Dark Temptation... (pm for invite)

[EzraPound]

Outwardly John remained calm and still as the tornado that is Renee began to form, inwardly he cringed, but he had been with her a long time,so he knew what to expect. Fear was what she wanted, and he would not be afraid nor would he attract attention to him self. He watched mildly, as she threw the vase ,then groaned as people came out to see what was going on."Stupid fools" he chided them silently, thier wide eye stares would only attract attention and right now anything she laid her eyes on she would destroy.

John knew there was something between Alejandro and Renee, knew they had been lovers once, knew she was the one who turned him...."Yes" John thought how did he break her control.? Suddenly she turns her attention on some fool and in a display of her power and speed she carelessly breaks him cutting him open then flings him like a rag doll across the entry, slamming into a wall smashing the drywall then he is forgotten just as fast. The the girl makes the nearly fatal mistake of showing emotion. Showing she cared for the fool.

John learned long ago ,that Renee had little time or patients for sentiment.Still watching her try and break that poor girl,there was a spark of anger..."no" he tried to stamp it out, he couldn't get angry ..not with Renee....that what she liked..how she controlled him.

Then she turned to him, her hips swaying suddenly looking the wide eyed innocent he felt his resentment grow..along with his lust ,flashes of her body racked in ecstasy and the feeling of power ...he tried Taking a deep breath but as she neared it was hopeless this little girl shaped demon had done this to him..his existence was her fault! As she wrapped her body around him He embraced her his blood boiling he squeezed her viciously , walking up the stairs ,sending the other scattering. For they had heard, they knew what happened when John took Renee to bed.

His anger mounting as they got closer, her scent sliding into his brain .He wanted to hurt her now make her pay for what she had done to him .He wanted to see her cry with his cock buried deeply in her,wanted to hear her screams. He felt the darkness over taking him as he made to nuzzle her neck baring his fangs , with his mind screaming out against it his body dose what it always dose...exactly what she wants it to ..and her blood poured into his mouth, and rage mixed with uncontrollable lust filled his mind.He pushed her throught the bed room door and slammed her against the wall. Her grunt of pain satisfying but her little girl giggle enraging him as he tore at her clothing his hand roughly grabing her beasts squeezing them pulling hard pinching harder, her nipples, twisting and pulling until she squealed. Then tearing his mouth from her neck he pressed his mouth to hers ,but this was no kiss as he ramed his tongue in to her mouth letting her taste her own blood. She bit down on it and his rage soared, tearing her from him and hurled her across the room on to the bed, her body slamming into the head board.

A sheik and movement caught his attention turning he saw the girl still hanging there,stalking over to her,screaming at her.

".you stupid little bitch!..was it what you thought it would be? did you let your self be turned? or did she just take you! "

Not waiting for an answer John tore the chains out of the ceiling and grabed the girl by the back of the neck shoving her, stumbling at the door..dragging the chains behind her..

"get the hell out of here! Run you stupid bitch! .."

There was giggling coming from the bed and John turned, his fury peaking now as leaped pining Renee by the neck his hand slamming down on her sex...She yelped loudly pouting but there was a hint of a smile to the edges of her lips.John grunted he needed to make her hurt! so he brought his hand down again harder she yowled again pouting..

"your hurting me!" she cried but her eyes told a difernt story...

"Oh! I am going to hurt you alright!.." grinding his teeth , and maybe this time he actually would..

 

[Daydream_weaver]

John’s rage was delicious, even more so than his blood. The small, fleeting bits of pain he dealt her made her hungrier for him than ever. She needed more, needed to build his rage to match the boiling morass that was always seething just below the surface in her own mind. She bit him and felt the rush of power just before he threw her to the bed. He was in fine form, so beautiful in his resentment and hatred of her. She couldn’t help but laugh in delight. This was just what she needed. John would take her mind off her troubles for a time. Not out of care for her, he had none. Nor out of choice, he had no choice either. Renee knew how to push him and he couldn’t help himself.

He chased her latest toy from the room and was on her like fury itself, his hand striking just right, the pain exquisite. Still Rene wanted more. She pouted up at him, dark eyes burning with hunger as she played the injured maiden.

"Oh! I am going to hurt you alright!.."

“You want to hurt me, John?” Renee’s voice dripped sweet confusion, her eyes brimmed with tears that looked so real. “After all we’ve been to each other?”

Hands curled into claws tore at his shirt, shredding and ripping often catching skin, until his torso was bare beneath her hands. Her touch softened, stroked his chest, teased his tiny male nipples.

“It’s been so long, John…” Renee whispered. She writhed sensuously beneath him, struggling against the hand that held her pinned to the bed. Her hands flattened against his chest and she looked up into his eyes. “No one understands me the way you do, John…my dear…sweet…John…”

Sharp nails dug into flesh and Renee tore into John’s skin. Blood splattered down on her and she felt her body respond. She didn’t care that she had taken more from him than usual already, she didn’t care that there was business to attend to. She was losing herself to the blood and the power and the pain still to come. Her back arched and she locked her legs around John’s waist, reaching to tear at his belt. Too much cloth was still between them.

A few drops of his blood fell on her lips and her tongue snaked out to taste. There was a flash of a face, a woman with dark red hair…the woman from the alley. Then it was gone. Renee felt a stab of jealousy and dug her fingers deeper into John’s chest muscles. She’d make him forget this other woman, make him lust only for her. Just as it had always been from the night she first saw him and decided to make him hers, no matter who she had to kill to have him.

Renee rarely offered her own blood. She didn’t trust anyone and she didn’t want to leave herself vulnerable. But she knew that for John her blood was like a drug. All it would take was one taste, once small taste and he would be rabid for more. He would be her beast, her wild raving creature…and he would give her what she needed.

She lay her fingertips on the swell of her left breast and stared up at him as she drew her nails across her skin. Three deep slashes opened in her creamy flesh and she watched his eyes, seeing when the scent of her blood hit him.

“Come, John…come and drink.” Renee’s voice was dark seduction, the voice that had drawn him to her centuries before. The same words that had lured him away. “Come be one with me…I will show you power unheard of, pleasure you cannot imagine.”

 

[EzraPound]

“You want to hurt me, John?” ...... “After all we’ve been to each other?”

Her voice so soft and innocent child like appearance had John off balance, relaxing his grip,barely noticing her ripping at his clothes..

“It’s been so long, John…”
“No one understands me the way you do, John…my dear…sweet…John…”

Her body wiggling underneath him, his mind spinning into a hundred altered reflections Leaving him open to his dark need, washing over him like a flash flood. He closed his eyes for a moment not able to look in to hers any more, afraid he might see the child,Pain clawed at him as her nails dug in to his flesh, her legs wrapped around him drawing his body closer to hers.Her sex grinding against his fanning the flames. He fought his impulses even as she pulled at tore at his clothing and his flesh. Flashes of that little girl, bringing intense pain into his mind, sending it fleeing..He felt Renee's body still underneath him, and looked down , her eyes drawing him in to her madness.. Then as she opened her breast,letting the dark red drug of his addiction gracefully pool in her cleavage.Unable to tear his eyes away before the scent of her blood renewed his lust.

“Come, John…come and drink.”
“Come be one with me…I will show you power unheard of, pleasure you cannot imagine.”

His mind lost to him he bent to her ,softly at first her blood flooding his tongue with her essence..Then her rage filled him and he saw a flash of a hand unlocking a door ..soft words.."..I think your kitty went down there.." The impact of it slowly winding it's way into his brain ..the rage built and his hand slowly renewed it's grip on Renee's neck with a desperate need to wring it, closing her air off, he grimaced as his other hand groped her sex, mercilessly driving two of his fingers deep in to her, his palm flat on her mound his grip like steel digging his fingers in to the sensitive place behind the cilt,Renee screamed as his finger tore the flesh there An evil grin of satisfaction twisting his face he lifted her off the bed, by neck and cunt, as his rage flared, knocking down the other inhabitants of the mansion with it force like a psychic bomb, *still sucking viciously on her breast then biting her and tearing away a piece of her soft flesh making her scream again, but his wail of pain frustration and all consuming lust blotted hers out.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Then bending his head, her blood poring from his mouth as he lifter her by neck and cunt and threw her onto the floor , watching her bounce .....and laugh!..The insolence like gas on the fire of his rage he went .flying after her .Pinning her again befor she could gain her feet. His cock throbing with his lust, giving him no choice but to fuck her to a bloody pulp. He lifted her forcing her over the chair her back to him,driving his cock deep in to her, and repeatedly slamming it in to her, his rage driving his strokes, the chair breaking under the strain. and screaming at her with all his hate..

.....WHY! you psychotic bitch...WHY! did you do this to ME!....WHY ME!..

Grabbing her hair and hauling back on it holding her up ,pulling stands of out as he kept renewing his grip he ramed his cock in to her each of her gasps and yelps urging him on, lifting her off the floor impaled on his angry red rod..



A part of John watched form some corrner in his mind knowing what she was doing ,knowing he was playing right in to her hands,but the rest of him was too far gone on his fury to care. and into this part came a soft voice....calling to him ,a fiamilre voice ..slowly calming the raging storm in Johns mind.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Lilith~twisted sister

Earlier in the evening~Lilith‘s last meal

Do I frighten you? Why? Look at me.

Lilith cupped her breasts gently, proffering them to the poor man who stood stock still, lust filled, lost in fear and desire. Her fingers trailed downward, over her flat belly to the curls which hid her womanhood from prying eyes. The poor sailor wanted to move, she knew it, his body yearning for her sweetness, her lush form, her gentle swells and curves.

So, then, do I frighten you?

She moved closer, her body swaying gently, her full breasts and rounded hips ticking in counterpoint. It wasn’t that she wanted to tease the poor man. She knew it was his time to die, she could see the darkness in his soul that bade her to feed, and feed well, from him. She didn’t want him frightened. Fear was a taste she did not relish. She wanted the sweetness of lust, the purity of arousal. THAT was the season best left upon her meals, that was what she worked to achieve. That piece of heaven which this man would never have, never receive, her grace, if she could grant it to him. Ease in dying.

She smiled, a flash of fang as her ruby red lips curved upward. Her long fingered hand reached out daintily to caress his face before moving downward to divest him of him shirt, ripping the buttons. She hugged him close, in his bound state, ripping the shirt down the back so that it hung in tatters. His pants were next. Her hands making short work of the denim. The smell of fear, of unwashed flesh rolled outward and into her face, causing a faint mew of distaste but she persevered. The best spot to feed, from man or woman, was the groin. No one fought when they were being pleasured.

