Rain – Chapter Fourteen.

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Rain

Chapter Fourteen

Mission Impossible?

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IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: – This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. In hindsight Rain would have been better off sticking to Adam’s suggestions on winging it, but instead she had to continue that tit for tat arguing to the point she went below the belt, and subsequently he shut himself down. Now he was left behind, cold and alone in the isolation of his cabin, and Rain was making her way across the compound. The was a large training field or grassed area where troops were trained in physical exercises during the day. At night it was deserted and the only creatures with the large moths that hovered around the UV floodlights. Rain did her best to keep as close to the buildings as possible, so as not to stick out on the security cameras, that were no doubt scanning the areas 24/7. The Command building which was central to the compound was right in the middle of the property. A ten story building with multiple offices, training facilities, laboratories, and of course a major communication station that covered much of the city. With this amount of technology and such important people working within its walls, you could be certain that it was as hard to break into as fort Knox.

Approaching the main doors, which was a bold move on her part, two patrolling guards came around the corner, brandishing large assault rifles with laser attachments. They seemed to be engrossed about the football game that was going to be on the following night. Routine patrols often were a boring affair, as many never made it this far in. With the two deep in discussion, Rain lowered her head and marched past them, making sure to salute and show acknowledgement, which was returned without question. One threat down…so many to go. Rain made it to the front entrance of the Command centre and there on the right hand side of the sliding bullet proof glass panels was a special key swipe activated alarm system. Thankfully, when Rain had made her way out of the cabin, she had swiped Adam’s card so at least she had that. The problem was the CCTV cameras that were recording her movements outside the doors. Calmly, she swiped the card through the slot and then it asked for a special pin code number. Rain concentrated on the alarm system, mentally pulling it apart till she was able to pick up the alarm pin code that was Adam’s. She pressed it in, and there was a nervous minute wait, till the light finally turned green. Rain let out a sigh of relief, before heading into the command centre doors. Now..she had to find Eve. There was a information board on the left hand side of the corridor, and Rain quickly scrolled down through the names till she found her. Fourth floor, executive administration. Eve must have been really high up as far as the chain of command was concerned. No doubt, if she was able to take apart and rebuild Adam. She was not an employee you wanted to just have in any ordinary office, but right where the Commander could keep tabs. The halls of the ground floor were deserted, and Rain’s footfalls created an echo as she walked across the foyer to the row of lifts to upper levels. Nervously she looked around and wet her lips nervously. She pressed the up button on the third lift and stood back waiting.

The lift door pinged, then slid open. The lifts were not terribly large, certainly not good for any large number of people to use. Strange. Entering the lift she pressed four, and then the doors closed with a quiet hush. All around the inside of the lift was darkened glass, and Rain kept looking at the reflections of herself. Was she really the dead root that Adam said? She touched her face as if questioning her own appearance, when the door started to open on the fourth floor. Again, no one was around, as she checked up and down the corridor first. Now, to find Eve. She turned left on leaving the lift, and with her gun drawn, she kept close to the wall, till suddenly she heard a sound, and then a man walked out of his office right into her.

”Where do you think you’re going, Soldier?” He barked. A tall man of an impressive build, middle aged with grey side burns. He looked old enough to be her father. ”I SAID WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” Slowly Rain raised her head, and something in the Commander’s face changed from annoyance to outright shock. It was as though he was staring at a ghost. At this point, Eve opened her office door due to hearing the altercation. She too saw Rain and let out something of a gasp. This was the defining moment. Rain drew the weapon on the Commander and said.

”GET IN HER OFFICE…NOW!” It wasn’t a request, it was an order. She cocked the gun and the Commander started to back pedal while Eve watched on horrified. ”Do you have any idea who I am?” The Commander roared as he tried to challenge the gun wielding Rain. ”A dead man walking if you don’t do as I say.” she then appeared that she would shoot, if he didn’t do as she said. Hands up he went into Eve’s office, who was now backing up herself. The Commander’s face was growing red from anger. ”I don’t deal with terrorists.” So that was what he regarded her as. Rain laughed nervously, and flicked the gun for him to keep moving back. ”I’m not here for you, so you can shut the fuck up.” At this the Commander roared. ”Eve…get Adam here now!” Eve nodded nervously and tried to get to her computer terminal, as Rain was looking back at Eve, then at the Commander. ”He can’t help you!” Course he couldn’t, she had made sure of that back at the cabin. Eve then realized he was offline. ”Sir, he is not responding.” Ina blink of an eye, the Commander then took action, kicking the gun out of Rain’s hands, causing it to discharge into the ceiling. He grabbed a hold of Rain and then pushed her down to the floor. Clearly he was a lot stronger physically than her. With her hands behind her back, the Commander barked at Eve. ”Get the MPs!”

Rain struggled under the Commander’s hold, and glanced up at the computer terminal with a lock on to Adam. With the power of her mind, she made the call to reactivate Adam and wake him up, so he would see exactly where she was through Eve’s terminals. ~Adam!~ <3>

IceTe3a: In the cold of the night the wind was gently blowing across the training field as he sprinted across ~ STALL DAMN IT~ he shouted back in Rain’s mind hoping she would be able to give him time, two guards walking past doing their round’s came to a salute as he passed knowing full well who he was and his rank being higher. He didn’t bother to salute back as he was in too much of a rush trying to make it there in time, it would take too long to go through the building, he would have to scale the wall and bust through the window. **Accessing blueprints… Scanning… Scanning… Window Located 4th floor east** He had located the side and which window he needed to bust through, finally making it through the training field he came up to the rather large buildings that stood centre of the entire base these buildings were mainly offices for the brass, Science labs and advanced tech and weapon testing all top end classified stuff.

Sprinting straight over towards the east side he was right about one thing, he could go all night as his body pushed and pushed his feet smashing heavily across the concrete path not once did he break a sweat whilst running and it wasn’t about to happen now. Coming to the east side of the building he needed to be at, he came to a stop as his eyes glanced up counting the floors “ Two… Three.. Four.. Gotcha! Raising his grapping gun he dropped the rope as he aimed for the very top of the building *Bang!* the grapple whirled into the air flying… Adam was almost.. anxious but he knew it would find its mark and it had, the grapple digging into the buildings side wall as he gave the rope a firm tug he started to climb. Up and up slowly until he reached the fourth window, quietly he walked above the forth window; pulling his pistol out he flicked the safety off and cocked the gun. Loaded and ready to go ~ Ready… East side window in Three, roll to your right~“Three.. Two… One…” 

With spring in his legs he jumped backwards as he was sent flying away from the building he let his grip on the rope loose as he slid down slightly, guiding himself up with the fourth window he pointed his pistol at the glass timing it perfectly down to the second *BANG BANG BANG* three bullets shatter the glass as Adam came flying through the shattered glass instantly after. Letting go of the rope he fell forward rolling on his shoulder and back onto his feet in a crouch he came to a quick stand as his pistol was pointed directly at the Commander “I Suggest you let her go… His eyes had the stare of death in them only that of a well seasoned soldier could have that death stare and it came natural to those who had been through hell and back surviving to once again do it all over again.

His hues look over at Rain as he smirks shaking his head “Perhaps you should have fucked me after all” not even realizing Eve was in the room, she was out of the camera view and he had not registered him being there yet, little did he know she was standing not so far away behind him, “Get up Rain, we have work to do” he had basically more or less told everyone in the room he was now working with Rain and against Zen, how would they react to this, he was about to find out.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The smashing of the glass panel and arrival of Adam brought about at first a wave of relief to the Commander, until he found it was he that was now having a gun trained on him. You could see the blood run from the Commander’s face as he had his knee on Rain’s back. Did he just say let her go? The Commander growled angrily at Adam, his rage returning. ”You are a Zen officer, Adam. I will have none of this behaviour. She is a prisoner of the Zen. A traitor to those who knew her family. She’s a goddamn mutant, boy!” Now the word boy was not one that you should ever say to someone like Adam. Rain’s face was pushed into the carpet at this point, and the standoff was something she was now a spectator too. Even in the face of the threat from Adam, the Commander tried to pull rank. ”Eve, control him Get him to back off NOW!” Eve; who had been watching all this unfold looked panicked and then she ran to the computer terminal. Madly she was typing in codes, to try and get him to act on the orders of the Commander. But every time she tried, something was blocking her. It was like he had been…”Reprogrammed.” Yes that one word. She turned back to Adam and the Commander, with Rain on the floor. ”Sir, he is no longer under Zen command.”

”WHAT?!” The Commander roared loudly. Here he was, with one of the most wanted criminals of the Zen and his best soldier had been turned against them. He then took his pistol out and held it to the back of Rain’s head. ”Back off…or she dies. One….two…” <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as Eve ran into the computer area when did she arrive in the room? No problem though, as they soon realized Rain had reprogrammed him, his eyes flicker back to the Commander who just called him boy.. you could see how pissed off Adam was, he wasn’t even speaking as you could tell by his face how pissed he was. He pulled a gun out on Rain as it got serious one two… his hand slid behind his back and with a flick of his wrist he sent his knife flying across the room with great speed, it would find it’s mark dead centre in the front of the Commanders forehead *BANG BANG* he shot two rounds on in the commanders heart and one disarming the pistol from his hand, the Commanders body fell down on the floor as the blood splattered across the room a slight choking noise as his lungs filled with blood but he was dead, walking slowly he grabbed Rain by the arm gently, he pulled her up to him placing his hands on her cheeks his hues scanned her body for any injuries before he nodded “We need to get out of here fast, Eve you’re coming with me.. Please” letting go of her cheeks he walked over to Eve and smiled lightly his hues looking into her friendly eyes “ No harm will come to you, I promise.. Let’s get you out of here” so now Adam would have two females he needed to look after Eve and Rain, this was turning out to be interesting.

CharlotteCarrendar: – That countdown had Rain think to herself that this was it. She would die on the floor of Eve’s office and then Adam would forever belong to Zen. But little did she realize the anger that the Commander riled up in Adam. Calling him boy? Also, Rain was under his protection. After all the hateful remarks and spiteful exchanges, he finally did something that would ultimately save her life. The Commander grit his teeth as his trigger hand trembled. He was not bluffing, but to his horror, Adam was incredibly fast at whipping out a knife and sending it flying across the room and straight into the Commander’s skull. Blood spurted out in a crimson torrent, that sprayed all over Rain’s back, but more was to come, as Adam went in with the second wave of his attack. Firing two shots into the Commander’s heart and one at the hand that held the pistol, blowing it across the room. Rain screamed as she heard the pummelling sound of the bullets making their mark. The Commander’s body fell onto the floor – with the final dying gasps followed by the sickly squelch of blood pouring up and out of his mouth and nostrils. His eyes stared out at the scene before him, soulless. The Commander’s life was at an end. Rain was shivering from shock, when she felt Adam’s hand gently pull her to standing, then cupping her face and scanning her for any injuries. Thankfully there were none. Eve watched the pair interact, keeping her distance, till Adam turned his attentions on her. ] “ No harm will come to you, I promise.. Let’s get you out of here” Though he showed kindness with his eyes, Eve kept glancing between the two. Rain was ready to go, but she really wanted Eve to come with them. She looked at Adam and said. ”Adam..this is my home. I know of nothing else.” She meant this because this was where she was created. Rain approached Eve and asked. ”We need you to help us. Eve, you are the key to help finding my father.” Eve turned her head towards Rain and showed true fear. ”Your ..your Father?” Her voice had a tremor to it, and then she looked back at Adam for guidance. <3>

IceTe3a: He shook his head lightly as he glanced over to Rain and back to eve and sighed walking in between them he wrapped his arms around both their waists “look girls, we don’t have time for this.. Eve, Rain’s dad is the one who built me, she won’t harm you and you have my word.. I will protect you, you’re free to be yourself around us” he didn’t have time for them to get friendly as he guided them outside he kept his arms around their waistlines as he moved their bodies exactly like his, he made sure they were able to be pushed out of the way of any danger. He was forcing their bodies to move tactically “Look Eve, you know me better than I can remember about myself, but..I’m not who ..what you think I am he sighed as he turned a corner and opened the elevator door, pulling them inside he pressed the door for the car park . As the doors closed he looked at Eve and smiled “I’m Rain’s equipment.. More or less.. It’s good to see you’re doing well” he shrugged as the door to the elevator opened and they were in the car park “Look.. I’m forced to be utilized by Rain for her own needs, we can go back to my other safe house.. out in the countryside I have a rather large facility there” he walked over to another truck and opens the door, this truck was a military style truck and much better than the old crapper they came in, sitting in the driver’s seat he looks as its only two seats Eve could sit in the passenger’s seat, it was a 2 seater heavy jeep with a big boot full of equipment that they could sort through later. Unfortunately for him he would have to suffer with Rain… sitting on his lap again, and if she was going to use him as a chair.. she was going to drive again, oh god she was going to get him back for that Dead fuck comment on this drive he could just feel it..

CharlotteCarrendar: – Adam didn’t have time for explanations, or for any long stories. He wanted the girls out of there and right away, guiding them both, with Rain looking back over her shoulder at the body of the dead Commander. She kept hearing what he called her before Adam had killed him. ~She was a mutant~ Her understanding of the word meant that she was not human either. All this time she had been having a go at Adam about his claims of being human. And who was she to talk? She didn’t give him a problem being led out but as Eve left, she grabbed her robotic toy dog, leaving everything else of her life behind. The only reason she went with them, was because Adam gave her his word, that no harm would come to her. She believed him. She did this because she was one of only two beings on the entire earth that knew how he came to be, and what had made him so special in the first place. Why he couldn’t be replicated. Surprisingly, no alarms had yet been triggered or sounded yet. This in itself would be unusual, but the time of the daring raid was chosen for a specific reason. On getting out to the car park, Adam had picked a vehicle that was miles better than the old farm truck that they had travelled over in. On reaching it, Adam spoke to Eve directly, in a way to allay her fears. He explained that he accepted that he was Rain’s equipment, and that he was happy to see her being as well as she was. Eve had so much she wanted to say to Adam, but not in front of Rain. Not yet. Eve knew a great deal about Ernest and what had become of him. ”Adam….” she started to say, as Rain interrupted. ”We really should get moving, we can talk on the way.” She urged Eve to get into the vehicle, and then seeing there was only one other seat, she looked at Adam and said. ”Guess I am driving, huh?” She knew that meant he would be her seat. She waited for him to get in, before getting onto his lap. Rain gripped the steering wheel as the door closed. ”Now the fun part…getting out of here.” She started the engine, and then put her foot on the gas. <3>

IceTe3a: He felt Rain slide on top of him as her weight came pressing down on his lap he tried to shift his body weight as he felt her weight pressing down on top of him… amongst other things, this was slightly awkward but she didn’t seem to be bothered by it in the slightest ~ Try not to move around..~ he said in her head in a soft tone. The engine started and they drove off and out of the car park, what few guards were awake wouldn’t pull them over to stop them as no one suspected a thing, they would be able to simple drive out of the base without issue. He had suggested that they set up their new base at his safe house out in the country side.. Rain was driving and had no idea where it was, would she physically log into him with one hand showing Eve partly the extent of what he meant by being Rain’s equipment.
looking over to Eve he smiled as he looked down at the puppy and back at her “So Eve, what do you know about Rain’s father.” The vibration from the engine of the truck wasn’t helping as Rain’s body was slightly shaking on top of him, this could be a situation he didn’t want her to realize about, as they finally left the Base behind slipping through the last point and onto the main dirt track towards the city, now is when Rain would need to utilize him once more, much like you would a GPS.

Supernaturals – The Human Realm (31) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

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LadyBelz

Re: The Human World [rp]

May 09, 2014 09:10AM

Museum

They pulled up across the street from the museum and Shane cut the ignition. They both watched a man leave, assuming correctly he was a nightwatchman of some sort. All the lights were out in the museum with the exception of a few near the back. She looked at Shane.

“And that is our cue.” Shane stated. He was out of the car and across the street in moments, Carmen right behind him by seconds. It was rare when she got to exercise her powers this way and she was grinning devilishly as they scaled up the side of the building and onto the roof. Shane unlocked one of the windows and went inside, crawling across the ceiling before dropping to the floor, making a slight noise as he did.

“Amateur.” Carmen whispered, amused as she copied his movements, her landing a bit more silent then his. She smirked at him as she pointed to her soft-soled sneakers.

“Isn’t this fun?” Shane grinned. She rolled her eyes at him.

“All right, Indy. Lead on.” she threaded his arm through his as he shined the flashlight around. They had ended up in the Wild West exhibit. “So…which way to Egypt?” she wondered. He turned and lead her down the nearby stairs where she could see the Egyptian exhibit at the end of the hall.

Suddenly a bright light came from the other end and they froze in their tracks.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” a female voice asked. Carmen could practically taste the woman’s fear and her eyes began to bleed red.

“Oh, she smells heavenly.” she hissed to her husband. “May I keep her?” The Queen was starting to come out and she was hungry.

CharlotteCarrendar

844

Re: The Human World [rp]

May 09, 2014 02:06PM

Museum

From the darkened end of the hall, the young archaeologist could just make out the outlines of two people that were standing near the start of the Egyptian exhibit. No one was supposed to be in the building aside from herself and the night guard, and Candy instantly thought that these were burglars. But why people wanted to steal artifacts was beyond her. Her right hand that held the torch shook violently, as fear swept through her.

“Who are you? What are you doing in the Museum after hours?” Not exactly the smartest thing to be asking, but it was all Candy could come up with.

Shane heard the delicious hiss of his Queen who was awakening within from the scent of fear that the young girl gave off. His eyes flickered towards her as he too could smell the girl’s fear. “Oh, she smells heavenly.” Shane couldn’t agree more, but he remembered they were there to get answers about the scroll and the box, not feed. He was about to speak, when Carmen asked.

“May I keep her?”

The young archaeologist heard this and started to back up. “I’m going to call the cops!”

