Bitty:
She sighed softly. “I know Nallum, but this is dangerous. We all know this, and everyone grilled me for hours. The reasons behind it and all. I was saved by the brotherhood. And the day that dad talked to me. I knew this what I wanted to do.” She looked out the window, as the city passed by and we made our way to the suburbs. To was so peaceful around here. A sigh escaped her lips, it was going to be a long fucking night. Drumming her fingers on the arm rest of the door. When the smell hit her nose, she almost wanted to gag. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. A shiver traveled upper spine. Nodding her head, she pulled out her phone and called her dad. “Dad, we need back up at 1624 Maple Ave.” his deep voice coming over the line. “Be there as soon as I can my Bits.” She could hear him running. They hung up.
She hopped out, and made her way over, gun drawn from the small of her back. Her soft eyes turning hard as she checked out their surroundings. It was a two story house. The closer she got, the smell of baby powder become worse. She would never get use to it. Coming to stand along side her Nallum. Her body tensed and ready what might come at them. Her mouth dropped, did he really think that she was going to stand by and let him go in alone? The male was crazy if he thought that. He didn’t know what the hell he was walking into. He could be hurt and laid up right next to Q. She narrowed her eyes. “Or you could stay out here with me.” She said.
Not like the male listened to her. He was already stalking for the door. She was going to chew out later for that. He wasn’t paying attention. Bitty had a good view of the door from here. A lessor was coming up from around the corner. Without thinking she ran up and pushed V out of the way. He would have been hit in the head. And Scribe knows what else. The lessor was huge. Bitty had to look up to him. Shit! He grinned at her. He had a large bat in his hand. He raised it and swung down, she threw up her arms and crossed them. Making contact with bat. She could hear a crack. Pain laced through her arm but she ignored it. There was worse that happen. Pushing through the pain she pushed as hard as she could. He stumbled back and she drew her gun, holding it in one hand she shot him both arms and one leg. He roared out in pain. She drew a long dagger from her thigh and ran at him, swinging her dagger high and across, slicing across his throat. He grabbed his throat eyes wide at the small framed female before him.
Panting and spatted in black blood. Two female screams fill the air. Bitty froze, turning her head slowly. It was coming from upstairs. Flashes of the screams of her and her mahmen filled her mind. Shaking her head, she turned and ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. She followed the smell of blood and lessors. Running down the hall and through a door at the end. There in the room two lessors, an adult female on the floor, a young about 10 years old huddled in a corner, tears rolling down her cheeks. She was shaking like a little leaf. Bitty had to save the little one, she had to. Walking into the room, she popped off a few shots to one of the lessors in the back of the head. The little one screamed and covered her ears. Bitty ran, as the lessor turned and she placed herself between it and the little one. “You fucker, come at me. See how well you play with someone that knows what they are doing.” He grinned, as he rushed at her. They engaged in hand to hand. Her moves graceful and fast. As she kept the lessor away from the little one. He grabbed ahold of her and slammed her into the wall, holding her by the neck. She clawed at his hand. He looked pleased with himself. She smirked. “I’m going to beat that fucking look off your face.” He laughed as she reached into her boot and pulled out a knife and sliced through the muscles of his arm.
V:
Fuck that female was going to be the death of me. Running into the house a lesser was laying on the floor with its throat cut, taking out my dagger once again I stabbed the fucker in its chest where it's heart used to be, a bright light and a pop later the fucker was reduced to ashes. Sheathing my dagger back into the holster, I get up to my feet heading deeper into the house. On the kitchen floor there was a male, he was the one I presumed who threw the lesser out of the front door. The lesser I had sent back to the Omega in the hallway was the one who had killed the male. Another life wasted, I hated this past of the job. Running my gloved hand through my hair I hear a spine chilling scream from upstairs. Bitty!!
Running up the stairs I flatten my big body against the wall edging my way nearer to the room I heard the scream from. Craning my neck around the door jab, a ten year old female young was in the corner, her Mahmen, I guess was laid in front of her, a lesser with a gunshot wound in its head was next to the female's body. But the thing that had my blood boiling was another lesser that had my female pinned next to the wall, it's hands all over her. Bitty had taken her dagger out but couldn't get the reach right to sink her dagger into the lesser. My fangs descend, snarling loudly I grabbed the lesser by the neck, peeling the fucker off Bitty “You don't touch what belongs to me you fucking asshole” Striking quickly, sinking my fangs into its neck I tore it's throat out. Black oily blood spurted from its artery, I dropped the deadbeat onto the floor. Kneeling beside it I drew my dagger from my holster and stabbed the lesser back to the Omega.
A whimpering sound had me whipping my head around, fuck the young. “Nalla comfort the the young, you're dad should be here soon” Right on cue Hollywood came barrelling through the door “What the fuck? Bits are you alright?” Wiping the black blood off my chin with my gloved hand, I didn't want to scare the young anymore than what she was already. Yeah right I did a fucking good job at that when I ripped the lesser's throat out in front of her. Fuck I was a bastard, that young was going to have nightmares about that for a very long time.
Bitty:
Bitty thought she was done for. Even with the lesser’s arm cut. She heard her Nallum’s voice. Her eyes searched for him. Eyes locked on her male when he came into view. He was pissed to hell, and his fangs were out. In that moment she saw her true male. She fell to the floor on her feet, panting. Watching as her male ripped out the throat of the lesser. It was hard not to stare. Oddly it was a turn on to watch him like this. She stared for a long time until the whimper from the young brought her back. Nodding she walked over, dad coming in. A bruise on her neck from the lesser, arms screaming in pain. She would be fine once she fed. He came over and checked her over. “Dad I’m fine really.” Meeting his teal eyes. She tried to let him know she was ok. There was a young to worry about.
She bent down in front of the little one. “You’re safe now little one. Nothing will hurt you. I promise.” She opened her arms. Wide blue eyes met Bitty’s soft ones. The little one flung herself into Bitty’s arms. Wrapping her arms around the young, she picked her up. “I’m going to take her out of here.” With the young in her arms, she walked out. Keeping the young from seeing death all around her. Grabbing a blanket from the hall closet. She wrapped her, trying to get warmth into the young’s little form that shook.
Walking out the front door, she sat on the front steps, humming to the young, she rocked her back and forth. She stroked her hair. Memories of her past flooded her mind. Her mahmen holding her when she was hurt, humming to calm her. This little one was the reason she fought, she is the reason that she would go through the pain, even lay down her own life. To save just one was something. She just hoped that they didn’t pull her off. She would be chewed out for what she did. But a little girl could have died if she hadn’t done what she did. And she would do it all over again. If it meant she would be holding this young in her arms. This was her calling, this was her life. She would protect all that she could. She vowed to herself.
V:
Descending the stairs with Hollywood, this was going to have to reported to Wrath “Hey Hollywood this may be better coming from you but can you report this to Wrath. He’ll want to know the lessers are targeting the civilians in their own homes once again” “Will do my Brother but what are you and Bits be doing if I'm reporting this?” Coming to the front door Bitty was sat on the doorstep with the young wrapped up in a blanket “We be taking the young to Havers, to have her checked out and see if she has any other family” “What if there are none?” Hollywood enquired “Then she will have to go the Safe Place”
Hollywood clapped my shoulder “I hope there is someone out there for the young” Before I could answer him, Hollywood dematerialised back to the manse. Bending down next to Bitty “Hey Nalla, we need to take the young to Havers” I tried to take the young but Bitty refused to let go of her hold “Alright Nalla” Easing Bitty up so she was standing with the young in her arms, I put my arm around Bitty guiding her towards the Escalade. Opening the back door I helped her into the back, buckling them both into the back seat. Shutting the door I jumped into the driver's seat, turning the engine on I drove off to Havers. As for the young's parents, I'd have to come back before dawn and place the bodies in the cellar. Once there is confirmation of the young's relatives it will be them to do the fade ceremony. If not I would personally do that ceremony for the young.