She dropped to her knees before him, taking his soft member into her ripe mouth with a little sigh. The man hardened quickly as she laved him with spittle and tongue, sucking him with sweet gentleness that hid her real desire for the pulse located at the base. Eventually, she could feel his urgency and she throated him, nicking that pulsing place and drawing his blood out through the spot. The first rush of his orgasm and warm blood pushed her out of herself, made her remember when she was beloved of God. It was a joining, she took his life and cleansed him, in her own way. She gave him grace and peace. At least, that is what she believed. Though she was no longer God’s bride, she was still a caretaker for the care worn, the last bastion of grace they would ever have.

Service in the State Room

Allejandro had need of her and Lilith provided. Her mouth, her body, her soul if he required, her forever death if he said it was needful. In her mind, anything he said was the truth, period. No service was too degrading if he sought it. She couldn’t understand why her sister fought this, and didn’t look upon him as her new god. He was their creator, after all. His word was law or close enough as to make no never you mind.

She suckled him, taking him deep within her mouth, adoring him with mouth and throat muscles, her ass unencumbered by clothing . She stayed as naked as possible for him, all the time. Her holes were his to make use of, if he had need. Usually he didn’t, preferring the chase and rush of the hunt, the seduction, but when he was irate? Stressed? No one could please him like she could and she knew it. She closed her eyes, reveling in his taste, his scent, his hardness. Then she heard his words and allowed herself a soft sigh.

"Jezebel, have some compassion,"…."Your hermana, is in desperate need."

The first tentative swipe of Jez’s tongue was blissful but Lilith did not allow herself to respond. Her sister, her twin, her heart’s dearest love? It was soothing to Lilith, not sexual in the least, but of course Jezebel would never see it that way. She was so stuck on sin and on believing herself to be evil and in need of forgiveness. Forgiveness for what? For being what she was? Lilith didn’t buy it, not for a minute. She felt her creator had a reason for bringing them to darkness and if her old God chose not stop him, well then He must have plans for them as well.

Lilith allowed a small moan to escape and moved her hips in tandem with her suckling. Thought was no longer possible. Nor did it matter. She was as her creator willed and that was good enough for her.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Other people’s pain was lovely, but Renee needed something more. Something only a very few could give her. John had always been one who could be counted on to give her what she needed and tonight wanted more from him than he had ever given her before…and she knew how to get it. She called up the memory, the child and her kitten, her hand on the door…she fed the memory to John as surely as she fed him her blood.

Pain! Exquisite, beautiful pain! It blossomed through Renee fueling her lust like nothing else was able to. She screamed for him and still hungered for more. She lost herself in the haze of pain and blood and rage. She wanted to push him to the very edge of sanity. This time, perhaps…this time he would give her what she really sought. His anguished cry brought her so close, her release was building faster now as he slammed her to the floor and she laughed. The pure sweet laugh of a young girl in the first bloom of love, a mockery of all that was wholesome and sweet and of the light.

The force of his cock slamming into her had her hovering at the brink of release. Over and over, each manic thrust driving her higher until she was sure this would be the time…this would be the night she pushed him beyond his limits and he would truly give her what she craved.

Renee merged her mind with John’s wanting to feel it when he broke. His cries, his rage so intoxicating. She hovered at the very edge, her orgasm so close…she opened herself to it…welcomed it…and felt…a faint glimmer of calm, and it had a feminine flavor.

No! No…no…he couldn’t still be that much in control of himself. She needed him completely out of control. And yet she felt him begin to gentle, it was infinitesimal but it was still there. She felt her release slipping away from her and she screamed again. She writhed in his grip, ground herself onto his cock trying to get back that bliss she was losing. He still slammed his body against hers, still hated and raged, but it wasn’t enough now. Her body began to cool, even as her rage went white hot.

In a blinding flash of power she forced him away from her, sent his body flying backwards to slam into the wall. She was on him in a beat of her nonexistent heart. She tore at his flesh with her nails, gouged long furrows in his skin in her fury.

“Who is she?! Who?? How dare you come to me with another woman on your mind!” Renee dug her nails into his sides and pulled away strips of skin. “It’s that abomination isn’t it? I sent you to kill her and she turned you against me! I could kill you for betraying me this way!”
For a moment she considered doing just that, breaking him, destroying that which she had created, but something stopped her. She went still, a smile of pure evil crossing her face. Standing she walked away from John, head held high, her pose one of quiet dignity despite the blood and gore covering her naked body.

“Get out.” She said it quietly, her voice icy calm. She was beyond rage now. Now her mind was filled with poisonous vengeance…and vengeance is cold. “Go to her if she will have you. The next time you come before me will be the time you die a true death.”

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Trinity kept watch over Elysia while she slept. Time again she found herself gazing at the Elysia and trying to figure out what was so intriguing about her. Maybe it was because she reminded Trinity of the total opposite of herself. Trinity lost that innocence a long time ago, in fact she can't even recall being anything like Elysia. There was just something delicate in her and yet almost like a tiger hidden deep down.

Trinity remembered the strength Elysia showed trying to get Bowie off of her and even the fear in her eyes before Bowie knocked her away. She had some spunk to her and it made Trinity smile thinking about it.

Trinity's thoughts moved to John, she wondered where he was. It wasn't like him to just run off like that and not say anything to her, much less not reach out to her. Her thoughts grew until she found herself reaching out to him, touching him almost hesitantly. Rage, such rage she felt coming from John, it pulled a gasp from her lips before she covered her mouth. She didn't touch him for long, but just enough to feel that rage lessen in him. She pulled back to herself quickly, part of her worried about John while another part of her knew it would be bad to seek him out with that kind of rage inside of him.

Trinity had no idea what could make him that angry, but she tried to push the thought aside as Elysia stirred a bit, seeming to be caught in a dream. Trinity wrapped her fingers around her hand while her other hand moved up to brush some hair from Elysia's face. Trinity was trying to comfort Elysia, to pull her from whatever bad dream she may be having to a brighter one. Trinity's eyes moved over Elysia, she was a very beautiful woman and by the look of the drawings that Trinity could see, a very talented one as well.

Trinity ran her fingers through Elysia's hair as she slowly calmed from the dream. Her hair was like silk running through Trinity's fingers and her skin was the softest she had ever felt before. There was something special about her, Trinity could feel it, but she didn't know what it was.

Trinity continued to watch over her until the nights events took over and she had to rest her eyes if even for a moment. Her head laid down beside her hand still clasping Elysia's, slowly drifting off to sleep while taking in her scent, a scent that reminded Trinity of home and love.

 

[EzraPound]

Trough the storm of pain and fury in his mind he began to feel a warm calming,with just enough of a trace of where it came from for him to identify the sorce..Trinity..but how?
How could their conection be soo strong to be able to call him back from the edge of madness,still senseless pounding Renee, he felt her body stiffen..at first she was pushing back against his thrusts, but he was loosing his need fast.Suddenly he went flying, his head slamming in the the wall dazed ,he barly heard Renee's words,but her fury, he could feel as a visceral pressure..damn near blinding his senses. As she flew at him shredding his skin and flesh..

“Who is she?! Who?? How dare you come to me with another woman on your mind!”

John didn't bother to answer.

“It’s that abomination isn’t it? I sent you to kill her and she turned you against me! I could kill you for betraying me this way!”

He just laid there his mind a morass of pain, smiling faintly hoping..yes hoping Renee would make good on her threat.and end it for him..finally giving him what he knew he deserved..but instead she stood up smoothing her bloody torn clothes, collecting her self, and in a voice as cold as liquid helium she left him to deal with his own pain and conscience..Bitter and corrosive to the end she knew exactly how to hurt him

“Get out.”

He didn't move.

“Go to her if she will have you. The next time you come before me will be the time you die a true death.”

He didn't move few a few minutes,until the full impact of what she had said hit him,He was free of her! ..sure she would hunt him down like a dog until one of them was wiped from existence..but he no longer had to obey her...slowly getting to his feet ,deciding it was better to leave before she changed her mind and thought of something worse to do to him he gathered his clothes and carefully made his way to the door..and stopped..noise was coming from somewhere in the house,sounds of fighting! His mind a mess he dared not reach out ,he was not in control,far to dangerous to be found now in his weakened condition. No longer bound to Renee retreat was his only option..besides what did he care for Vampire politics now?
Making his way down the stairs,his clothing a mess and bloody he realised he had a chance to disappear, Renee would be so distracted with what ever this was he might be able to slip away and never be found again...except...except he wasnt the only one she would be seeking revenge on...Trinity!.
Just as the noise was reaching the hall alone with the screams of Vampires dying the true death, he looked down the hall and saw two beautiful women carelessly dispatching Renee's toys who hopelessly defended her, and died for thier efforts.He locked eyes for a moment with a living representation of the concept of Yin And yang, before John turned and bolted through the front door running as fast as he could through the night..to Trinity..and he didn't know if he went to her to die, or protect her, almost laughing now he realised for both.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Allejandro

The world was cast blood red under the influence of the forbidden nine demons' fang elixir. The passage of time was slow as milliseconds ground out their interminable pace, the slightest murmur or the faintest dripping of water kilometers away was as loud as a hammerblow to Allejandro's ears. Under the influence of the elixir their trip through the city's sewers was an interesting if not an excruciating one for them.

He had given all of his minions some of the elixir-though not as much as he had taken of course. It doubled, tripled, even quadrupled the strength, speed, and senses of any vampire that took it. So a vampire that had only been undead for say little over one hundred years could stand toe to toe with a vampire that had seen two millenia or so.

So while Renee only had a handful of vampires actually that old, strong, and fast all 242 of his people were. And all of them were of the persuasion that enjoyed being violent and merciless.

That was the forbidden elixir's power, but that came with a severe cost. The reasons why Renee and the other vampire societies around the world had forbidden and suppressed its knowledge. What Allejandro had neglected to inform his people was that the elixir while it gave them all incredible power now, was extremely toxic, and would leave them all comatose for several hours after the elixir wore off. Those that were too weak would perish in that coma, but Allejandro had given them the elixir fully expecting to lose most of them. Cannonfodder could always be replenished after all the human prisons through out the world was a veritable supermarket of the violently depraved.