Shane hissed angrily and with great speed flew across the length of the hall and seized the girl by the throat, her torch clattering to the tiled floor. His nails sunk into her neck, as his head turned ever so slowly. “That…wouldn’t be a good idea.” He then turned and held out the girl for his Queen, almost presenting her to her for feeding. “She’s even more delicious up close, my Love.” The Vampire then licked the girl’s cheek before closing his eyes and letting out a sensual growl. Candy shuddered with fear as her eyes were now opened wide, the whites clear as day. “We have use for you….but first, you must feed our Queen.”

<3>

LadyBelz

Re: The Human World [rp]

May 09, 2014 09:45PM

Vlad’s Mansion, Livingroom

Vlad was standing in front of the fireplace, staring into the flames when Emilia and Rheksas returned from their outing. He was silent for the longest time, almost as if he didn’t know they were there. Oh he knew they were there. He always knew when his Generals were near. They knew not to interrupt his thoughts and were forced to wait.

The silence was oppressive to one not used to such long silences.

After about 10 minutes, he finally turned away from the flames and the expression on his face did not bode well. He looked at Emilia first.

“Isabella is in this town, somewhere. Find her. I believe she has something that belongs to me and I want it returned. You will deliver my message…by any means necessary.” he emphasized the last four words with a glare that would melt steel, leaving no doubt what kind of message he wanted Isabella to receive. “Go, now, before sunrise.”

Easily dismissing her, he turned to Rheksas, slipping a photograph from the pocket of his suit jacket. He handed it to the dark skinned vampire.

“And you, my cagey friend, are going to find out everything you can about the woman in this picture.” he was pointing to the brunette. “Her name is Carmen. I want to know everything there is to know about her. Who she is, where she works, her family, her friends. Everything.” Vlad demanded. “Do not disappoint me in this, Rheksas.”

Museum, Outside Egyptian Exhibit

Candy finally saw them and Shane was across the room and at her throat in an instant. Candy’s eyes widened in fear and she struggled to remove Shane’s hand from her throat. He didn’t pay any attention to the struggling woman, looking instead at Carmen, who was slowly walking down the hall, eyes on the rapidly beating pulse point at Candy’s throat.

She moved in next to Shane, her body pressed against his as she ran her fingers over Candy’s skin.

“We could use her, darling.” Carmen hissed. “I won’t kill her.” Carmen bent and sniffed at Candy’s neck, moaning in delight at the smell. She brought her head back and caught Candy’s eyes with her own. “You have nothing to fear.” she whispered, her voice hypnotic. “Just give in…you know you want to. I can make all your fears disappear. You will never have need for another thing ever again. I will take care of you as if you were my own.” Carmen’s voice was very soothing and hypnotic and she could see it was having an effect on the young museum curator. Candy’s eyes glazed over as she began to fall under Carmen’s spell. “That’s it…just let yourself go…you will never fear again…yessss….” Carmen bent toward Candy as the woman slowly tilted her head back. Carmen licked at the thick vein, bringing the blood to the surface before she bit into the woman’s skin. Candy let out a gasp of surprise before her eyes slipped closed, giving in to Carmen without the slightest protest. Carmen drank deeply, monitoring the young girl’s heartbeat and pulse. As she drank, the spirit that had been lurking nearby saw her chance and moved quickly, sinking herself into Carmen as she was at her weakest when she was feeding. Carmen’s skin rippled as the new presence slowly began to take over and she moaned as she got her first taste of blood in several thousand years. Carmen, sensing that her body was no longer under her control, tried her hardest to get back to herself but the unknown entity was much stronger then she and she was relegated to the farthest reaches of her mind, locked away from her husband’s thoughts before she could warn him.

“I am…freeeeeee….” she heard the Other’s voice exclaim just before she was locked away.

The eyes snapped open and for a moment, they were a stunning blue before Carmen’s normal brown bled back into them, unknown to Shane. The Other slowly withdrew from Candy, letting the unconscious woman slip from her arms to the floor as she licked her lips with a slight moan.

“You shall be my servant in this world.” she whispered, letting the words sink into Candy’s subconscious. She suddenly remembered the man Carmen had arrived with and looked through the woman’s memories for his name. Shane. Her mate.

“Weakling.” she mentally scowled. Plastering a pleased look upon her face, The Other looked at Shane. “She shall do. Let us continue our quest.”

CharlotteCarrendar

844

Re: The Human World [rp]

May 09, 2014 10:50PM

Vlad’s Mansion, Livingroom

Standing in the foreground, Emilia and Rheksas awaited their orders from the Count. As usual, he was deep in thought and kept them waiting, probably on purpose. Emilia stood stoically with her hands at her sides, while Rheksas had his arms folded over, his face rigid like stone. There was no warm greetings, no expectations of acknowledgement till the Count was ready to speak. Minutes seemed much longer as the only sound was the crackle and pop of the kindling on the fire place. Emilia knew something was up, as the message they had received to come back to the manor at once was rushed almost. Her steel blue eyes kept on the ground in front of her, till finally he turned.

The Count’s face was one that showed he was clearly angered by his finds, and now set the tasks to each in turn. First, Emilia.

“Isabella is in this town, somewhere. Find her. I believe she has something that belongs to me and I want it returned. You will deliver my message…by any means necessary.”

~Isabella?~ Emilia thought. That name was one that she had long since forgotten. Her misdeeds against the Count were well known. An ancient in this part of the world. The Count was certain that Isabella had something that belonged to him and he wanted it back. No if’s no buts. The tricky part would be in doing all this – finding her and then delivering the message before sunrise. It was a dangerous task considering the time of night. Rheksas glanced at her as though she was hesitating to respond. For a moment, she did but then gathered herself and simply nodded, before walking out of the room briskly.

This left Rheksas alone with the Count, who now was ready to give over the next set of instructions.

“And you, my cagey friend, are going to find out everything you can about the woman in this picture.” 

Rheksas took the picture in his right hand and studied it for a moment, before returning his gaze to the Count.

“Her name is Carmen. I want to know everything there is to know about her. Who she is, where she works, her family, her friends. Everything.” The General gave a very curt nod coupled with a grunt. But the Count cemented his intention…with a threat.

“Do not disappoint me in this, Rheksas.”

“I shall not fail, M’lord.” The gruff man said, before bowing and placing the photograph into his jacket pocket and heading out of the den. Now both Generals were on separate missions. Question was, who would come back with what the Count wanted?

Outside the Manor

Both Rheksas and Emilia met up again as they were now about to head in separate directions. Rheksas had the keys to the truck, while Emilia simply stared out at the grounds with her arms folded. There was a pained look in her eyes, which stopped Rheksas from getting on with the job.

“What are you waiting for? You don’t have much time.” Rheksas was talking about the night hours, and Emilia knew the risks. She had seen the wine splattered painting in the den and it had made an impact on her. In the worst way. What did this woman have that Emilia didn’t? Aside from the artifact which was clearly what the Count wanted back. It was then that Rheksas showed Emilia the photograph of Carmen to her. Probably the worst thing he could have done.

“Who is that?” Emilia asked as Rheksas as he pocketed it again.

“The woman I have been told to find out about. And more.”

Another woman? Emilia closed her eyes tight as she fought back her rising jealousy. It was going to one day be her undoing. Opening them again she took out the car keys from her pocket and pressed the lock button, the car’s headlights flashing as it showed it was no longer locked. She didn’t say another word, strutting over to the car and reefing the door open, only to get inside and turn the ignition over, before speeding off leaving a spray of small rocks and gravel in her wake.

Rheksas shook his head as he watched her go, before then finding a reason to smile. He got to go and break into a government agency, and the guards there who always fed on donuts, were ever so tasty.

The Museum.

Shane licked his lips as he watched his beloved Queen approach. With the finesse of a jungle cat and the beauty that was intoxicating, he found himself falling for her once more. Almost like a loved starved puppy as he watched with large blue eyes as she compelled the young archaeologist to bend to her will. Candy was like putty in the Queen’s clutches, and soon was under her hypnotic spell. Shane stepped back to allow the Queen to enjoy her meal as he waited patiently for the feeding to be done. Course, the woman then fell to the floor at their feet when she was drained of her blood, but thankfully she was not dead. Not yet. Shane crouched down and felt her pulse which was weak but stable. Glancing up at his bride he answered her in regards to their quest.

“I say, we take the young Miss back to the house and start to get her to tell us about the scroll and the rings. No point hanging around a bunch of stiff old Mummy’s.” Shane was his usual joker self, as he rose to standing and then picked up the unconscious woman in a fireman like lift and ushered his darling wife with one hand.

“Home darling? I do recall you were rather keen to play “Tie me up and whip my bottom.” Little did he know that the new Carmen, might not take a liking to that. He did have the box of rings and the scroll in his coat pocket. Both of which his bride would want….well at least, the new Owner of her vessel.

Outside Isabella’s House.

Now your probably wondering, how did Emilia manage to track down Isabella? Well, turns out that after the night at the Rock Concert, she got in good with some of the local vampire covens, and they made mention of a shadowy Queen that lived at the far end of town in a home built by a mob boss in the 1920’s. Sure enough, when Emila parked out the front, it matched the house described in detail. Getting out of the car, she closed the door gently before zipping at speed across the road, and leaping well clear of the perimeter fence. Within the grounds it was a matter of making it across the gardens undetected, and Emilia was a master of the Shadows. She slipped in and out before finally coming to a stop on a balcony. Inside, she could see….HER. Cuddling some blood doll, or so it seemed.

Emilia’s eyes narrowed as she got a closer look, and that was when she saw it. The key necklace. Long ago she had read about the fabled key and what it opened, but she had not put two and two together before. So, that was what kept her going all these years. Having seen enough, she leapt down off the balcony and to another floor. Inside the kitchen was Isabella’s long suffering and faithful servant; Luther. He was preparing a meal for his Mistress and her mate and had his head down as he was cutting up meat for the pot.

The shutter windows burst open and before he could see what was happening, Emilia had him pinned to a wall. She was growling as she took the butcher’s knife from his hand.

“You…are going to give your Mistress a message.” She hissed through gritted teeth. Luther was terrified as he suddenly felt her plunge her fist into his chest and rip out his heart. Tearing it clean out she held the pulsating muscle in her blood soaked fingers. His face was one of shock as she rammed the knife right through his forehead and pinned him to the wall. She then tossed the bloody heart into the pot behind her, before dipping her finger in his blooded face. She then scrawled a message on the wall.

“The Count wants his gift…back. Return it, or this will be what I do to you.”

Stepping back she licked her fingers as though a cat grooming herself, before turning into a swirling mist of black and spiriting off back out into the night.

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The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP] 11) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

Tags

Central Kingdoms, couple, danger, Horse, IIyra, intrigue, love, Mirari, murder, people., plotting, role play., romance, Tagor, The Central Kingdoms, writing

 

LadyBelz

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

March 16, 2014 06:43AM

The temperature inside the tent was in one word…hot…and not because of the fire burning in the pit. Ilyra felt every one of his thrust to her body and reveled in the feelings it caused her. She loved this man and his week of denial had sent their bond into a downward spiral that there was almost no chance of recovery from. The moment he pushed into her, it resolidified their bond to the point where they would need to be in constant contact for the next several hours.

She was close to that ultimate pleasure, her cries becoming louder with each thrust of his hips. He pulled away from her after at that time and she nearly growled in reply. He reached for her shoulders, turning her to face him and she couldn’t help but look at his sex covered in her wetness and his own.

Before she could reach for him to continue their escapades, he lifted her and pulled her into his arms so they were face-to-face. He leaned in to kiss her (so she thought) but instead he nipped her bottom lip, tugging gently as he did so. She gasped at the feel of this.

His hands smoothed over her naked bottom and pulled her in until he was sheathed within her once more. Her breath left her in an explosive huff as she felt him throbbing against her womb. Her gaze was pinned in place by his and she could see the absolute love he had for her and their unborn son. He had been wrong to deny them their nightly pleasures and now they were paying the price for his negligence.

Neither one of them would be seen in the village for quite some time.

Grasping her hips, he slowly raised and lowered her upon him, nipping at her chin, neck and ears with his teeth. She shuddered in response, her eyes slipping closed as she allowed him to take what he desired and giving herself in return.

Her head fell back, giving him better access to her body as she hung on for dear life. This clearly wasn’t an act of sexual domination, as it had started out to be. This was love-making, a reaffirmation of a lifetime commitment between two people destined to be together until the end of time.

She whispered his name over and over again, saying in not so many words that she loved him.

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CharlotteCarrendar

844

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

March 16, 2014 07:03AM

Tagor and IIyra’s tent

Forgiveness. It was what Tagor needed and what his eyes implored when he turned her to face him. Yes, he had started off hard and heavy in an act to make reclamation of his mate and lover, but that all changed as his heart filled with love for her, and his instincts changed from the primal urges to needing to reaffirm their special bond.

Submissive, delicate…beautiful. Words that he could only think of as she gave herself over to him without complaint or angered fist. From the very dew that leaked between her folds, her body cried out for him as much as his hardness did for her.

Ilyra repeated his name in soft whispers as he nipped and marked her flesh, grazing with his teeth. It wasn’t part of play, no this was showing his dominance, but in a way that she knew she was the one and only for him. Tagor did not even look at other women, for they held no beauty or grace that his adored IIyra did. The winter fire that burns eternal in her soul shone through when she stood up for what she wanted, expected. This only made him love her all the more fiercely. IIyra was unique – a gem amongst a stream of pebbles.

Tagor’s lust would be all consuming. His gnarled hands wandering over her supple skin, kneading and searching, like tendrils that desire to learn every part of her body. Tagor’s face, right in front of her own, nose to nose, then stealing kisses before gasping for breath that he tried to hold tight within his lungs. She was so inexplicably tight. This only served to make him grow larger, thicker within her.

Their bodies rose and fell in a sweeping fashion as the two became reunited in spirit. Whole once more. A smile came to Tagor’s lips as he wanted to please her in so many ways. The joyful part was…they had all afternoon…and all night.

“IIyra…” Said with that deep baritone as his needs grew stronger. The friction between them heating his flesh. His dark pecs standing taut from the constant sweep of her own mounds across his. The feeling electric as it spread across his skin like wild fire. He just didn’t want this to end….

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LadyBelz

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

March 21, 2014 06:27PM

Outside Tagor and Ilyra’s Tent

Several hours later…

Listening to the constant cries of passion from their leader’s tent for most of the day, many got bored and went back to their own works. Sharma remained a constant presence in front of their tent, sending the more curious away when they approached. She did not want the two of them disturbed for any reason.

She did send for food and drink, knowing that her mistress and mate would be famished once they concluded their activities and it was brought immediately.

There was a hard cry of delight (female) and a long groan of pleasure (male) from behind her before all went silent. She smiled.

“And all is right once more.” she murmured to herself.

Inside Tagor and Ilyra’s Tent

Ilyra clung to her mate, her entire body trembling with her emotions, he still throbbing within her at the completion of their lovemaking. She slowly drew back from him, her gray eyes wide. It had been an experience she never desired to share with any other for as long as there was breath in her body. They had connected on such an intimate level, she was almost sure she saw heaven.

“I love you, Tagor of Njada.” she whispered, breathless. She placed her hands on his cheeks. “You complete me in a way I have never experienced before. And I never want to be apart from you again. We are together…always. Don’t ever turn me away again. My heart will break.” A tear leaked from her eyes as she poured her heart out to him.

CharlotteCarrendar

844

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

March 22, 2014 07:18AM

Inside Tagor and Ilyra’s Tent

If you are going to do something, you do it right. That is what Tagor and IIyra spent many hours doing in the solitude of their tent. Hour upon hour of love making, that even outdid the patience of those who listened. Their audience dissipating as their constant cries and groans went into a marathon of hours.

When it was all said and done, Tagor rolled his back onto the furs, laying there both covered in sweat and physically exhausted. It was not often that a woman had ever kept Tagor going for hours on end but needless to say it was not only needed, it was very much enjoyed. IIyra had professed her love once more, instilling the fact that she did not want to be turned away ever again. Her heart though strong simply could not take such an event.

Tagor…then and there swore on his life that he would never turn his back on her, and promised to always keep her close physically. Their hearts one, they were now back on track as a couple, though completely exhausted from their tryst.

Tagor sung out for Sharma.

“SHARMA! Tagor….needs….Drink….eat. Mate of Tagor and I hungry.”

Safe to say they both had would need a good meal and some wine after all that.

LadyBelz

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

March 22, 2014 07:31AM

Tagor and Ilyra

Hearing her master call for food, Sharma was on her feet in an instant, the platters of food she had sent for earlier still warm upon their dishes. She collected them carefully and brought them inside.

It was hotter then a sauna inside the tent but she did not let that deter her from her duties. She caught a glimpse of her master and mistress upon their furs, their skin gleaming in the firelight with the manifestation of their all-day exertions and she was pleased by this. Ilyra had a contented smile upon her face as she lay within her mate’s arms, one of her legs thrown over his hip and an arm across his chest. The look on Tagor’s face was one of great pride, as if he had done something extraordinary and was celebrating his victory.

It was as it should be between them.

Sharma was not embarassed by the fact that both of them were naked. She could have cared less. She poured mead and dished up food for her charges, bringing them to their side and kneeling before them with her offerings.

“I kept it warm for you, Master, Mistress.” she stated. Ilyra sat up, not bothering to cover herself, as she was beyond such things as modesty, and took her food and drink with a smile of thanks. She waited for Tagor to attend his own meal before Ilyra began to eat. She was famished.

“When do we begin our journey, My Lord to visit the newborn princess?” Ilyra asked as she ate her meal.

CharlotteCarrendar

844

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

March 22, 2014 07:40AM

Tagor and Ilyra

Tagor was literally starving. All that effort does drain a man of his….energy. Seeing Sharma enter the tent so quickly and with meals, he could not take the smile from his face. Still glistening in the sweat of his exertions, he looked a right sight. The tent was like a sauna, and no doubt the tent flaps would need to be pulled back to let some of the cool air in.

“I kept it warm for you, Master, Mistress.” 

