Powder Keg

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.-

Against the Clock

Vishous:

-The rustling midnight sheets tease me awake in more than one way, the light breath of my female brushing against my heated. My lips curl into a wide smirk and I refuse to open my eyes just yet for I knew what was to come, her lips would touch every inch of my shoulder then up to my neck where she would suck over the vein that lay just under the skin. Almost as if she could feel, taste my blood. I always loved that coming from her, the soft swells of her breasts brush against my arm before I curl it around her body to pull her closer to me earning a delighted squeal from her lips. “I love my alarm clock, leelan” she laughed, so carefree and loving, with that little undertone that told me exactly what she was thinking while her hand roams down my stomach and… still moves lower. I bury my nose in her hair to catch a her scent mingling with the my own dark spice and I smile as I kiss the top of her head. Soon, her delicate hands close around my length while the scent of my bond fills the air and I open my eyes to look at the female I love. Her dark chocolate eyes churning with the depth of her love even after all this time together and I tilt her chin up so I can capture those luscious lips in a passionate kiss. Our breathing starting to change as the heat between us increases, the soft innocent turning eager, seeking more than we would ever say, joining us in an ultimate act of carnal union that would join two incomplete pieces into a perfect whole. Then, something changed. Her moans of pleasure turned to whimpers of pain, instantly the bonded male in me panicked and I pulled back with terror clouding my diamond eyes. The sight was enough to drain the blood from my face. My female’s skin turned ashen, stretched taut over her gaunt face,  reaching for me with a weak hand as pale fingers gripped her shoulder. “I have to go.”  Terrified, I searched the space behind her,  my gaze widening on someone I never believed I’d see again pulled my shellan from my arms, a lithe form in white, red hair billowing like flames around her, a cerub-faced young folded into the crook of her arm. Wellsie… no… NO! Frantic, my hand reached to take Jodi back and found nothing but air. –I don’t want you to go.- Tears glistened in her sunken eyes. “I don’t want to leave you.” Eerily familiar words lingered in my ears as Tohr’s shellan pulled my reason for being toward the door, heavy oak swinging open letting daylight spill into our mated room. “Please, leelan, I can’t… I won’t live in a world without you” Desperate, I leaped from the bed to stop them as the door is thrown wide and the full force of the cursed fucking fireball hits me, and I drop to my knees on a guttural scream, the stench of my smoldering skin filling my nose, the pain of my searing flesh nothing compared to the spearing agony that cleaved at my heart, my anguished bellow snapping me awake to a fresh world of agony-

Zypher

-He grinned smugly as he watched from across the room. Xcor had a way with things, the branding iron was no exception. Absently he rubbed a long healed salt rubbed scar across his chest..a present from their leader. A reminder of who he was and what he was put here for.- You've got him on his knees mine commander...now..make the son of a bitch beg. I bet 'es too proud t' do it.

Xcor

-The screams wrought from the white eyed Brother brought him neither satisfaction, nor enlightenment. He'd divulged nary a scrap regarding the demanding questioning undertaken thus far. He turned to the fiery coals once more, thrusting the iron back through the blistering heat to begin anew. Returning to the bound warrior. Bent, but nay, not broken. Not yet. His hand shot out, twisting into the Brother's sweat dampened hair to pull his head back with a snap. Baring his own set of lethal fangs, scarred face twisted in disgust as he lowered to come face to face with his captive.- It's said ye can read minds, listen in where no other belongs. -He grinned darkly as his eyes bore deep into the warrior's own glowing irises as he spat...- Read mine, Brother. Know well ye won't be findin' escape inta the Fade. Ye'll be callin' fer yer mahmen long b'fore we be through 'ere. -Releasing the hair, shoving the Brother's head back with a jarring motion, he bypassed the irons in favor of running his rough hand over the rudimentary table of items procured for this mission. Hovering over each, thick fingers close around a razor sharp, wickedly thin skinning blade. Lifting it to catch the light, turning it this way and that, he nodded once to Zypher.- We'll be seein' if he values what's left of his manhood, 'nuff t'find his way to the words we be seekin'.

Ione

What is this? [my voice barely contained as I pushed open the door, lavender eyes narrowing at the scene before me. I surveyed the males, rage rising up to constrict my chest as much as my corset did] I told you he was to be left undamaged! [stepping in, the door slammed behind me with a metallic clang and I stalked over to the battered warrior, shoving Xcor and his minion aside and reaching through the bars to touch the charred wound on his chest] Your connection within the Glymera is already in place for my departure as agreed. Destroying my property was not part of that arrangement so, I trust you have an explanation for this or I’ll be collecting my payment now, information or no. [touching my fingertips to Vishous’s jaw and turning his head to survey the damage, weeks of growth darkening his goatee into a full beard streaked with blood and grime, talking over my shoulder to the two males] These wounds had better not be permanent. [turning his chin, breath catching when his icy eyes open to pin me with a lethal gaze] So you’re awake...slave.