The gaurds Renee had posted were complacent and unattentive, but why should they not be. What suicidal fool would attack a mansion filled with vampires. Such was the reason why Allejandro acted, why all this pointless savagery was unnavoidable. To a species as essentially immortal as they complacency, stagnation, was worse than death itself. These smug vampires in their cloistered societies needed a catastrophe to push them beyond the interminable inertia of a centuries' long apathy.

They stormed into the interior of the mansion their bestial, ferocious sides loosened by the elixir reveling in the splitting of flesh and splattering of vampire blood. Any and all within were ganged up upon and systematically slaughtered like the helpless squealing swine they were.

At the stairs he turned to Lillith. "Go upstairs toy with my dear nina Renee, but do not slay her. She must be alive to see the end of her world before I rip out her heart and feast upon her life's blood. Take as many as you require, mi bonita, she will be no match for all of you." To her sister Jezebel, "Go down to the vault and aqcuire the items we desire."

"And you, Allejandro," Jezebel asked.

"I and a few expendable of our minions, must pay our due respects to Renee's most honored guest, the grand old maestro, in the second vault."

He looked around pleased that the hunting squads had already dispersed thorugh out the rooms and corridors of the mansion systematically sweeping and slaying all they found within. The bomb teams were already working wheeling in their carts filled with drums of high explosives. They set to work spreading the detonators to the structural supports of the mansion. Once Allejandro had taken what he needed from this place he did not intend to leave this mausoleum, this monument to the stagnation of the vampire species in nothing less but smoldering ruins.

As Lillith and her team ascended the grand sweeping staircase slaying all those from the floor above rushing to the defense of their home. Renee's new lapdog skirted past them and out the door.

"Ignore the nino," Allejandro told her, "If you are good I'll give him to you to stalk and play with as you desire."

He then turned to and begin descending the stairs to the basement level of the mansion.

 

[ShyMystica]

A deep sigh ricocheted around the small hospital room, drawing Elysia’s eyes from her sketch to the nurse that stood at the end of her bed, a look of intense disapproval and revulsion spread across her features. Immediately Elysia tensed; there was something about the nurse that made her afraid, made the hairs on the back of neck stand on end, made her very soul shiver in terror. Elysia’s emerald eyes took in every detail about the nurse; the snow-white skin that seemingly glowed within the now dark room, the piercing blue eyes that glinted predatorily, the blue hue of her raven hair that sat perfectly upon her shoulders with no hair unplaced, her lithe body that moved with the sleek prowess of a feline huntress, the uniform that didn’t quite sit on her frame correctly. Everything about her sent shivers of fear shooting up Elysia’s spine.

After another over-exaggerated sigh the nurse replaced the medical chart to hang on the end of the bed and moved towards the basin to wash her hands. Elysia simply stared at the nurse, her mind confused as to why this nurse would be so disgruntled but also why she made Elysia wish to run for her life. As if sensing Elysia’s discomfort, the nurse turned slowly, a small predatory smile creeping to her lips as she slowly stalked towards the bed. Her eyes twinkled with an odd sense of playfulness, and in that very moment Elysia knew her life was in danger. Every muscle in Elysia’s body tensed as her blood began to pump feverishly, each step the nurse made heightening Elysia’s nerves to unbearable proportions. She had to run, get the hell out of there, but as she moved to swing her legs from the bed, her entire body crumbled into a haze blinding pain. Instantly Elysia’s hands moved to the deep wound at her side in an attempt to dull the pain. However, instead of the roughness of a bandage, she felt warm liquid begin to pool into her palm.

“Now, look what you did there. You’ve torn your stitches. Tsk, tsk…” The nurse’s voice was hypnotically sweet yet laced with such distain that it made Elysia’s soul quiver in fear. But before Elysia had a chance to absorb the words, the nurse had vanished completely from sight. Elysia frantically searched around the room, her panicked breathing labouring from her lungs. Cool, soft, delicate fingers snaked around Elysia’s neck, sending her whole body to jolt into tenseness. She felt the bed shift behind her, an icy breath dancing across the bare skin of her neck and shoulder, the nurse’s voice once again snaking over her ears and into Elysia’s subconscious.

“Relax my dear…relax.” Instantly Elysia felt the strong impulse to obey the command, but while her body was quick to do as the nurse instructed, her mind fought furiously for control. She whimpered in anguish as her body laid once again upon the bed as her mind screamed to run, to flee, to escape. What was going on? It was as if she had lost complete control of her own body. Elysia began to panic; her breaths panting uncontrollably from her lips, her heart rate increasing to thud against her ribcage, her blood pumping with terror.

As the nurse began to gather some tools upon a steal cart, Elysia’s eyes never left her sight. Every movement the nurse made Elysia watched like a hawk. Her mind hysterically searched for any reason to explain this odd behaviour of the nurse and the horrid feelings that radiated off of her. Perhaps it’s just the drugs, yes, the anaesthetic must be wearing off, an after effect of the surgery. Yes…that’s all this is. Slowly Elysia began to relax as the conclusion that this was all a greatly exaggerated illusion because of her surgery washed through her mind.

She smiled softly as the nurse returned to the side of the bed, cart in hand. Elysia watched as the nurse slipped on a pair of latex gloves.

“Now, let’s have a look at what damage you have done to yourself….hmm?” Slowly and carefully the nurse lifted Elysia’s gown to reveal the damage of the torn stitches. Elysia could feel the nurse’s fingers daintily pull the bandage away before a large sigh escaped the woman’s pursed lips.

“Such a waste…” The nurse’s whispered confession shocked Elysia. Her emerald eyes shot open as she tensed at the nurse’s touch.

“Excuse me? What did you just say?” Her voice was far softer and weaker than what she wanted to project; instead it came out as a husky whisper. The nurse lifted her gaze from Elysia’s wound to return her stare intently.

Elysia’s eyes shot open, a small gasp falling from her lips as her gaze met the nurse’s piercing blue eyes. She watched as the nurses’ orbs began to swirl, drawing Elysia’s gaze deeper until it felt like her consciousness was a whitened haze of confusion she couldn’t control. She could feel herself begin to panic again; her heart began to beat faster, her blood pumped harder, her breath heaved from her lungs as her body tensed to prepare to flee for her life. She could still feel the throbbing pain that echoed from her fresh wound. Her mind began to scream at her to move, to run, to get the hell out of there. This wasn’t a drugged induced hallucination, this was real. The woman was mad! But before Elysia had a chance to move, the haze grew quickly, thickening until it was nothing more than a blinding mass within her mind that blocked any conscious thought.

“Relax, my dear, this will hurt like hell…”

Eventually the nurse’s fingers stopped upon the open wound at Elysia’s side. Elysia’s eyes widened in shock as she silently pleaded for the nurse to stop, to back away, to give her mercy and just leave her be. But her plea was met with a predatory chuckle as the nurse’s fingers danced over the wound, her fingertips gently sliding into the gaping flesh with a sharp, intense sting. The wound throbbed wildly as the pain continued to race through Elysia’s body, before she began to shiver uncontrollably as she bordered the line of going into complete shock. Outside the blinding haze of Elysia’s mind, she watched as the nurse slowly brought her fingertips, reddened with blood, to her lips. She suckled on them greedily like a starving beast. Elysia opened her mouth to scream for help but her efforts were cut short but the nurse’s demand…

“Silence!”

Instantly Elysia’s throat dried and her physical desire to scream dissipated into the white haze within her mind. Elysia felt the nurse shift closer, her icy fingers gliding through her hair before grabbing a handful of blonde strands. In one quick movement the nurse yanked on Elysia’s hair, forcing her head sharply to the side, bearing her slender neck to the nurse’s primal eyes. She could feel the nurse shift again to lean forward, her icy breath dancing across Elysia’s neck as a feral growl vibrated against the nurse’s lips.

“Be still!” The nurse’s command rang within Elsyia’s mind as her body began to ache as if lead were being pumped through her veins. She swallowed nervously as she fought to control her body, but she couldn’t move…she was frozen to the bed and at the mercy of the insane nurse! With another small chuckle the nurse stepped back, releasing Elysia’s hair to dance her finger back over her wound.
“That’s much better. You shouldn’t be moving so soon after surgery…your mortal body needs to recover…” Another wave of fear shook Elysia’s body, but before she had a chance to blink the nurse quickly lowered her lips to Elysia’s wound, and in one quick movement, bit down with such force that Elysia’s body bucked from the bed.

Intense waves of pain agonisingly ripped through Elysia’s body at the violent attack of the nurse’s bite. Yet there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t move from the nurse’s hunt, couldn’t adjust to dull the pain; she was forced to feel every single brutal wave of agony as it wrecked through her body. A stream of tears began to flow down her cheeks as the nurse’s icy fingers pushed her body back down upon the bed. Immediately Elysia’s stomach turned and squirmed in disgust as the nurse hummed her delight as her lips pulled on her wound, sucking the blood deeply. Vile quickly rose within Elysia’s throat at the agony mixed with the violation of the nurse’s play. Her mind cried for it to stop, for her body to move, for lungs to scream for help; but nothing happened.

Instead the blinding haze within her mind began to move, shifting and swirling into flashes of images. The images moved quickly; the artist hub, the long street with flickering street lamps, the large man fucking the drunken woman in the alley way, the next alleyway with the blonde assailant cutting Trinity. The images stopped, then the entire events of the attack began to replay within Elysia’s mind; the glass bottle smashing upon the man’s neck, the way he gripped her wrist and threw her to the dumpster, the intense pain as the glass tore into her side, the warmth of a body upon her, voices, so many voices and then darkness.

With a satisfied sigh the nurse brutally tore her lips and teeth away from Elysia’s wound, her eyes gleaming with fulfilment as she looked upon her victim. With a quick lick of her lips the nurse began to re-stitch the wound and bandaged it firmly. With another satisfied smile the nurse turned to the drip that hung above Elysia’s head. With coy smirk the nurse flicked a few switches and the machine began to pump a clear liquid. Within seconds a wave of nausea ripped over Elysia’s consciousness, the white light dissipating to allow the drug to work. Elysia’s eyes frantically searched the nurse’s gaze for answers, but her only response was a giggle as her icy fingers wiped away the tears upon Elysia’s cheek.

“Morphine, my dear…doctor’s orders. Now get some sleep and forget…” As soon as the nurse’s voice danced over Elysia’s ears, she was gone…simply vanished. Forget? How the hell was she meant to forget something as fucked up as that? Seconds later Trinity returned with a new shirt and a small bunch of flowers.