Kneeling before them Sharma had the hot dishes along with poured mugs of mead. Both Tagor and his mate sat up, though Tagor was still taken in deep by his mate’s beauty. She smelt heavenly even after hours of sex. He nipped at her bare shoulder before taking up the mug of mead and chugging it down like a man….would. He let out a loud “ARRRHHHHHH!” since it quenched his thirst, then gestured for Sharma to refill it, as he took up a morsel of meat. Boy, when he ate and drank, he wasn’t one for table manners. No, this was done right where he had taken his woman. His smile was lopsided, almost still a bit heady from their love making. No doubt this would have amused Sharma, to see her Master so happy…and hungry.

When IIyra started to eat, Tagor pointed to the spare mug for Sharma – he wanted her to join them in this feast. “Sharma…eat with…Tagor and IIyra.” He knew she had been keeping a vigil outside the tent, and he now treated her more like a sister if anything. Another mug of mead and he was happily chugging away, only to then hear IIyra speak of the journey to the newborn Princess. Tagor hadn’t forgotten.

“When Sun rise….we go.”

As simple as that, they would leave at the dawning of the next day, but now…he just wanted to eat his fill.

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LadyBelz

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

March 22, 2014 07:55AM

Inside the Tent

Tagor didn’t seem to hear Sharma when she stated she had kept their food warm. He was staring at Ilyra, a besotted look on his face, one even Sharma had never seen from him before. Ilyra giggled when he leaned in to nip at her shoulder, pressing a kiss to his head in return before she turned to her meal. Sharma had to hide her face when Tagor downed his drink, smacking his lips and making delighted sounds when he finished or she would have started laughing.

She had never seen Tagor in such a state…and it seemed it was all due to the young woman at his side.

“Sharma…eat with…Tagor and IIyra.”

What?

The request came from nowhere, causing Sharma to freeze in place. Even Ilyra was staring at Tagor in wonder. Sharma looked at Ilyra, wondering if the offer was genuine. Ilyra smiled and nodded the look on her face saying “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

Sharma sat back and dished herself some food, pleased at her master’s offer.

Ilyra asked after their journey and Tagor said they would leave at sunrise the following morning before he returned to his meal. They ate in companionable silence, interspersed with Ilyra and Sharma talking about nothing of great importance but having a conversation between friends.

Ilyra ate her fill and fell to her back with a pleased sigh, lightly rubbing her expanding stomach. Sharma was surprised to see the slight swell of the baby growing. Seeing her look, Ilyra gave a slight smile.

“Elves breed faster then normal people do. Tis hard to explain.”

“How long?” Sharma wondered.

“Hmm…four cycles of the moon**, give or take.” she stated. Sharma’s eyebrows disappeared into her hairline. The women of the village would have been envious to hear that.

“Any ill feelings yet?”

Ilyra shook her head, “Not of yet. It’s rare for us when that happens. Our bodies adapt so quickly to the babe there really isn’t many health effects.” she explained. Sharma nodded. Yep, those women would be so jealous.

**four moon cycles = four months. Ilyra is the equivalent to being a month pregnant.

CharlotteCarrendar

844

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

March 22, 2014 08:39PM

The City of Tsumal

The Games of Slaves

The day of the Games of Slaves had come, with many of the City of Tsumal making their way from every street and thoroughfare to gain entry to the Colosseum of Champions. Regardless of title from the nobles, to the Slave masters, the common people adored these games as much as the Slave masters loved hosting them. Much money and gold would change hands this day, though many a slave would die as entertainment of the masses.

Arriving on a special horse drawn chariot, was none other than Marsala who was dressed in a large robe adorned in gold and silver, his wealth shown off ostentatiously. He had with him two loyal guards, which was not surprising, since he was considered a target by many a merc. But as he rode past the gathering crowds, he waved and smiled for he knew that they were all to pay for this event, and make even more money for him.

Nerboti would be further back, in a special covered carriage that was carried by six muscular slaves – all bronzed and glistening, wearing just small loin cloths and sandals. Behind the veils that shielded her from public gaze, she rode along with a bored expression. She was as always a fixture in her father’s box. One that he liked to show off, but yet to let her marry. He had his reasons of course. A man with a large purse and huge tracks of land to bargain for her. She would die old and barren if he didn’t find one that measured up to his expectations.

Passing through the massive gates the chariot and then the carriage both stopped close to each other, and the Slave Master and his daughter, were led inside by the Colluseum’s officials, whilst the crowds continued to file in. The numbers that were to watch was in the tens of thousands.

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CharlotteCarrendar

844

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

April 23, 2014 07:26PM

Tagor and IIyra’s tent.

The moment that Tagor had eaten his fill, he asked Sharma to take away their dishes and then prepare the bedding for himself and his fair Ilyra. He had been listening to the two women converse about the pregnancy cycle before he gave Sharma her instructions, and though he didn’t appear to want to get into women’s talk, he was still greatly interested in how his woman would carry their son for far less time than that of Njada.

As soon as Sharma had completed her tasks and prepared the furs he acknowledged her with a nod of the head, well pleased with her efforts. She was good for IIyra and Tagor knew that women folk needed each other just like men needed the commerardery of other men be it in battle or in a social setting.

When alone, Tagor raised his wife to her feet, and blessed her by kissing the top of her head. She was so much smaller than he and he believed her to be like a delicate flower, even with child. Sure, she was feisty but he wanted her to feel his love.

“We sleep.”

Taking her to the furs, he laid her down so he could lay beside her – spooning into a comfortable position. Every so often he would kiss her neck, or let his coarse hands smooth over her swollen belly. There was no doubt that he loved her a great deal and the comfort from his whole body with hers may help ease her off into sleep.

~The Next Morning~

There was much excitement as a large contingent of the Njada would be making the trek to celebrate the birth of the Princess in the far off land within Noriand. Tagor was up early, inspecting the horses that he would have to ride on the long journey, and of course making sure that the Njada would be in good hands while their leaders were gone. He spoke with his Grandfather early and told him of how much his mate was pleasing him. Ripe with the future leader of the Njada people.

Coming back to the tent, Tagor opened the flap and stared down at his sleeping mate. He gave her the chance to get as much rest as she needed, so that she was fresh and energized for the ride.

“Awaken my heart, Queen of Njada.”

His voice had a deep rich tone, and he already had a sheen across his skin from working so early in the morning. If Sharma came by he would ask her to fetch IIyra some breakfast to help her get ready faster. Another two girls would pack for IIyra so that the horses were ready to start the trek.

Standing a few tents away was Rangor, who had a scowl on his face. He had heard the wild love making of Tagor and his mate and hated every second of it. How he wished he had gotten his chance sooner, but Sharma helped the couple find each other again. Tagor had been avoiding Rangor as well, and so Rangor had to plot in the shadows, having already raped Tagor’s mother and got her to be submissive to his wishes.

Rangor was not going on this trek, for he was not deemed fit as a warrior to protect the leaders. With eyes narrowing into slits, his mind ticked over what he was going to do while Tagor and Ilyra were away.

Needless to say…..they would be in for a shock when they returned.

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LadyBelz

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

April 23, 2014 07:57PM

Tagor & Ilyra’s Tent

Meal finished, and Ilyra comfortably sleepy, Tagor announced it was time for sleep. They were due to ride early in the morning and they needed to be well rested for the journey ahead. Once their furs were prepared and Sharma was gone, Tagor pulled her to her feet, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“We sleep.”

She agreed, yawning delicately behind her hand. Their all-day activities combined with their meal had made her drowsy. She made no complaints when he spooned up behind her, running rough fingers over the swell of her stomach. Smiling, she rested her hands over his, the last thought in her mind before sleep stole her away was that of their unborn son. He would have his father’s eyes.

~The Next Morning~

Ilyra was still asleep when Tagor woke to start the day. The horses were being prepared and their tents were being packed. The journey would be long, but worth it.

Ilya slowly came awake as Tagor whispered above her.

“Awaken my heart, Queen of Njada.”

She mumbled something, rolling onto her back beneath the furs. Her eyes opened to see him standing above her and she smiled.

“Good morrow, my mate.” she greeted him in her musical voice. Sharma stepped into their tent with her breakfast. Ilyra sat up, accepting the dish she was handed, getting her fill before Sharma helped her dress for the journey.

Once she was dressed and ready, she followed from their tent, ready to leave. Her horse was waiting for her, ready to go. With her mate’s help, she was placed in the saddle and handed the reigns. She was ready.

CharlotteCarrendar

844

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

April 24, 2014 04:56AM

The Njada Village

With the horses lined up in two long rows that were mounted by both warriors and elders of the Njada, the procession would start off at the blasting of the horn. Under strict instructions, Sharma was to ride as a free woman close to that of IIyra. Many were shocked by this decision made by the Leader Tagor, but he did so in the knowledge that if IIyra had complications along the way that she had a midwife at hand. Tents were packed into carts and towed along behind pack horses, while prize horses for trade and gifts were also part of the long procession.

Tagor rode proudly in front with his second, a striking man named Vagar. He was yet to take a woman, but often had eyes for Sharma. Had she noticed it before? One would wonder as she was often so caught up in her duties.

And so they moved out, leaving behind Tagor’s grandfather in charge of the Njada that remained behind. He stood at the edge of the camp waving them off as he held the ceremonial staff. In behind him, his daughter and Tagor’s mother who was sporting a very nasty looking bruise to her face. Slowly she tried to cover it up, as she slunk back from her father. As she did so, she felt a blade stick its pointed edge into her back. Rangor whispering in her ear.

“You would be foolish to leave now. Stay with your father till I give the word.” Rangor jabbed Thiras with the blade slightly so it made her understand that Rangor had no qualms in sticking it in further should she disobey. Raising her head she swallowed sharply and held her place as Rangor withdrew the blade and sheathed it back in its keep.

“He is my father.” Thiras hissed under her breath, to which Rangor whispered back. “He has to die sometime. What is more fitting is that…you do the honours of sending him to the Gods.”

Thiras gritted her teeth and trembled with rage and fear as Rangor smirked in behind her. Everything was going to plan.

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Seattle Theater (3) – Ladies Night.

Tags

Cell Block Tango, CharlotteCarrendar, Chicago, creative writing., dance, drama, Ladies night, Mariah, murder, rehearsal, role play., roleplay, Simone, story, VELMA

Seattle Theater – Stage

~They had it coming.~

The cast had already been out on the stage doing warm ups and getting into position, while the band was tuning their instruments. Really, it was your typical rehearsal, and there was much fuss being made over Mariah, who seemed to need to have everything explained to her at least three times, since she was an emergency replacement for Lucy Luvich. Simone threaded her arm in Nick’s as she walked him out to the stage, and then seeing Mariah, she made sure the buxom diva got a good look at Simone being on her husband’s arm. Simone whispered something to Nick, which was actually “You should give her a kiss for good luck.”, before removing her arm, and going over to her stand point, to get ready for the call to start rehearsals.

From where Mariah stood, she spotted the leggy dancer and her husband, and the way he smiled when Simone said something, that looked private. As for unsettling the star, it seemed to be working, if the expression on her face was anything to go by. The set crew were pushing the jail bar props into place, and the number that was going to be rehearsed was the Cell block tango. A bold number that required six dancers including Mariah and Simone. The director explained the role again to Mariah, who was now slightly unnerved as Nick kept waving at her from the wings. Sally rolled in the refreshment trolley and parked it to the side just out of view of the director. No doubt there were going to be some very thirsty dancers.

“Alright people. Places. Mariah, you know your mark now? Good. Simone…let’s see that talent, baby. Okay…in five, four three..two….one…”

[LIZ]
Pop
[ANNIE]
Six
[JUNE]
Squish
[HUNYAK]
Uh uh
[VELMA]
Cicero
[MONA]
Lipschitz!

[LIZ]
Pop
[ANNIE]
Six
[JUNE]
Squish
[HUNYAK]
Uh uh
[VELMA]
Cicero
[MONA]
Lipschitz!

[ANNOUNCER]
And now the six merry murderesses of the Cook County Jail in their rendition of “The Cell Block Tango”

[LIZ]
Pop
[ANNIE]
Six
[JUNE]
Squish
[HUNYAK]
Uh uh
[VELMA]
Cicero
[MONA]
Lipschitz!
(4X)

[ALL]
He had it coming
He had it coming
He only had himself to blame
If you’d have been there
If you’d have seen it

[VELMA]
I betcha you would have done the same!

[LIZ]
Pop
[ANNIE]
Six
[JUNE]
Squish
[HUNYAK]
Uh uh
[VELMA]
Cicero
[MONA]
Lipschitz!
(2X)

[LIZ (Spoken)]
You know how people
Have these little habits
That get you down. Like Bernie.
Bernie liked to chew gum.
No, not chew. POP. So I came home this one day,
And I am really irritated, and I’m
Looking for a little bit of sympathy
And there’s Bernie layin’
On the couch, drinkin’ a beer
And chewin’. No, not chewin’.
Poppin’. So, I said to him,
I said, “You pop that
Gum one more time…”
And he did.
So I took the shotgun off the wall
And I fired two warning shots…
… into his head.

[ALL]
He had it coming
He had it coming
He only had himself to blame
If you’d have been there
If you’d have heard it
I betcha you would
Have done the same!

[ANNIE (Spoken)]
I met Ezekiel Young from
Salt Lake city about two years ago,
And he told me he was single
And we hit it off right away.
So, we started living together.
He’d go to work, he’d come home, I’d
Fix him a drink, We’d have dinner.
And then I found out,
“Single” he told me?
Single, my ass. Not only
Was he married
… oh, no, he had six wives.
One of those Mormons, you know. So that
Night, when he came home from work, I fixed him his drink as usual.
You know, some guys just can’t hold
Their arsenic.

[ALL]
He had it coming
He had it coming
He took a flower
In it’s prime
And then he used it
And he abused it
It was a murder
But not a crime!

[JUNE (Spoken)]
Now, I’m standing in the kitchen
Carvin’ up the chicken for dinner,
Minding my own business,
And in storms my husband Wilbur,
In a jealous rage.
“You been screwin’ the milkman,”
He says. He was crazy
And he kept on screamin’,
“you been screwin the milkman.”
And then he ran into my knife.
He ran into my knife ten times!

[ALL]
If you’d have been there
If you’d have seen it
I betcha you would have done the same!

[HUNYAK (Spoken in Hungarian)]
Mit kersek, en itt? Azt mondjok, hogy a hires lakem lefogta a ferjemet en meg
Lecsaptam a fejet. De nem igaz, en artatlan
Vagyok. Nem tudom mert mondja
Uncle Sam hogy en tettem. probaltam
A rendorsegen megmayarazni de nem ertettek meg…

[JUNE (Spoken)]
Yeah, but did you do it?

[HUNYAK]
UH UH, not guilty!

[VELMA] – Played by Simone.
My sister, Veronica and
I had this double act
And my husband, Charlie,
Travelled around with us.
Now, for the last number in our act,
We did these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row
One, two, three, four, five… splits, spread eagles,
Back flips, flip flops, one right after the other.
So this one night before the show we’re down at the hotel Cicero, the three of us, boozin’, havin’ a few laughs and
We ran out of ice, so I go out to get some.
I come back, open the door, and there’s Veronica and
Charlie doing Number Seventeen the spread eagle.
Well, I was in such a state of shock,
I completely blacked out. I can’t remember a thing.
It wasn’t until later,
When I was washing the blood off my hands
I even knew they were dead.

[VELMA]
They had it coming
[GIRLS]
They had it coming
[VELMA]
They had it coming
[GIRLS]
They had it coming
[VELMA]
They had it coming all along
[GIRLS]
They had it coming all along
[VELMA]
I didn’t do it
[GIRLS]
She didn’t do it
[VELMA]
But if I done it
[GIRLS]
But if she’d done it
[VELMA]
How could you tell me that I was wrong?

[VELMA]
They had it coming
[GIRLS]
They had it coming
[VELMA]
They had it coming
[GIRLS]
They had it coming
[VELMA]
They had it coming
[GIRLS]
They took a flower
[VELMA]
All along
[GIRLS]
In it’s prime
[VELMA]
I didn’t do it
[GIRLS]
And then they used it
[VELMA]
But if I’d done it,
[GIRLS]
And they abused it
[VELMA}
How could you tell me that I was wrong?
[GIRLS]
It was a murder but not a crime
[MONA(Spoken)]
I loved Al Lipschitz
More than I can possibly say.
He was a real artistic guy…
Sensitive… a painter.
But he was always trying
To find himself.
He’d go out every night
Looking for himself
And on the way
He found Ruth,
Gladys,
Rosemary and Irving.
I guess you can say we broke
Up because of artistic differences.
He saw himself as alive
And I saw him dead.

[ALL]
The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

[Group 1]
They had it comin’
[Group 2]
They had it comin’
[Group 1]
They had it comin’
[Group 2]
They had it comin’
[Group 1]
They had it comin’
[Group 2]
They had it comin’
[Group 1]
All along
[Group 2]
All along
[Group 1]
‘Cause if they used us
[Group 2]
‘Cause if they used us
[Group 1]
And they abused us
[Group 2]
And they abused us
[ALL]
How could you tell us that we were wrong?

[Group 1]
He had it coming
[Group 2]
He had it coming
[Group 1]
He had it coming
[Group 2]
He had it coming
[Group 1]
He only had himself to blame.
[Group 2]
He only had himself to blame.
[Group 1]
If you’d have been there
[Group 2]
If you’d have been there
[Group 1]
If you’d have seen it
[Group 2]
If you’d have seen it
[ALL]
I betcha you would have done the same!

[LIZ (Spoken)]
You pop that gum one more time!
[ANNIE (spoken)]
Single my ass.
[JUNE (Spoken)]
Ten times!
[HUNYAK (Spoken)]
Miert csukott Uncle Same bortonbe.
[VELMA (Spoken)]
Number seventeen-the spread eagle.
[MONA (Spoken)]
Artistic differences.