#BittysFirstNightInTheField
#DarkParables
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@Marissa_SASBD @HardAssExCop Marissa's Needing
Marissa: It was my shift at SafePlace it had been really busy lately, what had happened before it had been forgotten we was getting back to normal. Since Vishous had updated the security making it safe again. I got myself ready and came out of the bathroom Butch was already for rotation, sitting on the bed just relaxing. I smiled, “Hey baby I am going to head of soon, have a good night” I kissed him on the lips, as I waved goodbye and headed to SafePlace. I was walking to safePlace when I started to feel hot, I took of my jumper off as I was nearly at safeplace I got to the door and headed inside, I went towards my office to catch up on some Paperwork.
Butch:
I'd showered and pulled on my leathers and muscle shirt. I was on patrol tonight. Arming up with pistols and daggers, I strapped on my chest holster and slid in the black daggers that Vishous had made for me. I took my leather jacket off its hanger and slid it on. Sitting on the bed I waited for Marissa, she said she was fine after the attack but at the back of my mind I had my doubts. She came out of the bathroom and got ready. She kissed me before she left like always but she seemed off tonight. Putting the thought to the back of my mind I picked up the Escalade keys and headed to the door. I wanted Marissa to take another night off but she insisted she went to the Safe Place. Looks like I be doing some drive bys there tonight
Marissa: I didn’t know what was wrong with me, I felt hot all over taking of my jumper didn’t seem to help either. I sat in my chair and carried on looking at the next family files and started reading them. All of a sudden a sharp pain went through me, ouch! That is when I could feel my body getting even hotter….Damn what is going on with me, a hot flush who knows. I could picture Butch standing near me asking what’s wrong, I didn’t know myself but something wasn’t right. I ignored the pain as I carried on reading the files.
Butch:
First thing I did was do a drive by by the Safe Place. Picking up my phone I rang Marissa “You alright baby?” She assured me that everything was fine. Hanging up I had a nagging feeling she wasn't, god knows what the male had done to her. Driving off I headed down into Caldwell.
Marissa: Sitting in my chair going through the files my phone rang, I looked at the screen and my eyes smiled, it was Butch. I guess he is worried and checking up on me as he probably noticed I wasn’t. I assured him I was fine and that I was relaxing in my chair as I was looking at the files on my desk. He hung up and I went back to reading, then all of a sudden another pain shoot through me, made me growl as it hurt a lot. The whole of my body felt like it was on fire….damn it what is happening!
Butch:
Parking the Escalade by the clubs near Trade Street. Getting out and locking the SUV up, my shitkickers pounded the asphalt as I went on patrol. It was yet another quiet night, worrying times were ahead of us. There was this new threat what Phury was looking at. The sooner we got an answer to that the better. My thoughts did a three sixty and began to think of Marissa again, there was something wrong with her tonight but as always she was hiding it from me. Looking at my watch I saw it was nearly time to do another drive by. Why was I checking on her so much? Was my bonding trying to tell me something?
Marissa: I didn’t know what was going on one minute I am okay the next, the pain shot right through me, my whole body felt like it was overheating, I turned the fan on to cool down it wasn’t helping either. I decided to head to the kitchen to get a glass of water maybe that would help. I reached the kitchen getting a glass from the cupboard and running the tap to drink the water to maybe cool of my insides. I drank a whole pint, it helped a little but it didn’t seem to help, another sharp pain hit me and did it hit me, my whole body was burning. I couldn’t stay here anymore I needed to get home fast. Do I just go home or do I ring Butch? Just then another sharp pain this time it was worse down below the burning got worse, Fuck….I held my stomach and bent down seeing if that worked. Nope the pain was getting worse by the minute, my head was telling me to go home, but my heart was telling me to call the love of my life, Butch. I just couldn’t focus the pain was just to much. I needed to think of what to do next, as another sharp pain hit me hard.
Butch:
I couldn't shake that feeling that something was wrong with Marissa. Running back to the Escalade, I got in and hit the gas pedal over to the Safe Place. Arriving I parked at the curb edge, picking up my phone and called Marissa yet again, I had to hear her voice to reassure myself she was fine. No answer. I was beside myself, I had to know if she was fine. Getting out I ran up to the front door banging loudly. Fuck I could of woke the dead with that knock.
Marissa: The pain wouldn’t stop I would wake everyone up who was sleeping, I drank some more water to ease it a little but it still wasn’t working. What do I do? Maybe it was best to dematerialise back to the pit. Go to our bedroom and rest maybe that was it. I got my stuff and dematerialised back to the pit, heading inside I went into our bedroom and changed into something less coolier. That is when another sharp pain hit me it was twice as worse, I couldn’t stand anymore as I fell to the floor, crying in pain. I stayed there praying that Butch would find me quick.
Butch:
Banging on the front door of the Safe Place till someone, anyone answered. The door opened, a doggen answered “Is Marissa here?” “I'm sorry sire but the mistress has already gone. She said she wasn't feeling to good” I thanked the doggen and headed back to the Escalade. Driving like a bat out of hell along Route 22 till I came to the dirt track that lead to the compound. Going through the security gates that seemed to open slowly, thank you Vishous, I eventually entered the courtyard. Stopping I got out of the SUV and ran straight to the pit, punching the code in and ran into the pit. “Marissa where are you” I heard a faint moan coming from our bedroom. Going in I find Marissa sprawled out on the floor. Bending down I take her into my arms. That's when a blast of heat erupted from Marissa. The only other time I felt this heat was when Bella was in her needing. “O fuck!”
Marissa: The pain was getting worse, I was hoping that Butch would get here soon. I didn’t get chance to look at my phone. That is when I heard him shouting out for me, I couldn’t speak all I could do is moan, my body wasn’t mine the heat and the pain was nothing I had ever felt before. The next thing I knew Butch had picked me up and another blast of heat erupted from me, the next thing I heard was Butch saying “Oh Fuck” What is happening to me.
Butch:
“Baby can you hear me? I think you're going into your needing. Do you want me to service you” I was secretly praying that she did and not have her Havers come round and knock her out with a powerful drug. Before I could move Marissa had hold of me as another wave ripped through her body “Need… you… Butch” Halle-fucking-lujah. I carefully picked Marissa up and laid her on our bed. Stripping off, my body ready for her to use and abuse.
Marissa: I didn’t know what to say, of course I could hear him the pain was just to much I couldn’t even answer him. I knew the best option was to go to my brother and get drugs to knock me out. But I knew Butch loved me and he wouldn’t want me to do that, so I did answer him back in my soft voice. “Yes, baby….I need you, all of you” That is when he picked me up and put me slowly down on the bed, the next wave hit me and I grabbed him and pushed him down to me as our body’s were going to be used and abused. I knew I made the right choice. My Butch was going to give me what I needed, him.
Butch:
Pushing my myself into Marissa, she was screaming out loudly. Fuck I was hurting her but as I was pulling out she grabbed my arms “Eases the pain when you're in me” Nodding I got back to the game plan. Pushing back into my Marissa, I began to move my hard rod in and out of her. Servicing my female in her hour of need was pure bliss, even when she chewed my neck raw. It was all worth it, it was what brought us closer together. This was my idea of heaven.
#MarissasNeeding #SASBDB
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Minimally Invasive Interrogation
Written by @DamagedBrother and @OfFeatherNFang
Zsadist:
[I managed to stay awake the entire time but surprisingly the prisoner fell asleep. For a few hours I watched as he slept, wondering what that other half of him was. I didn’t get a sense of human but what else was there? After that got annoying, I found myself counting the tiles on the floor. There were five hundred and eighty two. I counted three times to make sure I was right. Then I remembered that V downloaded a few books on my phone so I read one of them. After that I went back to staring at the wall contemplating my whole life. It was a long night that was for sure. Soft snores still fill the air as I reach into my pocket to check my phone for the time. It was so close to the sun setting once again which meant that the brothers would be here shortly. Perfect. Then we could get to the bottom of this and I could rest.
