A Man From The Darkness

A Man From The Darkness (Closed for Nigredo)

Lilavandra or Lilla as her friends liked to call her was one hell of a women that didn't take crap from anyone and she was a very strong women but when it came to her friends she couldn't say no. It was her friends birthday and despite her hate for nightclubs she couldn't say no to her friends request to go out to one tonight. She sucked up her pride and put on a semi revealing little black dress that just hugged everyone of her curves. Her long curly fire red hair trailed down her back over her shoulders and ended in the middle of her back. She was an average build and size women but she had abnormally large breast for her frame.

She simply rolled her eyes as her friends about dragged her into the night club surrounding her in a way so she couldn't escape and she would give anything to get out of this. She moved her hands to her ears as they step through the door, the beat of the music pounded in her ears and she could hear the endless chatter of everyone trying to talk above it to each when each other was saying. She didn't get the addiction of these places, how were you to get to know someone if they were drunk or could hardly hear them because of the loud music. Lilla was able to break away from them only long enough to order a drink and down to give her a bit of courage to get through this night. She could feel the eyes of several men on her, she hated the attention because all they were thinking of was ways to get under her dress rather then anything else.

Her friends pulled her out into the dance floor to dance to the fast hard beat, her eyes moved around the people that filled the night club. Her eyes caught a dark figure back in the back of the club, his appearance was breath taken and for a moment she stopped her dancing to look at him in a bit of a daze. One of her friends shook her now asking her if she was alright and she simply shook her head. Her friend pulled her against her body to dance with her and tease a guy she had been flirting a bit with. Lilla sighed softly and simply let her friend do as she pleased. It was after all her birthday and Lilla would do anything to make her happy.


{{So this is what i am looking for. One male character to play the part of the evil male vampire. Since my character is so strong willed that his powers of persuasion and mind control don't work on her. He finds that interesting and takes her more as a pet in a way. if you would like to add anything you are very welcome to. If you wish to take the role just post a response to my post and lets get started.}}

*Sighs* anyone interested?

It was the usual mundane evening for the vampire Xavier Ravenstein. Born in the 15th century, he roamed the land feeding on the innocent, caring not for the wimpers and cries for forgiveness, they thought he was the legendary devil figure who ruled hell. Xavier was a tall and handsome man with striking features, brown eyes of pure rich culture, dark hair that was as dark as the night, just a clean white row of teeth to add to the picture...and he was perfection at its best. For many long years he was hunted, and now, he had found a haven, a place that no hunter would dare look for him. Xavier pulled his jacket closed over his red button up shirt over loose black pants, his eyes scanning a few women passing by.

Hearing the booming music coming from the club, he figured he'd give it a try. Though, as soon as he came to the club, the flashing lights above almost damaged his eyes. Did he dare go into there? Ha, he thought with disgust, if flashing lights like that kept him from there, he'd might as well call himself a coward and suck the blood from pigs. Shielding his eyes as he walked into the club he noticed several girls, most of which were thin and didn't have the curves he craved. Taking a position in the corner he kept to the darkness. And that was when he saw her. She had subtle and ample all around breasts, fiery red hair that reminded him of his village burning down. Yes, she would do nicely, he thought as he moved a finger through his dark hair. Xavier had a nice build about him, vampires when bitten inherited the strength of their master before. So he had well chiseled abs, long legs that carried his tall height across the floor.

Xavier was taught by his mother of long late, so to say, of the ritual of dancing. When she had outlived her importance, becoming a rambling bat intent on him getting a woman and raising a family, he tore into her neck letting his teeth sink into her veins, draining her of her 74 years of life. Xavier didn't really do much with his father, he was a tough man to break, after cutting off his legs with the rusty and dull ax found in the barn, he refused to die peacefully, in fact, he couldn't finish his job as the townspeople hurried to help. When a vampire bit him, it was his job to loose all that he cared about...through actions he did himself. Vampires were hated by many. Closing the ground between him and the girl he studied her with a finger playing across his smooth face. "Hello there," he said with a deep and rich accent, most of which wasn't american at all. Staring at the girl's friends he didn't care for their...flat nature.

