Vishous:
-Time was ticking, I knew what was doing around me and what it
meant the longer I waited for an opportunity to escape. The seconds turned into
minutes and minutes into hours, my strength was slowly draining out which meant
I had one good shot at hauling ass from this place with minimum use of my
strength… and it all came down to just the right time. Saving what was left of
my energy to pull a trick from George’s hand playing dead for the assholes in
the room. “… he’s out cold…” “Ye’d better be sure, Throe.” “Just move your arse
before he does come to.” “I need to be able to mark his wrists. Take that… off
his hand.” “Not until he’s locked back down…” the voices fade in and out…two
I’d come to know well joined by a third new voice, hanging in my iron prison,
diamond eyes darting behind closed lids as I strained to listen to the movement
around me, stretched limbs screaming at being freed after so long when I feel
the first of the bands holding my arms open with a clang, my hand dropping like
a lead weight, jarring my shoulder until I had to swallow back a yelp of pain
that would have given me away. My whole escape plan depended on the seconds
when I would be freed from the cage and moved for the vermin that Ione had
hired to brand me with slave bands. Gametime. My head rolling on my shoulders,
I went limp when the second band sprang open and the two bastards lifted me
out, feet dragging loosely over the dusty floor to the makeshift table, letting
them hoist me onto its surface, falling back with a heavy thud. My stellar
performance earning me the distance I needed from the males that have grown to
make a sport out of bleeding me almost to death. There was movement to the side
of the table… counting the footsteps…the clock of Throe and Zypher’s boots circling
me, straining to hear the softer steps to my right, punctuated by the hushed
tear of paper and the metallic clink of needles. “I think it’s safe.” The voice
of the tattoo artist shook, in spite of his words. “He might look like a side
of beef now, Cael but, don’t ever fucking assume you’re safe with this one.
Unconscious or no, he’s still the Bloodletter’s son.” That’s right, assholes…
and you’re going to see how much like him I really am. There was more than one
reason for me to survive this shit, not only do I have my brothers but now…
fucking father of two youngs and mated to the strongest and sexiest female I
have ever known. Once again thanking my shitty past for giving me the
self-control required to live through this and much more with a minimum movement
and emotion. Fueled by the image of my female and our son, I’d held on this
long, conserving my waning strength for this one moment… feeling my arms moved
into place, picturing the juxtaposition of the table and its own iron bands…
crucified… seems to be the fate of the young of deities, tamping down on the
bitter laugh rising, I snapped to focus when cold iron closed over my forearm,
securing one and then the other, an eternity passing while the males argued
over who would free my cursed hand for the artist’s needle. “Just do it, for
chrissake. And make it fast.” With a loud exhale, the lucky contestant stepped
around, keys jingling and sliding into the lock that held the lead ball closed,
the click of the tumblers and then the weight was gone, listening to the
retreating steps. That’s it… back up… peering through slitted lids, to watch
the males through blood-crusted lashes, ignoring the pain in my weakened arm as
I pulled back, millimeter by millimeter, snagging the cuff of my glove on the
band and beginning to work it down my palm, trying to peel the leather back
from my skin. It was now or never.-
*I had no idea what I was going to do when I found Vishous. I
hadn’t thought that far ahead after hearing Butch on the phone. It had been
almost two months since my hellren had been taken from me and with a newfound
hope of him coming home, I wasn’t willing to wait even another second. Weak
with sickness and exhausted to a level that should have left me comatose, my
eyes blurred against the setting sun while I guided my truck through the narrow
alleys between the warehouses. Looking for something…anything that might tell
me where he was, anxious eyes glancing over to where one of V’s Glocks lay on
the passenger seat, my hand resting on the gentle rounding of my belly as I
pull off the pot-holed road well back from the cluster of buildings and
stopping the engine, nervously eyeing the rusting facades of the warehouses, my
fingers reach over, curling around the grip of the Glock and dragging it into my
lap, shoving it into the back of my jeans as I climbed out of the cab and shut
the door as quietly as I could, adrenaline firing my heart into a staccato drum
beat in my chest as I closed the distance, the last dying rays of the sun
sinking beneath the roofline, my pace slowing at the sight of a form appearing
at the entrance to one of the buildings. Ducking around the corner, my eyes
widened and narrowed when I recognized the female I’d seen so often at Havers’
clinic, her hand lifting to pound on the heavy steel door, stepping out from my
hiding place, I stalked toward her, reaching into the back of my waistband to
touch the grip of the gun tucked there.* You. I know you…
Ione
[lavender eyes glint with amusement, turning toward the female’s
voice with a fanged smirk] And I know you, human. Might I be so bold as to say,
you look like something that crawled from the pits of Dhunnd. [looking the
female over, the sight of her pitifully wasted form filling me with a
satisfaction so warm that I had to bite back a purr until my gaze dropped to
swell of her stomach, accentuated by her withering body and covered by an
oversized shirt, a spike of jealousy cutting short my joviality] I wonder if
Vishous would even recognize you now? [licks the tip of a tiny fang and takes a
step closer, my skirts rustling stiffly] I think not. It is of no matter. He
has long forgotten you. [casting a disgusted glance downward] You and the
creature in your womb are no longer any concern of his. Nor is he yours.