“Elysia it is a pleasure to meet you, though I wish it would have been on better terms than these. Your doctors say you need someone to help you for the next few weeks while you heal and if you are alone then I would feel better if I could help you. After all you did help me in my time of need. It is only fair that I help you in yours.”

Trinity began to talk, yet Elysia couldn’t make sense. The drug quickly dulled all the pain within her body into nothingness; no throbbing, no stabbing, no excruciating aches. But the heaviness of the drug quickly made Elysia’s eyes heavy with sleep. Yes, she wanted to sleep…dream it all away. But not before telling Trinity what just happened. She had to tell someone, anyone…had to get Trinity out of there and someplace safe. But every time she tried to speak, nothing but a husky breath shivered from her lips.

“I know you don’t know me from any other person on the street, but you will be here for a day or two and then they will release you, but only if you have someone to take care of you until you are completely healed. I know you don’t wish to stay in the hospital, no one does. Let me help Elysia, please…”

Trinity’s voice slowly morphed into a constant blur of unrecognisable hums as the room around her spun. Elysia could feel herself giving in, her body needed the rest, and with another small attempt to speak, her body finally gave in and let the drug take her into a deep drug-induced slumber.

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Elysia opened her eyes as a gentle light flickered around her. With a deep breath lavender and wildflowers assaulted her senses. With a quick jolt Elysia was sitting upright, but unlike before she remained pain-free. She looked around cautiously and to her surprise there was no Trinity, no hospital room, no insane nurse…just the large tree and small lake surrounded by endless fields of wildflowers.

With a confused sigh Elysia stood and made her way to the small lake. Yes, she remembered this place. The view, sights and sounds all served to relax her…it was a beautiful place, a place that she finally felt she belonged. She was free to feel what she wished, be who she was without feeling forced to please anyone. She was free to be herself. But while the notion of where ‘here’ was still flabbergasted her, she was strangely content to remain here for as long as she could. With another small sigh, Elysia crouched down by the lake and watched as the sun beamed delicately over the tree, painting the leaves a soft gold. The crystal clear water itself was blanketed in the earthy-coloured leaves. The wind, yet soft, created ripples which only made the lake seem more inviting.

It was a mesmerising site, one of which Elysia could easily lose herself to. She watched as the little ripples of water began to swirl into a mass of strange colours until they took on the form of random images. Yes, she remembered this happening last time she was here. She gazed upon the water’s surface in renewed astonishment as the images settled upon a birds-eye view of the alleyway she had found Trinity with the mugger. She wasn’t limited to her own spectrum and sights of the events, she could see everything. She watched as she saw her own form slam a bottle upon the blonde brute only to be thrown so easily to the dumpster. She watched as Trinity threw herself upon Elysia’s injured form as the blonde man raised his hand with the knife to strike. Then a flash and the brute was flying across the two women and landed heavily in the middle of the alleyway.

Elysia’s mind continued to watch as the flash suddenly stilled into the form of a rather large man. He slowly crouched as if preparing to fight as the blonde brute struggled to find his knife. From the dim lighting Elysia couldn’t make out who this new man was except that he was strong and insanely fast. She couldn’t help the small smile that crept to her lips as she watched the blonde brute panic. He scurried around the alleyway floor until he found his knife. She could see his strength return quickly now that the knife was within his hand. But as quickly as his strength returned, it vanished as yet another man entered the alleyway. Whatever fear the blonde brute had for the first man failed in comparison to the fear of the second man.

Elysia watched in fascination as Trinity continued to fuss over her injured form while the three men seemingly talked. There was no sound, so she had no clue as to what they were saying, but the movements of their mouths suggested they were talking. Then the blonde brute was up, flying towards the new man, knife out to stab him directly in the chest. But the last man didn’t seem to be phased in the slightest. He simply stood firmly while his cane moved at lightening speeds. Then the blonde brutes’ body slumped to the ground, followed by his detached head and hand.

“Oh my god!” Elysia gasped in stunned horror as she watched his body bleed violently as the man walked away. And no one stopped him! Instead the first man turned to Trinity, picked up Elysia’s injured and unconscious form and flashed from the alleyway. This wasn’t right, it didn’t make sense. How could she not remember any of this? Her heart began to pound in her chest as a cold sweat danced over her skin, her eyes remaining on the decapitated mugger. She was going to be sick; she could feel the nausea and bile rising in her throat. She turned quickly and emptied what little was in her stomach onto the grass beside her.

With a trembling gaze, Elysia returned to look upon the water. The image of the mugger was gone; in its place was an image of the hospital. The nurse flashed through the image and stopped at the end of Elysia’s bed. Then the events of the nurse’s repulsive torture replayed in the water before her. She couldn’t bare to watch it…yet she couldn’t take her eyes away. Eventually the nurse left as Trinity entered, the nurse retreating behind the nurse’s desk seemingly to keep a keen eye on the room.

Then the image was fading; swirling into a new image of the hospital. She saw Trinity speaking with a man outside of her hospital room. She could tell from their body language that they were not friends, and both seemed very tense and agitated. The nurse remained behind the counter, and despite how busy she seemed to be, her blue piercing eyes never left the couple. Elysia’s mind swam with questions as to who this man was, and how he knew Trinity was at the hospital. If there were not friends, then why was he there? It didn’t seem to make sense. But before Elysia could find the answers within the image, it was dissipating before her and twirling into a new image.

Elysia’s eyes widened in shock as the image become clearer. Blood, so much blood, Trinity and the man were covered from head to toe. They were no longer talking. Trinity was held in a tight grip by the nurse while the man was seemingly negotiating with her. With a flash of movement the nurse’s teeth elongated and plunged into Trinity’s neck as her pain-wrecked gasp violent tore through Elysia’s mind.

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“No!” Elysia violently awoke and frantically gasped for air, her body trembled as excruciating bolts of pain agonizingly ripped through her body. The memory of Trinity, the man and the nurse burned into her vision. Her desperate whisper rang in his ears. The piercing plea rendered Elysia paralyzed, tearing the last pieces of his soul in a direction she couldn’t recognize. The pain filled her body yet he was unable to move. It absorbed her, her mind screamed in torture unable to hide from Trinity’s pain-filled gasp. In that instant Elysia felt a soft warmth envelope her trembling form. Elysia opened her eyes to find Trinity holding her gingerly, cooing in her ear for her to calm as her delicate fingers stroked through her hair. But she couldn’t be calm, not after everything she had seen. Tears flooded down her cheeks as she cried into Trinity’s embrace, her shaky arms clinging to Trinity’s body. To her surprise she felt safe, felt cared for, felt a wash of emotions she had never felt before race through her soul…and it shocked her that a stranger had the capacity to make her feel such intense things.

Slowly the image began to fade, the ringing cry of Trinity dying within her mind. But despite her calming state, there was no doubt in Elysia’s mind that the events were going to happen. Gingerly she gazed deeply into Trinity's worried gaze. No, she couldn't let it happen, she couldn't let Trinity suffer at the hands of that crazy bitch nurse. No, not now not ever. The strange, new feelings continued to plague her mind, but they would have to wait. For now she had to get both of them out of there. With a deep gulp Elysia finally began to speak, her voice no louder than a whisper...

“We need to leave, we need to leave now.”

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Lilith

"Go upstairs toy with my dear nina Renee, but do not slay her. She must be alive to see the end of her world before I rip out her heart and feast upon her life's blood. Take as many as you require, mi bonita, she will be no match for all of you."

Lilith nodded her assent and moved to do as her creator asked, choosing only four of the others to escort her upstairs to face Renee. She felt powerful, seductive, more than ready for the spoiled puta, hidden away in her chambers. The chosen ones formed a square around her, two before, two behind and in this formation, they made their way up the stair case.

At the top of the stairs was another pair of weak vampires. Lilith gave permission for the vanguard to remove those obstacles. They did so, with a minimum of fuss. Lazy heads parted from shoulders with well aimed swipes of strong arms and blades. The smell of their blood; dirty, weak, churned Lilith sensitive stomach. She could feel gorge rise, their scents offending her.

Soon enough, they reached the bedroom and Lilith motioned for the others to remain where they were. The room exuded coldness. Obviously, the wench inside was not very happy. Lilith gave a moment's passing thought to the one who had rushed past them, wondering if he was the cause of the rage the puta inside felt. If so, this would be very, VERY entertaining.

Cracking open the door, she slipped inside. She glanced around the room, her eyes wide with displeasure at the mess. The princess was a wreck, the room splattered with blood, the atmosphere cold and stifling all at once. Lilith waited until the other woman had raised her eyes and then she spoke, her voice soft, slightly accented, husky, seductive.

"So, you are Renee? How amusing."

She closed the door and stepped forward, her body swaying gently, shown to perfection in a fitted catsuit and knee high black Doc Marten's. Her hair flowed down her back, loose, an abundance of curl that fell to her waist. She tilted her head, dark chocolate eyes sparkling gleefully at the pretty vampire.

"What, no words of acknowledgment? No introduction? Hm, that's right. I haven't introduced myself. I am Lilith. And you are? Oh yes. You are the little whore that we have come to visit." Lilith smirked, her fangs glimpsed for just a moment, before she closed her mouth. "Since we are properly introduced now, why don't you come closer? Quite frankly, you look awful. I am quite handy with clean up." She added a bit of a push to the question, a compulsion for the other to do as she was asked. Lilith wasn't entirely sure it would work, but one wouldn't know unless they tried, would they?

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Trinity woke to strangled cries emanating from Elysia. Her eyes moved up over the soft struggling form before slowly coming to her feet. Trinity tried to calm Elysia down by brushing the blond strands from her face and whispering softly to her that everything would be alright. The more Trinity tried to calm her down the more violent her moves began. Trinity knew this was not good for her wounds. Trinity moved closer to her, sliding one arm around Elysia’s shoulders while her other hand continued to run her fingers through the blond hair.

The heat of Elysia’s body wrapped around Trinity, the scent of the woman’s skin engulfed Trinity’s senses until her mind was completely on the safety of her. Trinity’s whispers slowed, realizing Elysia had woken up. Trinity smiled softly to her, seeing she was much calmer than before but also sensed and urgency about her.

Elysia’s words slithered over Trinity, the urgency and desperation in them quite evident. “Don’t worry Elysia, I am here to protect you. Nothing will happen to you while I am here, I promise.”

