Web of Desires (Closed)

[BellaxMorte]

(Closed for Satyr_Lotharious)

Character: Siryn Cypher
Age: 218
Race: Vampire
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 130
Eye Color: Silver
Hair Color: Black

Bio -

Siryn was born over 200 years ago, her parents were both fairly poor and not so well off. She grew up as any young girl might until she met him. A mysterious stranger in the dead of night. She being rather young at the time though it to be a whirl wind romance in which she might find herself married. But it was far from such a blissful thing. She was instead pulled head first into darkness, her embrace was violent and twisted. After he raped her he left her there utterly alone.

She had no idea how to be what she was. She didn’t understand what she had become and thus had to learn everything by way of experiencing it. When she learned the sun was dangerous she nearly died from burns, but ironically over time slowly developed the ability to walk in the sun, at least to an extent.

Feeding was the hardest lesson she had to learn as she didn’t realize what it was she hungered for until it was too late. She went into a horrible frenzy and she killed many until she was finally bloated and sated. When she was lucid she was surrounded by bodies.

It was then that she fled and it wasn’t for several years after the incident that she saw her sire again. He tried to hurt her, rape her, defile her, use her and control her but she escaped his vile grasp. Only to end up in the hands of beings not much better…

* * *

The sounds were maddening, but typical of an underground slave auction. A place that was outlawed not only among humans, but among the paranormal as well. But like all things, there was a black market for it. This specific slave auction was one that traveled often around California. This one was currently being held in a large warehouse, though to be abandoned, the doors heavily guarded by lycanthropes, minions of those who ran the auction.

Inside it was dark and dirty, the lights low or red tented as not to offend the eyes of vampiric shoppers. Platforms, posts, and cages held their wares. There were women and men being sold, some even nude. They were sold for various reasons. Servitude, manual labor, blood dolls, and in some cases being sold as sex slaves to the highest bidder.

Siryn was being held in a cage that was too small for her to fit. She was barely clothed, scraps of itchy fabric covering her more vital parts. Her hair was dirty, greasy and blood soaked. She hadn’t been a very obedient slave thus she got treated badly. Though she was still going at a rather high price as she was vampiric and able to withstand the sun, and human food to some degree.

There were sores and wounds along her body. Cuts and lash marks from the slavers whips. Bruises on her throat, her thighs, her breasts. She had been extremely abused while being held captive. The slavers having greatly enjoyed her time and time again and eventually she simply… lost the will to fight them. They had broken her. She was broken.

She was curled up in the rusted cage, one hand up and curled around the metal bar. Her head resting against it slightly. Her dark hair had fallen into her face and hid her features, her eyes remained closed as she simply listened to the bids, the sales, and the delicious thumping of so many hearts that kept her fangs almost constantly elongated. Not many were really all that interested in her give her state and lack of energy. So most passed her by.

So she had nothing to do but wait. Wait to live or wait to die, wait for someone to take her, maybe then at least, she might be able to escape.

 

[Satyr_Lotharius]

Character: Chance Amour
Age: Over 20 Centuries
Race: Lycan
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blonde

Bio -

A kind, gentle soul within a powerful body and willfull mind. Honor and pride are dear to him.
Loyalty is a must both given and expected from others. For the most part a solitary man but
when he loves he loves far into the depths of his heart.

Possessing magic and many shapeshifting abilities, the strongest of these are Lycan tendencies
not only as a wolf but those of a spider as well. While some have always seen these abilities as
a curse Chance has turned them into strengths he uses to protect those he loves and cares about.

Having watched past lovers, wives, children and friends wither and die away while he continues
on in life alone, he has become guarded with his heart and his feelings not wanting to feel the
pain and loss ever again.