As I rose to my feet, I heard the door open. There was Vishous holding coffee in a Red Sox’s mug. I think that was the one Butch got him last year around the holidays. He sipped the warm beverage then offered me a taste. I declined and he shrugged taking in another gulp or two. We moved out into the hallway, my shoulders rolling as I stretched out a little. “How was your night?” It was funny he asked cause he was up watching it all from his four toys.]
Oh yeah it was great. [Snorts then watches the brother eye me. “Y’all were chatty in the beginning...get any information out of him?” I shrugged.] He started to freak on me so I had to control the situation. After that he ranted hardcore. Let it slip that he’s only half vampire which is making me believe the other half is something interesting...I mean he could be just half human which wouldn’t sit well with the Queen having him captured. Then again regardless of what he is I don’t think it will sit well with her at all. After that I told him to shut up and he eventually slept. [V nodded then muttered “At least someone did. Butch was a traitor and passed out on the couch. He lasted pretty long though. I got a bunch of work done so it was all good.”
Nodding before my attention is drawn to Cop who was rubbing at his eyes and making his way over to us. “Are we going to first meal? Cause I’m starving as fuck.” I nod] You guys can go. Gather the others and come down here when you are finished. [Vishous shook his head. “Z man, go eat. I’ll grab something from the Pit. Shaking my head as I peered in through the window on the door to the PT suite] I’m not hungry. Besides, I have a feeling he’s gonna wake soon. [Vishous eyed me up before looking at his best friend. “Grab me a bagel would ya?” Cop nodded then headed down the tunnel while V just returned to the Pit. Leaning against the door as I stood and waited for all the brothers to arrive.]
Mal:
I kept my eyes closed as the door opened, my breathing slow and even as I listened to the Brothers exchange greetings after a whole night in two different rooms. As they moved into the hallway I tuned out their chatter in favor of shifting my wrists, my ankles, trying to get blood moving after a night of laying perfectly still in the one position. My head ached faintly, but I’d put that down to whatever healing concussion the male had given me the night before.
When my body felt like it was finally awake… sort of… I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. My stomach snarled but I ignored it, not about to ask any of /them/ for anything. I’d kill to take a piss too, but again, whatever pride I had left was giving that idea a firm ‘no’. Besides, would hunger or bladder needs matter if the King brought his royal ass down here and decided to cut my head off? Doubtful. So preserving what little dignity and pride I had left seemed like the way to go.
“Is there any way to press the fast forward button on this shit, or do you all still stand on ceremony when you’re at home too?” I muttered, knowing the scarred male would hear me, even as I continued to stare at the ceiling. “The coffee lover, was he the voyeur? The one watching on the screen? Bet he was hoping for a better show,” I continue absently, as if I was talking to myself, which frankly, was better conversation. “Tell him if he slips me a hundred next time I’ll make it worth his while.”
Zsadist:
[Narrowing my eyes as I listened to the prisoner talk to himself in the room. I was going to step inside and tell him to shut the fuck up but then we would probably start having an actual conversation. And I needed to stop talking to him. So I decided to ignore it all and wait for Wrath and the others. I couldn’t help but peer in through the window again. His eyes caught mine and I stared for way too long. Grunting as I turn my attention away from the prisoner. Something just didn’t add up. Suddenly I was starting to think that maybe he wasn’t...the bad guy. Though he definitely was keeping something from the Brotherhood and that was not good.
My head lifts as I hear a shit load of boots coming down the tunnels. Watching as Wrath and the others make their way towards me while V slips out of the pit. I inclined my head towards the King before I eyed the others. Wrath takes in a deep breath. “Thanks for staying up to keep guard Z. You can go get some much needed rest now.” Lifting my shoulders in a shrug as my eyes flickered to the door.]
I’m good. If it’s alright with you my Lord I'd like to sit in on this. [Normally I didn’t disobey an order from the King. Okay maybe I did, but this was something I wasn’t going to miss. I just spent the entire night watching this fucker and I was curious on how this would play out. Wrath’s brows disappear under this shades. He stays quiet for a moment then grunts out a response. “Fine. But you get some rest afterwards. You are off of rotation tonight. And I don’t want to hear a word about it.” I nod watching as he practically shoves the door open to the PT suite. This was it. I followed after the King and my brothers. Leaning against the wall in the far corner of the room. My eyes met the prisoners again.]
Mal:
I heard them coming, a small army of heavily armed individuals that didn’t have a problem with inflicting pain on the things that stood in their way. I knew because it was how a group of hunters sounded when they stalked back into a halfway house after a hunt. They greeted my warden, dismissed him, but… he stuck around. And I felt… relieved. Huh. Great. Stockholm Syndrome. Since when did that kick in after only twelve hours?
As the rest of them all filed in, I watched the scarred one, until his eyes met mine, and I forced myself to look back at the ceiling. The King settled out of reach, but close enough that one step and a swing would allow him to smack me silly, no problem.
“I hope you enjoyed your nights accommodation. I’m sure that motel you mentioned won’t mind.”
I fought every sarcastic impulse not to roll my eyes. Or tell him to go fuck himself. At the end of the day, I suspected that he’d not want his minions to stab me just yet, but he couldn’t stop all of them from attempting it at one go.
“You’re /hilarious/,” I muttered instead, still not looking at him. “FYI the turn down service here isn’t really up to par.”
Several males still growled. But no daggers in my chest. #Win
“Well y’know how we fix that? Getting you back to whatever two star shithole you booked? You tell me what you were doing poking holes in Lessers. Are you a Bastard?”
Hilariously, yes, I was. Just not the kind I thought he was implying. Vaguely I recalled some mention of a Band of Bastards, but I certainly had nothing to do with the bunch. And why lie about that?
“No.”
“Then where did you get the balls to take on one of the Omega’s spawn? You like dancing with death?”
“Obviously, since I’m here chatting to you,” I growled back, finally turning my head to look at the Blind King.
He didn’t respond for a moment, instead inhaling and adopting a sardonic smirk. Meanwhile all the Brothers shuffled, eager to get closer and ensure my restraints were in full working order by beating me and seeing if I could defend myself.
“Y’know what’s interesting, son? That wasn’t a lie. You /do/ like dancing with death. So what, you caught the scent of a Lesser and thought ‘yes, I can finally punch my ticket to the Fade’?”
Closing my eyes, I weighed my options as I stuffed all my anger and righteous indignation back into whatever box it came from and locked the lid. More attitude was just going to prolong this, and like I said before… I was hungry, and I wanted to piss. So either this got sped up, or I provoked one of them into offing me and solving everyone’s problems. And if this King was sniffing for a lie? Then I just had to be honest.
“I hunt. I’m a hunter. That Lesser? He was just a workout for me. So I figured why not do the Brotherhood a favor before I get the fuck outta this town.”
And boy, did I want to get out of this town right now…
Zsadist:
[The prisoner’s eyes locked onto my own and I saw...relief? Was he glad that I was here? Hell, strangers normally wanted to stay far away from me. One look at my face and most went running in the other direction. I raised a dark brow and quickly his eyes shot up to the ceiling. Now that’s more like it. Snorting as my arms cross over my broad chest. Time to listen to see what he had to say.
My attention is drawn to the King as he starts to grill the prisoner. Of course he comes back with all the sass. Rolling my golden eyes to the Fade. This guy was just fucking asking for it. I mean granted the King was the one who told us to capture him, but damn it’s like he didn’t care if he died. I straightened up when he growled at Wrath. We all stepped a little bit closer to that stretcher. Yes he was tied down, but that didn’t mean shit. He was disrespecting the King and we needed to have his back no matter what.