Trinity’s eyes moved over Elysia’s features, so delicate and yet so scared. Trinity’s heart went out to her. No one should have dreams like that and it pained her to see Elysia going through this. If she could she would take away all that had happened to her and replace it with memories of good times.

Trinity’s fingers brushed over her cheek as she leaned in a bit closer to Elysia and whispered to her, “You will be leaving here tomorrow and coming home with me. I will make sure nothing happens to you Elysia, I swear it. You must rest, let your body heal.”

There was something about Elysia that grabbed at Trinity, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. Trinity always kept people at a distance, at least not allowing them to effect her life, but for some reason Elysia was changing all of that. It scared Trinity to the core just imagining anything happening to Elysia. She wanted to do everything in her power to make sure she had a good life, free of the darkness that seemed to consume Trinity’s life. And yet, she knew she couldn’t leave Elysia. Couldn’t expect the vampires to leave her alone now, she knew too much. Trinity sighed as she moved her head up to place her chin on Elysia’s head. This was all new to Trinity and she didn’t know what to do or even how to act.

Trinity relaxed a bit more feeling Elysia close to her, Elyisa’s warm breath blowing over her chest as Elysia begin to relax a bit more in Trinity’s arms. Trinity opened herself up this woman, for reasons unknown even to her. Trinity knew something wasn’t right with Elysia’s stay at the hospital, but somehow she couldn’t pick up on what it was. It had the taint of vampire and yet that was what they had dealt with a few days ago. Maybe the taint of them stuck to Trinity and Elysia and that was what she was picking up on.

Lost in thought, Trinity bent her head down and kissed Elysia’s forehead. Once she was resting Trinity planned to leave for a bit, just to get her mind back in order and figure out why her senses were flaring from time to time. Was it really a vampire close by or was it just residue left from the events from days past. If the latter was the case then it would be the first it had ever happened to Trinity. She held Elysia a bit tighter, but not enough to impede on her if she wished to rest. For once in her life Trinity felt lost and yet at the same time found…it was a rather odd feeling indeed.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Allejandro

Once they reached the Basement of the grand manse of the society his team and Jezebel's split apart one heading for one vault door at one end of the basement and the other for another vault door.

Renee had not changed the combination since he had left, such complacency was going to prove to be her undoing. Allejandro waited as his minions pulled the heavy door open wide and began slipping inside ringing the walls.

Inside was a large screen television. Atop it a DVD player. On the screen was the incessant pestilence of Sesame Street. Before the TV was a simple cot with rumpled sheets and a large plush teddy bear sitting atop it. Between the Television and the bed was a child, or at least what looked like a boy.

Renee had taken him to see her honored guest once before. He had been struck how this weak apathetic creature was the one being in the whole of the world that could command instantaneous and unswerving obedience from her. The one thing she feared was slighting this little inert thing before her. Was it any wonder why he had to destroy her for the sake of progressing his species?

He sat on the floor his back to them hands working on a large castle made out of multicolored toy blocks. If he noticed his sanctum was breached, the child didn't show it. He continued adding lego blocks to the castle building its outer wall higher and higher.

One by one his people fell to the floor prostrating themselves, one or two groveling like worms on the vault's floor. To his horror he felt the overpowering urge to cast his eye's down, bend his knees, and beg for this little boy's forgiveness. He marshaled all of his will against it and just about accomplished it when the boy's head turned. Over his shoulder he looked directly at Allejandro.

He should not have come inside here. His very presence was an affront to this boy. Stonehenge had been raised to worship this child as a god on earth. He had walked over mountains that have long been eroded to dust, bathed in oceans that are now deserts, seen civilization rise to glory and be tread down to legends only remembered by him.

he should be groveling at this child's feet, begging him to forgive his insolence, and praying for his mercy. But he didn't. Allejandro staggered back under the sheer weight of the child's compulsive power, but he managed to resist-just.

The boy was up so fast that even Allejandro was surprised by it. He stood before one of those groveling. A young woman who only killed children named, Yvonne.

The boy's gaze never left Allejandro, the sheer weight of it like the weight of the earth itself on his shoulders. He held out his hands and Yvonne raised up so her head were between them. Staring at Allejandro his hands stroked over Yvonne's face like she was a pet kitten under his touch.

His words were whispered but they resounded throughout their heads like the words of god himself speaking the universe into being. "Young ones, come and play with me. I am building a castle with a cowboy, and a rocket ship, and a dinosaur, and ninjas." Yvonne was crying now great wracking sobs. He turned his gaze down to her used his thumbs to wipe the tears away. To her this time he whispered, "Come play with me."

She sobbed, "I am not worthy."

"True." His thumbs suddenly plunged into her eyesockets and his arms spread out cracking her head open like a split watermelon. Nikkolai was next in the bat of Allejandro's eyes as the boy suddenly appeared across the room shoving the burly Romanian into the steel wall folding him up and denting the wall behind him with his entrails hanging from his open mouth. Then Kaine was having his arms ripped out of their sockets, and Marlowe across the room was being beaten into something resembling bloody toothpaste with them.

Finally Allejandro was in motion again as Jaxxon's head was being twisted off his neck. He missed him as the boy beat Chuckles's head into what looked like a ruined pottery project with Jaxxon's skull. Finally as Jaxxon's body fell limp to the ground he caught him and wrapped him clamping the folded hankercheif he had doused with another secret Renee and the other societies of the world kept anyone from learning of.

Then with the boy limply unconscious Allejandro carried him out of the vault followed by the sole remaining minion left from his team he began climbing back up the stairs telling Jezebel across the basement, "Take what you can bonita, but in five minutes this building will be nothing but ash."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

In Renee's chamber...

Renee was seething inside. This was not the way things were supposed to go. Her world was ordered a certain way and she didn’t take well to that order being disturbed. Already her mind was plotting her revenge. John would pay…and pay…and pay. As would that creature who had taken him away from her. Renee would find her and make her sorry. The door to her chamber opened and Renee lifted her gaze to see who could possibly be either brave enough or stupid enough to come to her at this time.

A woman stood there and Renee’s first thought was…pretty. Her body still felt needy and there was something about this one that stirred her desire. A second thought quickly followed the first. This one was not hers. Lilith’s words were condescending, bordering on insulting and when Renee felt herself actually respond to the other woman’s compulsion she knew who this one belonged to.

“So…Lilith was it?” Renee began to move toward her, cautiously trying to place her scent. She smelled like the world’s most tempting treat and Renee was famished. There was a difference to her scent though, something that tickled Renee’s nostrils. Something familiar. Her eyes narrowed. “Has Allejandro sent you to me as a gift? A peace offering? No…I doubt that.
Allejandro would want to keep a prize like you for himself.”

Renee stepped close to the woman, and raised a bloody hand toward her face. Finger tips traced full lips, painting them with blood. She kept her mind closed, even with her thoughts flying like mad. If she was to survive this and secure her greatest treasure she would need to keep Lilith from suspecting.

“My guess is that he has sent you to keep me occupied while he is busy elsewhere, yes? A sweet distraction.” Renee was certain that she was in no immediate danger. Allejandro would want the pleasure of taking her head himself. The thought gave Renee a delicious shiver. She pressed her slight body against Lilith, intentionally smirching the other woman’s clothing with the blood she herself was covered in. “We wouldn’t want to disappoint him would we…and I am quite the mess. Will you help me, Lilith? Will you help cleanse me?”
Renee stood on tip toe and pressed her lips to Lilith’s, her tongue flicked out to taste the blood she had smeared there. She could at least enjoy herself some before she rid herself of her former darling’s little toy.

 

[monique_minx]

Nurse Mariska

Mariska’s finger trailed over the pristine white of the hospital hallway wall, she seemed to wander through almost innocent and aimless as the low white heels clicked softly on the tile. Her face painted a picture of boredom as she tipped her finger slightly and the dull sound of a crimson nail scratching paint echoed throughout the empty walkway. She stopped at her first room on the tour, an elderly man who was afflicted with bowel cancer and dementia…or so the doctors thought.

“Mister Brindle, how are we today?” She cooed in his ear, rousing him.

“Oh no…” He groaned and shuffled to the far side of the bed, “Please no…”

“Shhh…” She whispered and placed her finger over his lips as he fell silent, “We don’t want to wake the other patients now do we? That would be so very rude of you…”

She gripped his arm and tied a cord around it as he squirmed, “Freeze.” She muttered in annoyance as his body became rigid and still.

“Much better Mister Brindle!” She beamed and pressed a kiss to his cheek, moving over to a bench and unlocking a cabinet.

Mariska withdrew a large syringe and pulled the cap off, flicking the needle as she walked back to him. She caught his gaze and a feral smile lit her mouth up as the syringe dove deep into his arm, she slowly drew the blood and deposited it into a small test tube. She dropped the needle into the hazardous waste bin and popped the cap off the test tube, downing the blood while her face wrinkled in disgust.

“Uhhh that cancer is starting to affect your taste Mister Brindle, soon you won’t be the sweet man you once were…and then we’ll have to finish this.” She pressed a bloody kiss to his cheek and licked the crimson liquid off to leave a silvery trail of saliva.

“I’ll miss you…” She said with false sympathy, brushing her hand over his cheek, she tapped him twice and dropped the tube in the hazardous waste bin before she walked to the door and turned on her heel.

“You can stay that way Brindle, don’t even piss yourself…I want to have a reason to forcibly catheterize you.” She cackled evilly, the man’s eyes seemed locked open in terror as she exited the room.

Mariska felt a wave of compulsion hit her as she made her way further down the hall, she didn’t stop at Mrs Bryce’s room, she needed to keep going. Her curiosity for why was what drove her more than anything, something sweet was just a little way off and she had to get to it. That girl…it must’ve been that girl, she had to get there and it seemed so very far away. Her nails scratched harder on the wall, she felt frustrated and hungry, the closer she drew to the Elysia woman, the worse the feelings got.

“Pretty. Little. Girl. In a pretty little world. Time to show you how beauty hurts…” Mariska licked her lips thoughtfully and mused to herself all the ways she might show the pretty little girl just that.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Lilith's eyes narrowed as she watched the insane one, moving slowly, sinuously, toward her. Renee's tongue teased and darted, her voice girlishly high and sweet, but with a taint of darkness, a taste of evil, that trembled on the air.