[LIZ]
Pop
[ANNIE]
Six
[JUNE]
Squish
[HUNYAK]
Uh uh
[VELMA]
Cicero
[MONA]
Lipschitz!

The performance by Simone, as Velma was sensational as the song seemed to take on a whole new meaning – if only everyone knew. Mariah was of course nervous and it showed, but the cast seemed to expect that from the diva who barely had time to go over the moves. As the number came to a close, Simone slipped out the butter satchel from her small pocket and made sure to drop it not far from where Mariah had finished.

“Great great….okay lovelies. Everyone break for five.”

The dancers all were thirsty and lined up for refreshments, much to Simone’s delight, while Nick started to walk towards Mariah. Mariah grinned and went to run across the stage towards him….and that was when it happened. She stepped on the butter satchel and went flying, her legs in the air. Fabulous. She landed awkwardly and you could hear a terrible snap. Did she break something? The Director shrieked, and so did Mariah. Her husband cried out and went to try and help her up, and this was when she reached for him, and got her fingers caught in the lace of the red thong that was sticking out of his pocket. Needless to say….the entire stage stopped. Some dancers had already started to drink the cordial, and you could hear gagging and vomiting, while Mariah was screaming in agony and shock to have a red thong in her hands.

“NICK?! What have you done?”

“Baby…I don’t know where that came from.”

Simone snuck off to the left side of the stage and chuckled darkly while singing…

“They had it coming….they had it coming….”

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Supernatural – The Human Realm (20) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

Tags

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CharlotteCarrendar

844

Re: The Human World [rp]

March 02, 2014 08:27PM

Central Train station.

The number 54 train from Linkinshaw was running suprisingly late. An old frieght locomotive that had not been in service for sometime had appeared on the schedule, much to the Central station Master’s surprise. He had been following its progress, as the train was running well past midnight and with a skeleton crew on at the Central station, there was really nothing much else going on. The usual commuters were all tucked away in their beds and the city slept. Well…most of the city. Standing on platform five was a dark figure who was about six and a half feet tall. Dark skin and a balding head, with a long scar across his right cheek.

Interestingly enough, security cameras on that platform….saw nothing.

The faintest of light was seen in the darkened underground tunnel that led to the Central station. On the platform, newspapers were whipped up by the surge of wind as a dull fog seemed to be now rolling across the platform all coming from the same tunnel.

Up in the control room, the blinking light again showed number 54 was on the move. the Station master eased forward in his seat – his cigarette burning low as he squinted at the large monitor.

“What the hell?” He thought to himself. It was going to stop on platform five, but that was a commuter train stop. Freight trains were meant to go on nine and ten. Curiosity got the better of him, as he reached for his hat and then stubbed out his cigarette. There was no on on platform five. None…that he could see. He pushed himself out of his chair, and taking his report chart and whistle, he left the control room and made his way down to the platforms, but as he left the room, all the train lights on the monitor, suddenly came to life. Two trains changed tracks, and were on a collision course.

Down on platform five, the mystery frieght train came rolling into a stop. The dark man grinning to himself as the wooden slatted freight carriage marked #115 stopped right in front of him. He slapped his gloved hands together and strolled towards the locked door of the carriage, and placed a large key in the brass lock. It opened with a grinding snap and unlocked. The man tossed the lock away behind him, while up ahead the driver got out of the main engine and started to walk down slowly, holding a red lantern. He walked with a noticeable limp and growled low as he approached the larger man who was trying to open the wooden door, which groaned and creaked as it slid on unoiled tracks.

Inside the carriage was a trolley and a large wooden box. It had Romanian letters down the sides and it was large enough to contain…a coffin. As the dark man entered the carriage to get out the box and wheel it with the trolley, the Station Master approached from the stair well.

“Hey! What is this train doing on number five platform? Where is your identification pass?”

He was speaking to the driver, who now ambled slowly towards him, but the faint light offered no clue as to the man’s identity. All he did, was growl in response. The Station Master was getting annoyed and pulled out his report clip board. Checking the time table, he shook his head. “This train should not be here.”

Suddenly a voice behind him said.

“It’s only…a hundred years late.”

Turning around, the man dropped the clip board as he saw a beautiful raven haired woman approach. She licked her lips, but it was clear as she came into view, that she had elongated fangs pressed on the outside of her full lips.

“That’s impossible.” The Station Master said, now starting to back up. He ripped up his whistle that dangled on his chain and went to put it into his mouth, as the woman darted at speed and seized the man by the throat with her right clawed hand. “Ah ah ahhh. No one..is going to hear you.” That said, she brought up her other hand to the top of his head, and then twisting forcibly, she broke his neck, letting his lifeless body fall to the ground.

Laughing, she took a glance inside the carriage and uttered. “We don’t have much time, Rhekas. Let’s get the box and get out of here.” The dark man nodded and tied up the wooden box to the trolley, and started to back it out of the wooden carriage, while the driver came up alongside the raven haired woman, and started to nuzzle her neck affectionately. She stroked his cheek as though she had some affection for him, then lowered her arm as she fell in behind the dark man, who wheeled the wooden box to the nearest lift. The train driver then grabbed the arm of the dead Station master, whose eyes were staring out soulessly, and took him back up to the front engine of the train.

The lights changed to green as the train started off again, while on another track that was in a populated area of the city, two passenger trains were on a collision course. With no one to stop it.

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“From Russia with Love.” : The Gun-Metal Blues – Part Two.

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Action., adventure, bar, CharlotteCarrrendar, fight., From Russia with love, murder, Natasha, role play., T1Legend, writing, zippo lighter

 

“From Russia with Love”

The Gun-Metal Blues. 

Part two

Writers
T1Legend
CharlotteCarrendar

T1Legend: – He had given her instructions on the phone. Find the guy sitting at the bar, he had said. And just how was she to know which guy that was? If his good looks didn’t give it away, he’d be sitting alone with his jacket folded over the chair. There would be a pack of Japo-style cigarettes on the counter. She was supposed to bring a lighter and lay it beside him. She had followed his instructions to the letter, all except for one thing.

“You’re late,” he said, more observational than irate.

Sam reached for the zippo and flipped it open with the snap of his wrist. He held it to his mouth and lit another cigarette. He had dark, messy hair that was long enough to get in his eyes. Sam looked over at her and slides the pack of cigarettes in her direction—zippo on top.
“And wet.” She wasn’t how he had imagined her when they had spoken over the phone. In his mind, he saw with black hair—short, clipped black hair—and brown eyes, with a round face and a hawkish nose. The woman sitting next to him was classically beautiful. She wasn’t how he had imagined, but the voice matched the face.

Sam lifted his arm to wipe away his face with his sleeve, wearing the expression of a man who has just been splattered by a shaggy dog. Funny, it was always sexy when women did that in the vids. In real life, it was only awkward.

“So, tell me the details of this job that couldn’t be said on the phone.” Sam’s voice is low and cool, smooth in the way that aged bourbon is. He looked over to the bartender to order another glass of scotch—something about the way the bartender kept glancing to the door made Sam uneasy. Joe was normally pretty attentive to his customers, the guy worked for tips after all.

Usually it was, “another round, Sam? Can I get you anything else, Sam? Looking tired tonight, Sam. Got yourself a steady girl yet, Sam? Did’ja call ya’ mother, Sam?”

But not tonight.

Joe was sweating, too. A lot. And it wasn’t that hot—as a matter of fact, the temperature was on the chilly side of cool. But Joe’s shirt was damp beneath his arm pits and the gel from his slicked-back hairdo was starting to run down his brow. But the bartender didn’t notice. As a matter of fact, he made a show of /not/ noticing. Sam knew Joe was polishing a glass that had been polished at least three times already—Joe had his entire fist in the thing, spinning the glass round and round fast enough that it squeaked. When the bartender excused himself to the kitchen without pouring a glass of vodka for the girl, Sam knew something was bad was going to happen.

And, because trouble usually had a way of finding him (or he it), Sam was under the distinct impression that something bad was about to happen to /him/ in particular. He reached for his gun and turned his head to look at the door when a firm hand placed itself on his shoulder. From the corner of his eye, he had caught a flash of what had disturbed Joe. The men playing cards weren’t really playing at all; they had suddenly developed an unusual interest in him.

The hand on Sam’s shoulder tightened. But it was the sharp, metal point pressed into his neck that arrested attention. “Put the gun on the table, Sam. Nice and slow like, nobody gets hurt.”

“Sure, sure—mind telling me what this is about?” Sam’s fingers moved delicately across his holster, unfastening his weapon. When it was undone, he began to pull the gun out by the barrel.

“The money you owe our boss. Or have you forgotten about that? Because we sure didn’t.” The knife dug deeper, pricking the skin.

“Oh, /that/ money. I was just about to go see, Vincent, too. The money is in my pock—”

“Don’t even try it, schmuck.” Sam now held his gun in one hand, with the barrel pointed down and the stock facing the man behind him.

“Sure, not trying anything. Here, I’ll just switch the safety on and—”

There is the thunderous boom of gunfire—the safety was not a toggle switch at all. Rather, it was the trigger to a hidden barrel concealed in the butt of the .45; the butt of which was presently facing the knife-wielding man behind Sam. The lightning crack of gunfire is deafening in the enclosed quarters, and it is followed by the much less impressive thump of a full-metal jacket slamming into human flesh at point-blank range. Sam is already falling out of his chair—there is the clang of metal as a knife hits the ground and the groaning OOOF! Of surprise as Sam’s assailant experiences what it is like to have his chest cavity collapse. There is a second clang—this one the sound of Sam’s gun being dropped beside the knife.

“Shit.” No sooner had he uttered the words, the chair he had previously been sitting in disintegrated into wood-pulp and splinters.

 

CharlotteCarrendar: : Sam was attractive, even in his tousled state, the loosened tie and lipstick stained collar. God knows how long he had been sitting there; however it was safe to say he was annoyed at her tardiness. The clatter of the zippo lighter on the polished wooden bar top alerted him to her presence. The signal given that she was his contact. Still drenched from her trip to the bar, she unceremoniously showered Sam’s side when she gave her head a light flick.

“You’re late,” Course she was late. Natasha had to dispose of two of Nagarda’s agents. With a light shrug of her shoulders, Natasha offered; ”I had zome..unexpected company.” The Russian gestured with her right hand, which had a large scratch mark across her knuckles. Only think was, the graze was not red in colour, but a metallic black. Like her skin had been burnt and metallic residue dribbled across it.

“And wet.” Yeah, he was pissed. But Natasha countered simply with. ”Don’t zay dat too loud. Other menz ‘ere getz ideas, no?” The blonde Russian seemed to have a sense of humor, which was surprising considering she looked like the kinda gal that didn’t pull punches. With contact made, it was time to give out the details for the job.

“So, tell me the details of this job that couldn’t be said on the phone.” 
Natasha licked her top lip as she inhaled a breath, before speaking to Sam, but not actually looking at him.

”There is a man, very well known in the science community. Doctor Wielham Steincroft. He is being held in an underground laboratory. Dhey are…..uhm..making him do…the unthinkable.”
Natasha was about to pull a photograph out from beneath her wet jacket, when she noticed that the barmen didn’t appear to be in a hurry to serve her a shot of vodka. In fact, he was still cleaning out the same glass, and looking past the pair as they sat at the bar. Natasha shot a look over her shoulder and quirked her brow. Something was not right about this. Grey steel eyes then went back to the barmen, as he suddenly walked from behind the bar, and into the kitchen.

”My drinkz? ‘ello?” Natasha’s voice rose slightly, before she did something rather bold, and reached for a bottle of vodka that was just within her reach from behind the bar. There was a stack of napkins to her left, and a bowl of nuts. Typical items you find on any bar top really. Another fumble with her hand over the bar top, and she picked at a shot glass, when there was a gruff voice that came from behind her contact.

. “Put the gun on the table, Sam. Nice and slow like, nobody gets hurt.”

~Great~ The Russian thought to herself. She has hired a man who already is marked as she is. Sam and his assailant start to have a conversation, as the Russian starts to grumble in her own native language, reaching for a napkin and twirling it around in her hand, kinda like twisting it. Maybe she was going to use it to wipe her brow. But…she wasn’t. Keeping one eye on Sam, she takes a swig straight from the bottle, then rests it between her and the counter. A slight of hand, and she stuffs the napkin into the bottle, just enough so the tip of the napkin meets with the clear alcohol. Behind them, is a group of men, that are now getting edgy in their seats, as Sam plays Mr Innocent.

“The money you owe our boss. Or have you forgotten about that? Because we sure didn’t.”

~We? One..two..three.~ Natasha counts the men in her mind, as she reaches for her zippo lighter and plays with the top, flicking it. The tension in the room building.

“Oh, /that/ money. I was just about to go see, Vincent, too. The money is in my pock—”

Natasha lit the flame on the zippo lighter, as a wry grin formed on her pale pink lips.

“Sure, not trying anything. Here, I’ll just switch the safety on and—”

That was when it happened, the thunderous sound of gunfire, and Natasha lit the napkin on the vodka bottle, spinning around as Sam’s chair exploded in a shower of splintered wood. With marksmanship like aim, she hurled the Molotov cocktail at the table of three men, which erupted in a fire ball as it smashed onto the table, lighting up not only their drinks, but the splattered flaming alcohol set them on fire. There was no time to lose, as there may have been more in the bar that were part of the assailant’s gang. Natasha reached for Sam’s hand and screamed at him.

”COME ON!”

Trying to get him off the floor and out the nearest exit, as the fire sprinklers came on, hosing everyone and everything in the bar. Natasha was not going to be getting dry anytime soon.

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The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP] (3) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

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CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

February 01, 2014 05:53AM

The Njada Lands

The two day trek back from the market lands had finally brought the caravans home to a rousing welcome from the Njada people. As the procession passed under the battling stallions, you could hear the cheers and cries of the people, as they ran out of their huts and tents. Scores of wives and children, servants and the like, all happy to see the brave Njada men return home, with what was sure to be a plentiful bounty in their days of trade.

Togar rode on proudly, with IIyra at his side, as they were the first to enter the village proper.

One that was pleased to welcome them home was Togar’s brother; Marmut who emerged from his elaborate tent, wearing a simple flap of leather, since he had just mated with one of his slaves. He beamed as he saw his brother, and then when his eyes fell upon the white haired elf that was riding the white mare, his grin only increased. Tagor had done well in this year’s trade. Such a fine slave, but he was quizical as to why the girl was riding a horse at all. Normally they had to walk behind the caravans. What had brought about this change? Either way, he could feel the stirring in his loins just looking at IIyra. He could only imagine how she would feel, when he had her on the furs.

Marmut continued to watch, as Tagor pulled up and then dismounted his horse, only instead of greeting his brother, he went to help IIyra off her horse. From here, he simply walked her to his own tent. No doubt he wished to have some time alone with her. This only made Marmut frown.

What was going on?

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LadyBelz

2046

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

February 01, 2014 06:28AM

The Lands of the Njada

Ilyra’s eyes were wide as she looked upon the multitudes of men, women, children and servants who rushed from their huts and tents to welcome the Njada men home. If these people ever went to battle, they would surely outnumber the raiding armies by at least 20 to 1.

They pulled to a stop outside what she assumed was Tagor’s living quarters. He dismounted his horse and went about helping her down from hers. She thanked her mare for the safe journey before Tagor whisked her away to his tent.

She was unaware of the eyes…of Tagor’s brother, Marmut, that followed them.

Inside Tagor’s tent, it was much bigger then the one they’d spent the night in and much more lived in. She could see his armaments of battle stacked in the corner, almost hidden by a thick fur that served as a curtain of sorts. Curious, she walked around, looking at his things, but not touching them as she wasn’t sure it would be allowed. Though her heart knew she was no longer a slave, her mind told her a different story and it was difficult to blend the two. It would take some time, she knew.

She turned to face him, her hair gleaming in the firelight, her eyes as dark as shadows. For some reason, she was inexplicable nervous, now that they were in his homelands.

“It’s lovely.” she whispered, clutching her hands nervously.

CharlotteCarrendar

844

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

February 01, 2014 07:15AM

Outside Tagor’s tent

Jamai was not far along in the procession, but he could see up ahead, that Tagor had helped IIyra from her horse and then taken her into his tent. He knew what this meant, and was swift to act, so that the Chief would not be kept waiting. As the large carts were pulling in, and many families were being reunited, Jamai made his way to one of the slave women’s tents and called out for Sharma, who was once one of Togar’s slaves but very long ago. She ended up being given to another man, who had lost his wife in child birth, and kept the man happy to the end of his days. Now she helped with everything from child birth, to the preparing of women for feasts. She was regarded as one of the more fortunate of the slaves, though not free…she was treated with much respect.

Sharma appeared out of the tent and bowed to Jamai, curious for this summons.

“Tagor has returned from the trade lands,and brought with him a woman.” Now, at first Sharma suspected it was just another slave, but there was something in Jamai’s expression that said otherwise. She didn’t want to push it, but her look was one of confusion.

“She is a Winter Elf. A special woman, and I suspect that Tagor…has planted his seed.” Jamai said firmly.

Sharma nodded, but inwardly she was shocked. Tagor never did this sort of thing normally. There had to be something special about this woman, something very special indeed.

“What you have me do, Jamai?’ Sharma asked, now wanting to know what was expected of her.

“Go to Tagor’s tent. I know him well, he will want her to have a maiden to help her prepare for life here in the Njada. You are best suited for this. Tagor also trusts you above many. Go now.”

Sharma didn’t wait to be asked again. She bowed and quickly hurried across the settlement to Tagor’s tent.

Inside Tagor’s tent

Tagor watched Ilyra silently as she nervously made her way around his tent. He smiled somewhat, knowing that she would be out of place here, not sure of what to touch, or what to do. He crossed the floor and then reached for her head, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Happy…you will be. Tagor make sure of this. Later a feast is held for our return. You will see all of the people.” He pulled back and caressed her cheek with his large hand. There was much that he had to do, now he was back, but he knew she would not be alone. Right on cue there was a cough from outside the tent, and Tagor growled the word enter.