Vishous

-Reality hits like a ton of bricks, pushing away the dream-haze with searing agony. The scent of burning flesh filled my nostrils at the same time the pain registered through my battered body. I was a roadmap of seeping wounds and blackened bruises that had quieted to dull throbs as I tried save as much of my waning strength reserves as I could, not even reacting to the blade gleaming in Xcor’s hand, his already ruined face twisting in impatient anger. Then I heard her. Growling low in my chest, I could barely rein in the instinct to rip her apart.  Even her name had me seething, her sadistic self-indulgence had put the whole race at risk. And for what? So she could get into my leathers? Frigid bitch. Without conscious thought I flinched at her touch, a barely noticeable move but her voice… I opened my eyes to level a look of pure hated at her, her word holding an undertone of delusional puppy-love. She actually prized her possession. Well, la dee daa. My eyes glowing murderous fury, acid-dipped words flying from bloodied lips- I've seen females go to serious trouble to get fucked but this one goes in the record books, bitch .– despite an attempt at indifference, her face fell in hurt. A low chuckle coming from beside her momentarily distracted me from the offended aristobrat, the Bastard holding the branding iron amused by the exchange while Zypher’s lecherous gaze roamed over Ione, jerking my head toward him. – Something funny, dick weed? I’m not sure what’s hurting me more right now, Xcor’s face or your stench.  –my throat burned the hoarsely barked words-

Zypher

-Growling silently, he slid the bowl of salt behind a box, hidden from the female's view- of course he will heal...eventually. -Zypher watched as the Princess assessed the brother and laughed darkly at the title she gave him.- He's stubborn..prideful..and in need of more beating but we can both be satisfied here soon I believe if you'll just leave us -he looked to Xcor- to our devices and trust the males you've hired. We won't let you down..highness. -He didn't stop his gaze from rolling up her long legs and over her rounded arse- 

Xcor

-Bristling as the tiny female's hands pushed him aside, a black growl rolled through his broad chest as her words ricocheted around the room as sharply as a thousand poison tipped arrowheads. His hands curled into meaty fists as thick arms drove them into the table, cutting off the pacifying words of his Bastard- Ye've delivered upon yer word, Princess. We will deliver on ours, given ye find yerself clear o'this place t'allow us t'find the answers we seek. Aye, your pet appears damaged... -waving a hand dismissively- all will be well, and healed, by the time he's delivered unto you.

Ione

[ignoring the narrowly hidden barb of Xcor’s tongue, I stepped back from my caged prize, my eyes searching his with a dark smile] You could end your suffering, Vishous. Give these soldiers what they want and the pain will end. You have little to live for anyway. Why do you resist? The Brotherhood? They have ceased looking for you. They believe the Lessoning Society has taken your life. Your female? You needn’t worry for her, she’s not long for this world. I’ve seen her with mine own eyes, warrior. Your female is with young, and dying. It is over and you are mine. I need only have you branded with the bands of a blood slave and we will take our leave of this tiresome place. [my fangs drop down, barely concealed behind my lips at the idea] I always get what I want. [still watching Vishous, I speak over my shoulder at the two hovering behind me.] My patience wears thin, Xcor. I am sending someone to mark him. You have until tomorrow evening to get the answers you seek. You will have him prepared and restrained.

Vishous

You fucks must get off at the sound of your own voices.  –my voice gravelly, wincing at the hunger pangs gnawing my gut, my diamond eyes flick up to Xcor- With your face, it’s probably as close as you get to the real thing, huh? –laughing darkly, the sound cut off at Ione’s words, my blood running cold in my veins. It was the nightmare all over again, realization prickling the hair on the back of my neck. The sting of the Brotherhood barely registered for I knew better, with my brothers believing that my ass was on the line there would be no rest. It was just not fucking happening, as much as they knew I wouldn’t open my trap I knew they wouldn’t give up. But my female, my female… fuck. The nightmare had left me too raw for a comment like that and with the flickering handle I had on my curse I played back the image of Wellsie leading Jodi away. Ione wasn’t lying, my female was pregnant. And I knew what that meant. The feedings, the hunger, the weakness. Fuck, I had to get out of here. Fucking. Yesterday.

Zypher

-Zypher crossed his arms over his chest, determined to keep his damn mouth shut. It didn't take two times for Xcor to remind him who was in charge and he had learned from experience that silence could save your life. He couldn't stop the smirk however as the wounded brother flinched at the mention of his pregnant shellan, perhaps that was the way in. He would use this if he could..as he was sure Xcor would-

Xcor

-He nodded once to the female, rolling his shoulders, itching to return to the questioning before the diamond eyed warrior'd had any further recovery time- T'will give us ample time t'garner what we be needin'. He shall be cleaned and trussed fer your takin', princess. -He stepped forward, towering over her. His scarred face barely concealing the expression of contained impatience and irritation as his chin kicked toward the door.- Now, ye'll be excusin' us so we may get back to the task at hand.