Her words were lightly said, teasing in their demands, the questions and answers tossed out lightly, almost as if she already knew what it was the crew had come for. Lilith watched her, accepting the nonsense the other spoke, waiting until the puta reached her. Lilith had determined that this one needed special care, special prayer. A special dispensation, as it were, but then Renee had pressed in with her slender frame, covering Lilith's lips with tainted blood, smearing her clothing with the same. Renee's softly spoken words finally penetrated;

“We wouldn’t want to disappoint him would we…and I am quite the mess. Will you help me, Lilith? Will you help cleanse me?”

The thought that hit was furious, a need to ravage, to beat senseless, to drain the insane freak dry. Lilith controlled it. Her maker would not want this particular morsel dead, until he said so...and they were on a time limit. She wasn't sure how long the others had been gone or even if they made it to their final destinations. Guessing, in this case, would do more harm than good.

Pulling the smaller woman closer, she bent her head. A long pointed tongue began to lick the weak blood away. Tongue tip tracing cheek bones, caressing pointed, stubborn chin, high forehead. Face clean up finished, Lilith allowed her right hand to rise and tangle in Renee's hair, tugging it painfully, twisting the strands. Her voice was still light and husky, but she put the force of her wanting behind it.

"Why don't you just rest on your knees before me, little one? You would look utterly exquisite there."

A hand reached out, pushing down upon the woman's shoulder, pressing gently, patiently. After all, a minute could be like an hour, if one only paid attention to everything....

"I am sure I could help you clean up, my tongue is admirable in it's abilities, but I do not believe I shall. Allejandro never said I had to clean you, just keep you company for a few minutes. I can do that better with free hands..."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Renee closed her eyes, relishing the touch of Lilith’s tongue as she cleaned her face of blood…blood…whose blood? At the moment she couldn’t quite remember how she came to be covered in blood. What did it matter though, when this exquisite creature was taking care of that for her? She was so gentle, and yet Renee could feel the contempt pulsing from her. Lilith didn’t fear her as the others did, and that excited Renee more than she thought it would. Fear had always been the way she controlled those under her. Fear and a show of power greater than their own. Yet this one, so young compared to her, this one felt no fear, no awe and she wasn’t impressed by Renee’s power.

Of course that could all be due to that damned elixir Allejandro must have fed his people. What was he playing at? He knew what would happen to them when he stopped feeding it to them. Maybe that was it, maybe he just didn’t care as long as he got what he wanted.

Oh yes…what he wanted. That reminded Renee why this lovely creature was here in the first place. Not to be with her, not to offer herself as was Renee’s due. No, she was here to distract…and she was doing a very good job of it. The pain of Lilith’s grip on her hair caused Renee to hum with pleasure. She felt her knees wanting to bend, her body to bow to the gentle pressure of Lilith’s hand on her shoulder. Because there was something about this Lilith, something that gave Renee a fleeting hope that she could be the one…all Renee had to do was give in, surrender…

With a quicksilver movement Renee tore herself away from Lilith leaving thick strands of her black hair in the other woman’s hand. She laughed her high girlish giggle and danced away to the far side of the room.

“While I am sure that you would be lovely to spend time with, Lilith, it will have to wait for another time.” Renee paused beside an ornate statue of a weeping angel, her hand caressing a marble shoulder. “I do hope that you survive when that nasty stuff Allejandro has given you wears off. I would love to continue our little tête-à-tête. It isn’t very nice of him to feed such a lovely one as yourself something so poisonous just for an evening’s work. Perhaps you should ask him about that. I think that for now, however, I will go and throw a monkey wrench in Allejandro’s plans.”

With that Renee gave the large marble statue a shove knocking it over and revealing a simple hole in the floor. She stepped forward and seemed to hover in mid air for a second before she disappeared soundlessly down the chute. She guided her body through the narrow channel quickly, silently. She had to get there first.

The smell of blood reached her first and she smiled, thinking she knew what she would find. Her body exited the chute, crashing through a false panel in the wall of the cell holding her greatest treasure. Her quick gaze took in the bits and pieces of what must have once been Allejandro’s people. Her baby had been playing. Now, where was he?

Renee opened her mouth to call out just as she caught the scent and sound of Allejandro. In the blink of an eye she was in the open doorway. The rage that always simmered beneath the surface erupted as she saw Allejandro casually walking away with her baby over his shoulder. Her instinct was to leap at him, tear his arms from him for even touching the child, take back what was hers and finish Allejandro off the way she should have done all those years ago. Her body had dropped into a crouch, ready to spring when her senses alerted her to the presence of others in the basement. More of his young ones fed up on that cursed elixir so they were as strong, or stronger than their elders. A low hiss escaped her lips.

“You must really think you are so clever, Allejandro.” Renee stood to her full diminutive height and glared at his retreating back. “But you have no idea what you have begun here. As long as I survive you will be looking over your shoulder for me.”

With that Renee turned back into the cell and dove head first back into the escape tunnel. She was the only one who knew of its existence, of where it came out and the precautions she had taken. They all thought her mad, they all thought her arrogant and too sure of her own power. Perhaps they were correct, to a point, but she was also quite practical when she needed to be.

She would escape, she would regroup…and she would have her revenge. On all of them.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Allejandro

"Take what you can bonita, but in five minutes this building will be nothing but ash." He called to his faithful minion, Jezebel, across from him taking scrolls and tablets from shelves inside.

"Almost done," She called back, "Where are the others?"

"They were always expendable."

She nodded, "I will pray for their souls." She then returned to her task, and Allejandro turned to the stairs up to the main floor of the mansion. He did not reach one step when their was motion behind him and the sound of a ceiling tile falling to the floor.

He knew it was her without having to look behind him. The talent she had brutally cultivated in him so long ago told him it was her.

“You must really think you are so clever, Allejandro.”

Renee, his old mistress, his lover, his tormentor, how he despised her. She was as always an enigma, a contradiction, to his empathic senses. Above all annoyance, frustration, wrath in the face of the affront he had perpetrated on her tonight, but underneath that was still that tantalising longing search for obliteration, like a moth searching for a bright enough flame to consume it, which was at war with a fierce determination to survive against all tribulations.

"Ah but, mi amor, the flaws of the student are the weaknesses of his teacher." His voice was light, mocking, but he knew her well. She was preparing to lunge, to strike. Allejandro's hand moved slowly to clear the little stilletto he kept hidden in the cuff of his jacket's sleeve. Another instant and she'd attack.

“But you have no idea what you have begun here.”

What was she waiting for? The Renee he knew and loved and hated would've struck, instead of trading more words with him. He had her source of prestige and standing among the Vampire world, her greatest treasure, flung over his shoulder. Losing this pathetic child would make all the masters of all the other societies in the world perceive her as weak and vulnerable. They entrusted his safekeeping to her, and she had lost him. Oh, they would plot, and scheme, and maneuver against her until she was eliminated from the equation of power politically: defanged, relegated to a paper tiger at best, a laughingstock at worst. She had to regain posession the boy, at all costs.

"As long as I survive you will be looking over your shoulder for me."

He turned his head at that. Had the mere two and a half centuries he'd been away from her in his banishment changed her so much. Perhaps it was the introduction of her new toy, that lapdog he had met in the alley when he killed that swine Bowie. An unexpected surge of jealous anger came at that. Renee was his, his to love, and his to finally end. He glared over his shoulder to her letting her see the hatred/longing she had spent centuries cultivating in him like a gardener with a favorite rosebush. He kept it pushed so far down over the long years he had traveled the world over like a stray dog he was unused to the trembling power it had over his body, his soul.

He smiled a sepent's smile to her. "Mi amor, my gift to you, the same fate you sentenced me to." He raised his hand though not to use the stilletto but to bare the watch on his wrist. It was on its timer function, counting down. "Within minutes, you, like me, will be homeless."

Recognizing the threat hidden behind his courteous tone, she was moving. Most would assume her to be overconfidant here in the heart of her domain, but one of the many many lessons she had taught him was to always have a means of escape. So Allejandro was not surprised when she slipped into an escape tunnel.

He turned to Jezebel just stepping out of the storage vault. "We must go, now, vamanos." They hurried up the stairs where they were rejoined with Lillith and the rest of his surviving bloodied minions. They raced out the front doors the enhanced speed making them nothing more than blurs to any eyes watching. He was climbing into the truck he had placed nearby when the bombs blew. the heat and concussive blast washed over them all as the took up their places in the great truck and was on their way to the second headquarters in the city he had prepared for them. Other houses in the neighborhood were catching on fire as the fire engine sirens were getting closer.

The roof of Renee's mansion collapsed, soon the remaining walls joined them within the inferno. "May, mi amor, fall and burn just as satisfyingly." He swore as the only thing he could see anymore of the house was the column of black smoke rising from the blaze.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Lilith

The words had penetrated, the whisper of innuendo that Renee had fought to implant in her brain, an insidious snake in her garden of Eden. Lilith had watched as the crazy one made her escape, her brain replaying the words, over and over.

“I do hope that you survive when that nasty stuff Allejandro has given you wears off. I would love to continue our little tête-à-tête. It isn’t very nice of him to feed such a lovely one as yourself something so poisonous just for an evening’s work. Perhaps you should ask him about that...”

Her mind was in a tail spin, but she shook it off. Allejandro would not try to poison them for no good reason. He had said the elixer would make them stronger, more battle ready, and it had. He had never said that the effects would last. She hadn't assumed they would. The puta was trying to cause dissension. Lilith would not allow that to happen. Her maker wouldn't give her up for no reason. But that voice, those words? They crept through her mind like the snake in the garden, rustling things better left unrustled.

With a soft sigh, she turned and left the room. Since Renee had escaped, it was almost certain that her Master was more than ready to go. The explosion would come, bringing down this house of cards and all of those who were still inside. She rushed down stairs, missing steps in her overloaded state, a state closer to frenzy than she was aware of. She met her Sir, her sister and the rest of the brood that had survived and was out the door, racing like the wind to the safety of his truck.

She said not a word, only a smile as the final concussive blast flattened the earth. Her brain was still far too busy, the snake loose in her garden of knowledge and she didn't like it, not one little bit.