Lilla looked at her friend in front of her now, she was looking at someone over her shoulder and from her reaction it had to be a guy as well as a cute one at that. She moved away from her friend now gracefully as to let her have a shot at picking him up but as she turned she saw a familiar face. It had been the very man that had stopped her in her traces a few moments ago and she didn't know quiet what to do as he closed the distance from each other. She wanted to back away and blow the guy off. She didn't like to pick up guys in these kinds of places because they only seemed to want one thing and one thing only, to get down her pants.

Her friend pushed her a bit forward as he came to a stop in front of her and she gave her a smile to encourage her to say him then before she knew it her friends had left her with him. She looked up at him now with her deep green eyes as well as an uneasy smile. She smoothed out her black dress as the other hand moved a strand of her curly red hair out of her eyes. As he spoke she picked up the deep rich accent and it only made him all the more attractive. "Hello..." she a bit too quickly and anyone could hear the nervousness in her voice. She moved off the dance floor not liking how crowded it was and she moved over to the bar to pick up a drink. She hopped that he would follow as well as she hope she might lose him at the same time.

Xavier smiled in appreciation as her friends left. In his day he had plenty of women, girls, their blood coursing through his veins. Staring into her deep green eyes and firery red hair, he had her pegged as the safe and cautious girl. The ways he was avoiding him, her eyes accepted him, yet her body probably quivered from having anything to do with him. His power of persuasion should have had her by now, just the mere look, the voice that captured many girls. What he got was something that threw him off. Though she did return his greeting, she was already in a swift retreat, her behind was too him and that black dress almost screamed for her to have something else on...less perhaps? Xavier ran a hand through his hair and proceeded after her to the bar. Taking careful and timed steps, so as to not entangle with any other dancer, he found a stool right next to her.

Taking a seat next to her he placed his hands on the counter top. "A martini please," he said cooly, his head held high. If she thought that getting rid of him by going to the bar was going to be rid of him, she had to be joking. Staring over at her finally with his brown eyes and dark hair, he wore a smile. "That is a lovely dress you are wearing," he complimented her without batting his eyes like some first time vamp. "I take it...you were intending for a nice and relaxed evening alone...correct? While most dresses on occasion are for parties, it seems you just chose this to entertain your friends, correct?"

She tensed, she could feel him coming closer as he followed her to the bar and his very presence sent a cold chill down her spine. Her eyes shifted to him as he sat down onto the bar stood besides her, she crossed her leg over the other and pulled her dress down a bit to cover anything the might be showing. Her eyes moved to his hands on the counter top and then to the bar tender as he ordered his drink. "Make that two and mine extra dry please." She said chiming in after him, she could see her friends out of the corner of her eye watching the two of them and that very fact make her blush slightly.

He had followed after her and she didn't know whether to be happy or afraid, the mixture of emotions making her confused. She picked up her martini quickly as it was set down in front of her and she raised it up to her lips. She took a small sip and looked up into his deep brown eyes over the rim of her glass. His eyes were almost hard to look away from but she did and moved them to look out at her friends. "Thank you..." she said in response to his compliment, as he mentioned his guess as to what her plans were before her friends forced her out here she looked at him once again. "You are correct." she said putting her glass down onto the bar and then folded her hands on her lap. "It is my friend's birthday and i couldn't say no to her request to go out."

She gave him a look now and leaned in a bit, "I'll tell you this right now so you don't waist anymore of your time tonight. I am not here tonight to pick up a one night stand hence the dress because i don't make a habit of dressing like a slut like most of the girls in this place." She leaned back once again with a rather pleased look upon her lips and she picked up her glass once again to take another slip of her drink.

Xavier nodded his head approvingly as she ordered the same drink, but a one with much more, how should he say it, zing. She was quite interesting, no contact with him what so ever, and it seemed like she was intent on not revealing any of her lower region to him. It wasn't of interest to him...yet, in fact, he merely wanted to know the girl, find a space of weakness to slide in to. The bar was quite filled, the dance floor itself was so packed, that no dancer, even while alone, wouldn't be bumping and grinding into. When he was a human, very long ago, he hadn't even danced to that beat. If one could believe it, his pre-vampire days were spent on helping his teacher out with her class, playing an instrument or two with musical prestige. Turning into a vampire meant disliking those things, only focusing on the drive the blood did to his system, the sex, and the control he had to make people do his will.