***

The den is large with grandeur yet ever blanketed in the warmth of sanctuary for me. It is here i keep the momentos I have collected through all the years. The shelves filled with more than just books to me but annals of my journey through life and the lives of others I have known and touched. What many call Ancient History seem like just days ago to me. Seated relaxed in my most comfortable chair, reading the Iliad I think back to the struggle I had convincing Homer to even write it in the first place...my body reacts to the sudden jolt of pain and sorrow in my brain. I must go to her is all I can think as I work through the pain.
I call to my servants for my cloak and limo then rush to the source. A slave auction? I was aware that such places existed but i had never been to this one nor am I known to frequent such places. I have had collared lovers and pets in my past but they were never slaves to me and always they wanted my guidance and protection.

I saw an acquaintance, a man I gambled with at times. I never really cared for the man but I thought he might be useful at this momnent. "Amour! How are you old boy? Rather surprised seeing you at a place like this." I gave him a chilling smile that he was quite use to and put him in his place. We were both Lycan but he was far down on the chain of power. "I've been lonely of late and thought I might find a willing companion here tonight." I disgusted myself with the lie but I was not going to explain my rarely erring senses, especially to this fool. "Well come along then and lets see what they have."

We moved through some sort of cave or dungeon pushing past the potential Mistress and Masters,all dressed in great splendor but then I was dressed no less elegantly. This place worse than Egypt and the slave encampments, near as bad as the jewish concentration camps we liberated. Had I not fought in so many wars to abolish this? I felt the anger swell inisde of me, the deep low rumbled growl in my throat just before...no, stay calm and controlled for now.

I made my way to the holding cages. Some biddings had already begun, I searched about with my senses more than my eyes, trying to find her. Then I saw her, felt her, as stong as I am my knees almost buckled feeling her bone wrenching pain and distress, my God! how could she have endured such a life of anguish and survived? I could feel it all pouring into me. She was so lovely, so elegant. Even covered in the bleeding sores and bruises of her beatings I could see that. But I felt something much greater even than her pain, strength, resolve, hate, powerful hate. I focused on her eyes, i believed normally a bright silver filled with life now they were a slate shade of ocean blue, her long black hair almost hiding her bloodied face. They had beaten her, bled her to keep her weak, yes she was vampiric, I could sense that. How did she come to be here? Well she would not be here long.

We stood at her cell, her prison, her Hell, I was disgusted. My acquaintance and I were joined by the slaver. My acquaintance spoke "Like what you see?" My voice caught in my throat, having to fight back the rage I swallowed hard, my exterior was calm and cool just as i always remained to others, til it was too late for them to no anything else but pain and death. "This is disgusting, I don't know why I am here", "You said you wanted a companion" my acquaintance looked puzzled at me for a momnent but only a moment, my cold green eyes bore into him and he quickly averted his eyes. My voice was cold "She is a vampire" the slaver spoke “That she is, sir, a day walker too, rare and worth a lot of money.” I was enraged “If she is worth so much why have you beaten her so badly? Why would a man want to purchase something that’s broken?” "Slaves are better broken" his cruel smile made me want to take him by the neck and throttle him but this was not the time. "Release her" I growled. “Ten thousand dollars cash and I will be more then happy to oblige.” my eye lids half closed as my cold stare bore into him and wiped the cruel smile from his lips, he knew nothing of cruelty...yet.
The slaver organization was strong and only a fool man would mess with them, but then I was no ordinary man. Someday I will come back and raze this cave to dust. The money was given and the cage door swung open.
I could see the terrible fear in her eyes, certain that to her this was just out of the frying pan and into the fire. Still I sensed hope in her, a deep feeling of never giving up, never surrending. Perhaps she sensed a kindness in me. It was there although I rarely had anyone to share it with.