 

[EzraPound]

Quickly John made his way to his apt, trying to stay out of sight,as the few who saw him recoiled in horror at his bloody countenance. But it looked worse than it was, already most of the deep gashes she had inflicted on him had stopped bleeding, But he still needed to clean up, and prepare his home. It would no longer be safe, now that he had incurred the terrible wrath of Renee, pluse what ever what happening at the mansion when he left would have her in a a near psychotic homicidal rage.. Grabbing a package of the blood he kept just for such emergencies and choking it down, cold and almost lifeless it would sustain him as he went about his tasks,He step into the shower and quickly cleaned himself then,He gathered the few things he needed and placed his keep sakes in a vault in the basement, that would survive the fall of the building around it, carefully hidden. He left again, knowing that dawn would be near, he needed to get to the hospital as fast as possible, now homeless he would have to find shelter some where..but now his thoughts where of Trinity..and Elysia..when a small memory wound it's way in to his conscience...I vague recollection about a bit of a gossip..about a vampire nurse...suddenly john was running..he couldn't let Elysia fall victim to any one ..his need to protect her driven by Trinity's need and his own connection to her urging him onward..hoping that Trinty would sense the sadistic twisted thing before she got to Elysia.
But he was weak, his encounter with Renee had left him drained..would he be strong enough to deal with the nurse?, calling out with his mind he tried to send a warring to Trinity and to let her know Renee would now be hunting her directly ..would she belive him?

Moving through the streets in the pre dawn, John kept going back again and again to the soft calming thoughts she had so easily sliped in to his mind at such a distance and wondered again to night..was he being called to his true death?..and strangely, did he care if he was..and the sad warm need, to see her, to touch her, to let her be the one..one way or another to finally end his torment..his terrible loneliness..yes he finally answered him self..let her end it...

 

[monique_minx]

Nurse Mariska

Mariska continued down the hall, considering how she would show Elysia’s vanity to her. All manner of dark and torturous thoughts came to mind with this one, how she might scar her and ruin her, let her live and yet make it so she would wish for death. Mariska surprised herself with the streak of wanton cruelty she wanted to wreak upon this wretched young woman but she didn’t question it, she just wanted to run with the feeling.

“Elysiaaaa, oh Elysiaaaaa!” Mariska sang into the woman’s ear as she slept before Mariska’s hand crawled up and cupped Elysia’s cheek, rubbing her thumb across the skin none too gently.

“Come now girl, it’s hardly exciting if you’re asleep throughout.” Mariska rolled her eyes, her tone dripping some haphazard nastiness that could barely be detected as her hand smoothly slapped the woman twice but only hard enough to rouse her.

“I’m trying to do a job here, you might be a little helpful by waking up the first time!” The nurse snapped at Elysia in annoyance and murmured an icy command in her ear before she moved away, “Guilt.”

While Elysia tried to compensate for the sudden and overwhelming guilt, Mariska moved away to a cabinet and took a set of keys from her pocket. She unlocked the doors to it and rifled through while assisting Elysia’s reasons for feeling guilty by talking over her shoulder.

“Ungrateful patients. Always making my job more difficult. Clean my sheets, get my food, ow it hurts! Nurse I just pissed myself! Nurse I need more drugs! Nurse I can’t wake up when you fucking tell me to because I’m a prissy bitch who doesn’t give a damn about your job or that you’re trying to help me!” Mariska snapped without looking at Elysia, she took up a scalpel and held it at her back, slipping the knife into her waistband carefully when she turned around with a paper cup and two pills in hand.

“Blind.” She announced this order and Elysia’s pupil’s dilated rapidly while Mariska moved to fill the cup with water and carefully set the scalpel down on the bedside table.

She moved a small mirror attached to the wall across until Elysia was reflected in it. Elysia wouldn’t understand, her ears didn’t hear the commands, only her body did and reacted to them. Mariska’s skills were well honed under Renee but she’d played one too many times with Renee’s food and it was decided she’d be placed where her skills would serve the most use - a hospital filled with injured food and possible vampire victims coming into Emergency where the vampire underworld may well be uncovered if any of them remembered what had happened to them. Mariska’s powers wiped their memories in most cases, she never bothered with the elderly patients, it was amusing to watch the doctors diagnose them as geriatrics with Dementia or Alzheimer’s when their crazed ramblings about nurses with sharp teeth began.

“Sighted.” Mariska murmured to Elysia and allowed her to see again, “Here. You’re just having some side effects dear.” Mariska placed the cup of water in her hand and the two paralytic pills next to it, “Take these and you’ll feel better.”

In truth? Elysia would feel nothing, she would be unable to feel anything and unable to defend herself, unable to move or scream as Mariska disfigured her. That was the intention. The drugs would last for four hours and by then? Mariska already intended to be long gone from the room, whether or not Elysia would be alive when she did was up for debate.

 

[ShyMystica]

“Don’t worry Elysia, I am here to protect you. Nothing will happen to you while I am here, I promise.”

No…no, no, no. She wasn’t listening to a single word. Unconsciously Elysia tightened her grip at Trinity’s shirt, her emerald eyes begging for Trinity to see, for her to understand the urgency and truth of what she said. Instead Trinity continued to calm her…

“You will be leaving here tomorrow and coming home with me. I will make sure nothing happens to you Elysia, I swear it. You must rest, let your body heal.”

Tomorrow? No, they had to leave today, right now…right this very second! Elysia’s eyes desperately searched Trinity’s for any flicker of understanding, but there was none; just the endless calming warmth of Trinity’s heavenly blue gaze. It was a powerful gaze, one that shocked Elysia slightly. Despite the overwhelming worry in which her gaze held, it was the calmness and odd sensation of serenity that seemingly absorbed into Elysia’s very soul. She was completely lost, all thoughts of the large man, and the nurse simply faded, her attention now absorbed on the woman who held her gingerly.

Closing her eyes Elysia relaxed into the embrace as the calmness continued to flow through her. The warmth and softness of Trinity’s skin allowed Elysia’s body to melt against her, almost as if she was wrapped in a blanket of peace and safety. Slowly Elysia’s breathing slowed to match Trinity’s, the soft thud of her heart slowly encouraging Elysia’s own to calm from its frantic state. Each deep breath Elysia’s senses were overwhelmed by her scent; an intoxicating combination of sweet musk and vanilla cherries. Unconsciously Elysia stored the feeling to memory before raising her eyes once again to look at the woman.

Immediately the fear returned to Elysia’s mind, and her urge to flee and get Trinity away from the danger rose within her. Yet the more she lost herself in the blue-depths of Trinity’s gaze, the more she hesitated. What was she to say? That an insane sociopath of a nurse attacked her and drank blood from her injury? That she had a dream that the same nurse tried to harm Trinity in a similar fashion? There was no way that Trinity would believe a word. And why would she? The absurdity of what happened seemed fitting for a gruesome, cheesy black and white vampire horror film. Besides, what if it was all a hallucination? A figment of her imagination as a side effect of the drugs she was on? What good would it do to worry the woman further with psychotic ramblings if it all was just a dream? The last thing Elysia wanted to do at that moment was to see an ounce of fear or worry wash through those eyes.

With a deep breath Elysia moved back to lie upon the bed, the drug that continued to pump into her bloodstream pulled at her conscious state to sleep once more. She didn’t wish to sleep, not yet. She needed to make sure that Trinity was safe, to make sure that the psychotic nurse was merely an over-dramatisation of her drug-induced mind. But it wasn’t long until the drug won the battle, and she drifted softly in and out of consciousness. She was vaguely aware of her physical surroundings; she sensed when Trinity got up to leave her bedside, the sudden cooling of the room at her departure caused her to shiver slightly. But just as she felt Trinity leave, another presence entered the room causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end.

“Elysiaaaa, oh Elysiaaaaa!”

The voiced cooed with such intense sadistic playfulness that Elysia’s soul cringed with fear. Immediately she knew the owner of the voice. The nurse, she was back, but unlike last time her voice held no secret as to her desires. Images quickly flashed in Elysia’s mind of the sick treatment the nurse pushed upon her just a few hours ago. Inwardly she fought the battle between her imagination and reality. She silently begged for the nurse to leave, but also continued to curse her own stupidity for such over-dramatic imaginings of this nurse. She was just nurse! She was there to help her, to aid her recovery.

“Come now girl, it’s hardly exciting if you’re asleep throughout.”

Then her touch was upon her; the nurse’s icy hand roughly caressing Elysia’s face caused her heart to freeze in fear. She was right…the woman was mad! She wasn’t making it all up, it was real. Clenching her eyes shut, Elysia began to pray that the nurse would just leave. Yes! Maybe if she pretended to remain asleep the nurse would just leave. But as the icy hand fell hard against her cheek Elysia’s hope shattered into a million violent pieces. In its place fear coiled around her soul as the hopelessness of the situation absorbed her mind. Her emerald eyes shot open, her delicate trembling hand moving up to rub the heated throbbing pain that danced upon her cheek.

“I’m trying to do a job here, you might be a little helpful by waking up the first time!”

Suddenly the fear that had wrapped itself tightly around Elysia’s soul dissipated, the remains quickly morphing into a blinding sense of guilt. It hit her hard, and as she watched the nurse walk away, her mind went into a frenzy of confusion. The sense of danger still hung in the air, it was something that Elysia just couldn’t shake. But the insanity of her accusations of this poor nurse clawed at her conscious. Who was she to judge this woman? God knows that nursing was a tasking job, yet all Elysia had done was condemn the poor nurse to a being of madness and sadistic pleasures. And with what evidence? A few drug-induced hallucinations?

Grasping the headboard, Elysia hissed through clinched teeth to pull herself upright. The pain from her wound though dulled from the morphine that slowly continued to pump into her bloodstream, still violently shot through her body every time she moved. But she couldn’t be still…no. She had to apologise, beg for forgiveness…anything to make this nurse see that she meant no harm.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Elysia’s words were swiftly cut short as the nurse began to vent her anger. If the nurse did hear her, she didn’t give any inclination that she cared. And why would she? She had every right to be mad…Elysia hadn't shown any appreciation for everything the nurse had to put up with.

“I’m sorry, I really am…please? Forgiv…” As soon as the words pleadingly slipped from Elysia’s lips, her eyes began to twitch as the nurse slowly became nothing more than a blurry white mass on the other side of the room. She tried to focus on the woman, yet as she tried a dark lens crept into her view, growing until the darkness finally consumed her sight and the nurse was no longer visible…just darkness.