[gripping her bicep, my nails sink cruelly into her pallid skin, raising my arm
and the back of my palm across her face, rocking her head back as the door
opens with a metallic creak] Vishous. Is. Mine.
Zypher:
-Expecting to find the Princess at the door, a smirk spread over
his lips at the sight of both females. What a fantastic little surprise. The
go'damn Shellan to Vishous. This should make easy work of the torture now.-
Good work Princess..never took you for the physical type..that gets me harder
than you'll ev.. -His words were cut short by the butt of the gun being shoved
into his gut, apparently having been taken off the human. Taking the Glock, he
sneered as he tucked it into the back of his trousers before half carrying the
human female into the werehouse. He could not help but notice her all but
emaciated form hidden beneath the large clothing and the swell of her belly.
Well well..interesting that the young mother would starve herself and endanger
her young over the loss of her hellren. It suddenly hit him that perhaps the
young needed more than just food...blood. The blood of a male vampire.
Interesting indeed.-
Butch:
Stupid, goddamned, thick-headed… -muttering every curse I can
think of under my breath, I stalk into my room and spin the dial on the lock to
my weapons safe and yanking it open, checking my cartridges and sliding my
daggers into their holsters, slamming the closet doors shut behind me. “Do you
really think she went after him?” Marissa’s voice was shaky with fear as she
cradled Sahvage against her, more for her comfort than for his, I decided as I
cocked a brow at her, my jaw tight.- If it was me, would you stay put? Ah,
Christ… you know Jodi. I swear that female’s middle name is stubborn. So yeah,
I think she went off half-cocked to get our boy back and she’s gonna’ get
herself killed. – I dragged a hand through my hair and looked to my shellan.
“There are dozens of building down there, Butch. Dozens. And you don’t know who
is holding Vishous. How will you find him?” Shaking my head, I tugged at the
cross hanging around my neck, a nervous habit, I knew, and one I’d noticed that
Jodi had picked up after V had given her that pendant. My head snapped up.- The
pendant. Fuck! –All but running down the hallway to V’s office and crashing
through the door, dropping heavily into the leather desk chair and awkwardly
clicking files to open the tracking program on her necklace, watching the map
pinpoint, dropping through views and blinking in a glaring red dot over one of
the warehouses- Got her! –fishing my Razr from my pocket I dialed Rhage who’d
dematted the instant Wrath had filled him in on the sitch, the brother’s voice
strained with tension as he answered “Butch, man, Z and I haven’t found a fucking thi…” I cut him off
before he could even get the sentence out.- 313 Industry. She’s inside Unit C.
I’ll meet you down there. –snapping the phone shut, I stood and crossed to
where Marissa stood in the doorway with Vishous’s young bundled into her arms,
pulling her in for a rough kiss.- I’ll be back soon. And I’ll have them with
me. –stroking my twisted pinky over Sahv’s cheek, I hauled ass outside and
jumped into the Escalade, gunning the engine, the tires squealing as I peeled
down the drive, muttering a prayer under my breath- Fuck, you two better be
alive…
Throe:
-Running one of his sturdy blades against the sharpening stone
Throe thought again what a waste of time this whole operation had proven to be.