Sharma appeared, and kept her eyes down as she came in and got on her knees.

“I have been sent to care for Tagor’s woman.” Sharma said softly, hoping that she was not speaking out of turn.

“Good.” Just one word, and Tagor was pleased. He took one last look at IIyra, and you could see that he wanted more than anything to stay, but he had his people to lead, and so he left the tent, leaving the two women alone.

Sharma remained kneeling, her head down. IIyra would need to instruct her to move.

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LadyBelz

2046

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

February 01, 2014 07:34AM

Ilyra was somewhat reassured of her place as Tagor kissed her head. She touched his arm in return, before there was a coughing sound from outside.

“Enter” he commanded. A young woman entered and knelt before them both, not looking at either of them. Ilyra wondered what she was here for. Was he already tired of her and was seeking his nights elsewhere?

The woman spoke then. “I have been sent to care for Tagor’s woman.” she stated.

Tagor nodded, pleased. He looked at Ilyra once more before he left the tent. Ilya watched him go, unsure of what she was to do now. She looked at the woman kneeling at her feet.

“Please…you do not need to kneel before me. Stand, if you will.” Ilyra stated, waiting as the woman did so. “What is your name?”

“I am Sharma, mate of Tagor. It is an honor to serve you.”

“Oh! You’re a slave?”

“No slave. Honored servant to house of Tagor. I help you.” Sharma stated.

“Oh, thank you.” Ilyra nodded, a small smile flitting about her face. “I am unsure what to do here. I would hate to disappoint Tagor with my inexperience.”

Sharma noticed the mark of the snow upon Ilyra’s neck and now understood so much more.

“You have mark of Winter People. You will be fine. Come. I show you where you may bathe and refresh.” Nodding, Ilyra rooted through the things Tagor had purchased for her and took out a fresh shift and soft boots. She and Sharma left the tent and headed off together, unaware they were being followed.

CharlotteCarrendar

844

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

February 01, 2014 07:34PM

Basalt Falls – Njada Lands

Not far from the main encampment of the Njada, was a place known as Basalt falls. It was used primarily by the women of the Njada, and traditionally a place where men did not go. When women were experiencing their monthly cycle, it was here, that they often came to bathe. Also, it was a place where the free and slaves were able to speak openly. It was only fair in a male dominated society, that the women did have a place to their own.

As Sharma led IIyra into the tranquil setting, she let out a sigh of relief coming through the canopy and hearing the delightful gurgling sound of the waters spilling over large pebbles and stones. Around the outer perimeter of the lagoon, was a moss covered bank, that had many places to lay and catch the filtered rays of the sun, that streamed down through the boughs filled with leaves. Setting down her basket of clothes, soaps, and cleaning rock, she looked back over her shoulder as IIyra came on after her.

“You are safe here, IIyra of Njada. No men can enter.”

Words said in the spirit of what the elders had declared, but…someone did not care for rules or rituals, and followed along silently, hiding in the brush.

Sharma approached IIyra and reached to undo her dress ties, to strip her for bathing. She looked upon the girl with kind brown eyes, much like you would imagine a leopard. She smelt strongly of exotic oils, and her body was covered in tattoos and markings of being owned by many masters. She even bore Tagor’s mark.

“Master Tagor likes you. I can see why.”

She started to stroke her hands down the woman’s body and then took her hand, to lead her into the cool blue waters.

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LadyBelz

2046

Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

February 01, 2014 11:51PM

Basalt Falls – Njada Lands

Sharma lead Ilyra to the common area the women use for their bathing needs. It was a lovely spot, not far from the village, but isolated enough that they could not be seen.

Ilyra looked around in wonder. It was a very tranquil setting.

“This is lovely.” she stated, setting her things besides Sharma’s. “And we won’t be bothered here?”

“You are safe here, Ilyra of Njada. No men can enter.” Sharma reassured her. Ilyra nodded, feeling relieved she wouldn’t have to fight off other men vying for her attentions.

Or so she thought…

Sharma stepped up to Ilyra and helped her remove her dress, stripping her so they could bathe. Her eyes were kind and she understood some of Ilyra’s nervousness, being thrust into a new situation, with a man who seemed to think the world of her. Sharma looked over Ilyra’s body without censure and liked what she saw. Jamai was correct in stating the elven woman was special. She seemed to be made for Tagor personally.

“Master Tagor likes you. I can see why.” Sharma smiled kindly, running her hands down Ilyra’s hair and body, undoing the braids of her hair so it could be washed. They talked in low voices, and with the rushing waters around their legs, anyone who was trying to listen would only hear mumbling.

“I don’t see it to be honest.” Ilyra sighed as the two women waded into the water. “I’m just a simple slave.”

“No, Ilyra of Njada, Elf of Winterlands. You are not a ‘simple slave’ as you put it. You are mate to Tagor. You carry his child. No slave before you has ever held such an honor.” Sharma stated in a soft but commanding tone. It startled Ilyra for a moment.

“How did you know?”

“I bring all Njada into these lands. I always know. It is way you carry self, proud, yet delicate. There is light in your eye.”

“Oh.” Ilyra smiled, looking down. Sharma swam up behind her and began rubbing soap into Ilyra’s hair. Ilyra remained still under the woman’s ministrations. She pressed a hand to Ilyra’s shoulder so that she could duck low and wash the soap from her hair.

Once she was clean, they moved to a cropping of rocks where Sharma rubbed some oil into Ilyra’s hair to keep it shiny and healthy before she re-braided it. As she worked, Sharma explained to Ilyra what would be expected of her as Tagor’s mate.

“You must always be ready. Most important.”

“Ready? For what?” Ilyra wondered. Sharma gave her a very distinct look and Ilyra blushed fiercely. “Oh…that.”

“Yes. Njada men are sexual creatures, always wanting their women at any given time. It proves to the others that they have vitality.”

“Hmm.” Ilyra hummed.

“You have right to say no. Njada warriors tend to bend to their women’s wills on certain matters. Mates are equals. Not one-sided.”

“I understand.”

“Njada males may not claim mated women for their own. It is considered an act of treason. Njada male come to you, not Tagor, you tell immediately. No hiding. No running. Tagor not like mate to be sniffed after like dog.”

Ilyra had wondered about that. When they had first arrived, she had caught one of the men looking at her appraisingly from her peripheral and it made her feel very uncomfortable. She had put it out of her mind for a time, but Sharma’s words brought it back. She nodded in understanding.

Sharma finished braiding Ilyra’s hair before she helped the elf dry the rest of her body. Then they moved toward their dirty clothing to wash them before the dressed, chatting more about Ilyra’s new life with Tagor and the Njada.

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

February 02, 2014 06:24AM

Basalt Falls – Njada Lands

As Sharma and IIyra washed their clothes and chatted about life in the Njada lands, there was someone watching and had been the entire time. Marmut; Tagor’s blood brother who had seen the beautiful Winter elf arrive found himself captivated and definitely wanted what he believed to be owed. He licked his lips in anticipation, and when he saw the women hunched down and scrubbing on the rocks, he thought it was the perfect time to make his move. Rising up to full height, he broke the code, and ventured into the sacred women’s bathing spot. His footsteps did not go unnoticed, as the leaf litter below his naked feet crunched loudly. Sharma turned around, half shocked to see Marmut there, walking towards them

“You are forbidden, Marmut. This is women’s falls.” Sharma pushed herself up and then saw the lustful gleam in his eyes, directed at IIyra. The split second she knew exactly what his intent was, and she was not about to stand for it. Bravely, she stood in front of IIyra to shield her as Marmut spoke gruffly.

“Tagor bring back woman. Marmut has rights.” this is what Marmut believed according to the past trips to the slave markets. He had no idea that things had changed. Sharma gasped and shook her head, holding up her hands in protest.

“Master Tagor…mated Illyra. She is Njada, you cannot touch.” Sharma was truly putting herself in danger now, as the Njada tribesman grew fierce, his face like thunder as his hands balled into fists.

“Slave no talk to Marmut like Njada!” He then drew back his right arm, and smashed Sharma in the face, knocking her off her feet and sending her flying back, tripping on a rock and then landing with a splash in the waters. Sneering at the fallen slave, he then turned his attentions to IIyra and commanded;

“ALL FOURS…NOW!”

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LadyBelz

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

February 02, 2014 06:50AM

Ilyra was enjoying Sharma’s company and teachings, feeling better about the new life she was about to undertake when there was the crunch of leaves behind them. Thinking it was another of the village women come to join them, they turned, Ilyra with a greeting on the edge of her tongue. Both paused when they saw the man who stood there. It wasthe man who had been eyeing Ilyra when they’d first arrived.

Something about him screamed danger and it was confirmed a moment later when Sharma stated that he was not welcome.

“Tagor bring back woman. Marmut has rights.” he growled. Ilyra’s eyes went wide. After what Sharma had just explained to her, she knew exactly what he was here for and she became frightened. Sharma stood in front of her and scowled at Marmut, letting him know that Ilyra wasn’t a slave, but Tagor’s mate.

That didn’t seem to matter to Marmut, who grew enraged that Sharma would dare speak to him as such. He drew back his large fist and smashed Sharma in the face, sending the poor woman splashing into the water, where she floated and did not move.

Shivering in fright, Ilyra watched all this as Marmut turned toward her.

“ALL FOURS…NOW!!

Ilyra gulped and shook her head, concerned for Sharma, herself and the life of her unborn child.

“No. You will not touch me. I am not yours to command.” she stated, backing away slowly, into the water and toward Sharma’s unconcious form. She needed to put some space between herself and Marmut. Her magic, sensing her distress, began to tingle beneath her fingertips. It had been a very long time since she had used it and she didn’t know if she would be strong enough to do so. But she had to try.

She dipped her left hand into the water as she used her right to keep Sharma’s head above the waves so she wouldn’t drown in her unconcious state. Coldness surrounded her fingers and she flexed them as the magic within her slowly began to build.

If Marmut made to step toward her, she would use the waters of the falls to build a barrier of ice between the two women and the rampaging, horny Njada.

“Tagor…I need you!” she prayed, not knowing how long her magic would react to the threat.

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CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

February 02, 2014 07:15AM

The Njada lands – Village

Jamai was coming back from tending to the horses, when he saw one of Marmut’s slaves appear out from his tent. She was beaten and bleeding, and as the air hit her she collapsed on the ground. Jamai and a few of the nearby slaves raced to her aid, and on reaching her, Jamai pulled the girl’s head onto his lap, as he sang out for the Njada medicine woman for aid. The woman was hiccuping up blood, from internal injuries, and Jamai asked…begged..

“Who did this, Kaleaf?’

With a trembling body, her head jerked as another spasm gripped her.“Mar…Marmut…he…no…want…Kaleaf. Want…Togar..slave.” As the last word came out, the medicine woman arrived, only to see the slave girl stare into space, her body finally succumbing to death. The women surrounding Kaleaf and Jamai started wailing, as the Medicine woman started to speak rapidly in tongues. Marmut had killed his slave, so he could replace her with IIyra. Jamai laid Kalaef on the ground, as he used his fingers to close her eyes for the last time. If Marmut was prepared to do this, to get IIyra, what chance did a woman who was with IIyra stand. Immediately he realized that Sharma and IIyra were both in danger. He jumped to his feet and raced for Tagor’s tent, leaving behind the sobbing group of women around Kaleaf.

Reaching the tent, he didn’t bother to stop and call out, running in only to see it was empty. He did a mad search around the tent for clues to where the women would be and saw that the wash basket was gone.

“The falls!” His voice rang out and as he left the tent, Tagor was heading towards him. Tagor looked at him sternly, as Jamai appeared panic stricken. Would Marmut break the very rites of the women’s bathe spot? Looking over at the howling slaves, he knew the answer. He stared up at the hulking Njada and told him what he thought.

“Marmut kill his slave. He has gone after IIyra.”

“WHAT?!” Tagor thundered, enraged at the very notion another man, let alone his brother would dare so much as look at her. He then remembered the tradition and realized that Marmut thought he had the right. The large Njada looked about, then asked.

“Where is IIyra?”

Jamai already knew. “The falls. Washing.”

Without a moment to spare, the two men both dashed into the forest and raced to get to IIyra and Sharma, before it was too late.

Basalt Falls – Njada Lands

Sharma was unconscious in the waters, only being kept alive by IIyra holding her head up. the angered Njada; Marmut was being kept back by the ice barrier, but he had started to smash at it with his fists, determined to have what he wanted. As he pounded away at the ice slab, he didn’t hear the sound of Tagor and Jamai racing up behind him.

“MARMUT…BROTHER YOU GET AWAY FROM MY WOMAN!”

Marmut spun around and there he saw the two men, and one of which was a seething Tagor, whose very veins were sticking out on his neck. Marmut spat at him. “Marmut has rights!” Jamai then bellowed. “Marmut killed own slave…to have IIyra. Marmut has NO rights to mate of Tagor.” Marmut withdrew a large dagger from his sheath, crazed by his need to rut with the Winter elf. He slashed at Tagor in defiance, but Tagor was faster, seizing Marmut’s wrist as the slash missed, and then broke Marmut’s arm in a fit of rage that was explosive. The very bone broke free through his flesh, and this sent Marmut crashing to his knees. Marmut screamed in agony, as Tagor took up the dagger, and then in one fitting blow, he slashed his own brother’s throat. Blood poured out of the wound, as Marmut gasped, and then collapsed on the grassy moss rocks, dead.

Jamai who was partially in shock, could see Sharma floating in the waters, and raced into the water to drag her out, as Tagor dropped the dagger, and walked to his woman, stepping over the broken pieces of ice. He went into the water, and then….he knelt down and placed his forehead to her belly, wrapping his powerful arms around her.

“Tagor…. kill for you.”

And he had.

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LadyBelz

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]

February 02, 2014 08:42AM

Ilyra’s hand was beginning to tremble and it wasn’t long before Marmut began to smash through the barrier of ice that she had built before them. She could feel herself weakening as her magic struggled to stabilize. But it had been so long since it was used.

Marmut’s roar of rage echoed all around as he finally smashed the last bits of the barrier away. Ilyra dropped her hand, trembling all over as she struggled with Sharma in her arms. He made to move toward her, ready to take what he thought was his when Tagor’s shout made him turn around.

“MARMUT…BROTHER YOU GET AWAY FROM MY WOMAN!” he roared.

Snarling, Marmut demanded what was his by right to which Tagor stated that Marmut had no right to covet another man’s mate. Marmut had broken several of their village’s laws and Tagor, as their leader, had every right to do what happened next.

Ilyra screamed when Marmut withdrew a curved dagger and made for Tagor with it. If he could kill his own brother, he would have what he long desired…control of the people and a beautiful woman to go along with that.

But there was a problem with that plan. He underestimated Tagor’s fierce determination to protect his mate and unborn child. As he slashed at the clan leader, and missed, Tagor took opportunity by the throat and grabbed at Marmut, snapping his arm and sending the broken bone piercing through the skin. Screaming in agony, Marmut fell to his knees, cradling his arm as he glared at his brother. Tagor grabbed the dagger and in one swipe across Marmut’s throat, sent the man to meet his death.

As the body collapsed to the ground, Tagor was splashing toward Ilyra, who was trembling from head to toe at what nearly happened. Granted, she was used to being raped…but the ferocity Marmut displayed toward her scared her to death. Jamai tended to Sharma, who was slowly coming around as Tagor, knelt before Ilyra, pressing his cheek to her stomach, wrapping his arms around her.

She took comfort in his strength, wrapping trembling arms around his head and pressing a cheek to his hair.

“Tagor…kill for you.” he stated. 4 words that meant so much to the elven woman. In a short amount of time, Tagor had come to mean so much to her, and she to him if his actions previously were anything to go by.

“Ilyra thankful to Tagor for his honor and protection.” she whispered, her trembling slowly subsiding as her mate held her close. She pressed her hands to his cheeks, so to get him to look at her. When he did so, she placed a warm and gentle kiss to his forehead.

Sharma, who was leaning against Jamai, a bruise forming at her eye and temple, stared at the two of them.

“Ilyra good for Master. Both shall be happy.” she whispered. Jamai couldn’t agree more.

 

Supernatural – The Human Realm (9) Mirari: The Forest of Ashes (RM)

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CharlotteCarrendar

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January 09, 2014 08:59PM

Vincen’t Manion

~Cry no more, My Brother~

(All along I have played you. Now…the final card is being dealt.)

The lights of the ancient mansion flickered, as the guests all hushed. Something eerie was happening, as each of the massive arch windows shuddered and shook. A low and evil groan as though the house itself was being shaken, like an earth quake. The guests all looked amongest them as if they were lost as to the reason the building was quaking.

Vincent stopped where he stood, as flakes of ceiling plaster rained down and the glasses and crockery on a banquet table all shuddered and shook, some glasses exploding, as a high pitch whistle rang out.

The sudden roar of cars, motorcycles….by the hundreds, and car head lights illuminated the outside of the building. The flashes of light terrified the three hundred odd guests, who all started to run for the nearest exit – the main double doors.

Vincent threw up his hands and roared at them.

“STAY WHERE YOU ARE!”

But trying to stop the wave of panic that now descended upon the vampires was near impossible, as all the windows in the grand ballroom were blown open, and a wave of Shane and Carmen’s followers all started to pour in. The double doors were smashed down from the outside, and the twins barreled in, looking for Carmen through the throng. Vampires armed with axes and blades started to massacre the followers of Vincent, blood letting on a scale unmatched, and in the midst of it, the lost boys finally arrived.

Shane and David.

Unbeknownst to all, they were blood brothers. Real Brothers. The final secret was about to be revealed, as David sneered wearing his traditional black long coat, hair done to perfection in that 80’s style mullet, while his brother Shane came in wearing his regal Master’s clothing. Heads were being severed, and were rolling on the floor, as the army of Shane and David was far greater than that of Vincent’s drunken horde. Screams and crying out as the two walked towards Vincent, who was backing up seeing them reunited.