Xavier accepted his own martini and sipped, the rich liquor of alcohol coursed through his body, hardly doing any damage to his liver. It pleased him to hear that he was right. While most assumed the dress was to draw in males, tease them with little tidbits of her body showing, he knew that to not be it. Her very attitude on the dance floor, her keeping away from truly swaying those hips to the music, proved his point. "No, of course you couldn't. Friends are very hard to come by, in a life time, a person will lose a friend or two...due to disagreements." Xavier knew this, having had friends before...and after he became the master at his trade. True friendship was usually fought for, even when the lifeline was fading and the chances of retrieving what was were dimly gone already.

Raising a cool and collected eyebrow he set his drink down and turned in his stool. "What makes you think I am here for that? You assume that because I follow you over here that I intend to seduce you, make you mine, ditch you for another slut? You are clearly mistaken, now if you don't mind...I'd like to return to my drink." Xavier of course was playing upon her emotions, taking another sip of his drink he waited.

She watched him now expecting him to get up and walk away just as so many men had before after her cold rejection. She was surprised to see him still there, his curious raise of his eyebrow and how he turned in his stool to look at her was something she hadn't expected. She moved her drink to her lips again as she spoke and instead of sipping to enjoy it she quickly drank it down. She didn't know how to deal with men like this, her last boyfriend had been a push over compared to her strong willed nature and she had been the one that wore the pants in the relationship. She didn't know how to manipulate a man like this with a personality just as strong as her own.

She signaled the bartender and the man was good before she could complain that it wasn't in her hands yet it was. She lifted it to take a sip this time, she could already feel the first two drink kicking in and she needed to make sure she was in control of herself. She was always the one in control, she was always dominant in her relationships and it threw her off not to be in control now. "If your not just here to fuck me and leave why are you still here? To get to know me?" she said with a bit of a laugh, she was trying to get control of the situation and the very scramble for control was apparent.

Xavier knew he had her now. He looked into her eyes. A hint of a smile came across his face. "I am not that kind of a man." he said, then paused... "Unless that is the kind of man you need right now." Is that the kind of man you need?" Is that the kind of man you want?"

Xavier grinned as he noticed the alcohol consumption she took upon herself. Two drinks already, he must have a strong impression on her, a very strong one that induced her need to forget him. He was hardly going anywhere at the moment, nope, he had paid for his drink, and he was close to being done, that the case he ordered another round to match her own. Had he been a normal human, he would be spouting out his rage, questioning why she didn't accept him as a sex partner, that or he would start the abuse right off the bat. Her friends were nearby, and as flat chested and unattractive as they seemed, they still were a formidable front, far more then she was at the moment. Xavier knew that in the end, he had to beat her with his suave and cool motions, he could just taste his success, if not now...soon.

"This is a club right? A place to drink alone or in company, if that is the case, I am merely here to drink and take whatever is in my way. At the moment, we are both sitting here, so there is no harm in talking now is there? You are an attractive woman, yes, so, cheers to you having a level head." Xavier accepted his new martini and downed it in one gulp, prolonging the passage of the alcohol going into his system. It was nice to have all this patience, if he could crack through her defenses, he might get what he wants, if he can't, there were...other ways.

She was growing frustrated now as he still sat besides her, she sighed softly now giving up on chasing him off and if he wanted to sit next to her then she couldn't do much about it. She some how knew that if she got up and went somewhere else he would follow her. "Fine if you wish to talk then talk." she said simply as she raised her glass as he did to be polite and she watched as he downed he new martini rather quickly. He could hold her liquor unlike she could because she could already feel her mind clouding and to keep up with him she down hers as well but didn't order another.

Fighting him like this was growing tiring and she was sick of it. If he wanted to talk her ear off she might as well let him and maybe he might prove to be interesting. She relaxed against the bar now putting he elbow up so she could rest her head in her hand and she looked up at him as waiting for him to ask her something. She could see her friends not far watching to make sure that she was alright and she waved them off to leave her be. She didn't liked to be fussed over and if they hung out watching over her they would never have their fun that they had come her for.