He’d come to realize long ago that their caged rat wasn’t going to provide
entail worth the efforts they’d all been expending and he took no entertainment
in playing games with the captive brother. Still, Throe knew better than to
press the point with Xcor or to voice his vexation with Zypher’s obvious
enjoyment with the sitch. His sorry life still held value to him afterall and
Ione would be assuming possession of their plaything soon enough. The point
that caused Throe’s nasty disposition and bristling temper was the missed
opportunity… the fucking WASTE. Waste that they hadn’t been allowed to use
Vishous to send one unforgettable message to Wrath and his ilk. Even with
Xcor’s ban on damaging Ione’s new toy; Throe was positive that cutting off V’s
cursed hand and sending it to Wrath, after the princess left for the old
country with her prize, would send “just the right message”. Smirking as he
worked with the age-old steel, he could just imagine their horror. Such a gift
would cause a strike of lasting magnitude to the Brotherhoods smug attitude
regarding their reign of power. Ione would even benefit in the long run, she’d
be ensured more protection from harm for her and her entourage and a much more
docile blood and sex toy to play with.-
Vishous:
-keeping my breathing steady while diamond eyes shift to watch the trio move around the warehouse, Throe, seemingly satisfied with my apparent unconsciousness, had moved to the workbench to occupy himself with what sounded like the sharpening of his blade, my ears pricking at a pounding on the door. “Sounds like her majesty has arrived. I’ll go, keep yer eye on him.” Zypher got to his feet, stomping off toward the entrance, not that I gave a fuck what they were doing as long as they were doing it away from me, the glove shedding back from my hand damnably slowly but it WAS moving. Taking advantage of the lack of attention I was receiving at the moment, working through the adrenaline that almost willed me to work faster but knowing it was best to keep the slow pace, wary of drawing the eyes back on me from the male they’d called Cael, who was still busy with unpacking his equipment… come on you sonofa… then I stilled at the sound of others approaching. The all too familiar stench of decaying lily that heralded Ione’s presence wafted through the otherwise stale odors of the room. The scent wrapping me in a new cocoon of hatred was so overwhelming I almost missed another tang that manage to cut through the putrid fog, the snap reaction was impossible to push back… my eyes flaring wide on a growl, the pretense falling apart like a poorly stacked deck of cards, escape plans abandoned when I focus bleary eyes on the door, the dark scent of rich spices pouring from my skin to cloud the stale air… Jodi is here. Oh, fuck, the nightmare was made reality as Zypher carried or dragged my shellan towards me, her curves turned to willowy pallor around the subtle swell of her stomach beneath one of my shirts. no. No.- NO! –bowing off of the table on a thunderous roar, I pulled at the bands around my arms, tearing skin along with the lead-lined leather in a frenzy to get my cursed hand bared… to get the fuck off of this godforsaken table and safe my female from dickhead’s grasp- You fuckers! Let her go!
Jodi:
*head lolling as I fight to focus, my vision blurred from the
strike, I struggled against the arms clamped around me, kicking uselessly with
my diminished strength to when the familiar scent of dark spice pierced through
the fog of my pain, my eyes snapping wide and darting around in an instant*
Vishous? Vishous! *moving with a renewed determination, my heels connecting
with Zypher’s shins, torqueing wildly against the wall of muscle, head whipping
around at the sound of a rumbled growl, my anguished shriek piercing the dank
air when I find its source in the yellowed light, * Oh, Jesus…What have they
done to you!?
Ione:
Nothing that couldn’t have been avoided if he’d been more…
receptive to my invitation. Or to the inquiries of these gentlemales. [nodding toward Zypher and Throe, ivory
canines glinting on a grin, I ran my tongue the length of a fang while I looked
over my prize, no less desirable for the condition he was in.] Cael! [calling
sharply to the anxious looking male seated next to Vishous, his greasy blonde
hair obscuring his eyes while he lay out his tools, neatly arranging the
packages of sterilized needles and vials of ink, his eyes pinging around like
that of a frightened animal to face me.] Time is a valuable commodity to me at
present, so do hurry. However, I expect nothing less than the level of skill I
have paid for. [my voice dropped, the words laced with a thinly veiled threat]
I trust that I am understood? [he barely nodded and turned back to the
makeshift table to resume his preparation.]
