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 Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 6:37 pm
Daegonna was barely cognizant of Ice's words, and she had no idea of how important it was that she understand and obey them. She was shaking like a leaf, tears streaming down her face. She was breathing too fast and too shallow. Her mind was a mess.
Even before they'd met, before Daegonna had been marked by Ice, she had been troubled. Abuse, torture, guilt, loneliness, and bad blood had plagued her for as long as she could remember. Her coping mechanisms were limited. The stretch of her sanity even moreso.
Ice's manic laughter penetrated the fog of her mind, and fresh fear intensified. But she knew she could not be so near to him without touching him.
But she couldn't go near him. He would hurt her, he would do terrible things to her. He was a monster. But so was she. Did that make it ok?
"No...." she mewled out "No...no....no...no...."
She was rocking back and forth, hugging herself, curled up as small as she could, as if simply by being little, she could escape the fiend's notice.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 6:43 pm
Dae... you're going to get yourself in MORE trouble...
*Snarling now, Ice dug his claws into his own flesh, fighting to stay clear headed. He couldnt just switch her back off as he had done earlier - he didnt have enough focus and it was so much more now, without the drugs interfering on her end. He closed his eyes and sought his own willpower.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself stood over her, breathing hard.
FORCING himelf calm with what shreds of sense were left to him, he grabbed her shoulder with a bloody hand, BARELY managing to keep himself from digging his claws in and doing far worse than just that. Somehow, he managed just a VERY firm grip and stayed still, screaming with the effort, and then... as suddenly as it had started, the fight for independant thought stopped. Heat washed through him, and he poured cold into her, collapsing to his knees and returning to fits of laughter as the line between them flowed again, unbroken.*
Ye gods, Id be more powerful than a God if I ever took my way with you... calm down Princess. I havent hurt you, not ONCE tonight. Im not going to. Ive had plenty of chance and didnt. Calm down.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 6:55 pm
Daegonna heard his snarled statement, and began formulating the vague idea that she needed to calm down and shut up or she'd get hurt. She clamped her lips shut, and crawled into the safe place in her mind, where nobody could hurt her anymore. It was hard to focus, though. Ice was close, and drawing closer. He looked like he was about to go into a frenzy.
He grabbed her shoulder. She clenched her teeth so tightly she thought they'd break. She wrapped her hands about her throat. She wasn't sure if it was to protect her throat, or to stifle any cry she might make. She didn't cry out. She started to crawl back into her mind again. He screamed. She didn't even whimper. She was too scared. Then he stopped. Cold poured into her, numbing her a bit. She managed a few coherent thoughts, somehow, above the deafening roil of fear and guilt and shame and pain that dominated her mind.
She didn't address his statement that he'd gain godlike power if he had his way with her. She was terrified of where that conversation might lead.
He was right.
He hadn't hurt her.
"That's what scares me." She whispered. "You thrive on pain - my pain - and even after all the trouble you've gone to in tracking me down and rescuing me, you have not demanded anything." Her words might not make sense to him. She certainly wasn't asking to be hurt. She was just confused and scared. The world was give and take, buy and sell.
"You gave me my freedom...." She whispered, trying to clarify "I'm afraid of what you will take."
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 7:04 pm
Who says Ive given you your freedom? I just got you away from people who DEFINITELY dont deserve you.
*He leaned in and nipped at her ear, licking up the edge, nuzzling her fingers over her neck*
You're my property, remember? My vassal. No one else gets to hold you captive. Thats insulting. Why do think I took such personal vengeance?
*These were probably NOT comforting words.. but they WERE 'Ice' kind of words. And the justifications may help Dae somewhat - the murders and torture had not been HER fault or idea, Ice had been that thorough out of his own sense of injured pride, not because SHE wanted him to, although that had been there too.*
My only 'kindness' as it were tonight was in NOT taking advantage, though Caine knows I wanted to... you feel it. You know what Im like, at my core. And yes, there is going to be a price for that, but one I dont think you'll have trouble paying... and when you think about it, and you WILL have time to, one you may not even be THAT upset about. I havent demanded it until now, because I dont HAVE to. I WAS just going to do it.
*Ice stood up, releasing his grip to a contact of one finger on her shoulder, the line still unbroken between them. Without that touch, Ice knew the threat of being overwhelmed would return.*
Come on, lets finish this off and get out of here. Then we will dicuss the future.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 7:11 pm
The words weren't comforting in the conventional sense, but they were rational, in a very 'Ice-y' way. She knew, on some level, that Ice considered her his property. She didn't like that idea, but it wasn't her idea. His vengeance had only been compounded by hers. The deaths weren't entirely on her head, but she definitely had blood on her hands. She'd done some of the damage herself, she'd goaded Ice on, she'd taken pleasure in the pain of others. She flinched when he nipped at her ear, but managed not to pull away...Until he moved down to her neck. She jerked away, but didn't completely break their contact.