Ione

Until tomorrow. [holding my ground, I looked up with barely checked annoyance and returned the curt nod.  I straightened my shoulders and turned toward the exit, Louboutins clicking across the filth-covered floor.] Intact, Xcor. He is of no use to me broken. Physically anyway. [ I had waiting this long. One more night was of little consequence compared to the lifetime I would enjoy with Vishous as my possession. Casting a last glance at the male in the cage and the two brutes circling him, I stepped over the threshold and let the door ease closed behind me.]

Vishous

-With a longing look, the bitch queen left, the possession ringing in her stoking a burning rage in me. I’d be her fuck toy when the Omega sprouted wings and a halo. My diamond gaze fell on the two males that circled like vultures, hooded eyes burning with the promise of much pain to come. I let my head hang between my shoulders, bracing for the torment to come…a seemingly endless cycle of agony and repetitive questions that I’d managed to tune out so far by reciting the Sox line-up beginning with 1901. This time, however, as the routine began anew, my focus was on the words of the aristobrat. Her lackey would be here tomorrow and that would be my one shot before I was on a boat back to the Old Country as a carnival ride for Ione. I was getting the fuck out of here. For my female and our family. I flexed my gloved hand in its iron prison. And God fucking help them all when I did -

Blood from a Stone

Xcor:

-A twisted smirk pulled his scarred countenance into a mask of horrors as he surveyed the warrior of the Brotherhood. Secured by curved slats of thick steel in the upright cage, his lethal cursed hand held firmly outside the bars, banded about the biceps, elbow, and forearm and suspended by steel chains strong enough to raise a seagoing vessel from the darkest depths. He'd seen to it that the hand, that was capable of melting near any substance known, was encased in a lead lined, steel ball that locked tightly around his wrist. Without the weapon the warrior'd always relied upon, stripped of his beloved daggers and sundry weaponry, the male hung limply against the bars of the cage, unable to bend, to stretch... to rest. He strode around the penned male, worn boots clocking against the cement floor of the warehouse to echo throughout, pausing to knock the handle of his scythe against the steel every few feet. A low, cruel chuckle escaped from his twisted mouth when the male groaned in irritated exhaustion. He turned sharp, narrowed eyes toward Throe as his steps carried him across the expansive, otherwise empty room. Offering no more than a nod, he took up his station against a stack of splintering, wooden crates, anxious for his Bastards to break the self-righteous Brother and garner the invaluable information he so hungered for.

Throe

-The warehouse location had proven to be perfect for their needs. Isolated and secure. They’d had the cage ready days before the intel had come in on where and when to capture and so far things had gone according to plan. Well, most things anyway. Standing in the shadows watching as Zypher began to inflict more wounds onto Vishous he knew that this was pointless. He’d said all along that  physical pain wasn’t going to get them any of the information they were seeking regarding the puppet king and his brotherhood. At least Zypher seemed to be enjoying himself and the need for Vishous to heal himself after these little sessions was slowly weakening him. Still we didn’t have all fucking day.. the screws needed to be tightened on our prisoner.-

Zypher

-He smirked as he watched Xcor toying with the semi-conscious prisoner. He hadn't been surprised that the Bloodletter's son had not broken, but he was surprised at the fucking Brotherhood had not come close to finding him yet. A mounted rescue was no doubt in order and he could only hope that it was Lessers that were the suspects. Not that he was scared of Wrath and his cronies, quite the contrary in fact. He ached to have a go at the self righteous wanks but..having the brothers look in all the wrong places would buy them more time. More time to have some fun with the cursed one. Still polishing the dagger, freeing it from the brother's blood, he wiped it gently on his thigh as he admired the work. Speaking loud enough so Vishous as well as Xcor could hear, he caught the light with the blade- Fucking nice knife..too bad he's not getting it back. -To prove it, he slid the ornate weapon into his own sheath at his shoulder-

Throe

-Stepping forward into the bright glow of the lights surrounding the cage. He kicked it with his foot to get the attention of the one inside. His effort setting the cage to swing slightly on its heavy chain. Speaking calmly, almost as if they were having a friendly conversation in another place and time.- You know, this attempt at silence on your part is impressive, but you must know it is futile. I’m sure that you realize by now that we are very serious about wanting the details only you can provide. What do you think we should do about that? –Pacing back and forth in front of the bound male he nodded his head back and forth slightly as if pondering the situation.- No suggestions? Well, I was thinking that we should provide you with a bit more incentive to chat with us. Say, go and collect your son. Shouldn’t be much of an effort to take him from a female who is distracted by the disappearance of her mate. Of course, you COULD save us all that trouble by just being a little more forth coming. What do you say?

