Second Encounter
Rhage: As soon as the female had left, it had felt like a part of me was missing. It wasn't something I was used to and I wasn't entirely sure it was something I wanted. Hands on my hips, I shook my head and looked down at the ground, searching for something. Meaning. Answers. Anything, really. Hell, even a drink.
With nothing else doing, I immediately returned the manse and decided to wear myself out. Hours passed by, the repetitive thud-thud-thud of my fists and the bags made everything fade away enough that I could breathe. By the time I crawled into bed, my muscles were like rocks, acid buildup burning in a deliciously painful way.
No sooner had I woken than my cell went off. There was trouble. It was the Cop and Vishous and from what I could hear over the line, it was a fucking mess. It was better than sitting around, thinking about a female I'd never see again so I was gone again, joining in the fight.
Outnumbered, as almost always was the case, the fight took a bad turn. I fought to hold control of myself but it wasn't doing me any good. A lucky hit from the lesser pissed me off to just the right amount and I felt it start.
I blacked out.
When I came to, I felt like I was dying. My stomach was bloated like the beast had devoured each and every lesser around. My skin was stretched taught, my insides let like they could explode any moment. It didn't matter how carefully they drove or how gently they tried to carry me inside, I swore those fuckers were purposefully trying to hit every bump and pothole, trip and knock me into everything they could find. I couldn't even remember when they finally had me in my bed, I only knew it was dark and quiet and it barely took the edge off my misery. @Mary_Tohrture
Mary: *I began to worry about the ride inside this blacked out Mercedes with #JohnMatthew. I was along for the ride to be a translator for #JohnMatthew for some kind of training program he was being offered.
We arrived at some kind of underground parking lot and I was surprised to be escorted by very large scary looking men and we followed behind a butler who looked to be in his seventies through some hallways into what looked like a classroom. One of the men had short black hair and intense dark navy blue eyes the other, looked familiar with brown hair and spoke with South Boston accent and wore a baseball cap. Both were immensely tall, well over six feet each. I would have been scared shitless if not for the butler and his casual yet professional demeanor. Plus there was a black cat with green eyes roaming in the halls. Can’t be that bad … if these men tolerated a cat, right?
After a few hours of translating for #JohnMatthew about various things about his origin and a bracelet, I was given a break and walked into the hallway with a cup of water. I was reading a bulletin board tacked with various sheets of postings of schedules, classes and times.*
Ok, this place is a school. Good. *I whispered relieved at the knowledge that I hadn’t led #JohnMatthew astray when I heard a shuffling from down the corridor.* @VeiledViolence
Rhage: An hour spend in absolute misery, with pain so mind-numbingly constant and persistent that you could feel it pulsate with every beat of your heart, feel it sinking into your very bones and becoming part of who you are, could feel like centuries. I couldn’t wiggle a fucking toe without feeling it in the crown of my skull. I couldn’t lift an eyelid to peer up at the darkened ceiling without wanting to puke my guts up. The beast within had retreated as far back as he could go, giving me little comfort or joy in dealing with the consequences of his arrival on the scene at the slaughter of Lessers earlier in the evening. Silence filled my room, wrapping its warm and gentle embrace around my body, stomach still massively distended.
Somewhere in the fog of my mind, still slowly coming to grips with what had happened and doing its best to not fill in the blanks, I heard it. A faint, melodious whisper that felt like a sweet caress of my cheek. I even turned my head, my ear directed more in the direction of where the sound had come from. It was so faint that, even with my spectacular hearing, I couldn’t quite discern from where the sound came.
What truly surprised me was the way the beast stilled. No longer recognizing pain and agony, no longer itching to get out again, the beast listened to me. I swear it cocked its head to the side all too similar to the way my own head was. But an empty silence was all I heard, all we heard. The sound had disappeared. Moved farther away? If that were the case, I needed to get up and find it again.
That was when the beast stirred, agreeing with my own conclusion. So, despite the pain it caused, I shifted my legs and swung them over the edge of my bed, forcing myself to sit up. It took everything I had to keep control of my limbs, to not fall forward and land on my face, in a heap of muscle, skin, and bone that someone would eventually have to come and clean up for me. Sitting there, I stared at the closed door of my room, silently pleading for The Sound to come back, to give me some indication of where to go, where to follow, where to find it and bury myself in it. @Mary_Tohrture
Mary: *Looking down the hall I saw a large shadow stumbling down the hall using the walls as support. He was only wearing leather pants and was even barefooted. Perhaps he was injured? I walked towards the shadow make it further towards me and as the hall lights hit his visage from the side… and … I could actually feel my jaw slacken.
He was absolutely beautiful. Like Hollywood beautiful, silver screen, modeling career, poster child for advertisements handsome. He well over 6 feet, big boned and thickly muscled. Thick wavy blond hair, golden skin and then oh my God, he looked up at me … thick eyelashes, great nose and perfect lips and then the eyes. They were a gorgeous iridescent electric teal-blue eyes. Nothing like I have ever seen. Almost animated like but they were not focused on me, it was as if they weren’t focused at all.
