Sloahne

[sloahne]

Revelations: Submitting to the Darkness Part 28

Written with @Lassiter_SASBDB.

Lassiter: *Well slap my ass and call me pappy, that explains a lot. To have that marker in her blood she had to have been the child of both a Chosen and a Brother. The SV had kept a pretty tight rein on her Chosen and they HAD been indoctrinated in their duty to the species, but if a Brother bonded with one of her priestesses in the course of their duties then they were allowed to leave her service. From that moment on, he was responsible for her safety and for producing young which continued the main purpose of producing strong bloodlines for the protection of the species. That's not to say some females hadn't had their own hopes and dreams, but until Wrath son of Wrath @LordOfTheManse had started making legal changes to give females equal rights in vampiric society, those hopes and dreams had pretty much been the life Sloahne's mother had chosen – mating with a Brother and raising a family on this plane. As Primale, Phury @PegLegPhury had embraced Wrath’s @LordOfTheManse changes. He had no desire to have sex with a bunch of different females even if that was the traditional role. Instead, he and his mate, the Chosen Cormia @Cormia_SASBDB, had decided to act as kind den parents to the young females, encouraging them to find their own paths with their protection and guidance. But, how the hell am I going to convince her of that? My burgeoning irritation is replaced with sympathy for what this female has gone through. Not just with that fucker, Drake, though that was by far the worst, but her whole life. Her mother had left the SV’s service but never escaped the old world societal expectations of Chosen females and she'd imprinted that expectation on her daughter’s rebellious brain. Sloahne had been raised in fear of it, with making a glymera marriage her only out. A marriage in which she would either be a prisoner or a princess, but even as the latter, her life wouldn’t have been her own. I'd have run, too. Hell. I kind of did.

Reaching out, I take her hand in mine. A frisson of electricity runs up my arm and straight to my dick at the touch. What the fuck was that?!! I’d touched Sloahne casually a hundred times before and never felt THAT. Vampires had fed from angels infrequently in the past, but it had been done, and I’d never heard that THAT was a side effect. Down boy, we have work to do. Clearing my throat, I mentally stomp my suddenly awakened libido into the ground. Focus here, boy, you’ve got work to do.* 

So your mahmen mated a Brother and left Sanctuary to be on this plane with him, but she just traded one set of rigid rules for another. And she passed it onto you that your basic function in life was to be property, either for a Glymyra asshole or the Brotherhood, with no say-so over anything, I got that right? *Shaking my head.* Sweetheart, a lot of things have changed. Some of it you have to be aware of, like the changes in the laws, but some of it only the Brotherhood really knows.

Sloahne: <Lassister takes my hand into his and suddenly I feel a spark that was never been there before. My heart is beating faster, my body seems to be reacting strangely to his touch. Heat floods my entire body and I feel the goosebumps that appear on my arm. Trying not to figure out why touching him so so different I listen to his words and wonder how so much has changed. I raise my brow in question.> 

Are you trying to convince me that the foundation of the vampire race over the past however many centuries has suddenly changed? That the Scribe Virgin who created our race whose female vampires who had been bred specifically to serve the Scribe Virgin and to meet the needs of the members of the Brotherhood, as well as Brothers in whatever fashion the male see fits? You’re trying to tell me centuries and centuries of this tradition is shot to Dhund?

<He can’t be serious.>

Lassiter: Well … *Sheesh, how do I explain this without blowing my cover? The Brotherhood knows, and a few others, but it’s kind of agreed that keeping my status on the down low is best for the species. People need traditions and all that.*  

In a word, yes. See, the new Primale refused to go along with how things had always been done. He’s mated with one Chosen and he’s faithful to her. He has a place on this side that he and his mate set up to allow Chosen who wanted to seek their own paths a kind of transition from Sanctuary. And the Queen is half-human. She kinda had a cow when she found out females had no choices over their lives, so that got the King involved. And then …. *Heaving a dramatic sigh.* Other stuff changed. The SV stepped down as deity. She’s not in charge anymore. 

Sloahne: Wait, what? The Scribe Virgin isn’t in charge? What happened to her? Is she ok? <I start to panic. It’s not like any of us normal people have ever met the Scribe Virgin, but she’s the mother of the race, someone you look up to. So hearing that she has stepped down, who is going to watch over us now?>

Lassiter: *Hands go up in an attempt to calm her sudden panic. If this was Sloahne’s reaction, then Wrath @LordOfTheManse was on the money keeping the majority of the species in the dark about the transition.* Whoa, whoa, take a chill pill! It's ok. She’s fine and she’s around, but she felt like the species had reached a point where they needed a more hands-on approach, something she's not comfortable with. She chose a successor who WOULD be comfortable with it - *More like insistent on it.* - And the Creator approved her reasons and her choice. 