Zypher:
-He too could smell the dark lofty scent of
bonding in the air and the nasty grin spread as Vishous, suddenly full of life,
tried his best to get up from the table- well well well, he was playing
dead..he thinks he’s been playing Opossum? -Grabbing Jodi tightly and growling
close to her ear as she kicked his shins, he hissed over her skin- easy
sweetheart..I'm gonna give you what you're needin'...no kickin' now, or I might
have to bite you back. -holding Jodi tightly with one arm, he slowly brought
his free wrist to his mouth in order to score his skin but noticed one of V's
daggers scatterd on the table in its sheath. Fitting. She would drink from him and Vishous would
have to watch as another male..a stronger male, saved his shellan and young
from starvation- open wide beautiful..I'll give you more than you've ever
had..an' you'll forget all about that half male who couldn't even protect you.
-Glaring at the tattoo doctor, he sneered as he reached for the elaborate
blade, drew it, and held it at his
wrist.- hold off on that artwork precious..I want him to have no distractions.
Butch:
-minutes passed like fucking years as the Escalade chewed asphalt
between the compound and the warehouse, shitkicker stomping the gas pedal to
the floorboards as if it would somehow push the engine harder, alternately
muttering prayers and curses at my inability to demat like the brothers, tires letting
out an earsplitting squeal and hugging the curb when I finally round the corner
of Industrial, finally easing off the accelerator when I see Rhage and Z, the
brothers standing out like leather pillars against the rusted aluminum siding
of the warehouses, throwing it in park and jumping from the SUV and checking
the clip in my piece- You two see anything? -Rhage spoke up first, his voice
lowered and nearly masked by the stiff flap of his trench in the night breeze.
“Nothing. No guards posted outside and Z found Jodi’s truck around the corner.
Looks like this party is invitation only.” Z snarled behind him. “Bastards must
have her inside, doing who knows fucking what.” His citrine eyes flashed
black.- We can’t go busting in, it will get them both killed. We need eyes
inside. I’ll take the back. Z, you and Hollywood hit the roof and see if
there’s a way in there. And for Christ’s sake, watch your asses.
Throe:
-Expecting only the arrival of the princess and her lackey to
brand the prisoner, Throe was surprised to see Zypher return hauling along a
closely held struggling female. Jumping to his feet just as the temperature in
the warehouse plunged.- What the hell? -Even with her gaunt features and wide
eyes, recognition of her identity hit him like a blow…Holy Fuck! Zypher was
about to make a critical mistake and Throe’s awareness that they needed to
extract ourselves from this train wreck immediately overwhelmed him.-
Vishous:
-The broken tone of my female’s voice ripped through me like nothing else that these poor excuse for males could ever do to me. Nothing like seeing your shellan flailing in the arms of another male to make you lose your shit completely, I needed to keep that asshole away from her. The sound of metal rattling barely registered as I fought with all the force of my warrior form to escape the restraining bands, successfully scaring Ione’s minion to a “safe” distance. Eerily glowing eyes zoned in on Zypher, the asshole came up with something and my gut wrenched at the possibilities, you could see the plan slowly forming in his head with a sneer on his face as he stepped closer to the goddamn table with my female in his arms. The rush of blood in my ears was making it even harder to concentrate on any words coming from the mouth of the bystanders of the tense, closed space. My breathing coming in harsher pants as I worked to somehow free myself… but then I saw where this was going and time stopped… there was no air going in and out of my lungs, I was frozen in time while I watched horrified at the male that had tortured me for weeks feed MY pregnant female. Everyone seemed to move as if under water, Zypher with the maniac shiteating grin on his face pulling out one of my daggers while Jodi was pressed tightly against him with his other arm safely restricting my female’s movements, Throe standing on guard to the other side trying to somehow lessen the collateral damage that his bastard partner was about to unleash, Ione pointedly glaring at Cael saying something in a harsh refined tone… something regarding his job…? Fuck if I know… my eyes barely strayed from Zypher. As it was, coherent thought was out of the question, I could only process the clear vivid fantasies of ripping the male inside out until he was on the floor in unrecognizable pieces-
Jodi:
*eyes wide with revulsion, moving between my hellren and the male
restraining me at the metal on leather sound of a blade being pulled free, the
hem of my shirt riding up with my frantic thrashing, weakly trying to kick out
and loosen his grip to free my arms and cover my stomach* No! Get your hands off me you sonofabitch!