Vishous took a dagger out and started to play with it. Tossing it in the air a few times as his eyes stayed locked onto the prisoner. Phury still had a curious look. Like he was waiting for the male to speak more about his Chosen mother. As for the others...they were just on high alert. Even Rhage. Not a tootsie pop in site. He was all business as he glared at the male.
My eyes widen as the prisoner then dropped a bomb. He was a hunter? The fuck did he hunt? I mean the brothers weren’t there for our fight in the alleyway, but the male could throw a punch. As much as I would like to say keep lesser fighting for the pros, he could hold is own. Now wasn’t the time though to chime in on that. What would that make me? Vouching for the male all of a sudden? What he did was still fucked but at the same time if he’s a trained fighter then it was an instinct to attack and defend himself. Yes lessers were Brotherhood territory but maybe he wanted to join in on the fight. And we needed numbers more than anything right now.]
Mal:
Wrath leaned in. It was almost comical simply for the reaction of the Brothers around him, all of them shuffling closer as he did. The one flipping a dagger up and down in my periphery clearly wanted somewhere to put it other than his sheath.
“You hunt, huh? I’m getting the distinct impression it’s not deer or elk,” the King grunted, folding his arms. Which just made him look more like a big, black painted wall. “We’ll circle back to that. If you’re that good, why not sign up for our trainee program then? You not interested in protecting the race?”
I bit back on the instant reply of ‘not my race’; one, because it wasn’t entirely true, and two, because it seemed like a good way to further divide the situation. But if there was supposed to be a familial feeling in me toward the people that made up half my entity? It began, and ended, with my mother. Period.
“No one was there to protect my mahmen when she had to flee or be someone’s bed warmer,” I said instead, my voice cool. “I came here for /her/, for whatever residual affection she has for the race that just as easily ignored her. But vampires were not my kin growing up. They were not my friends, my acquaintances or my distant relations. And look at this!”
The anger peeked its head out as I yanked at the cuffs around my wrists, the skin re-opening slightly and my blood staining the bands. Every vampire took /another/ step forward bar the King, who simply cocked his head slightly, like he was listening to me bleed.
“I killed /one/ Lesser. One. Because even if I care nothing for this place or the race I’m supposed to be from, in good conscience I couldn’t leave it there to go off and kill a civilian. And what do I get for having a conscience? Locked up like an animal. Treated like a criminal. Turns out it’s true; no good deed goes unpunished.”
At this point, nearly every Brother was basically /at/ my gurney, bar my scarred warden, who was taking everything in with that contemplative look on his face. As if sensing it, the King turned his head toward him.
“Zsadist,” he growled. “You spent the night down here. He said he was a hunter. He say anything else of interest?” He paused to look back at me, his smile a little feral. “Cause everything he just said then was no lie. So things are looking up for you, kid. But there’s still a few unanswered questions here. Like ‘who’ you are. Where you came from. ‘Why’ you didn’t want to own up to Lesser slaying at the Audience House.”
Zsadist:
[My head whipped back and forth between the King and the prisoner. I was starting to get the feel that this male didn’t like his vampire side. But why? Maybe it had something to do with his Mahmen. Did she flood his head with stories of how shit used to be? Does this kid know how better things are now? Okay so it’s not perfect and the King is still working on things but it has gotten better. Wrath took time to listen to civilians, to make sure he always had the race’s best interests. When the King mentioned the trainee program I blinked. Hell, would he even accept that? Would it even be safe to have him here for that after all this? Listening to every detail they had to say that I almost didn’t notice everyone moved up until Wrath called me out. Blinking as I look around me then over to the King. Clearing my throat as I uncross my arms]
Not much. [Reaching up to scrub at my skull trim as I watch Vishous eye me up.] I mean...we talked about fighting in the alleyway. He complained a lot as one would do if they were strapped to a bed. [Hold up was I defending him? No. Can’t do that. Grunts.] He was being disrespectful so I just ended the conversation. Though he did let it slip that he’s half vampire...Which leads me to wonder what his other half is. [My eyes flicker to Butch then I shrug] I mean...I doubt he was made, but when we were out on the streets he didn’t dematerialize. Now maybe he was just too scared to do so. [Snorts loudly, smirking as I eyed the prisoner] Though from the punches he was throwing I highly doubt it.
[Just as I was about to add more to that I watch as Wrath stiffens. His hands curled into fists and this time I move to join the others around him. Tohr speaks “What is it my-...” Before he could finish that sentence we all smelled her. The Queen. Blinking we pull back, turning to see her at the entrance to the PT suite. “What...did you guys...do?” Wrath turns in the direction of her scent, his voice a bit stern. “Leelan. It’s not safe for you here at the moment. Head back upstairs.” Shiiiiit. That was not going to fly well with Beth. We all took a step back as she moved forward, but still kept our eye on the prisoner. Beth glared at the King then frowned as she eyed the male on the stretcher. “He’s bleeding Wrath...He looks…like a trainee. Is this some kind of initiation?! Cause if it is you all have completely lost your minds!”
Lifting a hand to scrub at my face. We were finally getting some truth out of this male and now it was a mess again. Fuck. I wanted to know what he was...Maybe it was human. Hell and if it was he could see Beth and maybe see that we aren’t all fucked here. Then what? Become a trainee? Clearly he has a job hunting something else. Though I started to have concerns about what exactly that was. If he wasn’t hunting lessers...then what? Humans...no. Shifters? Blinking at the thought. He couldn’t be one of those vampires cause of his Mahmen being Chosen. Still...maybe his father was involved in that shit.]
Mal:
I hid a grimace as the warrior, Zsadist, mentioned my little slip of half n’ half, even if it was spliced in with a little sympathy at my predicament. Who’da thought? Maybe Stockholm Syndrome went both ways. I certainly did…
Shoving that thought out of my brain completely, because right now this situation and all these males were about as appealing as roadkill with sauce, I paused as I sensed someone else approaching. Their tread was much lighter, their essence fragrant, and as the King stiffened I got a whole lotta ‘oh shit’ as a female appeared in the doorway. She looked regal, and yet she didn’t conduct herself like a prissy Queen. Her gaze was strong, her chin held high, and her sympathy at my state was frankly much appreciated. Human, my mind supplied, and I wasn’t even sure how I knew, but I did. She was half human. I relaxed a little further, my familiarity and affection for the human race that much more than the vampire race. Half vampire and half human? She could be my Queen.
“I am not a trainee, my Queen,” I murmured, lowering my voice. The King didn’t seem ready to explain the situation, and as I spoke his jaw locked like he was waiting for me to blow this popsicle stand and cause a total shitfight with his wife. And boy, it was tempting AF to do just that, lemme tell you. “I am… visiting,” I managed dryly. “Unfortunately, my visit is considered suspect since I killed a Lesser. I believe this is… minimally invasive interrogation.”
The one that had been tossing the dagger actually snorted. Everyone else kind of winced, like this was so not where they’d expected this to go. Taking a deep breath, I weighed my options now with the Queen present. If she was sympathetic to imprisoning the innocent then I had to get it all out there. Her interference could help me regardless of what I said.
“You wanted to know everything about me?” I direct this question to the King, forcing his attention away from the female that took a step into the room, even as a Brother tried to put himself between her and me. “I told you, I am Malys, Son of Elieanora. I’ve never met my father.” A truth to cover a lie - I wasn’t admitting he was an angel. Hell to the no. But I had never met him. “My name in the human world is Malachi. I have no true home because I travel, a lot, trying to protect humans from whatever other monsters are out there.” Point to me - the Queen’s eyes softened. “And I didn’t own up to killing the Lesser in the Audience House because all I’ve wanted to do since arriving here is leave, and confessing my ability to easily kill the enemy didn’t seem conducive to getting my butt outta here. I never wanted to have to face this part of me but I love my mother, and I cannot deny her. She asked. I obeyed.”