*Although I’m still trying to figure out just WHY He approved, but I can't tell her that.*

So she’s cool, He’s cool with it, and the new deity is learning the job.

Sloahne: Oh. Weird. Ok. <Seriously … what else could I say? The powers that be had a shift change apparently. Didn't know that was even possible. Huh. Well. Wow.>

Ok, so someone new is in charge and so things have changed? The Chosen are not being used as basic slaves to the Brotherhood any longer? I mean, you know what I mean. I grew up knowing that the Chosen were meant to breed with the Brotherhood to create the warrior caste, almost a breed apart from normal vampires who have been at the spearhead of the war with the Omega. So all of that has changed? The bloodlines have to remain pure so that all sons are Brothers and all daughters are Chosen. It has been this way for centuries. 

Lassiter: *Lowering myself to sit beside her on the edge of the hospital bed, I forget and take her hand again, trying to give her something to hold onto as I shake her worldview, and son-of-bitch, that electric current jumps up my arm again and my dick starts complaining at the tight restrictions of my leathers. Damn it, angels are supposed to have better control and I'd have thought a deity should be immune! My teeth grit as I will my body back into submission. Focus, boy, focus!*

I'm really sorry your mahmen had that view of being a Chosen and that she passed it on to you, but I know it wasn't the way most of them felt at the time. Most of them viewed themselves as high priestesses performing essential functions for the race. But the very fact that your mahmen felt like that is one of the reasons the SV stepped back. The world was changing. Her people were changing and she didn't think she could change with them. At least not fast enough. 

The fact is that once Phury @PegLegPhury became Primale, he refused to continue with the tradition of sexual submission by the Chosen. He loves Cormia @Cormia_SASBDB too much and he’s got a faithful heart. He's a Brother who had spent his life taking care of someone who no longer needed it and he needed a new mission. Bonding with Cormia @Cormia_SASBDB, then accepting the role of Primale, gave him that. He looked at the traditional role of the Chosen and said “no more”. It was world shaking, but it was time.

The Chosen who choose to will still provide blood to the Brotherhood when needed. More than one would have died recently in the war without it, including Wrath @LordOfTheManse, but it's a choice each one has, not a mandate. The sexual aspect is off the table. If a Chosen wants to hook up with a Brother, that's up to both of them, and I’ll be honest, because of the history of the Chosen the only reason I can think of for why one of today’s Brother’s would do it is if the female was going into her needing and wanted a child by him. It would be him serving her, not the other way around. 

As for creating warriors for the race, pure bloodlines, etc … Phury @PegLegPhury freeing the Chosen forced Wrath @LordOfTheManse to start thinking outside the box. Soldiers are being recruited from the population. Males AND females. The training program is rigorous, but after Bloody Sunday when Lessers massacred so many of your race, we have more applicants than slots, and the entrance “exam” is tough. Most don't make it, but the best that do and finish the program are respected by the Brothers. One of the soldiers from the program has already been inducted into the Brotherhood. No bloodline requirement, just pure heart and ability. And there will be more.

You don't have to hide anymore if you don't want to, Sloahne. You're free.

Sloahne: <I could not contain my astonishment as I listened to the angel. I guess the rumors were true. With the King’s ascension came a new era indeed. I had no idea the Primal was a Brother. I suppose that would explain all the changes and the fact nobody knows about them. The Brotherhood has always been secretive in the past for the safety of the King and their families. But as the Audience House has been created, most have seen the many pherasome Brothers guarding the King in the last few years. It’s been an incredible eye-opening experience for many seeing them in person and up close. 

Could all this be really true? All these years I’ve been trying to hide my secret, I finally felt a huge burden off my shoulders. I finally could take a deep breath and really felt lighter all of a sudden.>

The Chosen are truly free to live their lives? They live out in the world among us? They can do whatever they want? They’re normal just vampires … out there at the bars and clubs? Seriously?