*words laced with rage and fear for my child pierce the air, swallowing back
the rising bile at the possibilities, looking at my barely recognizable
hellren, there was little I believed these males incapable of.. oh God… gaze
turned toward Vishous in a silent plea for forgiveness… in my blind quest to
save him, I’d risked us all…*
Ione:
[a dark sneer tweaking my perfectly painted lips as the blade
descended, watching with rapt attention,
stepping closely enough to the table to stroke my fingers over the skin bared
through the shredded hide of Vishous’s leathers while he snarled and railed
against the heavy iron binding him.] Be of ease, my treasure. The female will
soon be naught but a memory, quickly replaced by the plans I have for you.
[drags the tip of a finger through a ribbon of blood trickling along his
muscled thigh and bringing my fingertip to my lips with a purr, my lavender
gaze cutting to Zypher, voice sharp.] Just kill her and be done with it.
Zypher:
-With one last devil of a smirk, he drew that hand crafted weapon down the soft skin of his wrist and forced it over Jodi's mouth. He knew it woudn't be long before her body took over what her mind was trying to stop and yes, it was the slow pulling and then frantic sucking that issued the laugh formed from the pits of duhnd itself. Even though she fought it, he knew she was getting life from him. He was hard in his leathers and ran his free hand slowly over the swelling there to show Vishous the son of the Bloodletter just exactly what he had planned for his Shellan once she was well fed. He was playing with fire and he knew it but...oh what a rush this little human was giving him.-
-With one last devil of a smirk, he drew that hand crafted weapon down the soft skin of his wrist and forced it over Jodi's mouth. He knew it woudn't be long before her body took over what her mind was trying to stop and yes, it was the slow pulling and then frantic sucking that issued the laugh formed from the pits of duhnd itself. Even though she fought it, he knew she was getting life from him. He was hard in his leathers and ran his free hand slowly over the swelling there to show Vishous the son of the Bloodletter just exactly what he had planned for his Shellan once she was well fed. He was playing with fire and he knew it but...oh what a rush this little human was giving him.-
Throe:
-There was nothing Throe could do as he realized just what Zypher
was planning to do. Stupid bastard needed to start thinking with his big head
instead of his little one. The level of desperation and torment coming from
their bound prisoner was a physical vibration within the room. Throe knew this
had just become a whole lot more dangerous for all of them.- “If you plan to do
much playing with that female comrade, I’d suggest we give the rat a big dose
of tranq. No sense risking any damage to the property after all our careful
efforts. -Giving a wink to Ione, Throe moved past her to load the tranquilizer
gun.-
Vishous:
-mounted on the table like a trophy buck, my breath sawing in my lungs, I’d thought my nightmares were bad, but, this was fucking surreal. Now I understood what Wrath went through when the cop had to feed from his shellan, but holy shit, I never would’ve imagined what it would do to my insides to actually SEE this happening, and at least with the cop, Wrath knew that was his boy… from the same lineage even. This was in a whole other fucking scale, earthquakes, tsunamis, fucking asteroids digging a hole on the face of this planet was nothing compared to what was building up deep inside me ready to detonate any second now. Feeling the claws of the aristobrat trailing over my muscled thigh, I couldn’t help but flinch at her touch, hissing her way like a cornered animal warding off her advance, not that anything made any sense… my focus was back on my female in a second. My eyes narrowed into slits when Zypher forced his oozing wrist to Jodi’s lips, that’s when I felt it… time changed… morphed even and an eerily familiar feeling set in my gut as the anguish, fury, frustration and hunger all mixed in one pulled me back to a darker place that would let me draw from the power granted by right of birth. I could count in one hand the number of times I’d let the curse take control and fuck it felt like my veins were running with lightning, a low hum rang in my ears while everything went quiet around me, my limbs stopping their crazed movements, no more roars ripping through my raw throat, nothing… a stony wall of deadly calm and silence despite currents of energy that prickled up and down my spine. After a deep breath, I narrow my eyes for a split second just to focus back on the male