Dark Temptation... (pm for invite)

[monique_minx]

Mariska watched as the drugs started to take hold on Elysia’s nervous system, they would start by shutting down all sensation in nerve endings and finish by seizing upon her muscles bit by bit. Elysia already found it difficult to speak but she managed some of the softest words that Mariska might have missed had it not been for her vampiric hearing.

“Wha…what were those tablets for?”

Mariska turned from where she was setting up a table filled with instruments and she pulled a cosmetic mirror from next to Elysia’s shoulder, extending the arm from the wall as she smiled in a comforting manner that held underlying trepidation.

“To help you relax dear. Obviously if you were having trouble a moment ago simply seeing me then you need something to help you…keep your eyes open. Those will do…for now.” Mariska moved the mirror in front of Elysia’s face and angled it so the girl would have a complete view of her own face, “See? You’re completely fine dear.”

Mariska turned and carefully laid the last few instruments on the bedside table, out of Elysia’s peripheral vision but for a bit of silver, she spoke as she did her set up, “You know, cosmetic surgery is working wonders for women these days. You can make your tits bigger, smaller…fucking rectangles if you wanted. Nose jobs, eye lifts, fatter lips…truly amazing stuff. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a cosmetic surgeon you know? But then, the training simply takes too long…I think I’d be good at it, I’m really very talented.” Mariska spun around, scalpel in hand and a feral smile on her lips.

“Wanna see?” She giggled manically and leaned forward, her free hand cupping Elysia’s chin as her thumb brushed the woman’s cheek. Mariska did this for a moment before her eyes lit up like two mean Tigers eyes.

“Numb?…” She murmured the rhetorical question and brought the scalpel forth, letting Elysia watch her reflection as the razor sharp blade made a cold indent along her cheek without ever cutting into her skin, “So soft…” Mariska muttered the quiet observation to no one in particular.

“Did you ever wonder what you’d look like with a wider smile? Bigger eyes? A smaller nose maybe?” Mariska leered but posed the questions very seriously, “I think we could fix it…cut the tip off…” The blade scraped the end of Elysia’s nose without marking her…yet.

“Now I warn you…I tend to get a little excited when we kick off…” She grinned in a predatory manner, “Just the blood…it really gets to me.” Mariska brought the blade to Elysia’s cheek, “I’m going to give you a really unforgettable face pretty girl. Beauty is pain, remember that. Every man will turn to stare at you in the street, unable to forget that face…” She giggled again as the scalpel turned menacingly and made a small neat slice down Elysia’s cheek, blood slowly spilling forth.

“Oh…” Mariska’s eyes darkened, her pupils dilated rapidly as the sweet scent of Elysia’s blood filled her nostrils, “So nice…”

She leaned down and licked a trail up Elysia’s cheek before she reached the metallic taste of blood, her tongue curled up and she took her time lapping at it before she drew back and used her fingertips to claim droplets from the corners of her mouth; popping each finger in and out of her mouth in a satisfactory manner.

“God…its been too long since I’ve had real blood…” She spoke to the ceiling before she dropped her eyes to Elysia, “You have no idea how disgusting cancer patients’ blood is.” She feigned a shudder, “Really, that disease just ruins it for everyone. But not yours…” The back of Mariska’s hand brushed against Elysia’s uninjured cheek, “No, yours is sweet and pure…and so fucking delicious…”

“So, what’s next?” Mariska asked her, smiling sweetly as she brandished the blade again.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Trinity didn't even have time to sort through what John had just told her before he darted away toward Elysa's room. Trinity's heart picked up its beat yet she wasn't sure from what. Was it because she again assumed the wrong thing about John or was it because she knew danger lurked close if even he noticed it.

Trinity raced behind him toward Elyisa's room, expecting the worse and preparing herself for it. Why was John so concerned with Elysia or even herself in that matter? Trinity could watch over Elysia and take care of herself in the process. She had been doing it for years and yet John is fearful of what other people will do to her?

It didn't make sense to Trinity, but she pushed though thoughts away as they reached Elysia's door. It was closed and Trinity didn't remember closing it. Her heart jumped in her throat, imagining the worse. Trinity prayed that she was wrong and that a nurse checking on her closed it, but she prepared herself as she always did.

Before she could second guess her actions her own fingers of power reached out, testing the emptiness where evil dwelled. She felt it and it was in fact coming from Elysia's room. Trinity moved toward Elysia's room, forgetting about John even being there. Her sole concern was to protect Elysia.

Trinity's hand touched the door knob a moment before John gripped her arm and held her back. She tried to pull from him but it was a hopeless attempt. Her head turned and her eyes landed on him, but he wasn't looking at her, he was looking over her. Trinity stopped trying to pull from him, trusting that he wouldn't wish harm on Elysia either.

 

[ShyMystica]

“See? You’re completely fine dear.”

Fine...fine? Elysia had always found the word ‘fine’ to be a little...hypocritically two-defined. It was the word that held no real meaning, since it seemed to be only used when you were trying to convince others of your stability, when in actual fact you were the complete opposite. Like now, for instance, she found herself paralysed and at the mercy at a blood-crazed lunatic. She was as far from ‘fine’ as one could ever be! She needed to move, to get away, to run, to flee, to fight...to anything!