I took a breath, dropping my head back against the bed as I swallowed down the rush and the anxiety at confessing so much of who I was. But as I’d hoped, the King was staring in my direction, and I knew he was getting all the truth behind every word I’d uttered. That I’d been respectful to his shellan? Bonus points. But now I had to see how the two of them fought it out to get me outta these damn restraints.
Zsadist:
[The brothers and I all looked between the King and the Queen. Wrath still looked pissed while Beth was a whole bag of emotions. Wrath finally broke the silence. “Leelan…” But he was soon cut off by Beth. Her hand thrown out and everything. “No. It’s my turn.” Scrubbing a hand over my face as I hear someone mumble. “Oh shit.” Lifting my head to watch as the Queen moved over to the stretcher. She frowned as her hand landed on the prisoner’s. And just like that we were behind her in a second. Vishous looking like he was ready to get in between them. Beth turned, her blue eyes meeting each of us. “Guys...I got this. Take a step back.” It was hard to obey that order, but one grunt from Wrath had us moving backwards about an inch or two.
The Queen turned her attention back to the male. She smiled. “Malys was it? I commend you on protecting the human race. Even if these big men behind me don’t care as much about humans, I sure do.” Rhage chimes in. “Hey...we do...for certain circumstances.” Like Mary. I think to myself quietly. Beth turns to eye Rhage and smiles wide at him. He returns it and pulls out a tootsie pop like he deserved a treat for that. Snorting as Vishous smacks the back of his head before watching the Queen again. “I myself once only knew of the human world. Until that big scary looking male over there found me.” She chuckles as Wrath lets out a growl. “I’m not sure what other beings are out there but if vampires exist I assume anything is possible. Thank you for caring for the humans. They matter too.”
Damn. What was next? We going to invite him upstairs for fucking tea or some shit? Beth eyes Tohr. One she knew wouldn’t throw lip at her. “Tohrment, can you please take off his restraints. I’d like to let him come have some food and stretch his legs so we can chat more.” Welp. Tohr eyes Wrath who was seething. Finally the King cuts in. “No. We will not jeopardize the entire mansion by letting him walk freely in it.” Oh shit. Beth snaps her head to the direction of Wrath. “Hellren mine, if you ever want to sleep in our mated bed again then you will do as I say. I don’t see any threat from this male. He came to you on behalf of his Mother, and all because he didn’t explain why he took down one of those disgusting creatures you treat him this way!” She shook her head. “I know I don’t understand all Brotherhood business but I do understand what is right and what is wrong. Tohrment…” The Brother looks at Wrath again who just grits his teeth then nods once.
Tohr moves forward and removes the restraints from the prisoner. As he does Beth winces at his wounds. “You poor thing. You probably are so hungry…” Without turning her gaze away from him she calls out. “Vishous grab me some bandages.” V snorts then does as he’s told. Handing her the box of gauze, we watch as Beth takes one out and places it on one of his wrists. “Come on...I will lead you upstairs myself.” Wrath quickly moves to stand beside his Shellan. Practically pressed right up against her.]
Mal:
I didn’t even /breathe/. As the Queen came closer to put her hand on mine, I one hundred percent stopped existing for fear that one muscle twitch, one exhale, would put a dagger in my chest. Sure she’d be pissed, but I’d still be dead, and I was beginning to think the King would prefer me so if it kept me away from the love of his life.
When she asked for my wrists to be freed I almost couldn’t believe it’d worked. And after some argument between the mated pair, one of the hulking masses, Tohrment, moved in to remove the bands. Again, every move I made was /minimal/. Even sitting up I used every muscle I’d ever carved out in a gym or on the road to do it slowly.
I want to refuse the bandages; the wounds will heal in a day after all, and my stressed out, panicked self inflicted them so probably worth me learning the lesson, but I cannot rebuke her kindness. Her hands are incredibly gentle as she firmly wraps my wrist, and I raise my head enough to meet her eyes as I manage a small smile and a murmured ‘Thank you’.
Then she was talking about moving, and boy, I had to remind myself of every single word my mahmen had ever mentioned about bonded males and their savagery in protecting their one true love. The King had gone from being a patient, if not terrifying, brick wall to leering, borderline rabid, guard dog. If I so much as sniffed in her direction, he’d bite my damn nose off…
Turning to drop my legs from the gurney, I try to give myself a second as the males move as one to be a guard for the King and Queen. A part of me wishes I could ask for a minute to myself, to get feeling back in my arms and legs, use the bathroom, but any desire to be alone right now would just come off as suspicious. So when I stumble to my feet, I have to grit my teeth and smother my pride as my body objects, my legs tingling and wanting to refuse.
The Queen looked back to me stumbling like a baby foal, and while she didn’t say anything there was still a quiet fury in her eyes. I liked her. I didn’t even know her name, but I liked her. By not saying anything she wasn’t calling attention to my weakness in front of a group of males bred to be warriors, but she knew I was aching as I came to stand on her other side, a respectful distance between us as I took a deep breath of unrestrained air. My eyes flicked again to Zsadist, to the way those golden eyes assessed this new development, and I was surprised to note an almost reluctant admiration. Like I’d impressed him. His comments on my ability to throw a punch came back, and I hid a smile as I limped after the Queen out the door. By the middle of the tunnel, feeling had returned, my gait straightening out.
“You are far too kind, my Queen. I am… deeply appreciative of your generosity. In truth, I would be grateful simply to be sent on my way. I would hate to impose upon you. Or bring you any discourse with those of your family.”
Re: I’d hate to cause a fight between you and the guy who looks like he wants his sight back just for the satisfaction of being able to watch me bleed out under him. Seriously.
Zsadist:
[The Queen smiled as she eyed Malys. “Please, call me Beth.” I watched as the male struggled to get up. He still kept his pride though and didn’t reach for help. Then again, even though the Queen would happily help, he in no way would ask for it. Pride as well as Wrath would break every bone in his body. Snorting at the thought before I watch his eyes lift to mine. I raised a brow and did my best to hide an amused look. He really turned shit out in his favor. Scoring points with Beth, becoming not a prisoner but more so a guest. Nice work fucker. I look away when they start to move.
Suddenly the entire Brotherhood moved in unison, staying close to Malys and the Queen. Wrath looked like he was ready to lose his shit. All I could smell in the tunnels was his bonding scent. Beth reached behind to grab his hand. Being his guide since he was without George, but also squeezing his fingers in reassurance. Hell. If you would have told me this is how the evening was gonna play out I wouldn’t have believed it. Shit was always unpredictable around here, that was for sure.
When we move up and through the door under the staircase we are greeted by Fritz in the foyer. My eyes immediately went to Malys. Curious of what his reaction would be to the mansion. He just stood in awe, taking it all in. Beth held out a hand towards the dining room. “Fritz...Can we get some leftovers from first meal for our guest?” The Doggen smiles then nods before disappearing into the kitchen as we all head into the dining room. Beth releases Wrath’s hand to motion towards a chair for the “guest” to sit in. Snorting as I move to my regular seat beside Phury. Wrath sits at the head of the table, face emotionless as he just sits and listens.
Suddenly the sound of George’s collar jingling fills the room. Lifting my head to watch the Golden Retriever make his way over to the King. The dog pauses by Malys and I raise a brow. Okay if this dog didn’t like him then he had to be a fucking asshole. Dogs could sense that shit, right? Watching closely as George sniffs at Malys. He licked one of his hands before padding off to sit by the King's side. Fuck. I didn’t even bother to look at Wrath. He probably was fuming even more now. His best friend just betrayed him by licking the former prisoner. Traitor.
My golden eyes flickered up to watch Fritz and a few other Doggens come in with some platters. Pancakes, bacon, sausage, some frittata thing, bagels, hash browns. The fucking works. As it is all set down Fritz grabs a fresh pot of coffee and fills up a mug for Malys. Rhage quickly darts his head up and reaches for a piece of bacon. We all glare at him as he munched away happily. This fucker. The Queen smiled and nodded to the food. “Help yourself, and hurry before Rhage eats it all.” She laughs softly and I couldn’t help but crack a small chuckle. Hearing a few other brothers join in. I mean...she wasn’t wrong. Beth reaches to grab a bagel. I doubt she was hungry, but more so wanted to make him feel comfortable about eating. That’s the kind of wonderful female she was.]