I approached her slowy as one would approach a wild animal, I knew she was much more than this but she had been beaten and broken, broken for now at least. Gently I took her up in my arms, being careful not to open or aggrivate any of her wounds. My strong arms held her close to me. She was so tiny, so helpless at this moment, I knew she would need to feed soon and in abundance. Cradling her to me I pressed my lips to her brow then softly I whispered in her ear “You’re safe now, baby girl.” Our eyes met and I sensed a moments trust and an eternal connection. She shifted and struggled in my arms and I heard a whimper but it did not come from her. I turned to see in a cage across from ours a small girl, no more than 7, mistreated like all the rest. Once again I felt the anger and vileness choke at my throat. A child?! In this place!
I watched as an ugly, disfigured man was ready to pull her by her hair from the cage. The bundle in my arms tried desperately to break free but her weakened condition and my super human strength held her close. She wanted desperately to help the girl. I felt the same sense of need come over me.
"Stop! I will pay you double what that man is paying you for the girl."
The slaver froze uncertain what to do. The man holding the girl looked at me, thought once, twice, then released the girl. My new babygirl reached out to hold the little one but I knew she could not so I brought the girl up into my arms as well and and she was motherly comforted by my new pet or as best she could in her weaken state.
A warm blanket was wrapped around the girl. Removing my soft grey cloak I wrapped it around my babygirl and we left the horrid place in great haste.

I came to learn that my new pets name was Siryn and the sweet child was Swift. I had no idea nor understanding why we 3 were brought together but the yet unwritten story will be one for the history books. Too bad Homer or my friend Dickens are not here to pen it.

 

[BellaxMorte]

Siryn didn’t know who this man was who came so boldly to her rusted cage and she found she wanted to tell him to get away, run away. She would be no obedient pet. Not to anyone at least… not once she actually had her strength back. At the moment she was just a meek almost lifeless little thing.

The child in the cage near hers, was a sad sight indeed. She had noticed the poor girl hours ago and had done her best to comfort her. Though there was little she could do to help her Siryn simply couldn’t leave her there to be tortured by these men in any capacity.

She was struggling even when she was brought out of the cage, Reaching for the child. It was a point in his favor that he actually did something about it and when he offered to pay double for the little girl Siryn called and peered up at the man who she soon learned was Chance. She blinked at him, her face bruised and cut but she didn’t smile. Merely looked somewhat baffled up at him as he held her.

When the child was released Siryn gathered her up in her arms sheltering her from the rest of the auction and blocking the sights that Swift should not be seeing. After a moment Siryn used what little energy she had to send the child into a blissful unconsciousness. Not wanting her to see anything until they were far from this place.

She carried the child, though she was tired and weak. Every inch of her body hurt and the idea of clean water and soap almost sounded to her, like heaven. She glanced up at the man who was now apparently her Master. She wasn’t sure she liked the term or the man, but then again he’d already proved to her that he might be good. Though she wasn’t about to throw her trust at him just yet. Siryn trusted no one, not even those that did right by her. People had to earn her trust. And that was no easy feat.

She moved away from the disgusting place with his coat around her shoulders and holding the child close to her. She followed to where he led, her eyes flat and cold, distant and so tired. Eventually, outside her knees buckled and she whimpered Stumbling but she didn’t fall or drop the small form she carried. After a moment she straightened.

 

[Satyr_Lotharius]

Chance helped both females out of the wicked place leaving behind his acquaintance with his idiotic smile and sexual comments about Chance's "new nubile acquisition" as well as the slavers and the rest of the trash inside.
He watched Siryn, carrying Swift, struggling, almost stumbling then righting herself. He could sense how weak and drained she was yet could feel her pride and determination and it swelled his chest with pride. They had not broken her, only temporarily weakened her. Along with the admiration her felt for her his heart went out and was breaking. He wanted more than anything to sweep both females up in his arms and carrying them off but he would not do that to Siryn...not to anyone so full of spirit and fight.
Fortunately his driver had pulled to the entrance and was waiting a long side the limo. It was Jaguar stretch limo, long and black with all the bells and whistles. Chance treated himself with luxury wherever possible as he knew that in his long life he was not always able to do so. Tho he remembered fondly of some of his less than grand lifestyles he also remembered the hardships he has lived and seen through out history. Now he would take all the advantage his huge fortune could afford him and as always easily adapted his knowledge and skills to his place in time no different now in this technological 21st century as he did with his surroundings in Greece riding with Alexander, sailing as a ship hand on the Nina when it first came to the "New World", walking the streets Abilene wearing a badge, or keeping a cool head in the crash of 1929 making millions when 100's lost all they had.
Chance was a savvy man with impeccable instincts for survival of any kind. Win his heart, admiration or respect and you had a fierce defending friend for life. Cross him or hurt those he cared for and neither time nor distance could ever help you.