I was so focused in studying the specimen of a man that I didn’t realize the dangerous aura he exuded but I instantly learned my mistake as a strong hand struck out like a speed of a cobra, and in one instant had a choke hold on my neck and lifted me easily off the floor and against the wall. My head hit the hard surface with a bang and pain radiated as if a hit my funny bone but throughout my body exhibiting his physical power and strength.* @VeiledViolence
Rhage: From somewhere deep within, I watched as if through a dirty window as I reached out, my hand fully encompassing her throat with ease, lifting her and pinning her against the wall. The Beast was hungry but had yet to decide just what it wanted to devour most. I could see the pain she was in and it caused an echoing pain inside me. With all the power left to me, I forced the Beast back, but barely, lowering her to her feet but still pinning her to the wall. I leaned in, not sure what I was going to do. Drink? Bite? Attack? Instead, I bounced my forehead off the wall, the sharp crack enough to bring me back to the surface of reality if only to gasp for a much needed breath. I squeezed my eyes shut, the close proximity to her revealing a scent that seemed vaguely familiar, but it was the soft whimper that tore through me.
“Speak,” I ordered, desperation thick in my voice.
The simple sound of that whimper had sent a blissfully mind numbing sense of calm through me and I was suddenly desperate for it.
“Speak!”
It didn’t dawn on me that my hand was still tight around her throat, probably making it difficult for her to do much more than stand there in panic. But I couldn’t make myself respond to that more than a slight loosening of my fingers. @Mary_Tohrture
Mary: *His voice thundered as it echoed in the hallways, ringing in my ears. His huge hand encompassed my throat in a tight hold, I could barely breathe and tried to swallow. A hard body was pressed up against me, preventing me from moving or escaping, my anxiety was skyrocketing. Who is he? What the hell?
My name … my name is Mary … Mary Luce. *I managed to get out once he loosens his grip enough for me to talk. I could feel him stop breathing … he was so close that I could notice. But he didn’t respond so I tried again.”
My name is Mary, I’m here with Bella … we were invited. *Still nothing. Why wasn’t he letting me go? Was something wrong? He looked glazed over … was he on something?*
You don’t look well. Do you need a doctor? *He began to sway on his feet and I started to panic. Maybe he was on something. I had no idea what was going on here. I tried pushing against him to get him to let me go, I could get one of those other guys from the room with #JohnMatthew to help this guy.* @VeiledViolence
Rhage: Tension had coiled so deeply inside me that I felt like I could spring through the wall if something didn’t happen soon. As soon as her mouth opened, though, I froze. Expectation filled every cell of my body, waiting for that sound again. Waiting for that feeling that I couldn’t quite identify yet to wash over and through me. And then she did it. She did what I wanted and spoke. Each syllable out of her mouth had the coiled tension deep within loosen and ease. It was a strange sensation, but it felt so incredibly amazing. If I could describe the sound in my head, it was the Beast cooing in pleasure, goosebumps breaking out down my arms and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck rising up in an electric shock that was wickedly hot and icy cold at the same time. More, was all I could think. More, more, more.
More of her. Her voice. Her body, fuck … I became painfully aware of how close I was to her, I could feel each curve of her body, soft flesh pressed up against my harder body, and getting harder. That … could be embarrassing if I were someone else. Instead, I had a deep instinct to plant myself deep inside her, claim her as mine in every sense of the word. It took every last decent thread of instinct I had to hold back and not take her right there in the hallway, as painful as my cock found the idea of not sliding inside her to be. And then the realization that I still had my hand wrapped around her throat broke through that fog of inner turmoil and I let go like I’d been holding the very sun in my palm, skin burning from where I’d touched her.
I backed away to the other side of the hallway, vaguely aware of voices approaching and heavily booted footsteps echoing off the halls. Of course, someone had to have seen what I just did to this woman on the security feeds. Fuck!
“I …” I stammered, not knowing how to excuse myself. I wouldn’t do it again? Yes, I would. I was sorry? No, not really. I needed her to understand? Definitely.
I glanced up, fighting the beast back to try and regain more control over my own body, meeting her frightened gaze. That hurt more than anything, surprisingly. I had a deep-seated need to not scare her, to make her happy and put a smile on those luscious lips that … Fuck … As the voices grew closer, I started to back away, slowly and forcefully moving my feet back and away from the woman. Mary. My Mary. Not my Mary. Not yet. Retreating wasn’t in my nature, but I did it anyway, putting more space between us so I didn’t do something stupid. Something -else- stupid. @Mary_Tohrture
Mary: *The hallway was so warm all of a sudden, his body was pushed to mine as he held me against the wall. I continued to struggle but as I tried to shove him off me, it created a delicious friction between us. I took a deep breath as he loosened his hand. /Be careful what you ask for/, as I remember how I had always dreamed of having a man be enthralled by me. This was not what I was expecting, it was so overwhelming. Sex was seeping from this man’s pores and I could feel the lethal power that he could wield from squeezing my neck.