Lassiter: *And … time to hedge just a little …*

They will be able to if they want to. Eventually. They’ve lived very, very sheltered lives, and most don’t have an interest in going to clubs and bars yet. Phury @PegLegPhury is like an overprotective first-time father right now, proud of them and encouraging but still trying to keep them all safe as he helps them overcome the culture shock and learn how to take the appropriate precautions. Some of the Chosen are just getting used to being here. Others have started college classes and are looking into careers and it was going pretty good until … *Heaving a sigh as I run my thumb soothingly along the top of her hand.* Until young females started going missing. You weren’t the only one and we think the other missing are related to the war. And Phury @PegLegPhury, well he’s reacting like any father would, trying to close ranks. He’s asked the ones taking classes to go to online courses until the Brotherhood finds and ends whoever is behind it. He’s mentioned having the Chosen go back to the #OtherSide until then but if he does he’ll have a full-scale rebellion on his hands. *Smiling a little.* They like it here and they like learning to spread their wings. I think even his mate Cormia @Cormia_SASBDB would fight it. 

When it comes down to it, the Brothers have a double dose of testosterone and it comes out in being overprotective of people they think need protection. It's a good trait in warriors, but it does get them their heads handed to them by their females from time to time. 

Sloahne: *I listen in disbelief as Lass talks about Chosen being out in the normal world. Going to college classes!! That has been unheard of! At least it was not known in the vampire world, especially in the Old Country, where I left my family. 

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Chosen given a choice to live out in the world but he didn’t say they had complete freedom with the mention of The Primale. Since apparently they would be forced to back to the #OtherSide. An all-white world that my own mahmen spent her first few hundred years of life. A world she drilled into me with so many expectations if I kept choosing not to be mated in the arrangement she chose.

Then there were the Brothers. He hadn’t gotten to the part of explaining what “duties” were still expected.*

Hmmm … ok so they live out in the Earth realm but what about their duties and … expectations expected of them as tradition? It’s been this way for over a  millennia. Surely … the Scribe Virgin’s tradition of her breeding program that produces the Brotherhood? Selective breeding was deliberate, to beget strength from strength. *My anxiety caused me to speak faster and more agitated … and I wondered briefly if I was having a panic attack again.*

Lassiter: *Her anxiety levels shot up like a living thing in the room as she mentioned “duties”.* 

Hey, hey … *Squeezing her fingers lightly then gently cupping her face with my free hand.* Take a breath. 

*Fucking hells, the impulse to kiss her almost overwhelms me. Abruptly dropping my hand from her face, I discreetly shift to mask my raging hard-on. Just what in Dhund is going on? Note to self - no more feeding vampires. It results in major distractions. And find out just what the hell is going on the first chance I get. Duties. Think. That was when her blood pressure spiked.*

Sloahne … *Shaking my head.* There are no more “duties”. Hear what I’m saying. There are no more ehros’. Blood is donated only by the willing to those who are in need. There are no required duties anymore. Everyone is too busy learning how to just be normal over here. There is no one left in Sanctuary. Everyone - Ehros’, Watchers, Scribes - they all chose to come here to check out their options when Phury changed the rules, and they did so with the new deity’s and Wrath’s blessings. There is NO BREEDING PROGRAM. Not anymore. It’s not needed. We learned that strength, courage, and nobility don’t come from the bloodline. They come from the heart and soul of the race. If it came from the bloodlines then the Glymera wouldn’t be rampant with assholes and the history of your species would be a lot different. When the Scribe Virgin put these things, these “traditions”, into place it was a different world. The realization that the world doesn’t exist anymore and that some of those traditions have caused more harm than good is a big part of the reason she stepped back. 

Look … *Sighing.* I get that this is a lot to take in, that it goes against everything you’ve ever been taught. But no one is going to force you to do anything. And no one is going to out you to the King. I’ll take care of the Doc. I’ll pull his Hippocratic Oath on him, to first do no harm, and if he spills the beans on this it would definitely do harm to your mental health because YOU believe it would cause you harm. If I have to, I’ll mind wipe him and disappear your blood test results, but I don’t think I’ll have to. He takes that Hippocratic Oath business seriously. You trust me, right? Well, I’m asking you to trust me on this. This is your secret to tell when you’re ready to tell it and I’ll protect you until you’re ready. *Not damn hard since I’m already feeling protective and frigging possessive. I’ve GOT to get a grip on this.*

Sloahne: <I listened to the Angel and tried to take it all in and believe the words he was saying to me. But it was difficult. I spent centuries believing my mahmen and the stories told about her previous life before she was mated. I spent centuries hiding myself among the race and no one ever knew except the symphaths and moors … and then “he who shall not be named”. 