Mal:
The bonding scent that’d been saturating me in the tunnel fanned out as we hit what had to be a foyer of… the biggest fucking building I’d clearly ever been in. Hallways stretched off in all directions, and even just standing on the marble floor, I had a sense of the vastness. This was the King’s mansion, the home of the Brotherhood, and while I had no idea where it was or how to get here, I also suspected I was one of very few that had seen inside it either.
Guided into a dining room big enough to fit the motley crew of killers, and their Queen, I took the seat indicated, still feeling three hundred percent out of my depth. When the beautiful golden retriever padded in though, I felt some of my nerves ease, especially when it paused to offer a lick. I wanted to pet it, hold it, and make ridiculous coo-ing noises at it until it begged for belly rubs, which I’d also give it. But the harness told me he was Wrath’s dog, and FYI, it’s very poor form to distract a service dog. So I accepted the lick while radiating gratitude, and let him go on to his owner. Who looked ticked I’d gotten even that.
And doggen... wow. Mahmen hadn’t been kidding. They were all but giddy to bring in the ‘left overs’; enough food to feed everyone present twice. Instead of the food I reached for the coffee first, taking a sip and groaning softly before I could stop myself. As the first thing I’d had in over twelve hours, after spending a night locked down to a gurney, it was /heaven/.
“Thank you, Beth,” I replied smoothly, glad for her name as I set the mug down and did as she’d suggested, gathering a small amount of food to my own plate and proceeding to dine. I deliberately kept my eyes either on the plate, or on the Queen, because any time I even glanced toward a Brother, other than Zsadist and the one they called Rhage, they looked at me like I was a cockroach and it was just a matter of time.
A figure appeared in the entrance to the living room, and only the instinct to know my surroundings had me looking up. I nearly dropped the fork, my hand freezing as I saw the male standing there and knew instantly what he was. An angel.
Likewise, the male’s all white eyes narrowed on me, but then he was smiling, sauntering in and announcing he was commencing a movie marathon in the billiards room with popcorn provided. All welcome. Apparently even me? Then he was waving at me as he left and I realized I was holding my breath. I let it out in a rush, shakily putting down the fork as I swallowed the fresh hit of nerves. He’d known… he’d known what I was the same way I knew what he was, but he didn’t say anything.
“Who was that?”
The words left my lips and I almost smacked a hand over my mouth to take them back. Fighting that impulse, I instead looked to Beth, my expression polite and befuddled at the angel’s total… verve. Wrath grunted.
“Better question would be ‘what was that’,” he muttered, taking some bacon off the plate. “Lassiter. Our resident pierced pain in the ass.” Several males muttered their agreement. “You’re lucky he wasn’t rocking the light globe look. You’d be blind.”
Would I? I thought, wondering if my ‘angel eyes’ would save me from that. Shit. I didn’t need to find out. I needed to get out of here. How did one politely request a bathroom, then an exit? Hell, I’d take the bathroom just for a window; I could fly from there and let them puzzle it out later.
Zsadist:
[The meal, that only Rhage, Beth, and Malys were partaking in, was interrupted by Lassiter. Rolling my golden eyes as he announces a movie night. Like anyone had time for that shit. And the sounds of the shudders rising brought time in prospective for us all. Rotation. Rhage started to shovel down more food into his mouth. Vishous got up saying he had to grab some coordinates from the Pit. Butch stood hollering after him to grab his twin berettas. Wrath just pushed his fingers behind his shades to rub at his eyes.
I shifted up when I saw Phury frown and move into the foyer, looking at his phone. Before I could go confront my twin, I heard our so called guest ask to use the bathroom. Beth smiles at him “Oh my, of course. I should have asked you that first.” She gets up and moves to sit on Wrath’s lap. They started to have a hushed conversation that included a lot of kissing and Beth working her male to not be so angry. Grabbing at Malys arm, I lead him to the bathroom that was closest to the foyer. Once he is inside I turn my attention to Phury. Watching him pace as he looks at his phone. My head lifts.]
Brother mine, what’s doing? [My twin looks over, his brows drawn in. “Cormia decided it would be a great idea to take out some of the Chosens. Apparently she wanted to have a drink with them and they are headed to Iron Mask. Fuck! Why would she go out unprotected with them?!” Blinking at the thought of those Chosen’s being picked up by some rando or worse a lesser. And one of them was my twin’s mate. Yeah this was bad.]
Alright well let’s head to Iron Mask and we can drop Malys off there. Guy probably wants a drink anyway. [Snorts] V and some others can dematz if they need to head elsewhere for rotation. Don’t worry brother mine we will get to them. [The bathroom door opens the same time Wrath comes into view with Beth. The King’s voice echoes in the foyer. “Dropping off our… friend?” The Queen pats his arm then smiles at Malys. I nod slowly] Yeah. I know you said to not go on rotation but I need to help Phury out with a situation. Besides, I’m on like an adrenaline high right now and am wide awake. I promise I’ll rest when I get home. [Wrath grunts. “Fine. Just get him out of here.” I nod watching the other brothers show up as the King and Queen disappear upstairs. I let them know what’s doing and Tohr nods to Rhage. “You head with the twins and I’ll go with V and Butch.” Rhage nods, my head turning to watch Vishous move over to me. He tosses a blindfold at me then smirks. “Don’t worry it’s for Beth’s best friend over there. Call us if there are any problems.” With that V, Butch, and Tohr exit the mansion leaving my twin, Rhage, and Malys.]
Mal:
Stupid vampire houses and their stupid metal shutters to keep out beautiful daylight. Hitting up the bathroom, I’d drained the lizard and then gone straight for the window, eager to see how easy a getaway it would be. But the shutters that kept out the daylight hadn’t even lifted yet, and not only could I not budge them, I couldn’t use any lick of my power, angel, vampire or otherwise, to get around them.
Not that it mattered much. By the time I emerged from the bathroom, everyone had left the dining room and was in motion. The Brothers were armed up, preparing to leave, and my scarred warden was watching the rainbow maned male as he paced. When the Brother with his tattoo and eyes like diamonds tossed Zsadist a blindfold, I grimaced, but hey… better than any of them knocking me out over and over. My head still fucking hurt.
Dismissed by the King (big surprise there…) and flashing Beth an appreciative smile and bow of my head, I followed the warriors that remained while the rest went outside to dematerialize wherever the fuck they were going. Slipping through the door to the massive tunnel below, we didn’t stop until we were in a parking garage the size of a football field, and filled with more cars than I’d owned in my life. Or stolen. And hey, most of these were cars I’d /like/ to steal.
“Cool so what’s the seating arrangement?” I declare, ready for this nightmare to be over. I was not only getting out of this place without a dagger in me, but without them knowing what I was. I was one happy half-breed, let me tell you. Stopping at the big, dark SUV waiting, no doubt thanks to a doggen, I pause at the back seat and cross my arms. The white bandages from the Queen herself poked out from under my jacket. “Am I next to you again, bright eyes?” I add, looking to Zsadist. “Promise you won’t hit me again? Bit unfair if I can’t see it coming.”
Pretty Locks, or Phury, was ignoring me as he all but leapt into the passenger seat. The way he moved, I realised belatedly that one of his legs was prosthetic. Huh. What a trooper. The shockingly attractive blonde, Rhage, took the driver’s seat as Zsadist half shoved me into the back and passed me the blindfold. Rhage peered over the backseat, and his smile was enough to make you pause. If I’d been totally straight? I now would’ve been one hundred percent gay. No question.
“Put that on, please. I really don’t wanna ask twice.”
Ok. Seventy percent gay.