Zypher

-Pushing himself up from the crate he had been purched on, he walked slowly to where Throe was attempting to speak to the prisoner.- I say we take his other nut..that way, he can't populate the world with little copies of himself. Should be easy to take the one he's got already...leave his female to me. -The grin that spread told many stories of many women who were left to his devices, most of whom screamed his name by the end of it- what say you about that?

Throe

-Clapping Zypher on the shoulder in a show of solidarity.- That idea certainly has merit. We’d be providing a public service. –Tapping my fingers on the edge of the cage considering the one inside. At least now we seemed to have his full attention. Prior to this he’d barely bothered to look our way, even during the beatings.- I think we should take our protection of others to an even greater level. That cursed hand has been a danger to all things, I’m sure Xcor could remove it very easily.

Zypher

-He canted his head as if looking for the best way to remove said hand- yeah..I'm certain just a sling of the scythe would do. Perhaps better to dis-arm him that way before he watches me fuck his female. Wouldn't want anything to...-he said the last part with a pun-ish grin- get outta hand would we? -He nudged Throe with his elbow- see what I did there? dis-arm...get out of hand.. fuck I'm a funny bastard.

Xcor

-He spared a wicked grin to his two best Bastards as his legs carried him toward the caged male once more. Standing solidly to face the white eyed Brother, in the span between heartbeats, his massive fist drew back and punched the steel that was the only barrier between them. Barking a dry laugh as the warrior's head bounced off the back of the cage, then hit the front with a dull ring of steel. He repeated the swift punch once more, this time landing his fist against the bars that crossed directly over the juncture betwixt the male's thighs. The ragged scar down his face twisted as his rough voice cut through the air between his face and that of the Brother's.- I say we finish the job our father'd begun. Aye, no need to be sirin' anymore of yer like. Ahhh.. dun worry yer little head 'bout that female o'yours. Zypher 'ere will see to it she's kept ... satisfied. -Turning his back on the caged male, he strode slowly across the warehouse, humming a tune heard often 'round the fires in the Bloodletter's camp. Ceasing only to call out over a broad shoulder.- Be wishin' you'd finished your trainin' in the camps b'fore we be through with ye. Shame ye ne'er truly learned about battle... -He turned to face front again as he reached the rear wall of the warehouse, his hand landing on a heavy, worn door handle as he spat out..- Coward..

Bastards - 1, Brotherhood - 0

Ione

[The days of waiting had me feeling on edge. Being so close to having Vishous as my own left me restless, anxiously watching for the timing to be perfect. To abduct a warrior of the Brotherhood was no small feat and if a mistake would be made in the act, it would not be mine. The last of the subcontractor’s left the clinic, electrical wiring finally in place in the new wing and awaiting the security connections needed to add to the already installed system. Perfect. Purring low in my throat, I set off down the hall to seek out Havers for this last, knowing full well that Vishous had been waiting for his call, insisting on doing the work himself. Finding him peering over a clipboard near the nurse’s station, I cleared my throat to get his attention.] Dr. Havers? The new wing is completed sufficiently for the security system installation. I could call my own people… [He shook his head and reached into his pocket to flip open his phone, fingers flying over the numbers and greeting the voice on the other end. “If you would be so kind, Vishous, we are prepared for the wiring in the new addition.” He nodded at the response, his pleasantries grating on my impatience. “An hour then.” He closed the phone and smiled, his eyes gleaming behind his glasses. “Vishous will be here shortly.” Thank you, Doctor. I am pleased that the expansion is going so smoothly. [Turning away, I hurried down the hall to the office I’d been using, opening my own phone to call Throe] It is done. One hour. [Nothing more and nothing less need be said, I snapped the phone closed and made my way outside, clearing sight of the front doors and dematerializing to a thicket of trees that hugged the road leading to the clinic. Minutes were hours…but, he would be mine. Soon.]

Throe

-He closed the cell phone and smiled. Things were finally on the move. If the information given by the princess proved to be correct, then Vishous would be in their hands before this night ended. Getting up he went to inform Xcor that they were ready.-

Vishous

- It seemed like the work around the compound would never end. If it wasn't the constant battle against the lessers, it was the damn running against the bastards, and, of course, we can't possibly forget the run-ins with the civilians and duties as the tech expert of the brotherhood. Lately, I'd been working on the renovations for the Safe House and the clinic, which had found a new financial provider in the Glymera. At least, the fuckers were spending the money well. I was working on the new passwords for the security of the Safe House when I received Havers’ call. Curt words were exchanged and it all had been arranged. I would be there shortly to make sure the Hospital had a security system to my liking, wrap it all up in a few hours so I could return to my female's arms. I got out of the office and went to the nursery where I knew Jodi would be. Sharing some time with our young, whose growth could be now measured and appraised. Fuck me. The sight I walked it would forever be branded in my heart and soul. My female on the ground holding our young in the air, making cooing sounds and playing with him. She looked up at me when I stepped inside- I have to leave for Havers’ now, the building is up for the new security system.