Yet the more she struggled against her new-found paralysed state, the more her world tightened around her, suffocating her, her body becoming an infinitely tight prison which barely contained her racing mind. She tried to scream, and nothing. More nothing!

The mirror forced her to see each emotion as it raced through her eyes. Fear, desperation, anger...it was all there, radiating intensely from Elysia’s usually calm gaze. It was a look she had seen before, but not from her own gaze. She had seen it from the eyes of the blonde brute in the alleyway, a look that warned of a soul in frantic desperation, with nothing to lose and everything to gain. That same gaze was staring back at her, but from her own sea-green eyes. With a monumental amount of effort, Elysia willed her gaze to take in the rest of her face. She was pale, even for naturally fair complexion; the dark rings that hung from her eyes making her look more ghostly then human. A deep purple bruise disappeared under a white bandage above her right eye, evidence of her altercation in the alley way. Even her lips dry and seemingly empty instead of plump as they usually were. Yet it was the look in her eyes that kept her gaze returning.

Outside her current consciousness Elysia heard the nurse continue to set instruments upon the bedside table and babble to herself, seemingly lost in the sound of her own voice. She could hear her shuffling next to her, smell her over-powering European perfume mixed with the indescribable scent of death, suffocating Elysia’s senses. She tried to move to put distance between them, yet her body remained limp. She tried to speak, to tell the nurse to back away, to call for help, but again, nothing. It was if her body had become completely detached from her mind. There was no pain, not even a twitch of an itch...there was just nothing. The only thing she seemed able to control were the movements of her eyes; even her breath and heartbeat continued to slow despite her rise in panic.

The drug, whatever it was, continued to dull every bodily sensation. Yet every other sense seemingly magnetised. Each slow thump of her heart brought with it intense awareness; the brightness of the room reaching almost blinding proportions as her eyes adjusted to the effects of the tablets, every sound amplified to near crystal clear clarity. She could hear the nurse moving beside her, placing stainless steel objects on the bedside table, rather small instruments by the sound of the clank. She could hear the air conditioner clunk and rattle as it pushed out the unnaturally cool air; even the nurses outside at the nursing station as they chatted and giggled amongst each other. The scent of sterilised instruments, even Trinity’s vanilla cherry scent, though faint, remained behind.

“Wanna see?”

The nurse’s intention was clear, she wanted to torture her, slow and inwardly agonizingly, the mirror a tool to allow Elysia to watch her own torment. Elysia’s stomach twisted in terror at the thought of being unable to stop her. She watched in complete helplessness as the nurse cupped her cheek, yet there was no warmth to the gesture, the woman’s evil laugh destroying any delusions of innocent intentions about her in the process. Inwardly she cursed herself for not telling Trinity. Why? What had stopped her? The absurdity of how the truth sounded? But it was just that! The truth!

“Numb?…”

The scalpel drew all other thoughts to a screaming halt, Elysia’s eyes locked onto the blade as it drew across her cheek. Every move the nurse made caused a slither of fear to coil around her soul, tightening its grip in an inward chill. While unable to feel the coolness of the blade, she could feel the pressure as it dug into her skin, the indent turning whiter under the pressure of the blade, leaving behind a red trail of unmarked skin as it trailed down her cheek.

“Did you ever wonder what you’d look like with a wider smile? Bigger eyes? A smaller nose maybe? I think we could fix it…cut the tip off…”

The nurses’ vague threat sounded all warning bells within Elysia’s mind. She silently begged for Trinity to return, to barge right in and stick that god damned scalpel right between the nurse’s eyes. She begged and prayed to God, Budda, any fucking deity to intervene and stop this madness. Still there was nothing but the cool chill of fear tightening around her soul. The blade teasing across the tip of her nose brought all light of hope to a smashing halt. There was no escape, not this time. Her panic grew to new heights as she watched the blade slowly scrape across the tip of her nose. Her pupils dilated, ricocheting frantically from left to right; desperate to see what lay beyond her field of sight.

“Now I warn you…I tend to get a little excited when we kick off…just the blood…it really gets to me. I’m going to give you a really unforgettable face pretty girl. Beauty is pain, remember that. Every man will turn to stare at you in the street, unable to forget that face…”

A predatory grin brought Elysia’s focus back to the nurse’s movements, the blade once again finding place upon her cheek. Hopelessness settled within her. There was no escape, only that through death. And she had the feeling the nurse wished to torture her before that sweet release was granted. The nurse’s giggle echoed within her mind as the blade pushed into the plump flesh of her cheek. There was no pain, yet the psychological torture was brutal. The world seemingly slowed as she horrifically gazed upon the blade; her skin turning white under the pressure of the scalpel before finally giving way; a small pool of blood gathering under the blade before trickling down her cheek to pool on the fabric below; the overpowering scent of copper filling her senses as the blade continued down her cheek in a neat, long slice.