“No…Not this time. Shane. I have her now, she is mine…MINE!” He glared at David, who was busy lighting a cigarette calmly, smirking at the situation. “You hate Shane. Remember, he betrayed you!” David shrugged and then took a drag of his cigarette and blew out up at the roof before saying in reply. “Yeah, er…sorry, that was a set up. Heh, and it worked. Got your trust though, didn’t it?’

David winked at Carmen, as Shane stepped forward and asked;

“Is she really, Vinnie? Is she truly yours?” He smirked, watching Carmen out of the corner of her eye and then focused back on Vincent.

“You might want to check on that.”

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CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: The Human World [rp]

January 09, 2014 09:23PM

Isabella’s ManorThe limo pulls up in the pouring rain with the driver remaining seated. The windscreen wipers continue to beat back and forth as the large underground car park roller door starts to go up automatically. Slowly the limo starts to roll down into the underground car park, the red lights of the brakes then disappear into the darkness as the roller door slowly lowers sealing Jason’s fate.

In the back seat, Isabella pulls her breast away from Jason’s lips and then bends her head to his neck and is slowly licking closed her bite marks, as the bullet wounds in his back spit out the bullets that were lodged in his body. The wounds start to close as his heart…stops. He is undead.

Isabella eases back and caresses his cheek gently. Her new sire is a handsome one. Rugged and in a way distinguished. Without letting her eyes leave his gaze, she says out loud to her driver.

“I like this one.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Prepare his room, and then meet me in the observatory.”

The driver nods, stepping out of the car, only to open her door for her first. Isabella slides off her new charge and then exits the car, not bothering to wait, as she glides up to the stairs, that led up to the main house. Luther stands and watches for Jason to emerge.

“Get a move on. Mistress does not like to be kept waiting.”

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SoraCarrendar

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Re: The Human World [rp]

January 09, 2014 09:37PM

Isabella’s homeJason raised a brow and shrugged slowly as he watched Isabella depart before righting himself and stepping out of the limo to dart off after his Mistress before catching up with her in a matter of moments. Slowly Jason would come to a stop before walking slightly behind Isabella though he remained silent for the time being as he tried to marshal his thoughts and silence the dozens of questions within his head. His uniform had been ruined that much was clear though he offered a silent shrug before turning his gaze upon Isabella’s form while finally mustering the will to speak. “Please don’t take this the wrong way but what have you done to me and who are you?” Jason would ask in a slightly worried tone as he had never been one to believe in the supernatural. As he waited for the response to his questions he would look about his new surroundings taking immediate stock of the situation. If anything Jason was genuinely intrigued as to who this women was and what she was though he was sure all would come to he known in due time. Jason’s muscular body flexed and strained with his even paced walking though it was clear he was still regaining his strength at this given point. Although that didn’t mean he was capable of defending himself should he need to. The Persian gulf war veteran would then reach down to his left hip and smile slightly noting his pistol was the holster where he had placed it before crumpling against the steering wheel of his cruiser. Oh yes he felt good even though he had not an idea what he was yet even though his thoughts began to turn to Amelia and how she would react to what had happened to him if he ever was able to get word to her.

LadyBelz

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Re: The Human World [rp]

January 09, 2014 10:01PM

Vincent’s Grand Ballroom

As the lights began to flicker, everyone began to look around in fright, wondering what the hell was going on. The windows began to vibrate with little tinkling sounds as the panes of glass rattled in their frames. The mansion shuddered and groaned around them, shaking dust and plaster from the ceiling.

The chandeliers rattled and quaked, the crystals within them banging against each other in a God-awful racket.

One of the chandeliers broke away from the ceiling, shattering across the floor and sending glass shards flying everywhere, impaling a couple of vampires who were standing too close for comfort and sending their bodies into the dust.

The roar of motorcycles and cars erupted outside the mansion and lights from dozens upon dozens of headlights illuminated the room in its glow. Nervous and scared, nearly 300 vampires made a break for the nearest exist – the main doors at the other end of the hall.

“STAY WHERE YOU ARE!” Vincent roared, to no avail. It was like trying to stop a stampede of wild buffalo. Not a chance in hell.

Carmen, a smirk on her face, ducked into an alcove, just as all the windows exploded inward.

Vampires, belonging to both Shane and David poured in through the windows, most of them carrying weapons and began decapitating Vincent’s cadre of vampires left and right, flashes of light from vampires disintegrating blinking in and out around the room.

Carmen spotted the twins looking around for her and immediately went to their side, the two of them standing in front of her as her faithful guards. Dyna and Booker even joined the fray, Booker transforming into his Werewolf form and howling with the lust for vampire blood. With the twins as her protectors, she knew she was in good hands.

Vincent was backing away from everyone, shock written all over his face.

“No…Not this time. Shane. I have her now, she is mine…MINE!” he roared, snarling in anger at Shane. He looked at David.“You hate Shane. Remember, he betrayed you!”

David shrugged, looking at Shane before blowing out the drag he’d taken from his cig.

“Yeah, er…sorry, that was a set up. Heh, and it worked. Got your trust though, didn’t it?” David threw Carmen a wink and she tried her damnedest not to smirk. Shane stepped forward, eying Vincent with contempt.

“Is she really, Vinnie? Is she truly yours?” Shane asked, glancing quickly at Carmen. She stepped away from the protective guard of her twins and moved to Shane’s side. She wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck and pulled him into a scorching kiss, that was hot enough to blast a hole in the wall. With a delightful moan, she drew back from him, licking her lips as if savoring the taste of him upon her lips. She moved her arms from around his neck to around his waist as Shane looked at Vincent, that familiar Hollywood grin on his face.

“You might want to check on that.”

If it were possible to kill people with a look, Vincent managed it really well. Carmen withdrew herself from Shane’s arms and slowly approached Vincent, fingering the vial in her pocket.

“You know…I had every intention of letting you walk away from this…knowing that you were beaten at your own game. But you made a mistake…” Carmen stated, withdrawing the vial from her pocket. Faster than humanly possible, she was at his throat, shoving him to the ground, the vial popped open and ready. “You killed my mother! And for that, you fucking die!” she snarled, rapidly shifting into her vampire form. The vial came down and smashed against Vincent’s face, the poisoned blood acting quickly as his skin began to bubble. For good measure, she leaned in and ripped out his throat with her teeth, spitting away his foul flesh before backing away from the smoking and dying vampire at her feet. She wiped the blood from her mouth as she returned to Shane’s side.

CharlotteCarrendar

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January 09, 2014 10:21PM

Vincent’s Grand Ballroom“FATHER!”

The cry came from the back of the room. The only one that truly loved Vincent was still standing, though she had suffered a brutal attack from Carmen earlier on. She crawled across the floor, to where his shocking remains lay. He was in the final moments, twisting and jerking; his black blood seeping out of his ruined body creating a black pool all around him. She reached for what was left of his head and cradled it, as disgusting as it was. Bridgette sobbed as she rocked back and forth, then her tears stopped as she slowly raised her head, laying the head of Vincent on the ground. She pushed herself to standing, and started to laugh. It was the laughter of someone that had completely lost her mind. All around, were the remains of nearly all of Vincent’s followers and she was the only one left.

“Does Shane know of how you sacrificed Matt and Sarah? Huh? You would give up anyone just to be the Queen. One day she will betray you too, Shane!….All of you!” she shouted to the remaining Vampire army.

“There is only one Queen of the night…Only one! And she is….”

Suddenly there was a massive gun shot fired, and it blew a hole into the skull of Bridgette, the entire back section of her skull being blown away. Bits of brain and black blood poured out of the opening, as she slowly collapsed upon her “Father” Vincent.

The whole room turned to see who fired the shot.

Blowing the barrel of her revolver, Marissa smiled at everyone.

“Sorry I’m late….I like to make an entrance.”

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CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: The Human World [rp]

January 09, 2014 10:37PM

Isabella’s Manor“Please don’t take this the wrong way but what have you done to me and who are you?” 

Isabella was not used to having her sires ask her such things, and she looked at him coolly and then said. “I saved you…sort of.” She offered a wry grin, and then continued. “You were about thissssss close to death.” she pinched her finger tips together to illustrate the point, and then shrugged her shoulders. “I came along at just the right time, and took you home with me. I fed from you, and you * she brushed her body against his, sensually.* “…fed from me. Now you have my blood in your veins, and you are…not dead. You’re…just not alive either.”

She stopped just outside his new room, which Luther had quickly prepared.

“This is your new home. You are to remain here, the rest of your nights till the end of time.”

Luther gave Jason a fierce look, before he trudged off to his own room, leaving Isabella and Jason alone.

“I’m yours, Jason…just as you are mine. I will be in your dreams, and your nightmares. You will lust for me, and I for you.” Isabella licked his chin before sealing his lips with a hungered kiss. She pulled away licking her lips.

“Your life before you met me, is now over. To the rest of the world, you are dead. But we know better. You…are now Vampire.” She said, grinning broadly, waiting for the realization to hit him.

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LadyBelz

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Re: The Human World [rp]

January 09, 2014 10:44PM

Aftermath…Watching Bridgette cry over Vincent’s disintigrating body was a strange sight. Carmen looked at Shane, trying to gauge his reaction but his eyes were on his daughter. It was a sad sight to witness.

The distraught young woman gained her feet ranting at all within hearing that Carmen allowed Matt and Sarah to be killed, that one day Carmen would betray Shane and everyone else in the room, before the report of a gunshot echoed in the near-silence. Bridgette’s skull exploded backwards, splattering black icor and bits of brain everywhere as she slowly collapsed upon her “father”.

All eyes turned to see Marissa standing in the doorway, blowing at the smoke from the barrel of her revolver.

“Sorry I’m late….I like to make an entrance.” she grinned. Carmen ignored her in favor of looking at Shane, who was still staring at his daughter…now dead. She slowly reached out to touch his arm, hoping he wouldn’t throw her off.

“Shane?” she murmured, stepping into his line of sight, blocking his view to force him to look at her. “Baby? You know it had to be done, right?” she questioned. “There was no hope for her…she was brainwashed so thoroughly.” she stated. But Shane was unresponsive. With a sigh, she stepped back and looked at the twins, Dyna and Booker, who was still in his wolf form. “Let’s go outside…give him some time alone.” She could feel Shane’s pain and it nearly knocked her off her feet. But she would wait for him to come to her, just as she’s always done.

She and the others were unaware…that this fight was long over…but the war was just beginning…

CharlotteCarrendar

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January 09, 2014 10:57PM

Aftermath

~The Rose~

The child that Bridgette had been long before she was lost to Shane was a beautiful child. A flower, blossoming and sweet. Such innocence was what Shane had in his memories. The nights he sat up reading her bed time stories, the days of summer fishing on the lake, the winter nights roasting marsh mellows. Sack races, corn dogs at the fair….all the moments of a father and daughter. As Shane stood there, seeing his daughter’s blooded body now strewn across that of Vincent, it was the end of yet another chapter.

Carmen appeared in front of Shane, and tried to speak to him, to get through the haze that he was feeling. He had won back his Queen, but in the end, he lost his Princess….his rose.

“Baby? You know it had to be done, right?” she questioned. “There was no hope for her…she was brainwashed so thoroughly.”

Shane was unresponsive, as the others all left, and as Shane stood alone. But he was not alone. David came up by his side, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“She was an amazing kid once. She’s free now. Not tortured anymore of who is right, who is wrong.” he looked to his brother, who was tearful, and said. “She’ll always be your little girl”

That said, the two brothers walked out of the ball room. Leaving behind the shattered remains of Vincent’s coven.

In a gilded frame, high above the throne, there was a painting. A portrait. The Queen.

“Isabella.”

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LadyBelz

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Re: The Human World [rp]

January 09, 2014 11:31PM

Shane’s House – BedroomThe next evening…

As the sun set below the horizon, Carmen was the first to wake, as usual. It took her a moment to get oriented, memories of the night before flooding her mind. It had been an emotional evening for everyone involved in last night’s battle and when Shane finally emerged from the mansion, Carmen had seen the tears drying upon his cheeks. She went to his side immediately and embraced him in a loving hug, unsure if her actions would even be appreciated.

They had returned home, leaving David and the remainder of his crew to set fire to the mansion to burn any evidence away that would trace back to them.

Carmen had taken charge of the house once again, handing out orders to her own coven as she took Shane to their room and put him to bed. He had still been in a state of shock as the sun finally pulled them into sleep.

She used her arm to prop her head up, staring down at Shane’s face as he continued to sleep, her hand resting upon his chest, her thumb rubbing across his skin in comfort. She wanted her face to be the first thing he saw when he finally opened his eyes. She wanted him to know that no matter what, she was with him, would not leave him, would not abandon him or betray him. He would come to learn that her word was her bond and she had never broken it once.

CharlotteCarrendar

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January 09, 2014 11:42PM

Shane’s House – BedroomShane was slow to wake from his slumber. Perhaps still exhausted from the night before, that and he had not feed. His opening eyes would see Carmen staring at him, with her hand rested upon his chest. Clearly, she had woken up long before him, and he stretched beneath her, finally stopping to place both arms around her. He wanted to say something, but the words stopped before parting from his lips. He could see in her eyes the worry. Last night saw the deaths of the man that terrorized them, along with his daughter, Matt, and Sarah as well as countless other Vincent followers.

“Is it over?” He asked simply.

He knew he himself had a lot to explain. Like that of his brother David. The reasons for keeping their brotherhood a secret. That would come of course, but they would have to mourn people like Mary, and then thank Dyna and Booker for everything they did for them. Shane’s brow creased slightly, before he brought Carmen down for a kiss, which was not so much sexual, but more reassuring. The risks involved in making Vincent vulnerable were great. There was a high chance they could have lost each other, but they didn’t.

“Are you alright, love?”

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LadyBelz

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January 10, 2014 12:07AM

Shane’s BedroomFinally, movement and Shane slowly opened his eyes, his blues unfocused as he woke. He caught his wife’s gaze as she stared down at him, her brown eyes staring at him with some concern. He stretched his tired limbs before wrapping his arms around her. He wanted to say something but the words seemed to freeze in his throat.

“Is it over?” he finally asked.

“For now.” she replied, placing a hand against his cheek. His brow furrowed before he pulled her in for a kiss…a reaffirmation of their bond, that they were still together. They had taken a huge risk fighting Vincent on his home turf and several people had lost their lives; Mary, Sarah, Matt…Bridgette…

“Are you alright, love?” he asked as they drew apart. She gave him a tender smile.

“I should be asking you that, after what happened.” she stated. “We have some things to discuss, you and I. But first things first.” She took a nail and drew a cut across her neck. “You need to feed, baby. And I won’t take no for an answer.” she stated, her tone daring him to argue with her as she she straddled his body.

Shane’s House (14) – River Marked

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Annie Lennox, blood doll, Carmen, CharlotteCarrendar, feast, LadyBelz, murder, music, River marked, role play., Shane, torture, Vampire music, vampires

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: [RP] Shane’s House

October 13, 2013 12:23AM

Shane’s face was one etched with worry, waiting for her reply. Was she going to walk out, go take her friends and leave him with his three charges? The seconds seemed to drag on for ages, only she didn’t turn away. In fact, what she said, meant everything to him

“You won’t lose me, love. This I so swear.”

When she pressed her lips to his, he felt though time had stopped, his quiet moan was one of relief, and he held her to him, as though he didn’t want to let her go. Finally breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead to hers and uttered.

“United…we can do anything. But if he tears us apart, we’re finished.” Pulling back he stood there, and kept his promise to be up front with her, he just hated that it worked out this way.

“Uhm…we should go check on our guests.” Trying to bring them back to some sense of normal.

Pool side.

Already, Bianca was dipping her feet in the pool, and Jarvis was helping set up the bbq hotplate. Misty was on the phone again, probably to her boyfriend, and the setting looked…perfectly normal.

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LadyBelz

Re: [RP] Shane’s House

October 13, 2013 07:48AM

She felt him relax in her arms as he moaned into their kiss. She had never seen him this way. He was always so strong and untouchable. She was concerned, but she kept silent as she did her best to comfort him. He held her tightly, breaking this kiss and resting his forehead against her own.

“United…we can do anything. But if he tears us apart, we’re finished.”

“Then we simply won’t let him. Whatever he tries to do, know that I am on your side. You’ve given me so much and now I’d like to return the favor.” she smiled, clasping his hands within her own. “I will do what I can to help you, no matter what the result.” She kissed him once more, pouring every ounce of love and respect she had for him into it before she pulled away, breathless.

“Uhm…we should go check on our guests.” he murmured as the doorbell rang once more.

“That’s probably Mary.” she smiled softly, hugging him to let him know that they were ok. She took his hand in hers and lead them both from the room.

WatcherThorodan

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Re: [RP] Shane’s House

October 15, 2013 06:56PM

Downtown Derry At a local Hotel

Stephan had just arrived in town. HE had arranged for this to appear his day time residence and was trying to look up Caremn in the meantime. In any case he had his coffin on standby and had arranged a local who was quite well paid to guard his coffin while he slept should he be unsuccessful in making other arrangements in the meantime. He had just arrived and new before long he would have to meet the local rulers of the vampire world but for starters he would find Carmen. She had offered him a job and he truly had missed hanging with her. It been years since they had caused trouble together. The last time was the incident with the potato gun and that moron at the club who claimed he had a bigger tongue then Gene Simmons. Now that was a story. He laughed in spite of himself as he thought of how the car had blown up. HA, HA! those were the days. He grabbed his portable computer and began to check on gogle maps for the location and number to reach her. Dialing her by phone he called her and hoped she would answer, when she didnt answer by the third ring he decided he would head over to her residence.

As he made his way to where she was listed he noticed a few things, there was no car in the driveway and the lights were out. He left his card on her mailbox pinned and then headed back to the hotel hoping she might catch up with him later.