Jodi

*squealing young frozen in air, I turn to you with a bright smile, narrowly avoiding a chubby fist to the face* We'll be waiting, nallum. You'll be home soon?

Vishous

- I kneel down and grab Sahv's hand, looking into your eyes- A couple of hours at most, it shouldn't be that hard -kissing my young's hand-

Jodi

*nods, leaning into you* I need a kiss before you're allowed to leave. *grins* Make it good. It has to last me 2 whole hours.

Vishous

- my lips curl into a full blown fangy smirk- This oughta be good - I close the distance between our lips and give my all to the kiss. My tongue quickly slipping between your parted lips for a passionate kiss that was meant to leave you breathless-

Jodi

*squeaks, nearly knocked off balance by the force of your lips on mine, melting into the kiss for a long moment and pulling away, my cheeks flushing deep crimson* Get going, you. *shoves at your chest* We'll pick this up when you get back.

Vishous

- fangy smirk- Can't wait, female mine - I kiss your forehead and Sahv's before I stand to leave. The walk to the Escalade fairly uneventful, as I text the cop to let him know where I'm at. Gunning out of the compound heading to Haver's clinic. -

Xcor

-Squaring mountainous shoulders as his boots tread heavily across the wooden floor, he stares darkly into the eyes of his two swiftest and most cunning Bastards. Knowing full well that tonight would be their best, and most likely only, shot at capturing the white eyed Brother cleanly. Ione would have her prize stallion, but only after we'd wrung every ounce of information from him first. By any and all means necessary. Clasping his hands behind his back, his fingers closing around the well worn handle of his lover, he addressed them together- T'night ye'll be taking the key to this fucking rat hole of a city. There'll be no mistakes, no errors in judgment, and no fucking off, am I makin' m'self clear? -Leaning in close enough to nearly brush his forehead against those of the Bastards leading this attack, his breath hot and dry against their faces in turn.- Personally, I could give a fuck'all if Ione survives this night, although it'd do us well to retain the glymera contact. What I'm after isn't what's between the female's legs.. -He snarls pointedly to Zypher before continuing- No. What I want is what's 'tween that Brother's ears. Every. Fucking. Piece. -He straightens once more, pacing slowly before the pair.- Ye'r stocked fer the attack, aye? -Nodding to the affirmations.- The time is nigh, my fellow Bastards. -Turning from them to close his hand around the door handle, he stopped dead for just a moment, speaking over his shoulder.- And mind ye well. Either one of ye cocksuckers fuck this up, better neither of ye return here. -Giving a low rumble of a vile chuckle- Ye'd do well to make damn sure I'll never lay eyes on either of ye again. 

Zypher

-nodding to Xcor, taking in the not-so-hidden meaning behind his words- No fuck ups. No diversions. –glancing to Throe- After you asshole -waiting while his comrade scatters to the wind, and then quickly doing the same.-

Balthazar

*Smirking at Zypher as he takes his dressing down from the man in charge, Xcor, I throw the duffle over my shoulder and demat to the pre-arranged location and make ready. Resting the muzzle of the long rifle against the wooden spy in St. Mary’s bell tower, my eye glued to the scope, finger at the ready. * Fighting and killing Lessers, although rather enjoyable has become a tad boring. Finally…finally with taking down Vishous, our plans for taking over have come to fruition. The Brother’s reign ends tonight with just one pull of a trigger. Pushing the transmit button on the Walkie-Talkie,* Ground control to Major Tom, commencing countdown, engines on. Locked and loaded and ready to roll. *My finger caresses the trigger like a perfect set of breasts, but unlike a treacherous female, my rifle is every ready and faithful. Too bad that were reduced to using horse tranquilizers tonight, instead of the hallow points I suggested at the meeting with the Princess. Outvoted once again, here I sit, ready and eager to put a hurt on our enemy*

Vishous

-following the winding roads that lead to the clinic, mind already ticking off the things that need to be wired... tucking a hand-rolled between my lips and fishing for my shiny new lighter, grumbling under my breath- Never did find that fucking thing -eyes dropping to the sound system to crank the volume-

Ione

[scowling at the scurry of wildlife around my feet, I snap my head up at the sound of a fast-approaching engine, my heart racing at seeing the looming outline of the giant black SUV, taking a cleansing breath and dematerializing into its path, my eyes locked on the form behind the steering wheel.]