that still held my shellan- Playtime’s over, asshole –my voice echoing through the warehouse with unseen power, feeling eyes fall on me when the tendrils of energy broke through seemingly normal exterior… white light covering me from head to toe, the ink marking my hands and face standing out a stark ebony against the glow from my skin in my own bad ass-vampire version of Johnny Storm’s supernova. The curse spread through 6’6” of battered warrior frame, answered with an instant din of shocked gasps and Ione’s scream, watching the males’ faces while they put two and two together…Bastards… they fucking knew what this was, I doubted that what happened the day the Bloodletter had tried to kill the young he’d sired in that dank campside cave had gone forgotten. The sizzling sound of melting metal and leather had heads snapping toward my restraints, fueled with rage and adrenaline, I ripped through the ruined bands, the table marred with a charred shadow, the tattered remains of my clothes disintegrating in a cloud of rising smoke, getting to my feet with one clear objective in my mind…. Kill the enemy- MINE –roaring again as I launched myself at Zypher-
Jodi:
*in a flash the warm flow was crushed to my lips, weakly beating
at Zypher’s chest against my body’s instinct to take in the life-sustaining
fluid, the bonded female screaming at me to escape, my fingers clamping onto
his wrist, fighting inwardly to either pull the source closer or shove it away,
weeks of hunger prying my mouth open to send the blood spilling down my throat,
hating the way the knot in my stomach unfurled with relief, my legs never
ceasing their assault against the male’s shins in a bid for freedom*
Ione:
[watching in furious disbelief when my slave tore free of his
bonds and stood, giving a strangled cry as Cael dematted before my eyes, my
dreams of an eternity commanding Vishous’s service…body and blood, dissolved
with the liquefied steel that had held him, falling back to escape the glaring
light that surrounded him, my skirts catching on the splintered leg of the
table and sending me toppling to the floor, my head connecting with the cement
on a sharp crack…MINE… my last thought before a veil of black claimed me]
Butch:
-“Cop… man, this place is as tight as a nun’s thighs. We want in,
we have to go in the hard way.” Rhage gripped his dagger, my head whipping
toward the sounds of screams muffled by the thick door.- Wish granted. –Z
nodded and took flank as I backed up, raising my Glock to put three in the
lock, rearing back to kick the door inward, shitkickers thundering with the
brothers on my heels following the chorus of chaos, squinting as the dim
hallway gives way to a light to rival the sun, registering the scene in front
of me in about three seconds, my best friend… or what was left of him… glowing
like the floods at Fenway during a night game, my heart stopping when I see his
path… right for the fucker holding Jodi- V… Jesus Christ.. STOP! -hurling
myself at him at top speed and managing to get between he and his shellan,
crashing the brother into a rickety workbench, wrought iron tools and lengths
of chain scattering onto the filth-covered floor beneath us while I fight to
contain the 260lbs of raw fury he’d turned into, eyes darting around to find
the other brothers- Get those sonsofbitches!
Throe:
-The acrid smell of melting iron and burnt wood provided the
perfect backdrop for the hell on earth that invaded the warehouse. Throe
realized Vishous was indeed free and ready to end the existence of Zypher in
mere seconds, just as members of the brotherhood crashed into the building. He
raised the tranq gun at the nearest invader and squeezed the trigger, only to
have his shot go wide as Ione stumbled jostling his arm. Not having the luxury
of even a few seconds to reload the gun Throe cursed, angrily hurled it in her
direction and dematted to Zypher’s side.- We leave NOW! -He roared at the seemingly
oblivious male. Throe yanked Zypher’s wrist from the females hold against her
mouth and spun to duck a punch thrown by Rhage who’d reached their position.
The impact of Rhage’s over extended swing buffeted Zypher with enough force to
snap some of the lusting-male’s attention back into the game. Finally releasing
the female Zypher moved back alongside Throe to engage the brother now intent
on death and destruction of his own. Throe watched as the Cop successfully made
his run to intercept Vishous. Shoving Zypher, knowing this might be their only
chance for freedom, he screamed at Zypher again.- Demat now Z! –Zypher’s eyes
still wild, Throe had a moments relief to see that Z still held enough mental
ability to follow his orders just this once.