She was still worried about the price he would demand. He was giving her time to think about it, which made her a little more nervous, but he didn't think she'd be very upset by it. What was he talking about? What had he meant to just do? What didn't he have to demand from her? There were a few possible answers to that.
She slowly got to her feet, still trembling and scared.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 7:22 pm
*Ice watched her as she stood. Then he did something he was usually good at NOT doing. He pushed down the link and furtehr into her head. A brief, 2 second snap shot, just to see HOW bad the damage was.
He decided then and there, he WOULD go ahead with the payment he had intended... or at least the first part. She wasnt in any fit state to be alone or unwatched.
Wrapping his fingers around her wrist, he spoke to her in the more commanding of his voices, expecting to be obeyed*
Keep the contact with me. You let go, I wont be held responsible for what I might do to you. You're a total mess. Im going to get our friend off the table and I'll finish dealing with him later. Do NOT let go of me, understand?
*he would not continue until he knew she did. His plan after that was simple. He would shadow step all three of them - Montague included - back to the ice chasm and directly into one of the clear walled cells. There, he wouldnt even both unlocking the door so HE could exit, he'd walk through the wall with his half dead charge and deposit HIM in another cell, in chains, before returning to Dae. Furnishing the cell with a decent bed, fur rugs, food, table, anything easily to had to make it more home like, he intended for now to keep her in the regenerating cell until such time as one, she'd had time to calm and realise she wasnt in direct danger and two, Roan was stable enough she wouldnt do something stupid as and when Dae went home.
A level headed Roan he knew would not try to harm Daegonna for Iden;s death. The currently unstable psychopath though was not so reliable. And his vassal was too dear to him. He knew Daegonna was going to hate this to her core, but time would show he WASNT going to rape her, or even mistreat her. Just... keep her around for both their benefits. There was a second part to his 'price' for liberating her from Paris, but there would be time eough for that after she rested and stabilised.
Tired, and still full of an unsatisfied need, Ice woudl leave after making sure she was as comfortable as could be achieved at short notice and went to his own rooms where he had... pleasures... of his own he could pursue*
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 7:35 pm
Daegonna felt the invasion of her mind, brief though it was. She didn't have time to defend herself against it. By the time she'd even realized Ice was poking about in her head, he'd seen what he needed to and withdrawn. No damage done. She stared nervously up at him, and nodded as he spoke. She obediently clung to his arm, kept close by the vague threat of what he might do.
"I understand." She mumbled.
Suddenly, she was inside an icecube. It took her a moment to figure out she was standing in a cell made of ice. She looked around, confused and scared. Ice stepped through the wall, deposited Montague, and returned. He furnished the room fairly comfortably, but she was still obviously a prisoner. Bed. Food. Table. It was about as cozy as an icecube got.
Then Ice was gone, off to....Daegonna didn't want to know what he was off to do. She stood there, looking around for a good ten or fifteen minutes. She was somewhat dazed by everything. She couldn't process all of what had happened to her. She stared around the room. Nothing appeared to be dangerous, or any kind of trap. She couldn't eat, right now. She was exhausted, though. She looked to the bed, and considered collapsing on it, but she didn't want to be in a bed right now. She glanced over to the fur rug, and came to the same conclusion. Same with the table, besides which, sleeping on a table would've been really uncomfortable. In the end, the bed won.
Shivering, trembling, utterly exhausted and traumatized and terrified, she crawled into the bed, bundling up beneath the blankets and furs. Then she fell into a fitful sleep, plagued by terrible nightmares. She tossed and turned, and occasionally woke with a fearful scream. Then she would realize where she was, and lie back down, sobbing and trembling, and drift off to sleep again, wondering how long Ice would keep her here. What price would he demand of her? Would she ever see her family again? What would happen to her if she did?
She had hundreds of questions, and not a single answer.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 7:49 pm
I vould be honored for the company, mein Freund. Und...if you are not so desperate for solitude, I may need to turn south, after the vest American coast...
Sieg nodded. As much as Javos was encouraging, he still felt his misgivings. But regardless, the Ceilican was right. He needed to keep going.