With a sigh I did as he asked, lifting the black material and wrapping it over my eyes, around my head. I sensed Zsadist leaning over to do an inspection, right before something poked my cheek and I flinched back. “The fuck…”
Rhage chuckled. “Okay, let’s go!”
Zsadist:
[I had almost wished I just knocked this guy out again instead of using the blindfold. Fuck the sass was back yet again. I couldn’t help but chuckle as Rhage poked his cheek. Normally that would annoy me, but it was so much more amusing when Rhage was bothering Malys instead of me.
Leaning back in my seat as the SUV started to move. I couldn’t help but watch Phury who kept frantically calling his mate. He frowned then growled in frustration. “She’s not picking up, fuck!” My brows draw in.] Brother, relax. I’m sure she is just dancing with the Chosens or something. [That made Phury growl louder. Rhage swerved the car causing us all to get fucking whiplash.] Scribe! Can you get us there without killing us? You are lucky that Butch isn’t in this car he would wring your neck. [The Brother controls himself and the car before eyeing me in the rearview mirror. “I’m sorry...just between the growling and the urgency, I’m all out of whack.” Phury continues to call while I let my eyes shift over to Malys. His hands were clutching the seat and handle on the door. Smart move. Inhaling his scent once again to see if there was anything else I could pick up. Nothing. What was he…?
The car slows down and cuts off my train of thought. Lifting my gaze to see we were at the back of the club. Phury quickly gets out and runs inside.] Shit! [Rubbing a hand over my face in frustration. Before I can even move he’s outside again. I exit the car while Rhage sticks his head out the window. Phury looks at me worried. “She’s not in there man.” Even though I hated contact, I placed my hand on my twin’s shoulder.] We will find her, its okay.
[And in that same moment a scream from a female is heard in the distance. FUCK. Quickly Phury takes off in a flash, following after him as I holler.] Come on Rhage! Just leave him! [I hear car doors being closed but I don’t bother to look back. Moving down the street, my twin and I turn the corner to see four lessers surrounding Cormia, Ghisele, and Amalya. Three of the smelly fuckers had each one in a hold while the fourth held a blade. This was not good at all.]
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Face to Face
Z: [Coming here right after rotation was probably a bad thing. I didn’t know it was going to be such an intense battle tonight. I had blood from the enemy on me mixed with my own. Small gash on my arm, nothing major. Though when I arrived I didn’t sense you around so I took the time to head towards the small river that was behind the trees you hid behind the other night. Sliding off my leather jacket, my slave bands exposed in the black wife beater I had on. Kneeling, I cup some of the spring water and splashes it over my scarred face. Grunting before I run some over my arms to wash away the blood. I was starting to wonder if you were gonna even show. Figured I’d clean myself up a bit then maybe wait by the meadow for an hour then leave. That sounded like a good plan to me and sounded a hell of a lot better then just sitting around the mansion]
Ty: -I had paid close attention to where I was going on my way back to the city. I was a fairly good tracker and I was fairly sure I could find my way back. This time I brought my friends truck and I was in street clothes. Still wondering how the fuck he disappeared, I pulled off the road and locked up the truck before heading out into the woods. I knew I must have been close because again the thick fog was around me. I could hear something in the water nearby and smelled something strange. Kind of like blood but kinda not. I made my way to the river and saw him there I watched him clean himself up and leaned against the tree crossing my arms- You ok? @DamagedBrother
Z: [I heard the footsteps of someone close nearby but it wasn’t lessers. I would of known if it was the enemy. Inhaling the air, I caught your scent before I even heard your voice. Quickly I finish up washing away both my blood and theirs before I shift up and slide back on my leather jacket. Turning I gaze at you, my eyes scan over your form as it leaned up against one of the trees. You were fully clothed and I got a better look at you then before. Anywhere there was any flesh exposed was covered in tattoos. Your hair was tousled a way that came down in front of your bright blue eyes. They were magnificent. Nodding slowly as I peel my golden eyes from yours and scrub a hand over my skull trim] Yeah I’m alright.
Ty: -I watched as you rinsed off what I could swear was blood and then get up and put your jacket back on. You were bigger than I remembered. You had about an inch or two on me and probably a good 40 pounds easy. I was tall but I was slender, not like you. I had tried to do a little research before I came tonight but again, I didn’t find a single thing. You looked dirty tonight, disheveled. It like the other nights where you had looked rested and at peace. Tonight was different, you seemed more on edge than before. Maybe you were still pissed off at me for asking about your scar. I looked closely trying to memorize your features and look for something that might help me figure out who and what you were.- Well this is me when I’m dressed. I can’t say finding you was easy in this form. @DamagedBrother
Z: [Looks at you as you say that this is you. My eyes roam over your frame again. That vibrating of my body from the other night started up again. I swallow thickly then adverts my eyes] Yeah I’m sorry for just disappearing like that the other night. If I’m caught out in sunlight I burn and will die. [Rubs at the back of my neck before I murmur] I’ll be sure to pick a place next time that you will know where to go. Just seemed fitting to meet here again. [I brush past you and I had to hold back the gasp that formed. I felt this electric current like a zap to my body when we made contact. Blinking a few times before I move to sit on a large boulder. Moving my arm up and down to check and see how my wound was coming along. There wasn’t much of a sting so I would say it was healing fast. Then again I did just feed not to long ago]
Ty: -i watched you look me over, normally when someone looked me over it didn’t phase me I wasn’t a shy person. But, for some reason when you looked me over it made me hyper aware of what you were doing. I rubbed the back of my neck and cleared my throat when you started to walk past. I dropped my hand when you got near me and I could feel a pull to you when you brushed past me. The wolf in my mind excited and bouncing around. Traitor. He’s why I was here in the first place, in the middle of nowhere with no one to protect me if this guy decided to kill me or bring the people he was talking about last time. He sat his large body on a nearby boulder but I wanted nothing but to sit next to him and ask him a thousand things and never leave. The thought made my wolf strut around because he was in control. Asshole. I opted to stand instead.- Uh. That was weird. Did you feel that? How did you disappear like that? @DamagedBrother
Z: [Raises a dark brow and gazes up at you. So you felt it too. I wonder if I should confess to you that I felt it or not. Clearing my throat I decided to be honest for once. I normally hid everything] Yeah...I did. Don’t know what that was about. [Grateful that you asked another question that was easy to answer and didn’t leave me feeling awkward as hell] Oh that. I can materialize to any place as long I’ve been there before. Like if I have seen it and can envision it in my head. It is a way faster way of travel. Though I will say if I get hurt or my emotions are all over the grid I can’t do it. You have to be calm and centered to do it. So it’s always good to have someone with a car nearby just in case. Luckily I have multiple on speed dial. [Snorts at that then relaxes more. Letting my arms shift back to get a better grip on the boulder as my legs stretch out]
Ty: -I stood watching his body language closely. You can tell a lot of things by how someone talks to you. He wasn’t really making eye contact but at least he was being honest. He didn’t seem to be hiding anything and he was answering my questions. He got a few points for that. Watching him relax nearly made my cock hard though. I could see the outline of his muscles under his shirt and pants, holy fuck. I didn’t know anyone that looked that cut. When he stretched out my wolf did too which was nice because up until I got here my wolf was noisy and annoying. I wondered off thinking of ways I could get him to go out to dinner or something with me.- You look messy -Waving my hand around- Your kind doesn’t bathe? @DamagedBrother
Z: [My eyes shifted back to you and I swore I caught you staring at me but in a good way I suppose. But I had to be seeing things. No one ever looked at me that way. The only way people looked at me was in fear. So I brushed it off and listened to your next question that had another one of those chuckles forming in my chest. Such an odd feeling. Looking down at my hands that were only slightly dirty since I just washed them in the stream] No I do. That would be disgusting if I didn’t. It’s just that I was out fighting. [Knowing that if I told too much to an outsider, I could get in trouble. Hell we weren’t allowed to tell humans about this shit and i’m pretty sure that included wolves too. Or maybe there was loophole because you were a mythical creature. Either way I probably was already in trouble and should have wiped your memory a long time ago. Might have been too late for that though] I don’t know how much I can say or if you know anything but we have enemies and i’m bred to fight them. I’m a warrior. Normal vampires are tall but they sure as hell aren’t built like me.