Vishous

- Eyes blinking at the form that suddenly appeared in my path, breaking me out of my reverie - What the fuck?! - Swerving sharply, narrowly missing it and trying to maneuver the SUV as it hits the dirt shoulder but failing to completely miss a cluster of trees off the road. Pissed beyond belief, I get out of the car, slamming the door shut and stalked towards the female, my rage rising with recognition- What the hell are you doing, Ione?

Ione

[Holding my ground under Vishous’s verbal lashing, I leveled a gaze up at him, turning into his towering silhouette.] It seems to be the only way I am able to get your attention, Vishous. You are not an easy male to find. A problem that this should rectify nicely. [Chancing a sideways glance into the trees, I lift a hand to tuck a wispy curl back behind my temple.]

Balthazar

*Right on cue Ione does her little… look at me; I’m a helpless female routine, throwing herself in front of Vishous’s Escalade. And a predictable as the brother is, he actually stops to help her. Personally, I would have run her ass over, then back up to do it again. But that’s just me. Never did cater to the Glymera types. Their females always did rub me the wrong way. Standing there thinking they were better than me, while I would stand there knowing they weren’t. We all piss and shit the same way, no amount of money can change that fact. The Princess tucks her hair behind her ear, signaling me it’s a go, as my finger squeezes the trigger, hitting that white eyed fucker square in the cheek of his leather clad ass.*

Vishous

- I growl in frustration at her bullshit antics, I was starting to regret ever saving her ass. My diamond eyes glow in anger and I open my mouth to reply- Get this through your fucking head, you Glymera wh... -a sharp sting stops my words and the world tilts, the ground rising like a fucking space shuttle as the world goes black and I hit the asphalt with a sickening thud-

Zypher

-Watching the arrogant bastard face plant into the asphalt was a thing of beauty. Running from his place of concealment he prepared to grab the Brothers legs and get him off the road to the waiting pre-placed Mercedes as fast as possible. Seeing Balthazar take form he grinned- hell of a shot there. Now take his arms and let’s get him out of here.

Throe

-After checking to make sure that the Brother was in fact unconscious he slid into the driver’s seat of the Escalade and restarted the engine. Quickly slamming the large machine into reverse and flipping it in a tight circle heading back the way the Brother had just come. Intent on taking the automobile as far away from the city as fast as possible. Grinning at how easily things had gone, just let the rest of the Brotherhood try and track them. He felt like the first volley in an all out war had been served. Score Bastards 1 Brotherhood 0.-

Ione

[flinching a little when Vishous crumples in a heap of leather and sinew, hesitantly nudging his thigh with the toe of my Louboutin and grinning over at the males, tiny fangs glinting in the moonlight] Excellent shot indeed, Balthazar. [Flicks my gaze to Zypher] Remember our agreement. You are not to damage him. Take the information you need and then prepare him for travel to the Old Country. I will be checking on him, you understand. I must be assured of my terms.

Zypher

-Struggling with the dead weight of their new captive he flashed his most winning smile at the Princess- Our agreement will be honored to the letter, and I will be looking forward to your coming to check on him often.

Balthazar

*Dematting to where Vishous is doing his planking impression, I nod to Zypher and sneer at the Princess and her empty praise. I bend at the knee and place my hands under V’s pits and hoist as I grit out* Fucker sure is heavy. *making quick work of placing the Brother in back of the waiting, Mercedes G-Class, I put it in gear and head to the warehouse.*

Ione

[inclines head, casting a last lecherous look over Vishous and smoothing my skirts as the car squeals away before dematerializing back to the Clinic to keep up appearances, already making travel arrangements for myself and my new prize.]

Dissension in the Ranks

Zypher

-He took the shove from Throe without a word, marching to the front exit as he seethed. He knew that he’d almost had Ione right where he wanted her. Females like her always put on the pretense of resisting; they enjoyed the feel of being lusted after. Scattering himself to the wind as soon as he reached the open air, he felt the uneven landing outside their lair become solid beneath his feet moments later. Instantly spinning as Throe appeared beside him, he launched himself at his comrade with enough force to send them both smashing through the thin wood of the door and onto the dirty floor within.- smashing through the thin wood of the door and onto the dirty floor within.-

Throe

Of all the bastards to have to meet Ione with, why did it have to be Zypher, the one that thinks with his dick? Did he actually think seducing her would work; the dumb shit? Little did Zypher know that Ione's fangs were in her vagina. Thank the blessed Scribe Virgin; he didn't mate with that one. Throe's feet barely made contact with the aged floorboards of the run down porch, when Zypher had him landing square on his back, head bouncing off the floor with a loud crack. Vision going black for a moment, he rolled with the momentum, gaining position.- You stupid fucker.