Then he purred and I could the vibrations through my body and I could feel the hard ridge of his manhood and unexpectedly all the tension eased out of me. I tried and failed not to wonder what it would feel like if he were inside of me.
But before I could get lost into any more inappropriate daydreams, he let me go and backed away from me like I somehow electrocuted him. My heart was thudding in my ears as I sagged against the wall to catch my breath that I didn’t even hear the voices walking towards us until they right beside me. I look up and it was the big guy dressed in leathers with the military haircut and a shrewd navy-blue eyes.* @VeiledViolence
Rhage: I stared down Tohr, ignoring the knowing look the male shot at me. The only problem was he didn’t know the full extent of what I was dealing with. I’m sure I looked like I was ready to attack the female leaning against the wall opposite me, but the opposite was true. Something inside me, some basic need and instinct screamed at me to stand between her and my Brother, to protect her at all costs. The downside to that was the beast inside me was raging for something else entirely, to dispatch Tohr and take the female back to my room and prove to her that she belonged to me and no one else.
The two voices battled inside my mind while I tried to pay attention to the threats being leveled at my by Tohr. Like I would hurt Mary? I’d kill myself, step into the brightest fucking ray of sunshine, before I could even fathom such a thing. The idea pissed me off so much that my hand shot out and grabbed Tohr by his tight-fitting black shirt, my fist pulling and stretching the material as I forced the male forward until we were practically nose to nose.
“The next time you make assumptions about my intentions or Mary’s, I’ll eat you for breakfast and use your fucking bones to pick my teeth clean afterwards,” I hissed, searching the male’s dark eyes for signs of understanding. There was no way I’d harm a hair on the female’s head. Ever.
I wasn’t a fool, though. I saw Wrath approaching from behind Tohr, the large male’s loping gait covering the distance from the end of the hall to us in minimal time. I didn’t want to deal with this now. Not in front of Mary. Not while I was still recovering from the beast’s feast. I stepped back, turning on my heels to return to my room but not before casting one last glance to Mary, my eyes softening and a hint of smile tugging at the corner of my mouth at the picture she presented there, haloed by the white of the wall behind her. @Mary_Tohrture
Mary: *I watched as the man slowly walked away down the hall, my hands were against the wall to leverage me against the wall to keep from falling flat on my face after that unexpectant encounter. My heart was finally slowing to a normal rate as the tall one with the crew cut started swearing. Well … I thought it was swearing … he was speaking a different language. European? Hungarian? Then he turned to me and asked.* “Are you alright?” *I took a deep cleansing breath and replied.*
I’m fine. Just wondering what that was all about. *Shaking my head to clear the lust that filled my body. I followed the man back into the room back to #JohnMatthew where the questions start over and got stranger and stranger as I translated for him. Before long, we were finally finished and taken back to the Mercedes. The tall one stopped me suddenly and waved his hand across my face …
… *I wake with a jolt—disorientated. Have I been asleep? I open my eyes, feeling groggy and finding myself on the couch.* What the hell? *Where’s #JohnMatthew? I remember talking with Bella about some training pro ... * Fuck! *A searing pain hit between my eyes like a monstrous migraine on steroids. The pain was so staggering that I fell back onto the cushions. What the hell was happening? We were just at some center ... * Ahhhh … *Another jolt of agony pierced my head that it was hard to breathe. Maybe I’m coming down with the flu. I tried to steady my breathing and it seemed to help. I cleared my mind of all thoughts except creating a shopping list of things I need to buy if I was truly getting the flu. Tissues, medicine, hot tea, honey, heat pad, orange juice … and steadily the pain dissipated to a slow dull. I slowly stand and make my way to the kitchen to see if I have most of the list and at least found the meds and orange juice. Eating and drinking the items, I make my way upstairs to my bedroom.
Maybe I just need some sleep to get over this. I pull my covers back and get into bed and cover my body with both the duvet and blanket and snuggled deep inside them to fall back to sleep.* @VeiledViolence
Rhage: I knew they would wipe Mary’s memory. Knew it was probably for the best but I couldn’t fight the feeling that it was wrong. I wanted her to remember me, to know my name, to smile in my direction and shine a light into the darkness for me. For me alone. Tohr, Wrath, all of them had spent wasted time on me, trying to convince me that I should leave Mary alone and forget her, to essentially wipe her from my own mind. What they didn’t understand, what I barely understood myself, was that the beast inside me, the beast I did my best to keep contained for as long as possible, craved Mary, too. It craved the peace the woman seemed to bring with her with her simple presence.
So, here I was, being the cliché to end all clichés. I wouldn’t go quite so far as to say “stalker”, but I somehow managed to need to drive past her house that night. Several times. Going slow, despite the cars that came up behind me and honked their horns to try and get me to move my ass along. I only had one thought on my mind. How was I going to make her mine, without scaring the ever living shit out of her?