As they finally ran off to head back onto the dance floor she gave a soft sight and turned her attention back to him. She was beginning to feel a slight buzz and it was slowly getting worse. "So was there something in particular that you wanted to talk about?"

Xavier watched as she downed her drink, yet strayed away from even ordering another. The alcohol was moving about in her system, he could almost see into her body as the chemicals were speeding up, her brain was probably fluctuating in any decent thoughts. Ordering another drink he held his martini aloof in his hand, not really bothering to touch it yet. Keeping his sights on her he thought of what the two of them could talk about. "What would you say you enjoy the most of life?" Xavier let his accent slip again and adjusted his collar of his red button up shirt. Again the dancers were assembling for another one of their dances, most of which he calculated would resort in different partners then before.

It did his mind wonders to know she had her friends go farther away. Moving his finger along the rim of his glass, he pictured breaking a piece of the glass, slowly inserting it into her soft fresh skin. Though, he figured giving her such a nick or piercing would best be, yet again, used for another time. "What I take out of life, is that you only live once. Once you are dead, the things that you once longed to do...will never come back to you. So yes, life is something of interest to me." Xavier, though a dominant and aggressive vamp, had ideals as a youth. In all honesty, it wasn't far from him to even have romance...without caring so much for the pain and sex.

"Did your parents ever talk to you about life? About the harshness and limited opportunities out there? About gaining something so grand, that you'd never want to let it go?" Xavier turned in his chair and raised an eyebrow.

She watched him as he ordered another martini and she wondered how he could drink so much without it affecting her like it affected her. She moved to look back up at him now as he asked his question and it made any eyebrow peak in curiosity. "What i enjoy most in life." she repeated his question now and she simply looked at him as he answered it for himself. She watched as he moved his finger over the rim of his glass and she wonder just what he was thinking about. She felt a sudden chill run down her spine as if he was thinking about doing something dark to her but she ignored the feeling.

She agree in what he said about only living once and doing what you want in this life before your dead but it almost seemed to depressing to her. "Yes but if you always thing of death you can't live your life to the fullest." she said almost with a cocky smile now, the liquor was having a great affect on her now and it rather piss her off somewhat to lost the bit of control. When he mentioned her parents she frowned a bit, "No my parents never talked to me about such things...they weren't a large part of my life. I learned very early that if i wanted something i would have to work for it and nothing was out of my reach. Ive learned that its not what you have in this life but who you surround yourself with." She turned to look at her friends on the dance floor, "They may act like idiots sometimes but i would trade them for the world." she said with a bright smile and turned to look at him now. "You could say they make my life interesting." she said with a wild giggled as one of her friends with picked up off the dance floor by another guy, the liquor with starting to affect her her thought process and she was starting not to care anymore.

Xavier wore a grin as she questioned him with his own question, it was as if she was digesting it and launching an essay retort. Sure he had a drink before him, but it didn't really matter if one more drink entered his system. He was a vampire, he had outdrank not only humans, but vampires, his own kind. His power could take on 10 humans, his intelligence of stealth kept him alive to this point. This town was the only one not screaming for his blood after the murders he did. Just the mere glances she turned towards him alerted him to the fact that she was on to him, but yet, the drunkeness came into her eyes the next second. Keeping silent, he looked at his drink. The question wasn't really hard, in fact, some had it thought out, and if he were a professor, or a teacher, they'd hand it in willingly.

"That is what I once thought," he said somberly, "to not think of death...to live my life to the fullest. What is that saying people say...people change...no matter what happens next in the world? Whether another person dies...or another war is averted? It is different really, passing from one generation to the next." Now that he was dead, it was all he thought about, to have conquered death...and yet...he couldn't truly live his life to the fullest. "Parents can be there for you...but if they have lives that are messed up...advice is never warranted. Friends...here today...gone tomorrow." Xavier took his drink to his lips and downed the martini. Feigning the human weakness he leaned forward and gave her a cocky grin. "If life is to be lived to its fullest...why are you playing it safe? Haven't you ever wanted to be...bold?" Xavier asked wanting yet another martini. The bartender shook his head, yet he was paid to give drinks, not to simply wave him away.