Zypher

-Not paying any attention to the surprised shouts of the others, he smashed a meaty fist square into Throes nose. Satisfied with the crimson spray of blood and crunching sound as the bone easily broke. Not giving the bastard a chance to recover his bearings he delivered blow after blow venting his anger at this evenings slight, and the frustration that came from too long without a female. The dominant position, once easily gained, was not so easily kept, as Zypher punched him in the throat, cutting off his air supply. His nose being broken next, Throe felt every fist to the face like an anvil. Knowing he had to take control before Zypher ended him, Throe raised his knee sharply, connecting with the soft tissue between his opponent's legs. The blows instantly stopped, allowing him free reign of his own. Grabbing Zypher on either side of his head, Throe threw his head forward, landing it squarely with Zypher's. -The taste of his own metallic blood coursing down his throat from his shattered nose-

Xcor

-having stood from his task the moment his Bastards had materialized outside the door, he had watched with a vague, detached amusement while they'd thrown fists and fought like alley cats throwing down over a female in heat. When Zypher's hip connected with his boot, he kicked the warrior off with a mighty shove, sending him crashing into the wall. His scarred countenance twisted further as his eyes narrowed on Throe. Closing the distance with two massive steps, he shoved two fingers into the Bastard's sternum.- Yer about to tell me that the meeting with the Glymera bitch went down smoothly, that there were ne'er a hitch in moving forward, aren't ye Throe. -Leaning in close, his breath hot and dry against Throe's face, he gritted out as he nodded- That's the only answer I'll be acceptin', feel me?

Zypher

-Throe’s knee managed to do what no amount of fist blows would have been able. Surprise hit him as his possessions were targeted, Fucking Bastard! An immediate intense pain ripped through his body like the slice of a cold sword. Rolling into a protective ball he hardly registered the swift boot kick to his side or the solid wall coming to met him. He lay cupping his injured balls as he fought against the overwhelming nausea-

Throe

-Standing tall, every muscle in his body screaming in protest, blood dripping in a steady stream from his chin, pooling on the floor at his boots, Throe met the eyes of the ugly bastard in front of him and nodded, and with a hoarse voice- The deal has been struck, no thanks to your Casanova here. It shouldn't be overly difficult to capture the white eyed Brother and hand him over to the Princess.

Throe

Of course, she has been informed, we will have our time with him first, as long as he is handed over unscathed, of course.

Xcor

-Nodding once, his mouth set in a grim line as he turned eyes filled with rage toward the Bastard still writhing on the floorboards- Aye, we'll deliver the Brother, after he's given up what he knows. -Raising his chin to Zypher, he growled menacingly- Ye be tellin' me that he'd been sniffin' up the female's skirts? -Stepping across to where the Bastard lay, he stood over him, a mountain of pissed off ready to deliver a crushing blow for jeopardizing the meeting.- Thinkin' with the wrong fuckin' head again? Count yerself lucky I'd not be puttin' an end to you here and now, t'would be an outright shame if ye and yer bastard cock'd lost us this one chance, now wouldn't it?

Zypher

-Having Xcor end him right here seemed an acceptable alternative to the pain in his gut. Coughing back the vomit that was making its way up, he tried to speak loud enough to be heard.- I..understand -was all he could manage.

Throe

-Looking straight ahead, his eyes fixated on the wall in front of him, Throe couldn't help but smile ever so slightly as he heard Zypher swallowing repeatedly, trying not to vomit. The pain in his busted to shit nose, well worth that sound a thousand times over- 

Xcor

-Resisting the urge to put his boot to the Bastard's temple, he turned on his heel and walked heavily back to the crumbling stone fireplace. He rolled heavily muscled shoulders and cracked his neck from side to side as his fingers closed around his lover, his faithful mistress, her razor sharp edge gleaming with a hunger to spill the lifeblood of his enemy. Not only the black of the undeads he and his Bastards hunted, but the crimson of the white eyed bitch who'd murdered his father. Patience, he chided himself, was his strength. Centuries of careful planning would gain him not merely the throne, but long awaited vengeance as well. He slid the scythe into her holster across his back and lifted the near empty bottle of whiskey to his lips, tossing it back with a grimace as he pointedly looked from one Bastard to the other.- Ye came close t'fuckin' this up.. more than once, no doubt. I'll not have ye destroying that which I've pieced together over so many fuckin' years, ye hear me? To have the opportunity to force a fissure into the pride-riddled Brotherhood, to snatch one of their own from under their self-righteous noses AND gain a foothold in the Glymera? -Yes, this is coming together with the well honed precision of the deadly, battle scarred warriors they truly were.- 