Ve should go, mein Freund. The days will only pass us by at this rate.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 3:21 am
Seraphim Blazeheart *Stood next to Corbin, then taking a few steps back, Seraphim shook his head with a grin.* Cant teach an old dog new tricks... looks like you've never had much of a challenge before, Abaddon...*The pack didnt even WINCE as Abaddon did the expected - disintegration. Sera had called it a suicide run for a reason, and was STILL an unconcerned now as he had been ordering his family to their 'deaths'. Abaddon was about to be denied his mist form. He was SPEEDING up the desired outcome Sera was aiming for, especially as Corbin took the mental assault route. Even without Abaddon's influence, the pack was... melting. From the inside out, with Abaddon now melting them from the outside IN. The long and the shgort of it was the Beast getting covered head to foot in mere SECONDS with the liquified goop of six grown men - more than enough cover the larger Diablerist head to toe. And indeed, so it would, the bloody liquid flowing with a mind of its own. How? One only had to look at Sera to see. The bandages he wore habitually around his hands and forearms like fighting wraps had turned form the off white he favoured to a slick and sticky bloody red. The blood moved with his will, as did the blood of his kin. The mess on his arms hardened into gauntlets coveing his fists, sigils up the inside of each, the bloody/goop covering Abaddon doing likewise, hardening into almost an armour covering the Beast. Shoudl he try to mist form, there would be no way to seep out of the armour. Covering him as it did, he woudl not be able to strike at it. True, should Abaddon choose blood form, leaking free as pressure ruptured the armour asunder would be possible, but Sera was already prepared for THAT eventuality. * Didnt he EVER watch or read Dracula? The blood is the life....
Abaddon's voice echoed all about the demolished chamber, as his frightening visage melted into being infront of the vitae cast prison he supposidly fell victim to. With a dreadful blackness having consumed his eyes completely the monster grinned fiendishly at his quarry.
"I exist in everything now, boy. Time. Reality, it is ALL at my very fingertips."
And as Corbin felt the cells in his body mutate finally to the point he could accomplish Temporis, Abaddon's eyes turned on Ego, his grin widening with a twitch in his leering eyes.
"And I see you in every plane to, worm."
As Corbin activated Temporis, and made an effort to pull the lot of them out of the flow of natural time, so as to pause their actions hopfully, or atleast slow them down in comparison to true time in the rest of the world, so that Fenrir could accomplish his seek and destroy task, the air thickened around the area. Rust formed and regressed sporadicly over metalic surfaces and blood spilt dried, flaked and faded, then regressed back to freshly moist.
Abaddon was countering Corbin's every attempt to manipulate the flow of time almost automaticly it seemed, as he showed no signs of strain.
Before long Corbin's eye lids would flutter, and he would be forced to a knee with a sigh. Time play was far from childs play, after all.
"He knows my every move..... Its precognition."
Abaddon would then offer Seraphim, yee of little faith a more light hearted expression, one suggestive of, dissapointment. Pity.
"So much pride, and faith in your beastial... Cainite self. I wonder."
He raised his right hand and focused his eyes on Sera, hand gesturing as if to reach for the indigo maned lad with claws caked in liquid shadows.
"Would you be so brave in a living body?"
Celerity then took over, combined with Temporis, dilaited as it was to conserve energy, bringing the Diablerist in to close combat quarters where he would deploy both clawed hands in an attempt to simply clutch onto Seraphim's shoulders with all his might. Should he accomplish contact as such, the process would begin. Bringing life BACK, into every cell of Seraphim's being. Bringing his body back to mortal life. Forcing his heart to once more beat, and lungs to fill with air.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:03 am
*When Daegonna awoke next, in the light of 'day' - if there was such a thing here - she woudl find herself no longer alone.
The cell was transformed - much larger now and looking more like living quaters than solitary confinement. The faun himself sat at the far side of a large mahogony table, his fingers steepled in front of him, hooves resting on the wood and a large galss of vitae at his elbow. He looked much much better - like the cat that got the cream in fact.
A book rested on his raised knees, open 1/3 of the way through. It would seem the sleepless Fiend had been watching over his new charge after she had last fallen back into slumber, and from the bloated look of self satsifaction... he;d been enjoying her nightmares, even if he hadnt actively intruded on her*
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:09 am
Daegonna woke with a gasp and a start. She sat bolt upright, clutching the blankets to her chest, and looking wildly around. Waking up somewhere different from where you fell asleep can be disorienting. If you're already scared and teetering on the brink of a panic attack, it's not good.
She sat there shaking, clutching the blankets for dear life, for several minutes.