She listened to his words and in her hazy of drunkenness they only seemed to upset her. She could tell that he couldn't of had a good life so far if he was talking in such a way with that another chill ran down her spine as if warning her to get out while she could but her body simply wouldn't move. She stayed were she was watching him as he downed another drink, he now had just as much as she did assuming he didn't have anything to drink before hand and she couldn't see any sign of the liquor affecting him.

His next words only pushed her over the edge and as the bartender shook his head to say no to his order of another drink she turned to give the bartender an evil look. He set off to make another drink as Lilla slid from her bar stool and moved closer to him with a fake smile along her lips. "You think i'm playing safe just because i won't sleep with you or act like a whore out on the dance floor?" The bartender set the martini down besides him and she paid for her drinks as well as his last one. She turned back to look at him now, "You know nothing of my life or what i've been through to get were i am..." She couldn't take a moment more of him and with that she stepped away from him turning her back to him and walking away.

Her friends looked at her concerned and she stopped to give her friend a kiss on her cheek. "Happy birthday Alicia but i need to get home...oh don't worry ill be fine walking i didn't have that much to drink." With that she slipped out the back door into an alley way, she breathed a sigh of relief once the fresh air hit her lungs and a moment later she pulled out a cigarette lighting it to take a small puff. She stood a few feet inside the alley, she could be seen if someone was looking but the shadows kept her form hidden. She just wanted to rest against to cold bricks to clear her head while she sucked down the cigarette.

Xavier smiled in gratitude as she paid for his drink. Money wasn't hard for him to obtain, far from it, but he wasn't about to deny her the pleasure to by his drink. The bartender looked like a tasty treat, and owning a bar didn't seem too far out of his league. After becoming a vampire, he had owned a bar for a short period of time. It was from there he started picking out his prey, giving drinks that heavier alcohol in it to give them a rush...and then have it pay heavily on their relfexes. Xavier watched her closely, kept in contact the fact that his growing temptation to do things to her was becoming harder to resist. Though, he could see the toll his life speech was causing a whirl of emotion to cross her face.

"I think she is playing safe...because she wants to uphold that strong woman supremacy, that she doesn't want to be like her friends." Xavier said to the bartender, who merely was cleaning glasses and not really giving a damn about him. Shaking his head he finished his last drink and left the stool. Keeping her in his vision, he walked out the front way. The last words she said to her friends, would indeed be her last. Holding the cup he had drinken the martini in, he kept to the shadows, letting his vampiric senses heighten. He could hear the footsteps, could smell the intoxicated blood, could even hear the lighter on the cigarette. Grinning he hugged the shadows and peered in, letting his footsteps become lighter.

Once he was near enough to her, he had a playful smile spread across his face. Using the speed that came with a vampire, he groped her butt cheeks and then ducked into the shadows again. Flipping the loose piece of glass from the cup, he noticed several points of interest he could pierce the flesh, make a mark that showed she had been into trouble...some that he wondered if it would be enjoyable for both. In fact, he was tempted to give that tush of hers another grope...a slap here...if he could get her to his place...oh the torture.

She had the strange sensation that she was being watched and her eyes moved along the streets as she looked out at them. She had been inhaling a drag of smoke when it felt as if someone had grasp her ass and it caused her to cough out the mouthful of smoke. She coughed a few times before she turned around to stair into the darkness that had behind her and the sorce of the gasp on her ass. "Who's there?" she demanded an answer now as she stepped into the shadows, her gut told her to run but her mind was far to hazed to even hear what it was saying and she moved deeper.

She dropped her cigarette to the ground and stamped it out now into the stone ground. She disappeared into the shadows no longer able to be seen from the streets and that uneasy feeling overwhelmed her body. She reached into her purse now pulling out a taser she bought a while ago and never came across a reason to use the thing but something told her to keep it at hand.

Xavier laughed as she questioned who did that. Yeah right, reveal himself and let the secret out of the bag. Flipping the glass about again he followed her as she moved on. Did she honestly think that leaving here now, would keep him from her? From the first time he noticed her dancing close to her buddies, he knew she was the perfect one for him. She had the mannerisms that he liked in a woman, and, she had an opinion. Keeping to the shadows he leaned forward and that was when he noticed the taser. The thing could ruin him from ever getting a chance at a frontal attack, so he had to stick to her lovely rear. Timing was important, so letting out a little sigh he slid the piece of cup along in front of her neck, positioning it by her throat.