The Hand You're Dealt

Xcor

-lying in his bunk, the sound of raucous laughter echoing around the roughly hewn walls, he growled low in his throat, irritated and His plans were moving too slowly. Gaining the acceptance and support of the ever-fucking Glymera was tedious. A means to an end. Not that he was the most patient male in existence, now that the end result was closing in, he physically yearned to spill the blood of the bitch who'd slain his father. Patience, he reminded himself. Stealth and perseverance will bring her to her end.-

Throe

-Hearing the irritated growl from Xcor did nothing to dampen his mood. Reaching for the almost empty bottle and swigging it back he waited for Balthazar to play his next card- It doesn't matter how long you sit there looking at those, you still will not win

Balthazar

-fingering the Royal flush I am holding, a sly smile creeps across my features as I stare Throe down.- One must shut his mouth when he lacks the knowledge of the unknown. -I lay my cards down and scoop up the spoils.- Eat shit fuckers.

Zypher

-He had been like a shadow watching the club. His orders from Xcor were clear: Secure Females. That part was easy..what he had not expected was to be witness to such a daring rescue of a female by what appeared to be, well holy fuck.. Vishous and another brother. Would miracles never cease. He had followed them to what he knew to be a glymera neighborhood and had witnessed the kiss the female had bestowed upon the warrior. He could smell her want of him from the shadows. Interesting...holy hell Xcor would want to know this..apparently the daughter of Donall..of house Donall had the hots for a brother. This...was excellent news. Scattering himself to the wind, he made haste back to the Bastards current hovel intent on sharing this little piece of info. Fucking would have to wait..but only for a short while. He made quick time in entering and finding the leader- Xcor!...-a grin spread over his unshaven face- the scribe may like us yet..

Xcor

-rising from his bunk, scarred face set in grim acceptance as Zypher's voice carried to his ears. Expecting another group of soon to be repulsed females he wondered what the one who lost the coin toss to service me would look like. Surely she wouldn't be deserving of the terror she'd face. His boots clocked across the worn wooden floor as he threw the door back, a puzzled expression creasing his brow as he growled out in agitation.- What's this? Zypher the great has failed to procure females for his brethren? - sardonically- Will miracles never cease... might just have a mind to have ye turned out into the dawn.  

Throe

-palming his dagger and jumping up at the first sound of approach. He kept the dagger at the ready even after Zypher's voice reached his ear. He did not easily relax his wariness even among those he chose to fight with. It had kept him alive more than once-

Balthazar

Just so you know Throe, when you jumped up just now, you made a woman's sound. -I lean back in my chair, tucking my fingers under my belt. my shrewd eyes scan the room of Bastards, all of us lethal, all of us without mercy, all of us thirsty for power. my eyes linger a moment on the scarred, messed up face of our leader, Xcor. That one there, lacks a moral compass. Personally, I would rather fight with a mad man then against one. They don't come much bat crazier than him. I scan over to Zypher, my finger flicking off the scabbard of my short dirk, the grip honed to a shine with centuries of use. His eyes meet mine and hold. It's never been an easy alliance between he and I. Naturally born aggressors, the two us, we have clashed more than our share during our time in the band of miscreants. I sneer at him as I tap my brow in a salute-

Zypher

-Ignoring the growls, and sneers from his cohorts, as well as the insult from the man he would follow to the Fade, he quickly spilled the scene he had been witness to, proud to have found a weakness in the glymera strong hold. Ione wanted Vishous and more than likely could find him...perhaps the bastards could be of service to her. If you'll allow me to introduce myself to the daughter of Donall, I'm certain...-the grin spread once more- we could work something out

Xcor

-leaning a thick shoulder against the wall, he crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed keen eyes on Zypher. A chance sighting could likely be the necessary key into the inner circle of the Glymera. Well fuck if this wasn't proving to be predestined after all.  Grunting in approval, he nodded his head once to Zypher before turning to face Throe.- You. You'll be his shadow this night and until this female is found. Tell her near anythin' she has need to hear, just mark my words. Do not fuck this up. -Shrewdly watching the solemn nods of his Bastards, he stood and crossed the room, a heavy hand closing around a bottle of rum.- One utterance, one word. One hint of a location where we might find the white eyed Brother, you return to me immediately. We clear?

Throe

-nods grimly- we are. I know this family and this princess. She can be... difficult -smirking at Zypher- but the family is very well placed and a debt owed us from such a position would be advantageous.

Xcor

-His lips curled in a calculating sneer, acknowledging the logic in tallying up favors owed. Raising the bottle to take a long pull, he swallowed the warmth into his gut and pointed the bottleneck at the door- What the fuck are ye lazy bastards waitin' for? Tarry not! The sooner ye begin, the closer we'll be to meeting our goal, yeah? -Turning on his heel, he strode to the now abandoned chair across from Balthazar, dropping his ass in while he reached for the tattered cards, deftly shuffling the deck.-