Elysia vaguely heard the nurse responding, yet the agonizing screams within her own mind drowned out any other noise. All she could do was watch as the nurse leaned forward to lick up the trail of blood of her cheek, almost like a deranged, starving animal. While it only lasted a few moments, it seemingly rolled into an eternity before the nurse finally rose off her, licking her fingertips in a gesture of lustful triumph; the pop of each finger causing Elysia’s very soul to lurch in disgust.

“God…it’s been too long since I’ve had real blood…You have no idea how disgusting cancer patients’ blood is. Really, that disease just ruins it for everyone. But not yours…no, yours is sweet and pure…and so fucking delicious…”

Elysia watched intently as the nurse stroked her uninjured cheek; the coldness to the gesture not going unnoticed despite her lack of feeling. Yet, it helped seal Elysia’s mind that there was no escape. She would die here, at the hand of a maniac.

“So, what’s next?”

A cold silence finally resonated within Elysia's mind at the realisation. She didn’t need to fight, not that she could given the current circumstance. There was peace in the knowledge that she would die without pain. Not that she really believed in God, but the thought of being with her parents once more filled her with a blinding joy she couldn’t remember feeling before. Her emerald eyes swelled, the joyous tears softly streaming down her cheek as she watched nurse flick the blade before her face. The light from the blade was almost blinding; absorbing her sight as she basked her new found peace. With a silent plea resonating from her eyes for it to end quickly. The nurse slowly lowered the blade across Elysia's cheek before settling upon her throat. Bracing herself for the final violent attack from the nurse, she inwardly thanked that Trinity wasn't here, that she was safe and sound. While it was true that Elysia found herself in this situation for stepping in to save the poor woman in the alleyway, she found more peace in the knowledge that Trinity would live and never suffer from that man again. Peace...finally Elysia would have peace.

 

[LucianDevine]

As John pushed the door open, in a matter of seconds, his senses picked up on everything that was going on in the room, from the vampire by Elysa's side, to the scalpel in her hand, the blood on Elysa's cheek, right down to her eyes open, showing that she was conscious for all of this.

In the very next moment, almost before he knew it, John was surging across the room, his hand reaching for the bitch at Elysa's side, catching her by the throat as his momentum carried him past the bed, his hand lifting her off the ground as he pressed her against the wall, his hand starting to tighten around her neck as his power surged wildly, warding anyone and everyone else away from the room.

Through it all though, John never once used his powers on the bitch he held by the throat. He didn't want her paralyzed or submissive. No, he wanted to see the look in her eyes as he killed her, killed her for what she'd done.

 

[monique_minx]

Mariska never had that moment to fight before John was upon her with speed beyond that of a human. He made the mistake of acting in anger and giving himself away. Although, now that he was so close; Mariska wondered how she’d not sensed him before now. She then realized that she had been wrapped up in Elysia so Mariska berated herself for a moment and then let it slide as John’s hand encircled her throat. She might have been more concerned if she had needed to breathe - perk of being a vampire, she supposed.

It took Mariska all of a few seconds dangling inches above the ground to remember the scalpel she still wielded in her hand. Her fist tightened around the blade and lifted it slowly, calculating as her eyes glinted menacingly. Her lips contorted into some wild, fiery grimace and she slashed viciously at John’s wrist, forcing him to drop her.

Mariska hit the ground running, setting herself up to defend rather than attack. She took one glance at Elysia and then looked back at John with a twisted smirk.

“You are brave to attack me, you feel strong, no? But how would you feel if you had to fight…her?” Mariska pointed to Elysia, “Feeling.” Mariska whispered to Elysia across the room, giving feeling back to her extremities instantly; in spite of the drugs in her system.

“Attack the male vampire…” Mariska grinned, watching Elysia’s feeble attempts to fight her condition as she moved mechanically, “I don’t know why you fight me vampire. You know the rules with regard to those admitted after a vampire encounter. Why do you fight me?”

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Trinity knew that vampires were fast creatures, she had seen it before, but one minute John was there and the next he was gone and the sounds of a limited struggle came out to greet her. Not only that but a sudden wash of power rode over her flesh, sending chills of terror from her and yet she knew it wasn't the case.

Trinity stepped to the open door and taking in the sight as the vampire sliced at John and dropped to her feet. Trinity got a good look at the vampire's back, like Trinity wasn't even a concern to her. Trinity stepped slowly into the room and closed the door behind her. There was no need in having the hospital break out in concern with what was going on in the room.

The moment Trinity heard the hush between the door and the door jam her eyes glanced to Elysia. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, Elysia was struggling to stand, to follow the vampire's orders and yet Trinity knew that John would do everything in his power not to harm Elysia. Trinity's eyes moved back to the vampire in question for a brief moment let her power slip from her, only to caress over the vampire as an incitement to a better meal.

Trinity stayed pressed to the door, almost like she was frozen in fear of what was going on. Giving off the impression that she was a frightened deer caught in someone's headlights. It was always a nice trick to play and she hoped that between her and John Elysia wouldn't be damaged anymore than she already had been by this bitch.