As the other bastard vanished Throe scattered himself to follow, leaving
the chaos behind.-
Vishous:
-Under the control of the energy coursing through me like
lightning I knew no concept of time, I just felt getting kicked off my feet by
a heavy mass and being pinned down and away from my objective. The asshole was
getting away and I couldn’t get nearly as close as I wanted to, just one tiny
fucking touch… just… one… touch. Finally, snapping I snarl in the direction I
felt arms close around my body to keep me grounded, luckily I wasn’t even channeling
enough energy to make a big hole on the floor, it was then I saw a familiar
face with a shadow of anguish in his hazel eyes. Blinking back to
consciousness, murderous intents aside, to focus on the words coming from the
cop’s mouth, he was determined to get me to listen to him. A couple of shallow
breaths later I nodded in acknowledgement to Butch- Cop –my voice hoarse as if
the last sounds coming from me had severed my vocal cords for anything more
than a harsh whisper- I got it, I’m ok –eyes flickering around the chaos that
my little pyrotechnic trick had triggered, there was shouting, grunting, blades
clinking, and heavy footfalls all around me, but if I wanted to truly get my
shit in gear… searching through the faces until I found my female, horrified
and scared but alive. Letting another long breath out as I relax and lay my
head on the floor with my eyes closed, feeling more than seeing how the power
was quickly drained out of my body to leave me once again in the battered mess
I was before the Christmas tree impression.- I’m okay, cop, get Jodi out of
here and make sure she’s unharmed –seeing the moment of hesitation in his eyes
before I pin him with one of my intense stares, something went unsaid between
us and he finally nodded, leaving me to my own devices.-
Butch:
-fingers itching to grab V and haul his ass outside with me, I
finally complied, seeing the determination in his icy stare, even under the
best of circumstances there was nothing my boy liked less than losing his shit
and after what he’d obviously been through.. I growled low in my chest, finally
taking in the damage he’d sustained with a curt nod of my head- You got it,
traynor. –turning and beating feet outside to do what I could to ease my
brother’s hysterical shellan-
Vishous:
-Distantly, I could distinguish the sounds of fighting and the
voice of reason, Butch, taking control of the situation as best as he could.
That little stunt I pulled before was weighing heavily on me, slowly I felt
even the last of my strength abandon all hope and jump ship. It was going to
take an act of congress to get me off this floor. Counting my breaths as they
came to distract me while I wait for the current of energy to dim, I frown when
a low moan of pain comes from the other side of the room… no one was supposed
to be there. Slowly I turned my head to the side to find the source over the
debris that still cluttered the room. My body tensed a second later when the
tangy scent of blood filled my nostrils. My fangs punched down as the primal
part of my mind registered the scent of food I’d been denied for so long, my
mouth watering at the possibility of feeding, making my body react before my
mind could catch up to the actions. Pushing myself through the pain of abused
muscles, I crawled over to the slender body sprawled on the floor a few feet
away from the table I’d been a contestant on until recently. The body I could
sense the blood coming from writhed and moved trying to gain some kind of
leverage on the floor, to bolt or get closer, it was hard to say under the red
haze I was looking through. Not that it mattered, grabbing the thin arm to pull
the female closer to me after a low hiss I attacked… diamond eyes unseeing and
void of recognition, my body’s sole purpose… to feed-
Ione:
[stirring with a groan and touching shaking fingers to the back of
my head, vision blurred as I pulled my hand back, delicate brows knitted in
confusion trying to understand the red smears coloring my fingertips, dropping
a palm to the grime-coated floor and beginning to push myself up before a wave
of dizziness halts my attempt, blinking to clear my vision I let out a
surprised shriek when a hand clamps around my arm and drags me close, seeing
Vishous’s face for just a moment… wild, starved.. his lips pulled away from his
fangs…managing a single NO before his canines sink deep, the pain shooting
flames up my spine, the wounds tearing as I thrash with my dwindling strength
to pull away from him, heartbeat turning erratic with the loss of blood, my
eyes dimming as my hands fall away to lie limply on the greasy concrete and
finally going still]
Vishous:
-Somewhere between the wild thrashing and the thick wine of blood
that trickled down my throat with each steady pull of this starved body my mind
started to clear. The blood was completely different from what I was used to,
this wasn’t my female nor was it the Chosen Naima who I usually fed on… this
was… someone else. The blood was still as good to my body as any female of our
kind. Finally, mental process was fucking possible as biology took its course
giving me just enough clarity and strength to be able to move on my own. My
fangs were still deep in the female’s throat and now under careful scrutiny I
realized I was feeding from Ione to the point of death. Little by little the movements
stilled and I could feel her body growing colder, something long dormant
inside, not tapped into for years took hold of my body making it impossible for
me to dislodge my jaw from the delicate neck avaged by her wild movements and
my lethal fangs. A low rumble vibrated my chest as I expand my senses to send a
last parting gift to the dying female, my voice ringing clear in Ione’s head
“This, bitch, is for everything you did to me, my brothers… especially for my
family” those precious last moments she wouldn’t have her life flash behind her
eyes, she would die knowing that I was going back to my female, to my family
with wounds that will only take a few days to heal… nothing would take me away
from the place I belong. The female grew limp and I took that chance to pull
back, letting her body sag to the floor like a rag doll, barely chancing a
glance at her before I stood with my newly gained strength from the feeding.