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: [RP] Shane’s House

October 16, 2013 12:06AM

Foyer

With music now playing, streaming through the internal house speakers, it would appear that the guests had already settled themselves in, and were enjoying the trappings of Shane’s house. Taking off his “kiss the cook” apron, he suddenly remembered there was one in the house that hadn’t been invited to the party, and that was of course, Brandi. As Carmen went off to answer the door, Shane whistled and headed on down stairs to the special cell room he had constructed to keep his “prizes” in. The click clack of his heels could be heard along the long corridor, till he came to the sound proofed door, where there was an electronic keypad, and a peep hole. Taking a look himself, it was clear from the blood splattered walls, that Carmen had been enjoying her new doll. Shane’s features suddenly became rather dark, as a sinful smile crept to his lips. He tapped in the code, and you could hear the unlocking of the door, as he pushed it open gently with his hand.

Seeing Brandi tied up, he simply gave away that carefree smile and wandered in, looking about the room, before asking;

“So, how’s life treating you, Brandi? Carmen giving you a good time?” He leaned against one of the only clean walls, and folded his arms, kicking back his right foot. “Having a party upstairs with a few friends, thought I would be….kind and check on you.”

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LadyBelz

Re: [RP] Shane’s House

October 16, 2013 07:10AM

Brandi had flinched in her restraints when the door had opened, thinking her tormentor had returned for another go at her. But when she heard Shane’s voice, hope flared in her chest and it could be seen in her eyes. He’d come to save her and let her resume her proper place at his side.

“Shane!” she whispered, throat sore from screaming. “Please…help me. She’s crazy! She’s going to kill you! Get me out of here and I can help you trap her, kill her, before she kills you.” she cajoled.

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: [RP] Shane’s House

October 16, 2013 07:18AM

Cell

The girl could barely speak, her throat so dry and her tongue swollen, so her words sounded odd at first. Brandi had to resort to speaking in a whisper, but the words she said were damning of his Carmen. He actually raised an eyebrow suspiciously, and kept his arms folded, as Brandi pulled on the restraints as hard as she could. Trying desperately to break free, and be in his arms again. Perhaps she thought it was safer with him, then the wild Carmen, but truth was, Shane was far darker than she could have possibly imagined.

“Please…help me. She’s crazy! She’s going to kill you! Get me out of here and I can help you trap her, kill her, before she kills you.” 

The wild ramblings of a girl that had lost far too much blood. Carmen? Crazy? Hardly seemed plausible. Shane checked his watch, and saw that he had time to play along with this game.

“Kill me? You really think so? Oh hun, you think by me letting you go, that you could help stop her?”

Shane pushed himself off the wall, lowering his arms and started to walk towards her slowly, menacingly.

“And, just how do you plan to trap her? Hmm? Use yourself as bait?” Shane asked, getting close enough for Brandi to smell Carmen on him. He reached out and ran his finger down the left side of her face, almost teasing the girl, but not letting her go.

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LadyBelz

Re: [RP] Shane’s House

October 16, 2013 07:31AM

Brandi saw him move closer and the hope flared brighter. “Yes…I can be bait…she dangerous…we could trap her here again…lock her up and never let her see the dark of night ever again.” She shivered under his touch, her body craving his as a starving man craves food. “Or we can chain her outdoors, let the sun do the rest. Please…hurry…before she comes back and sees you here.” she rattled her wrists in the handcuffs locking her to the bed.

Meanwhile…

Carmen had lead Mary into the kitchen to introduce her to Dyna and Tony and slowly began to explain the truth, the entire truth, to the three of them, including how she came to be living with Shane. She felt they deserved the honesty after being her friend for so long. Tony, of course, blew his top and wanted to stake Shane the first chance he got, but the three women managed to calm him down enough for Carmen to explain how they were bonded and that killing Shane would kill her…and she wouldn’t let him do that. “Why?” he demanded. “Because I happen to love the guy, you ass!” Carmen snapped back. That had calmed Tony down considerably. She then told them about the powerplay David was making to wrestle control of the clans from Shane and they all offered to help out. Sensing the crisis over, she sent them out to the pool for food and drinks and to chat with the other vamps, while she went in search of Shane.

She noticed the basement door was open and quietly headed down to see what was going on. She saw that Brandi’s cell door was open and heard her whispered pleas to be set free. She waited, out of view but within hearing range to see what would happen.

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: [RP] Shane’s House

October 16, 2013 07:45AM

Cell

Oh the renewed light of hope shone in Brandi’s eyes, as Shane’s finger tip graced her skin, gently going down to the nape of her neck. His face was getting closer, and his lips actually twitched, like you do before you feel the urge to laugh out loud. The rattling of the chains that had her pinned to the wall showing she was desperate, and would do anything to be set free from her incarceration.

“Or we can chain her outdoors, let the sun do the rest. Please…hurry…before she comes back and sees you here.” The ideas this girl had, so devious, that Shane rolled his bottom lip under his teeth, but in doing so, showed off his elongated fangs. He twirled a lock of her hair around one of his fingers, and then uttered his reply in a tone that was like a kindergarten teacher talking to a child;

“But….if we left her in the sun, she’d burn. I don’t think I like that idea.” The winding of her hair around his finger was tightening, and he released his lip, showing droplets of his own blood. His tongue darted out and then slowly licked it back up as he nuzzled his nose to hers, as though he was going to consider her request. His breath cool to her skin, but it would feel so good.

I have a confession.” Shane said in a whisper, as he drew his head back enough so she could watch his lips move, see the look in his eyes. “You see, I only keep blood dolls for so long, till I get bored, or…they do something stupid, like…heh, tell me that the love of my unlife wants to kill me. That…was a big mistake on your part.” Shane’s hand moved to grip around her neck, with his claws digging in deep enough to draw blood. The colour of his eyes changing to a liquid gold, as he showed that Hollywood smile. “You…like every other blood doll I have had….will die.”

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LadyBelz

Re: [RP] Shane’s House

October 16, 2013 07:58AM

Carmen couldn’t believe the twit was plotting her murder. She growled with rage and was about to storm into the room when she heard Shane speaking again.

“You see, I only keep blood dolls for so long, till I get bored, or…they do something stupid, like…heh, tell me that the love of my unlife wants to kill me. That…was a big mistake on your part…”You…like every other blood doll I have had….will die.”

She smirked and moved closer, peaking around the door jam to watch with undisguised glee.

“No! She’s corrupted you! You don’t want to kill me! This is all her fault! Shane! Please! Let me help you!” Brandi begged, twisting in her restraints as if the mere thought of it would set her free.

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: [RP] Shane’s House

October 16, 2013 08:12AM

Cell

Brandi was clearly shocked by what Shane was saying, and though he meant every word, she believed in her mind that Carmen had corrupted him…when really it was the other way around. Her shouting had him pull back slightly, almost having a comical expression to her face of terror. He removed his hand from her neck, again another gesture that showed maybe he might change his mind on killing her.

“No! She’s corrupted you! You don’t want to kill me! This is all her fault! Shane! Please! Let me help you!”

“Brandi…Brandi…Brandi.” Shane repeated her name over and over, in that rich accent of his, loving and feeding off the fear that was now taking hold of the room. He even inhaled deeply and let out a satisfied sigh. Then a dark laugh escaped his lips as he hovered over her, like a menacing ghoul.

“Every time..WE fucked…I was fucking her. Every waking moment, in my head…I am loving one woman. Carmen. She is my Queen…she is my night…she is the very blood in my veins. Yes, I sired her. I can see through her eyes, heh, even now.” Shane started to pant, like he was getting hungry, his face starting to change and contort from the handsome facade that all above had seen and know. His claws extended on his right hand, and her brought it to the thin fabric of her shapeless dress, and started to tear it back, revealing her naked torso beneath.

“All…you are, is a meal. One…I intend to share.”

Suddenly his clawed hand ripped her chest open, right down between her breasts, with her blood spilling out, as he turned his head towards the door. The face of a killer stared out, almost like he was no longer seeing for himself.

No matter how much Brandi struggled, she could not be freed from his vicious onslaught, while Shane whispered in a haunting sound to his mate.

“Come dine with me, my love.”

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Vacation Destination (4) – River Marked.

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CharlotteCarrendar, Erotica, kidnapping, LadyBelz, murder, River marked, thriller, vampires

 

LadyBelz

Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.

September 27, 2013 09:46AM

Carmen sat up, shocked, both at the news report and the apparition that appeared.

“Oh my god…” she breathed.

She wanted to cry. “I’m so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen.” Carmen sighed. She was going to have to go back, to face the demon once and for all, before he got to her first.

She had been deluding herself into thinking she could hide away, when he was doing everything in his power to draw her out.

But…

She suddenly began to laugh. “Oh that’s too perfect…but, would it be enough?” she thought to herself.

Tossing off the blanket, she took up the flashlight and headed down into the basement. It took her a moment to find what she needed. The black bag was in the far corner behind a barrel of pickles. She set it on top and opened it, rummaging around for what she needed. A cell phone. For emergencies.

She turned it on, satisfied that the battery was fully charged. She dialed the number from memory and placed the phone to her ear.

“D.A.’s office, how may I help you?” a female voice answered.

“This is Carmen Marquez. Put him on the phone.” she demanded.

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.

September 27, 2013 10:04AM

D.A’s Office

The woman who took the call, was Shane’ newest blood doll, a fiery red head who was oozing sex appeal, as she sat on the edge of Shane’s desk, and handed him the phone.

“It’s for you, baby. Carmen Marquez, she sounds angry.”

Shane gave her a growl of delight, before taking the phone and kicking back in his leather office chair.

“Well…I wondered when you would get the balls to call me, Lou. Seems I didn’t have to do that much to make you see how big a hole you have dug for yourself. Tell me…wasn’t I fabulous on the news? I am overwhelmed by the sympathy I am getting from your former colleagues. They even made a dart board with your wanted poster. Isn’t that fun?” He joked, while reaching for Donna and pulling her onto his lap. She obliged, and she started to paw and lick his neck, while grinding against his growing hardness. He was actually hard at the idea of pissing off Carmen this much.

“Mmm..fuck that feels good. Oh..where was I? Oh yeah, LOU…what do you want?” Shane said with a raspy tone.

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LadyBelz

Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.

September 27, 2013 10:11AM

“You and I have unfinished business.” she stated in no uncertain terms. “My question to you is…how badly do you want to end this? My name, my reputation, my job…my very life is in your hands at this moment. So if you want this to end, then I suggest we meet. I’m done hiding. I’m done arguing. If it’s a fight you want, then it’s a fight you’ll get. So bring it…darling…if you think your balls are bigger than mine.” she grinned. “And by the way…Louisa says hello and she hopes you burn in hell.”

And Carmen hung up the phone, hoping that would be enough.

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.

September 27, 2013 10:25AM

The sound of Carnen’s voice. The issue of the challenge, that they meet and finish this once and for all was so tantelizing and erotic that Shane was totally getting off on it. “My name, my reputation, my job…my very life is in your hands at this moment.” He had it…he had power and control over her pathetic life. That stuck up bitch that had not bowed down to him when she should have. Now, she was coming out in the open. Ready to face him. The more he listened, the harder his breathing became. “If it’s a fight you want, then it’s a fight you’ll get. So bring it…darling…if you think your balls are bigger than mine.”

Well right at this moment, they certainly felt bigger. Donna threw her head back and showed off her neck, as Shane ran a claw down it, while holding the phone to his ear with his other hand.

“Just a warning…I fight dirty.” He said with a grin, which had Donna gasp as he tightened his claws around her throat. His new blood doll was fairly new, but she got off on his rough treatment.

The last words Carmen said however…he didn’t like.

“Louisa says hello and she hopes you burn in hell.” 

At this, Shane growled down the mouth piece. “Don’t worry Lou…you’ll join her soon enough.”

The phone call over, he tossed the receiver across the room and picked up his new doll with one arm and planted her on the desk, as he leered at her. She looked up at him with a delicious grin, and planted her hands back, opening her legs, and tilting her head. So obedient and sexy. Just like how he liked them

Her cries of lust could be heard through the office walls, as he fed upon her, while fucking her senseless.

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LadyBelz

Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.

September 27, 2013 10:30AM

Phone call complete, all she had to do now was wait until he had her phone tracked. She looked over at her guns, thinking for a moment that she could probably use them, but decided not to.

This was something she had to do without mechanical aid.

And so, she waited, pulse racing, heart pounding in her chest.

She didn’t want to die, but neither would she allow him to use her to feed upon either.

The time to run, was long past.

LadyBelz

Re: [RP] Vacation Destination. new

September 27, 2013 07:14PM

The following post was a collaborated effort done over an almost 5-hour live session between myself, LadyBelz and Jules aka CharlotteCarrendar. The first part of this takes place at the cabin retreat, the second part takes place at Shane’s house. I will specify when the thread change occurred. WARNING: It does get violent and gory in places and there is some extreme adult content involved. If this kind of thing makes you uncomfortable, please skip reading this. This was not done on a whim. This was planned out through skype sessions over a period of two days. Please enjoy this growing story arc.

Cabin in the Woods, Somewhere in the Mountains of New Hampshire

With the detailed information dispatched by Johnathon to David of Carmen’s location, it soon would wind up on the desk of Shane, who was more than pleased to learn of her whereabouts. Talk about having a good team of detectives from the same branch of the police force as Carmen doing your bidding. Matt and David were ordered to ride up to the cabin, with Shane to follow them in a cadillac stretch, since he believed that he wanted to bring her home in style.

The morning after the vision and the phone call, there was a knock at the door, and there was Johnathon, ready to let her know that Shane was on his way.

*
Carmen knew this day would come. And it was now time to face the piper, so to speak. When there was the knock on her cabin door, she was more than ready. She opened the door and acknowledge the fact that Shane was on his way to her location. She took a deep breath and nodded, stepping out onto the porch to wait. She made herself comfortable on the steps watching two motorcycles and a stretch car pull into the drive. She got to her feet and crossed her arms, trying to keep her fear and nervousness from showing.

The power flowing through her body was just beneath her skin and ready to be used.

*

The two motorcycles pulled up side by side, as the tires of the stretch finally rolled to a stop. Johnathon looked over the railing, and then signaled a wave to David, who was the first to dismount his bike. Taking off his helmet, his shock of winter white hair, seemed flat from behind pushed down under his helmet. He wandered around and slapped Matt’s back, joking about what, was unclear. Matt looked up to see Carmen, and appeared perplexed. If she was a fugitive, why wasn’t she running?

The car door opened from the stretch, and Shane got out in his business suit along with the red haired blood doll, Donna, who had come to watch the spectacle. Johnathon, who was closest to Carmen, gestured for her to head down stairs, and get this underway.

*
Carmen glared at the man standing on her porch and didn’t move a muscle. This was her property, no one was going to tell her what to do. “Get off my porch.” she practically hissed. Not waiting to see if he moved, she looked at Shane. “Glad to see you made it. I see you brought company. Too chickenshit to handle me by yourself?” she smirked, poking the hornet’s nest a little more.

*

Shane burst out laughing at Carmen’s antics. Even now, she was still fighting. “Oh please, save us all from the terrible drone of your voice, be a pet and come down here.” He pointed at the ground, where he stood, while Donna leaned against the stretch and smirked. The two detectives watched on in silence, when Johnathon gave Carmen a light push in the right direction. “He said move.”

*

Quick as lightning, Carmen moved to grab Johnathon by his hand, taking a step to push him from the porch. “Don’t touch me.” she snapped. Moving under her own steam, she stepped off the porch and stood 10 feet away from the others. She had the forest at her back and the lake to her left. “So…what now?” she demanded, crossing her arms.

*

Watching her tackle the well sized Johnathon, Shane started to clap as she got down to the ground, but was a good ten feet away. With the forest to her back and the lake to her left, she had few options. Shane rubbed his hands together gleefully. “Well…I have told my ‘brothers’ here, just how good a dark fae tastes. And you know, when something is this good a vintage…I may well share.” At this Johnathon leapt off the balcony and cracked his neck, while Matt and David’s faces changed…dramatically. “You see…your blood is an aphrodisiac to the likes of us. Hell, its why I brought Donna along. One..big..happy family.” he said with a sick smile.

*

So that’s how he wanted to play it. Sick the dogs on her and then take the leftovers. She began to smirk. “You always were a bottom feeder, Shane. Now I see how you got to the top. Eating worms and maggots and fucking your little lapdogs until they bent to your will.” She laughed, a disturbing sound, something that would have scared little children into hiding under their beds. “Should I be scared? I mean, after all. They’re just a drop of piss in the toilet of this game.” She chuckled delightedly. Did he really think she was at a disadvantage with the geography around her? She knew this area like the back of her hand.

She took a step backwards, giving herself a little more distance. “Bring it, bitches.”

*

Shane didn’t like being made a fool of, and stepped away from the car, leaving Donna and walked past David and Matt without a word. “Yes…yes you should be scared, Lou. Cause right this moment, there is nothing I want more than to eat you.” At this he started to morph and change into a grotesque form, with large bat like wings. His face lost all of its handsome features and in truth the real vampire was hideous. His skin almost grey with black eyes and long fangs. He launched himself at her with astonishing speed, full front on, as he attempted to seize her breasts and push her to the ground.

*

Carmen watched on in shock as Shane stepped forward and transformed before her very eyes. She had her body turned slightly to the left and was poised to run at moment’s notice but running was the last thing on her mind as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing. “Damn! You are one ugly sonuvabitch!” she exclaimed. He launched himself at her with astonishing speed, but she was ready. With barely a thought, her hands erupted with a flash of electrokinetic energy, designed more as a distraction maneuver than as a deterrent. She didn’t look to see if anyone was hit, she turned heel and darted into the darkness of the woods behind her. If she could just get to the place she had marked off in her head, and old mine shaft that she had discovered and explored when she bought the land, she had a better chance of surviving this onslaught.

*

Shane was hit with the electrokinetic energy which blew him back, and he did a somersault in the air, before crashing to the ground in a heap. “BITCH!” he roared, seeing her then dart off into the darkness of the forest behind her. Snapping his head back, he bellowed at the other three. “FIRST ONE TO GET HER…GETS DIBS!” He flew off into the forest, weaving between the trees to find this woman, who was proving to be a handful.. David, Matt and Johanthon, all took off, running at speed, going in different directions to pick up her trail.