"Oh, just someone who is dieing to spend more time with you," Xavier gave her butt a hard spank and kept the piece of glass from slipping. While he did this, he slid his hand around her hip and held her hand with the taser. "You wouldn't want to be using that on me now...would you?"

She didn't even hear anyone come up behind her as she suddenly felt something sharp move to her throat and her body instantly went stiff as she felt it press to her flesh. When his voice finally broke the silence she growled softly at him, she knew just who was pressing the cool glass against her throat and she was kicking herself now for leaving the bar alone. She knew better then that and should of gotten into a cab to get home quickly. But now she was here at this man's mercy as long as the glass was press against her skin, she jumped as he he spanked her ass and her body shook as he slide a hand around her hip.

His touch on her body made chills run down her spine and she watched his hand moved to hers that held the taser. She didn't want to do anything that would cause him to cut her so she dropped the taser to the ground and she could feel it land by her feet. "No i would never do such a thing..." she said through her teeth now, his hand felt frozen to her and as he was pressed against his body she noticed his entire body was cold then her own. It was odd and it made her wonder just who he was or what he wanted of her.

Xavier felt relieved no fight came from her. Had that taser gone off, she would've been, shall he say, cut short of her life span. He could tell she was either in her late teens or early 20's merely by the size of her body growth. At this moment in time, he was the dominant one in control, steering this whichever way pleased him the most. Adjusting his grip on the piece of glass, he was glad his place was nearby, turning into a bat now would cost him his catch, and she would probably grow smarter next time he saw her. Xavier hadn't been with a woman for months, and she was the first one he had met in this town. Pulling her along out of the alley, he steered them to an apartment complex.

"You wouldn't...lies don't get you favor points now young miss," he tells her, his lips pressed against her ear. "Now...it is time we let loose, though, the alcohol by now must've already done most of that. I can tell by your frozen body...that you will be giving me trouble. Well...as the Russians say...we have ways...of making you talk." Xavier licked her earlobe and shoving the door in with his strength, he followed the darkness inside.

She moved her free hand up to his arm that held the glass to her neck, she pulled on it slightly to give her some room to breath and not make it so the very act didn't cause her neck to get cute. She tired to resist him as he pulled her along but her moments were too collected and she was kicking herself for drinking as much as she did. She stumbled a few times losing one of her high heels and later down the street she kicked to other so she could walk right. His lips pressed against her ear caused another chill to run down hers spine and his breath on it was icy cold.

"Of course i going to give you trouble...like i'm really going to make it easy for you to take advantage of me..." she said as she tried to fight off the growing hazy of the liquor on her mind, her body grew even more stiff as he told her he would have way of getting her to do as he wanted and she jumped as he licked her earlobe. She tired to pull against him as he shoved the door to what she assumed was his apartment open but he pulled her inside with out much trouble. He was stronger then her, much stronger and anything she did made her seem like she was a powerless child fighting against an adult.

Her clouded mind told her to beg him to let her go as he pulled her into the darkness but she bit her tongue her pride being far too great to stoop down to that level.

"You just don't learn do you?" Xavier said in a soothing tone, one that he had trained to pay sympathy to his victims over the years. "Struggling is a sure sign that more pain will be inflicted up on you. Now...don't mind the darkness, I live in it most of my life, so I'm sure you too, will grow accustomed to it." Xavier had a dimlight playing through from the window, and the things she would see, well, he knew the imagination girls like her had, even in an intoxicated state. Xavier lived alone, this place, bought and paid for...having killed the landlord in a single swoop from the ceiling. There were tables with wrist binds, to hold his victims down as he did as he pleased. There were cuffs, there were prodding objects that pierced the flesh, much like his glass he held.

Xavier threw her to the floor then, letting her feel how rough it was. Walking back to the door he closed it shut, if he wanted her to escape, that was the only way he would allow her. That beautiful and rich body of hers did not turn up in his mind well, should flight be a risk. Moving his hand through his dark hair, letting his rich brown eyes take in her fallen form, he thinks of what to do. "Have you ever had your skin pierced...by glass miss? Oh I'm sorry, I didn't even get your name...what would that be?" He inquired holding the glass up for inspection.