Ty: -I tilted my head while I listened this time, I couldn’t help it he was fucking amazing when he talked and wasn’t paying attention to me. He got a whole different look on his face. I’d heard of resting bitch face and this guy really had it but, when he was caught up in what he was saying he looked almost playful. It was.. Something.- A fighter? I was bred to fight as well but, I don’t. I’m not into that kind of stuff anymore -chuckling I crossed my arms across my chest- So were you in such a hurry to get here you thought you didn’t have time to wash up after battle? I would have waited for you. If you say too much do the people that you fight with show up and try to kill me? Should I worry that some kind of mob is going to come looking for me? Wolf protection program? -I laughed again trying to lighten the mood- Cause if that’s the case I want a really nice place to live in near the city cause I’m not ready to go home yet. -sticking my hand out to shake yours- I’m Tyson by the way. @DamagedBrother
Z: [My scarred lips twitched and just barely if you looked close enough and caught it there was a slight grin on my face that disappeared fast when I started to talk again] Relax. No I don’t recommend going out and telling people but honestly if you go to the public and start talking about vampires and warriors they might look at you like you are fucking insane. [Thinks of my brothers and tries to picture them as gangsters. Butch would dig the suits and Rhage probably would get a kick out of it. My lips twitch again then I murmur] I’m not going to say anything though so you are okay. They don’t really come looking for me or anything on my off time. I’m free to do what I want as long as i’m not starting shit. [My fingers grazed over my pocket to feel for my phone. There was a tracking device on it but Vishous wouldn’t use it to check up on me unless he thought I was in some danger. Dropping my hand from it then looks up to see yours. Contact. I hated contact. But just a few moments ago we touched slightly and it didn’t make me cringe. It did the exact opposite. Slowly I lifted my hand again and grabbed yours. It was warm. Very warm. Almost too warm then normal but I didn’t mind. Shaking your hand before I murmur] Zsadist...but you can call me Z for short if you like. Most do.
Ty: -smiling a bit when I see you grin a little I wanted to point it out that you had a nice smile when you smiled but I was afraid that if I told you I noticed it that you wouldn’t do it again. I wasn’t scared that someone was going to come looking for you or that someone was going to come looking for me for that matter. I could handle my own but I wanted to keep talking to you so I had to start coming up with all the questions that ran through my mind the nights and days that I didn’t see you. When you touched my hand your hand was more like a human temperature I guessed. I didn’t ever hang with any humans so it wasn’t anything that I could compare it to, you weren’t as warm as I was and when you touched my hand I could hear my wolf in my mind start to whimper. God that dog was really starting to get on my nerves. I needed to figure out why my wolf wanted to be around you so badly. What kind of name is Zsadist... - That’s an interesting name, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with it before. It’s nice to meet you although I’m not entirely sure how this all has come to happen. I’m not even sure how I found you out here. Do you live near here or something? @DamagedBrother
Z: [Looking at you as you start to talk again. I was a little shocked that you didn’t find my name weird. I mean it was old and tradition. Tyson. Mmm. That was a nice name. When you asked about my location my brows drew in a bit. That was a subject that I could not really discuss. No matter who it was. Even though I knew you weren’t dangerous or at least I believed you not to be I couldn’t go and spill that kind of information. Shrugging to try to play it off before I murmur] Well it’s not super far but I can materialize here remember. Sometimes I take my car though. I just like to walk in the woods. Quiet here. [Springing the question back at you] Well...what about you? You live around here or you got some place in the city? [How fucking creepy was it that I was trying to possibly figure out where you live so I could come and maybe watch you from a distance. Yeah. I was weird. Snorts at myself before I get up and walks around a bit, feeling something radiating off of you everytime I walked by you. Finally I stopped pacing and picked up a rock and threw it into the river. Watching it skip a bit before dropping down]
Ty: -Oh he was off in thought it was like watching the delicious dinner you’ve been thinking about all day cook. Maybe that was just me that got excited about good food. I looked around when he said he was nearby.- Actually I’m staying with a friend in the city while he gets his tattoo shop going. You.. Want to meet in the city some time? Or maybe we could meet somewhere near here? If you… want to that is? I’m actually from Texas. That’s where home is for me. Well, not home but that’s where my house is and my property. That’s a story for another time -shrugging not wanting to get into any details, they weren’t interesting- The quiet is nice. I just happened to stumble across this place any ways. I can’t run in the city.. Too many people would see me. -You got close to me and made a face when you got close. I could feel the draw each time you got close to me and I wondered if it felt the same for you- You feel it… What’s it feel like to you? It feels like I need to touch you. -clearing my throat cause I knew that sounded dumb as fuck but that was my thing. I said what I thought. No use in changing that about myself now- @DamagedBrother
Z: [My golden eyes go wide when you said about touching me. No. No I don’t do that. Scrunching my shoulders up slightly then takes a deep breath. Relax Z. You just grabbed his hand and everything was good. But that was a hand. Not a face. A face with a huge mother fucking scar right down it. Scrubbing my hand back and forth across my skull trim then I realized that I hadn’t talked in awhile. Looking up at you I let out a low grunt murmuring] Yeah I feel it. I just...I have to confess something. I...don’t like to be touched. Just the thought of it makes me sick. Though when we shook hands it didn’t feel so bad which is a fucking first. [I didn’t want to get into the whole details of my past so I tried to change the subject] Yeah we can meet someplace else. [Trying to figure out how I could get your address. I could always ask Vishous for it but that would leave way to many questions that I wouldn’t want to answer. So instead I say] What tattoo parlor? Maybe I heard of it…
Ty: -I could feel you get nervous and withdraw when I mentioned how it felt for me when you were near me. I regretted even saying something but, if I didn’t then how would I know? You were handsome and you smelled like dirt and blood and that was not attractive. Maybe making you go out somewhere with me would force you to shower and I could see what you looked like cleaned up. The leather pants were nice and I wondered if you wore them all the time- You don’t like to be touched but touching my hand didn’t want to make you puke? That’s a good sign I guess. I can’t say anyone’s ever puked when they touched me. Maybe after they did… regrets -I laughed and looked towards the sky when I realized how late it probably was. I had a card from one of the builders in my back pocket and I always carried a pen so I pulled it out and jotted down my number real quickly. I didn’t want you to realize that it was close to the sun coming up and disappear without getting my number. I shoved the card into your hand- It’s almost time for the sun to come up so I know you need to leave.. -I stared at you for a couple of seconds and leaned in and brushed my lips across yours feeling the same draw but more intense when our lips touched.- Sorry. I just… I wanted to see what it felt like. Don’t puke ok? -I start to walk away looking over my shoulder at you- Call me.. Sometime or something? We’ll figure something out. @DamagedBrother
Z: [I watched as you pulled a card out and started to scribble something on it. When you mentioned a phone number my eyes grew a bit wide. Okay number was good. Maybe just maybe I could trick Vishous into running this through his four toys and see what he comes up with. Then again I don’t want him onto me. It was a tricky game I was playing but I suppose that was the risk that I was willing to take. I needed to find more out. To figure out where you lived and what you did before I gave up way too much information. I was too busy thinking in my head that I didn’t even know you stepped closer to me until I felt your lips brush against my own. My throat tightened up and I went still. My body felt warm though. The feeling was something that I never felt ever in my entire life. I didn’t even know how to describe it. That was a kiss right? You just kissed me. Before I could even really register it or say something you were too far out. Shaking my head before I lift my hand slowly and run just the tips of my fingers over my lower lip before I disappear into the night]
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