*

Carmen didn’t run far into the woods, going in so far until she was out of their line of sight and ducking down beneath a hollowed out log that blended in with the rest of the forest. She watched the 3 men run past, snapping, growling and snarling like a pack of hungry dogs and caught a glimpse of the ringmaster as he darted through the canopy overhead. “Just what I planned.” she thought to herself. Careful of loose twigs and leaves, she made her way around the back of the house, coming out on the other side of the driveway behind the vehicles. Donna was standing alone, her back to Carmen. With a glare, Carmen slipped a strand of silver wire from the sleeve of her jacket and wrapped it around her hands, creating a garrote. She slowly made her way toward Donna, raising the wire to be able to drop it over her head and around the redheaded woman’s neck.

*

Donna had been left behind, clearly the men didn’t think she would be in harms way, but oh how wrong they were. Before Donna could even think, a fine wire garrote was slipped over her head and around her neck. Scrambling, she tried to pull it away from her neck, but the more she struggled, the tighter it got. She let out a blood curdling scream, that would echo around the forests and bring all the vampires to a stop, Shane in particular. “DONNA!” he roared out, swooping around and racing back, only to see Donna struggling with Carmen. The bitch was trying to kill her.

*

Carmen twisted the garrote in her hands, using her strength to saw the wire back and forth across the woman’s neck. She was determined to slice the woman’s head off and was making some progress as the woman struggled in her arms. She saw Shane and she doubled her efforts. She wanted this woman dead, for no other reason than to really piss Shane off. She felt Donna’s struggles become weaker as the wire went deeper into the woman’s neck. “Just a little more!’ she grunted, whipping the wire faster.

*

And just a little more was all that was needed, as the wire severed the main arteries in Donna’s neck. Blood was spewing out, and raining down on the dirt driveway at her feet, as Donna’ body started to give way. At this, Shane burst out of the forest and saw what Carmen was doing. “Drop her!” Course, she would, but that was when Shane would attack head on. No more games.

*

Blood flowed as the decapitated head fell to the dirt. Carmen had little time to savor that small victory for Shane was upon her once more. She released another burst of electrokinetic energy as she ducked beneath his arms, running full tilt toward the forest once more. The time of playing was over. This was now a fight for survival…her own. So into the woods she ran, stripping her bloody jacket and the gloves she wore from her body and tossing them away so she couldn’t be tracked by the scent. She had to get to the mine shaft, especially since the winds were starting to pick up once more. She couldn’t afford to freeze out here, everything would be over before it had truly begun.

*

As she ran into the forest, David launched at her from side on, having been lurking behind an old tree stump and was ready for her return run to the safety of the forest. The force and power of the vampire is enough to take her off her feet, since she had already discharged two electrokinetic attacks, and would have trouble recharging so fast. If hit, she would be knocked to the ground, drenched in the blood of Donna, enough to make any Vampire heady.

*

So busy running from Shane and his rage, she did not see David until it was too late. He knocked her off her feet and she smashed, back first into a large tree. She landed hard, knocking the breath from her lungs for a moment. Thankfully her fae blood kept her from breaking serious bones, but having the breath knocked from her, was not something she could recover from too quickly. With a wheeze, she gained her feet, keeping a steady eye on David as he stood before her. “And here I thought you were one of the decent ones. Nice to know you’d let anything and anyone fuck your ass, pretty boy!” she hissed.

*

“You always were one with the nice compliments Car. That’s what I liked about you.” While David was talking, Matt was coming up behind Carmen, and he was holding a hypodermic syringe, that had been pulled from his jacket. He flickered his eyes at David, who kept on talking, slowly walking towards her. “You know, I never was really into women, couldn’t see the attraction myself. Weird ain’t it..must be all the nagging and shit. But, so long as you taste good.” He started laughing as Matt poised to strike her neck with the syringe.

*

“You’re so busy gagging for Shane, maybe you don’t need a woman.” Carmen chuckled, backing away slowly. She did not see or notice Matt coming up behind her. There was a sharp sting in her neck and she whirled around, shocked to see Matt holding the now-empty syringe. “Fuck me.” she groaned, realizing she’d been suckered. Drawing upon her reserves, she blasted a shot at Matt before she took off running once more. But the drug’s effects were slowing her considerably and she was pushing herself hard to get away from them. She was nearly one hundred feet from the mine shaft. Her vision began to blur but she kept on moving. She tripped over a loose branch and fell face first into the dirt. “Dammit. Come on, Carmen. Up and at em, girl.” she groaned, slapping herself back to reality. But it seemed as if her brain and body were no longer communicating. She struggled to move, managing to get an arm to cooperate. “Well shit.” she murmured before the drug took her away completely.

*

Matt was knocked off his feet, but David was pleased his rant worked, and he walked over and offered Matt his hand to help him up. “Are you really gay?” Matt asked, rubbing the back of his head. “Nah…just did that as a distraction…and hey it worked.” Both men laughed and then David asked about the syringe. “Oh this? Its enough to knock out a wild animal for about…20 minutes.” Shane finally appeared, and the three could hear Carmen up ahead, cursing and collapsing. “And there she goes.” Matt said. with David giving her a high fine.::

Up ahead, what they didn’t know was that Johnathon had reached her first. He scooped her up in his arms, and looked about, before running with her at speed into the mine shaft. Needless to say…Shane and the other two…didn’t see this.

*
Carmen awoke slowly, groggy and out-of-sorts. There was a disgusting taste in the back of her mouth, as if she had inhaled dirt. “Ugh. What the fuck?” she mumbled, trying to sit up and getting dizzy for her efforts. She bent her head over her knees, praying she wouldn’t throw up all over her shoes. Bits and pieces of memory flashed back into her head and she remembered killing the redhead and getting slapped into a tree by David and then pain. But after that, things were kind of blurry. She slowly brought her head up out of her knees, looking around to see she was in the mine shaft. “How did I get here?” she asked out loud, not remembering making it this far.

*

Johnathon was sitting perfectly still as he listened for the voices of the others, as they searched the area for traces of Carmen. Surprisingly they were coming up empty handed. “Where the fuck is she?!” Shane roared, now getting really annoyed by this. David and Matt were also confused. “But I heard her. She should be downed about here.” The three men continued to search for her, slowly moving away from the mine shaft, as Johnathon looked at Carmen. “Stay quiet.” he said, then got up and moved closer towards the entrance to see if it was safe.

*

Carmen was now seriously confused. “What the hell?” she thought as she watched Johnathon walk to the mine entrance to see if the coast was clear. “Who are you?” she whispered, having enough sense not to give away their location. But she remained alert all the same. “Why are you helping me?” Or was he keeping her close for his own purpose. If he thought he was getting a free meal, he had another thing coming.

*

The trio were now down on the other side of the lake looking, and this was the chance. He extended his hand towards her and said. “If you want to live…come now.” Would she take his hand?

*

Carmen stared at the man. “What? Who are you? I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me who the fuck you are?” she hissed. She was still too weak to use her powers, but she had a mean right hook and was prepared to fight with her fists if she needed to.

*

Johnathon stared back at Carmen, as she demanded to know who he was and why he was doing this. “She visited you last night, didn’t she? Well, she did the same to me, and told me you didn’t kill her.” What could this possibly mean? Johnathon reached for her hand again. “I’m Louisa’s brother.”

*

Carmen’s eyes grew as round as saucers. Her brother?! And he believes I didn’t kill her! Carmen was so relieved that someone believed her, she didn’t hesitate. She just needed to get away from here. She took his hand, but started to pull him in the opposite direction. “No, we can’t go that way. I’m sure they’ll be watching for me. There’s a back way out of here.” she told him.

*

Carmen obviously knew the mine shaft a lot better than he, and she had a point. They would be watching. Together, the two of them ran down further into the shaft, whereas out in the grounds around the house, the trio had arrived back where Donna’s headless body lay. Shane….was ropable. “Where is Johnathon?” he asked the other two. David shrugged, not really caring. “Probably fell down a hole.” Matt shook his head. “I didn’t see him.” Stepping over the dead body of Donna, he got into the limo and ordered the driver to take them back to town. “You two…back to Haven. Something fishy’s going on here.” The trio then left, with only Johnathon’s Jeep down by the lake, and the dead body of Donna up near the cabin.

*

Carmen lead them to a large metal door. “Help me with this.” she requested, wrapping her hands around the handle. Together they tugged the heavy door open and Carmen stepped out first. She smiled as she stepped into the basement of the cabin. She did a little happy dance before she turned to help Jonathon shut the door once more. She went up the stairs, looking around for any signs of the others before climbing out. She heard the roar of motorcycles and crawled to the front door, peeking through the blinds as she watched all the vehicles head back down the drive. All that remained was a single jeep and a headless body. She waited a few minutes to make sure they wouldn’t turn around and come back before she got to her feet, breathing a sigh of relief. Round 1 of this war went to Carmen.

*

Johnathon helped Carmen with the door, and then he realized they were right back where they started in the cabin that she owned. He listened closely and heard the sounds of the bikes and the limo pulling away. Giving up so easy? Clearly they had been spooked by something. Either way, they left behind the beheaded body of Donna, and that would need to be disposed of. For a few minutes it was tense for both of them….then sure enough, the coast was clear. Carmen avoided the clutches of Shane….but for how long?

*

“He won’t give up until he has me.” Carmen sighed, staring out the window at nothing in particular. “I’ve directly, or indirectly been the cause of two deaths now and he’s not going to be satisfied until I’m on my knees, serving his needs, whether willingly or not. And I would never willingly belong to him.” She turned to face Johnathon. “I’m sorry about your sister. She was a good person. She saved my life.”

*

“If there is anyone to blame about my sister’s death…its me.” Johnathon said, looking down at the floor. “I introduced her to Shane. He’s not my Sire…but, when my sister met him, she fell madly in love with him. I could have stopped it, but she said she was happy.” Johnathon lamented. He swallowed, and then paused, looking at Carmen with a serious expression. “You say….he won’t give up….and that he won’t be satisfied till you are on your knees. I…” Johnathon stopped and looked away for a second. “I can make it so that…he wouldn’t be able to touch you…..and…you would be more powerful to stop him if he tried.”

*

Carmen frowned. “How?” she was curious enough to wonder, but not gullible enough to believe him. She was born a dark fae and had reached her magical maturity when she was only 12 years old. She had power enough. But she would hear him out…for now. “Explain this to me.” she demanded, opening the door and stepping onto the front porch. She went down to collect the head still bleeding in the driveway. She would take both and burn them in the incinerator at the back of the garage. She waited for his explanation while she worked, removing all traces that the woman vamp was even there.

*

“Simply…if I turn you. He would never be able to touch you again”

*

Carmen stared at him as if he were crazy. “Are you nuts? Why would I do that? I cannot just give up my heritage like that!” That was just madness. “No. I’m sorry, but I will take my chances with what I already have.”

*

Johnathon shrugged. He had tried. “Good luck then.” he said, and simply ambled out the door, heading back down to his jeep, and started to pack up his supplies and tent.

*

Carmen watched him go, amazed he would offer such a thing. But she just didn’t want to give up who she was at he bite of a vampire. She may not have known who her parents were, but she would treasure the fact that they gave her life and a chance at life for the remainder of her days. To give that up…it would shame the small memories she had of them. “I’m sorry.” she whispered into the air, her voice carrying across the lake to where he was packing his things.

She turned to go back inside the house. She had a feeling that Shane wouldn’t be deterred for long and she needed to be on the move before he realized what had happened.

Or was it already too late?

*

Down at the campsite, Johnathon was winding up the support ropes, and then packing away his tent, walking his gear back to the jeep and loading it up slowly. He heard the whisper of Carmen, and looked back up at the house. Her pride in her creed….was going to be the end of her…With all his belongings packed away, he doused the coals and then got into his jeep and drove back to his home.

*

It was now a race against time. Against fate. She ran about the house, packing her belongings, making sure the gas, water, power and heat were turned off, unplugging the generator (which still needed replacing) and packing away the last of the dried food supplies into the basement. It was pitch black outside as she re-hid the key to the house and made her way to the garage with her things. She’d forgotten about the padlock she had on the garage door. “Shit.” she muttered. “Keys? Where did I put those keys?” she hissed, searching her pockets. No keys. She dropped her bags to the ground and frantically began searching for the keys for the garage. She found them stuffed inside a pair of jeans and yanked them out with a cry of triumph. Tossing her things back into her bags, she then had to search for the correct key for the padlock, but it was hard to do with no light. The keys slipped through her sweaty palms and fell to the ground with a jangle of sound. “Dammit!” she swore, crawling to the ground to feel around for them.

*

In the Limo, Shane….was livid. That was two blood dolls he had lost to Carmen, and possibly Johnathon. Brooding, he thought to himself. When he did find her….he was going to make her life…a living hell.

*

She finally got her hands on the keys to the garage and had to go by feel alone to locate the correct one. She inserted it into the lock and the clasp sprung open. She pulled the lock and chain off the handles and opened the garage doors wide. Tossing her bags into the Jeep, she went around and climbed in, jamming the key into the ignition. Starting her up, she backed out, not even daring to turn on the headlights just yet. She climbed back out and closed the garage, replacing the chain and padlock. Satisfied, she got back into the Jeep, turning around to face the driveway. She flipped on the headlights and screamed with surprise and no small amount of fear.

*
Johnathon had arrived back at his cabin, and headed slowly up the stairs, to where his young daughter was standing on the top landing. “What happened, Daddy?” Johnathon scooped up his daughter and held her tight to him, stroking her hair softly as he carried her inside. “I think I did a good thing. Just…didn’t catch any fish.”

*

A bear was standing in the middle of the drive, illuminated in her headlights. “Sweet Jesus.” she muttered, honking her horn and scaring the bear off into the woods. She put the Jeep in gear and slowly headed out, keeping her eyes and her senses alert. She needed to get to town and pick up a map.

*

Emily smiled as her father carried her inside. She was usually a night owl, it came with the territory really. “I keep trying to take you to bed, I know.” Emily playfully poked her father. “You know I don’t sleep at night, Daddy. You’re silly.” Johnathon was willing to cop that, and then took her into her room, and set her down. “Well, what would you like to do?’ he asked. “Tell me where you have been?” Johnathon sighed and sat down on the edge of her bed. “I went to the lake…fishing, then…a lady needed my help.” His daughter sniffed and asked. “Was she pretty?” Johnathon nodded. “Mhm..” “Like Mummy used to be?” His daughter picked up a pony and hugged it tight to her. “Oh this lady was different to mummy.” His daughter ever full of questions asked. “Will she come for dinner?” At this Johnathon ruffled her hair and said. “I don’t think so. She doesn’t like our kind.”

*

She parked in front of the convenience story, glad it was still open this time of night and ran inside. “Do you have maps?” she asked the clerk, who looked as if he had been sleeping. He pointed to the back corner of the store and she quickly made her way to the direction he had indicated. There were maps of the US, maps of the state, brochures for state parks, but not the kind of map she was looking for. She needed a map of Vermont. She turned the rack and found one at the bottom of the rack, snatching it in her hands and making her way back up front.

*

Pulling over at a local gas station, Shane emerged from his limo, and now…had a new plan. He contacted the local sheriff’s office to file a missing person’s report for Donna. He gave over details of everything on Carmen’s cabin as well as the pictures and information supplied by Johnathon. It would be a matter of time before the former hideout was swarming with police. Surely they would find traces of Donna’s blood on the gravel drive, and perhaps pin another murder on Carmen. One way or another, this was going to spark a nation wide man hunt, that would now be hunting a serial killer. Grinning as he handed everything over with a wide smile, he saw a pretty black haired girl sitting in the office, and made eyes at her. The girl gasped at his fantastic good looks, and like a hypnotized zombie, she simply got up from her desk and followed him out to the limo. Getting in, she slid across, and Shane chuckled, as he got in with her and slammed the door.

*

Carmen paid for the map and went back out to the Jeep. She started it up and noticed the gas gage was almost on E. “Shit. One more thing I do not need.” she groaned. She remembered passing a single pump station on her way in town and turned around. She pulled in just as a limo was pulling out and she slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting them head on. “Are you blind?!” she shouted, honking her horn.

*

At this, Shane got out of the back of the limo and was about to abuse the stupid female driver, when he recognised her. “Hello Baby.” he grinned, showing his fangs, and in a flash he was at her car door and tore it open with all his strength. “I’m not blind…but you will soon be.” and with that, he moved to king hit her in the effort to knock her out.

*

Carmen suddenly realized the huge mistake she made, as she recognized the limo and the man climbing out of the back. “Fuck!” she cried, but it was too late. Before she could react appropriately, he had ripped the door from her Jeep, tossing it away behind him and the last thing she remembered seeing was his fist flying toward her face. There was a brief flare of pain and then blackness. She slumped over against the gearshift, out cold.

*
SUCCESS! Shane looked about and then uttered loud enough for people to hear. “Poor woman’s sick, I better take her to hospital.” Lifting her out of her jeep, he carried her over to his limo, where the door was opened by his driver. The young girl in the back watched as Shane slid her in, and then the door was closed. He grinned at the girl and then placed a finger to her lips. His eyes were hypnotic and he whispered. “You and I are going to have some fun. But first…first, I need a little..aphrodisiac.” He then turned to the unconscious Carmen, and licked his lips. The limo sped off from the gas station, leaving her door less jeep behind. At first he started to lick her neck, as he tipped her head over, exposing her skin, and then….he sunk his teeth in, drawing out the delicious dark fae blood. The girl watched on, and said. “Wow, this is better than Twilight.” Shane continued to feed, his eyes darkening, and the prize of her blood was worth all the effort. When he was done, he sealed her wound with his saliva and then tipped her over with his pinky.

“Yummy. Now…how about you?”

—thread change to Shane’s House—