He was a pro at this, and aiming for non vital points like veins was his key to holding onto his women for a long time. Though, for a vampire his age, each day was growing slim, and love was just never around...willingly. Who could love a vampire?

"Women are stubborn...and i'm one of the worst of them." she said with a bit of a grunt as he pulled her into the darkness, she looked around now that what filled his apartment and the very sight of it all shut her right up. What kind of sick man had this kind of stuff and she just realized that she was going to find that out.

As he tossed her onto the floor she held her hands out to break her fall and she looked up over her shoulder so see him walk back to the door to close and lock it. She needed to figure out how to get out of here and quickly before he hurt her but her body was so scared at all the tables and devices around her she could hardly move. She turned onto her back now as he came back after her again, she looked up at him now with a bland look on her face and her eyes moved to the piece of glass in his hands. She could feel his eyes looking over her form, "No..." she said with a bit of a shudder and she swallowed hard as her asked her if she had even had her skin pierced by glass.

Lilla had always been a careful person when she was little and had never broken anything in her youth. As he asked her her name she didn't whether to tell him the truth or lie but before she make up a fake name her real one slipped out from between her lips. "Lilavandra....Lilla..." she moved a hand over her mouth now as if to shut herself up and keep her from revealing anything else about herself.

"It is nice to meet you Lilla," Xavier said with a sneer plastered on his lips, "my name is Xavier. Now that we have met each other, it is only important to let you in on this place of mine. There are devices of sheer joy, just waiting around in rust to have a person like you in them. It isn't everyday that a woman of your caliber is taken here, in fact, this is the first time I have had a woman here. Truth be told, I haven't been in town long. Stubbornness, if that is what you think is a turn off for me, then you are talking to the wrong guy. Speaking of which, comfty?" Xavier approached her and with his knee pressed down between her legs, he eased the piece of glass forward.

"Now...we can do this easy way...or the hard way. The thing about easy, is that well, you won't notice the pain as much. Now, what I ask of you, is that you keep perfectly still, pieces of glass like this have been known to tear very vital veins, like the usage of v's?' Xavier stared deeply into her eyes, his knee still between her legs on a area, she probably would not want a guy's knee in. "This will be over before you can sing the song of a Beatles a hard days night." Xavier began to ease her shirt up, exposing her skin and bellybutton. Smiling he put the piece of glass in a down position.

"Say...ow," Xavier placed the piece of glass to her skin and sank it into her stomach. The piece of glass drew a tiny dew of blood. Sniffing the blood, he almost craved to have a taste, but woudln't scare her...yet. Piercing her skin again, he loved it, this was indeed great, and this would show her what was in store...should she fight him.

Xavier, she would remember that name forever. She didn't know what he was going to do with her but she could picture the worst. She didn't like the sneer plastered on his lips and it didn't make her feel any better when he told her she was the first women he brought here. Her plan of being suborn to get him to lose interest in her only made him more and it seemed that she had dug her own grave with him. She shifted as he asked her if she was comfy and she winced as he knee down on her between her legs.

She swallowed slowly now as he told her to hold still and she didn't move an inch as she stared down into her eyes. she didn't know what he was talking about, why her, she had such a peaceful day and down it had ended like this. She held her breath as he pushed her dress up to expose her stomach and she didn't move an inch as he moved the piece of glass above her. She wanted to move, to get away from him and escaped the pain she knew was coming but her body lay there frozen in place.

Her stomach jumped as she felt the glass press light against her flesh and once it sank into her skin she screamed out in pain her fingers gripping into the carpet underneath her. Her cry died soon after as her pulled it from her flesh and she could feel a bit of her blood pool on the surface. The pain moved over her body beginning to numb her body with it, when he pierced her again her body jumped but this time she didn't scream and simply gasped out at it. She lay there motionless now her eyes clouded as she looked up at him, she had never experienced such pain before and she was almost in shock from it all.

Despite herself she didn't fight him, if this what she was to get when she didn't fight him she would hate to find out what he would do if she did. She hated to just lay here taking it and she wanted more then anything to get him back for what he was doing to her. When ever she got the chance she would make sure she showed him what he was doing to her.