Surveying the area that had served as my dungeon for the last couple weeks, I
sneered at the memories that would soon be locked in a box and thrown in the
metaphorical motherfucking-ocean of my mind. I picked up my discarded daggers
and scanning for anything the bastards may have left that could lead us to
their permanent base, with a small step close to the table, I pull my glove
from my cursed hand and bend down to touch glowing fingers to the scarred wood.
Diamond eyes grew colder still as I walked, my hand touching everywhere I can
reach on my way out of the warehouse, where I could hear the cop saying he was
going to get me out of here. Good idea, out of here… but not before I turn this
place into ashes. Taking the last few steps to the opened door… as the glow of
flames warmed the tattered skin of my back and stepping out to take my first
breaths of free air-
Butch:
-finally settling Jodi in the Escalade, Rhage all but sitting on
her to keep her in the cab, I assured the shell-shocked female that I’d be back
with V, turning to head back inside, unsure if he’d had been able to get up
after the force raging through him subsided, stopping short at the sight of his
form emerging from the darkened doorway,
his color returning under the layer of dirt and shredded clothes that covered him,
lips stained a deep crimson beneath the overgrowth of his beard- Hey, man, you
ready to… -the wheels turned and my head cocked as my nostrils stung at the
smoke beginning to billow from the barred windows, clapping a hand on his
shoulder and meeting his eyes knowingly- Where’s Ione?
Vishous:
-With a final touch to the wall next to me to keep the fireworks
working, I slip my glove back on as I meet the Butch’s knowing gaze. Holding
his hazel eyes for a heartbeat, passing on the information I will never reveal
and that will probably die as soon as we left behind the burning ruins,
shrugging lightly- For all I know the
princess left the building –leaning slightly into him as we walk back to the
Escalade, still a little uneasy on my feet after so long of being trapped in
that hell. After sharing a few looks with my brothers, Rhage peeled off his
trench and offered it to me, shrugging into the heavy leather coat, I nod a
thanks and slip inside the SUV-
Jodi:
Vishous! *throwing my arms around your neck and breaking into
wracking sobs, my face pressed into your throat ignoring the scratch of your
coarse whiskers* I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. I couldn’t help it… I love
you… Oh, Christ I love you and I’m sorry… I just want to go home. *tears
garbling the words, I cling to you for
dear life, pulling as close as the subtle rounding of my belly would
allow, the SUV dipping under Butch’s weight when he climbed into the driver’s
seat and turned the ignition, the engine rumbling to life.*
Vishous:
-rearranging myself in the Escalade, a new wave of emotions
hitting me once my female cuddles into my side, the scent of the Bastard still
clinging to her skin, way too close to home. Growling low I pull Jodi into my
lap, ignoring the pain that the shift caused, and present my wrist to her,
whispering in a tone laced with possession- Drink, shellan mine –taking the
dagger I was able to salvage from the wreck that was the flame-gutted warehouse
that we were leaving behind, bringing it in a quick slice across my wrist
before any protests could be made from either of the SUV’s occupants. If I couldn’t
fuck my female right here and now I was at least going to feed her like the
male I was… being the ONLY male my female needs. Trying to get back some of
what I felt I lost back there, my eyes stray from my daggers to concentrate on
my shellan, the way she felt against me, and with a ghost of a smile I placed
my hand over the swell on my female’s body. No matter what, I hold my life… my
whole destiny in my hands-
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