Frantically Elysia looked around the room, but it was all the same; no shapes, no colours, not a damn thing besides an unyielding blanket of darkness. Her anxiety rose swiftly; her breathing shallow and quick, her body trembling as she gripped the sheets below her, her mind dizzy as she tried to comprehend what was going on. She couldn’t see! She was blind! She could hear the nurse moving; almost feel her by her side as she placed things on the bedside table. Instinctively Elysia reached out and grabbed the nurse’s arm, her fingers wrapping around it tightly as she tried to speak…

“I can’t see…help me? Please?” Elysia shivered as she felt the nurse’s skin brush against her cheek, the woman’s icy breath danced across her skin setting her skin to goosebump immediately. Then, as if by a miracle, the darkness that had blanketed her vision slowly began to fade. The light was harsh at first, the small radiant beams striking through the dissipating darkness, causing her head to spin wildly. Whimpering softly, she fell back onto the bed, the softness of the pillows seemingly enveloping her now pounding head.

“Here. You’re just having some side effects dear.”

Hesitantly Elysia opened her eyes, a small sigh of relief escaping her lips as she gazed upon the nurse, her emerald eyes beaming her gratitude and thanks. But before she had a chance to thank her, a small cup of water and two pills were placed into her palm, distracting her to pull her gaze to look at them curiously. Surely she was on enough drugs without taking more. Perhaps the nurse got the medication chart wrong…morphine was still being pumped into her system, surely that was enough. As if sensing her hesitation the nurse spoke, her voice hypnotic…

“Take these and you’ll feel better.”

As soon as the nurse’s words fluttered through her mind, the guilt tightened around her soul causing her heart to lurch painfully. Without a second thought Elysia swiftly swallowed the tablets and handed the empty paper cup back. Relaxing back into the bed it wasn’t long until her entire body simply melted into the sheets below her, almost as if her body simply floated upon a cloud of her own dreams. She couldn’t remember ever being so…at peace. No, that wasn’t true. She had felt that peace in the arms of Trinity.

“Wha…what were those tablets for?” Elysia’s voice trembled from her lips. She could barely speak, her lips simply didn’t wish to move. She swallowed nervously as she fought to control her body, but she couldn’t move…she was simply limp upon the bed. Panic quickly grew within her as tears swelled in her eyes before streaming down her cheeks. Her mind screamed and pleaded for her body to move, to get up and run…but all she could do was watch in stunned horror as the nurse moved closer, the glint in her eyes promising the pain only nightmares were created of.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Trinity slowly released Elysia, hoping not to disturb her while she slipped from the room. She left the door open a crack, glancing down the hall before she moved toward the lounge on the first floor. Trinity’s senses was still flaring and yet she thought that maybe, just maybe what was happening with Elysia was causing her to see ghosts or rather feel them.

Trinity moved from the elevator and into the lounge hoping to find something to warm her. For some reason she had a chill set inside of her body. It was chilling her to the bone and maybe that was also what was making her crazy with feelings and thoughts. She let her mind linger on the rage she felt come off of John. It seemed like anytime she thought about him, she found herself reaching for him.

Trinity felt urgency even a warning of sorts, but a warning for what? Her senses usually didn’t let her down, but they have been on alert since coming here and she had yet seen anything. Her thoughts again turning to Elysia, the woman who seems to have given Trinity something she tried to keep herself away from. Trinity always kept people at a distance because she never wanted anyone to use the people she cared about her.

John had been the first person in a long while that grabbed her attention in something much more than prey and now here was Elysia. She touched a part of Trinity that made Trinity want to watch over her, protect her from what Trinity knew was out there. Trinity wanted to wrap Elysia in a protective cocoon, making sure nothing could ever touch her again.

Trinity took a deep breath and let it out. Closing her eyes, her hands moved to her shoulders and neck, letting her fingers massage over the tense muscles there. It had been a long night already, between touching John to Elysia thinking something was coming for them. Trinity would know if something was there. At least she hoped so, but maybe the stress of everything happening in such a short time span was wearing on her. She reached for a cup of coffee when she was hit with another wave of urgency, danger, and a need to protect.

Turning around from the coffee machine she closed her eyes, trying to center herself, to calm her raging thoughts and even ignoring the heat seeping into her hand from the cup of coffee. She felt the hint of evil, the same thing she had been feeling all night. Was it remnants of the attack from Bowie and that new vampire? For the life of her Trinity couldn’t remember the name of the new vampire, but she had never seen him before and she knew many of the vampires in town; yet she never heard or saw who the ‘head’ of this group was.

Trinity took another deep breath and opened herself up a bit more, spreading out the fingers of her gift. She was finally clearing up the image in her mind of the hospital and surrounding area. She gasped when she touched over John, he was headed toward her and fast. Her eyes snapped open wondering if he finally had come to his senses and decided to get rid of Elysia. All she could get from him was the feeling of utter urgency. Trinity turned putting her cup down and began to head for the doorway leading back into the hospital at a quickened pace.

 

[LucianDevine]

Lucian's first post as John

As John ran, he felt his mind and concentration torn in what seemed to be a million directions. He knew he'd be hunted by Renee, was concerned and curious about the vampires that had so opened attacked Renee's mansion. Even more than those two thoughts though, he felt for Trinity, feared for Elysia, and knew he was pressed for time. Sadly though, all of those thoughts paled in comparison to the fact that he had to reach the hospital by sunrise. If he didn't make it before then, it would fall to Trinity and Trinity alone to protect Elysia from an evil she might not even know existed.

So, with a mind scattered with cares, worries, and desperations, John forced himself forward, pushing his speed for all that he was worth. Even as he ran though, expending strength with his speed and the endurance it would take to sustain the pace, he also used his power to hide himself from the gazes of any who might see him moving at such a speed.

Even when he saw the hospital though, John didn't feel much better. He'd beaten the sunrise, but he felt drained. Even the blood packet hadn't helped him regain as much strength as he would have liked. In fact, the only things that made him feel even the slightest bit better was the presence of Trinity, the feel of her power, and knowing he was close to Elysia.

John walked into the hospital, immediately sending his power out in trails until he found Trinity. The very moment he felt her though, he started to move in that direction, letting soft pulses of his power tell any humans who might try to stop think better of those ideas. The closer to Trinity John got, the better he started to feel. Her mere presence seemed to calm his worries, as many of those worries as there might have been.

It wasn't until John came around the last corner though, and saw Trinity standing next to a coffee machine that he allowed a small smile to come to his face. He let the pulses of his power fade, simply sending strings of it towards her as he walked, caressing her form with that power.

"Trinity..." John said softly, his dark blue eyes found and held her light blue one's.

There were so many things that John wanted to tell Trinity, so many things he wanted to say to her. In the end though, there was really only one way to start. John wasn't ready for it just yet though. There was strength in his eyes, but his body was drained, even eternally young, immortal, and strong as he was. "There's something I have to tell you Trinity." John said as he stepped up beside her, moving to grab a coffee cup of his own. He didn't look at her as he filled the cup full, and couldn't even meet her gaze as he drank. When he lowered the cup though, his gaze found hers once more.

"It's not safe for you to be around me Trinity. I'm going to be hunted...and so are you."

Even as John spoke, he knew what he was implying. He knew how it could be taken, how she might interpret his words. He wouldn't make that choice for her though, didn't want to. He felt obliged to inform her of the risks though, even if it pushed her away from him. It was simply a risk he had to take.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

The moment her cup touched the table she felt him, almost like he was caressing over her body. What was John trying to do; distract her from trying to protect Elysia? That seemed rather odd since she got that same feeling off of him when they first made it to the hospital. Her eyes closed for a moment, savoring the feel of his power moving over her before she knew he was about to round the corner.

Her eyes flicked opened just as he appeared, walking in a determined stride up beside her and grabbing a coffee cup. Her eyes moved over him, something was off about him but she couldn’t seem to put her finger on it. Her eyes continued to scan over him, looking for any sign whatsoever to what was wrong. John’s words cutting into her, but also making her rather curious. She turned toward him, “It is never safe being around you John. It hasn’t been since the night I came across your….trail.”

Trinity was always hunted, that was nothing new, so why did John feel it a need to tell her she was going to be hunted. Was he trying to warn her about something she wasn’t sensing? Her eyes held curiosity in them, “What do you mean you are going to be hunted, much less myself. I am always hunted John. Even you were hunting me if I am not mistaken and I you. What are you not telling me?”

Trinity grew worried; John usually was more direct than this. It was almost like he was holding back, afraid of what to say to her. Her head tilted just slightly, her eyes scanning over his face trying to pick up on what was being guarded.

Trinity began to take a step closer to him, but a wave of evil washed over her and it wasn’t coming from him. She turned her eyes back to the door and the first thing that crossed her mind was he was a decoy, something to keep her occupied while his friends too care of Elysia. Her eyes moved back to him, anger evident in them.

 

[LucianDevine]

John felt Trinity's eyes on him as he drank from the cup of coffee. He knew what she was thinking, even before she said it. It was true he'd been vague, but even he didn't know how he wanted to put this. How could he?

In the end, John knew it was inevitable. He had to tell her what had happened tonight, or at least some of it. As he turned his dark blue eyes towards her, opening his mouth to speak, he saw her head dart to the side, staring towards Elysia's door. When her gaze turned back to him though, it wasn't the same. There was anger in those eyes.

"It's not the same as before Trinity, not any more. You are right when you say you were being hunted, and yes, I was hunting you as well. Tonight though, my employer freed me. That may sound good, but it's not. I know she's going to come after me, come after anybody close to me, and even use them to get to me if she has to. Worse than that though, is that as I was leaving her mansion, it was under attack. You have to understand. We don't do that Trinity. We don't attack each other so openly, we don't do it in such a way that would attract significant human attention. The force behind this is powerful indeed, powerful and arrogant. Worse yet, they saw me while I was running from the mansion. If they wanted her dead that badly, they will come for me...and probably anybody close to me."

John took several long and deep breaths as he finished speaking, almost as though he hadn't taken a single breath during the whole of his rant. John found himself at a loss of words. He didn't know what else to say, what else she might want him to say, or even if she would take heed of any of it. Almost before he had time to think about it though, he felt a surge of evil coming from the direction of Elysia's door.

"Fuck! I forgot about Elysia!" John cussed loudly. He had a good feeling he knew what that evil was, but he was almost too afraid to go near it, lest he see what he suspected. He headed straight for the door though, keeping a tight reign on his power. He didn't want the stupid bitch, if it was her, to know that he was coming, not until it was too late.