Finally her eyes settled on Ice. He seemed quite pleased, and not at all tired. Had he been there long? She frowned a bit, seeing the book. Yeah, that'd be a few hours of reading done. He'd been watching her sleep, and, based on the look of a cat who ate every canary in the petshop, had been enjoying her dreams immensely.
She combed her tousled curls back from her face with a shaking hand, and shifted to lean her back against the wall. She stared across the room at him warily.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:20 am
Still overconfident mon ami....
*It wasnt clear which of his other selves Sera was aijming the comment at, but either way, the blood 'around' Abaddon flowed and spilled back down, seeping into the floor it seemed.
Abaddon was no doubt to busy to care over much, what with countering Corbin and then deciding to turn his focus on Seraphim. The indigo haired triplet grinned.
He made no attempt to step away from Abaddon, no flinch or worry as massive hands clamped onto his shoulders. He merely looked up, MEETING Abaddon;s gaze*
Beastial... cainite... self?
*He laughed, and woudl have doubled up with it had it not been for the calws on his shoulders, but the depth of his amusement rippled through him, and Abaddon woudl feel it*
Ich. Bin. Antichristen!
*He leered into the deadly visage of the Beast and LET him attempt his transmogriphication. Abaddon woudl find life IN every cell, though.. not the same as that of a mortal. There was also something dark about his genetics, some weird combination of life and death, neither one state nor the other*
Call it the gene of darkness... YOU followed the abyss... I stuck to being the temptation. Widow!
*The blood on the floor had seeped into place around Widow, who stood far back from the rest, surrounded now by sigils of her kins' blood, her hair streaming back with the amount of power she was channelling*
Give our brother a boost...
*Seraphim reached up and grabbed onto Abaddon's hands, holding them fast against his own shoulders as he held the Beasts's gaze, his genetics dancing rings around the attempts to make him merely mortal. True, every now and then his body passed through the 'just' mortal phase, but it was impossible to command the combined BASIC genetics to be other than what they were - Seraphim had been born perfectly naturally to a man and a woman after all. It just who they WERE that made the difference. Living or dead, it didnt make much odds to him, he consistantly swung back to a happy medium, meaning only small portions of his body at a time could be affected.
In the mean time, Widw gladly channelled extra strength and energy into Corbin, the combined vitae of all the Blazeheart pack at his disposal. The amounts garned were so much that a mere SIDEEFFECT was the raising of any and all dead in the immediate area, above AND below ground, under Widow's direct will and control.
Moving softly to Corbin's side, skirting her packmate, Widow murmured to Corbin in a lilting voice*
Temptation works for him... he isnt the hardhitter you are. Think fast while he keeps the Devourer distracted.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:25 am
Take your time.
*Ice let his feet find the floor once more, but didnt get up. He sat and sipped at his drink, gesturing to the food at the other end of the table from him*
I reccommend you eat something. For al your trauma is 'healed', yur body will still need a lot of energy to settle down and adjust to just being normal again. I assure you, I intend you no harm, nor do I intend to even touch you unless you come to me first. Sit, drink, eat and we will talk.
*Another elongated sip, and his pink eyes focused back on her*
You are no doubt thinking Im going to keep you here like a caged songbird for my own pleasures, but that is not the case, this is simply the safest place for you right now. I would not have laid the extra furnishings on if I wished to harm you - you know I always go for mental pain first.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:32 am
Daegonna watched him suspiciously for several long moments. She was hungry. Her stomach growled. She realized she'd not eaten in days. Part of the beauty of the drug cocktail was that it was an appetite suppressant as well, making it much easier to feed large numbers of girls, and keep them at an ideal weight.
She heard Ice's words, and thought about them for a bit. It was true. He'd not have gone to the trouble of furnishing the room if he just wanted to keep her here to abuse her. She didn't know what he meant when he said it was the safest place for her. Was he keeping her safe from the DeSeers? From herself? Probably.
After a few minutes of thought, she slid from the bed and padded silently over to the table. She seated herself. She poked suspiciously at the food, and sniffed at it, then took a bite. She didn't bother keeping her eyes on Ice. If he wanted to he could close the distance between them too fast for her eyes to process, even if she were staring straight at him. She did glance up at him several times, mostly just to ensure he was still seated across from her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:36 am
*Ice didnt move, true to his word. Sat across from her, he returned to study of his book, sipping quietly from his drink while she ate, not even doing her the discourtesy of watching her eat.
It wouldnt be until she was finished and sat back also that he'd again turn his awful, deceptive pink eyes on her*
Better?
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