Carlos, the driver started forward to help Siryn and Swift then noticed Captain Amour motion with his hand to hold. "Just the door Carlos, please". As most of Chance's trusted servants and employees that he had gathered around him over the centuries, some vamps, lycans or lower leveled immortals, Carlos reacted immediately opening the door and helping both females inside. "Good man Carlos" Carlos snapped to attention, saluting his former Captain who he had first met and served on the waters of the Caribbean with during the hay day of the Spanish main. "Home, Carlos and quickly", Carlos bowed slightly keeping his salute then snapped it off "Aye Sir!"
Chance slipped into the limo sliding across the plush leather seats noticing that Siryn was already stretched out along one of the side couches, curled up with Swift safely in her arms. He knew the little one was fast asleep hearing her soft moans and snoring but was certain that tho Siryn might doze a bit she was ever ready, unaware of what to expect from this strange man who tho he had gotten she and the girl out of that horrid place might not be taking them to anything any better. Yes he could almost read her mind. Not that he had that ability but his instinct and experience helped him to understand her frame of mind and knew they had a shared talent. A talent Chance used often over the years to help him best any foe and win on the battlefield of any kind. He could think like his opponent. Using strategy and tactic's and animal instincts to always stay one step ahead. That's what he would experience with Siryn, wary, careful constantly on guard.
He was not a drinker but now and then took a slug just to shock his senses. He poured some Napolean brandy into a small snifter and sipped at it slowly savoring the warmth that filled his body as his mind raced looking at every angle. "What am I to do with you two?" he spoke softly out loud.

 

[BellaxMorte]

Siryn held Swift close to her, sheltering her from the mess of bodies and people as they moved out of the slave auction. No one would touch the child, not with her in Siryn’s arms. She made sure of that. Her gaze was fierce but still that dull grey rather then the vibrant shades of silver that her eyes no doubt should have been. Months and months of abuse dimmed her once radiant appearance until she was nothing more then a cold hard shell of the woman she used to be. She didn’t have much fight left in her but there was still… just enough.

Her gaze flicked to the driver and Siryn recoiled slightly as he reached out to help them. After what she had just recently been through she didn’t like being touched, she didn’t like people reaching out toward her. Clawed hands waiting the shred her already fragile form. She eyed the driver with a hint of a threat but was relieved when this man, this new owner seemed to understand and said merely for him to open the door.

As it came open she didn’t hesitate. Though she knew full well this life could be worse then the one she was leaving behind she had to take that chance. If not for herself then for the little form she carried in her arms. A child too young to have suffered through the things she suffered. She climbed into the limo carefully and moved to one of the couched. She laid down, weak and tired with Swift.

The child was curled up and asleep, likely too weak to stay awake at all. Siryn though for a few moments were eyes were closed was very, very aware. She knew where he was, heard every breath that he took, heard the glass as he poured himself something to drink. Her own mouth watered as she listened to the sound of his heart thumping and his blood rushing through his veins. She hasn’t fed properly in a long time and the need for blood grew more intense with each passing moment.

Slowly, she shifted even as he spoke. She laid Swift down somewhat far away from where Chance. Not because she thought he might hurt her but more because she didn’t know the man at all and thus refused to take any chances. Eventually she managed to sit up, though just barely. She reached up and her fingers traced along her matted an knotted hair. She winced and then looked up at him, her grey eyed searching his face carefully. One could almost see her mind at work, sizing him up.

He had an odd sort of scent not one she’d encountered before. She wasn’t sure what he was. Lycan almost but there was something else about him as well. “Hopefully –not- what they did.” She responded softly, though somehow she doubted he was actually directing the question at her. Her voice was hoarse and cracked a shadow of what her voice used to be. Her fangs were also visible now given that she was so hungry.