I contemplated his words over in my muddled mind and my erratic breath slowed down to a steady beat and I felt more calm than before. I laid back on the hospital bed and wondered how my life had arrived at that moment. Inside the Brotherhood Compound, at least that’s where I thought I was, running from a psychopath and meeting an actual Brother. Someone my father could have fought side by side with, someone who could have been close to him and knew many stories that I was not privy to. I missed my father … my fist circled and rubbed my chest in front of my heart as I felt the ache whenever I thought about my father. 

I shook my head at the past and tried to stay in the present. As I did, I felt the electricity running through my fingers and up my arm and wondered briefly what that was I figured I was still probably not well from my ordeal and needed rest and whatever was feeding into my veins from the bags of IV hooked up to me. I laid back on the gurney and tried to relax and sink into the weariness that my bones were feeling from the weight of centuries of running and hiding and wondered where my life goes from here.>

Oh … wow.

Lassiter: “Wow”? What’s that mean? *Females. I can read minds but I try not to. Privacy and all. Plus none of them would ever really trust me if they knew I could but it goes with the gig.* 

So you’ll let me handle the Doc? And you'll stay put, at least until the dirtbag is dealt with?

*I want to touch her again, to reach out, hold her, comfort her. I can tell she’s confused. Everything she thought she knew just collapsed around her. It’s what I should do, what I would have done before just touching her started shooting lightning through my veins. I don't regret juicing her, but I don't dare too much physical contact until whatever this is fades. Instead, I release her hand and lift her chin with one finger, locking eyes with her.* 

After that, we can figure out what's next.

Sloahne: <I start feeling the adrenaline start up again from playing cat and mouse with “he who shall not be named” starts to take over my body.> Just … wow. This has all been a lot of tea and no one even knows about it, right? I mean outside the Brotherhood that is. The race would be in an uproar, #Glymera specifically. They’re all about being Old School and traditional. I mean it’s been centuries. It’s still hard to imagine. You know?

I mean I’ve been hiding for so long. But yeah, I can stay … wait … you mean to stay here in this room? For how long? I mean I need to work, and I have rent to pay and bills. I mean I can’t afford to pay whatever hospital bill the Brotherhood’s personal physician would charge me … I mean … yeah… what about “he who shall not be named” … are you sure he can’t find me here. I mean he’s found me twice now … <I start to panic again and look around. It’s so ridiculous. I was so confused … I wanted to feel what I felt when he had me under his spell but then he just went over the line and the pain … so much pain … then blood, blood everywhere. My blood just everywhere …>

Lassiter: Hey, come on, take a breath here … you don’t have to worry about any of that stuff. If the asshole hasn’t been dealt with by the time the Doc releases you, then I’ll get you cleared for the manse. Wrath @LordOfTheManse isn’t going to let one of his people be put in harm’s way and you def would be out where Drake could sense you again. We’ll figure it out. 

*Fuck, she’s starting to hyperventilate again. Too much, too fast. She’s getting shocky.* 

How about we take a little nap here, huh? Get your pulse rate back into a normal range. You need to get your strength back before you tackle all this stuff.

*She’s already halfway to trying to get out of bed. I scoot in closer and loosely wrap my left arm around her, not to restrain her, but to catch her when she goes down for the count. Touching two fingers to the center of her forehead …* 

Sleep … 

*She sags against me, her breathing leveling out. I can sense her pulse slowing, steadying to a normal pace. Her fever is gone, so juicing her worked. She just needs some rest and my, ummm, “suggestion” should have her out for a solid 8 hours. Gently, I lean her back and then rise. I gotta go talk to the Doc, and make sure he remembers his oath requires patient confidentiality. Sloahne’s not a young and she’s able to make her own medical decisions now, so he’s got no reason to breach that by squealing to Wrath @LordOfTheManse about her blood work. Hmmm … I think I’ll make that documentation disappear anyway while I’m at it. If she ever wants it, she can have it done again voluntarily. With a last look, to be sure she’s settled, I go invisi to hunt down the Doc. He’s a tough cookie, but the element of surprise is always on my side.*

[saintsnsinnersbdb]

Echoes of Obsidian the Abyss Comes Calling: Pound of Flesh Part 4 CROSSOVER Submitting to the Darkness Part 27

Written by @SinsSecondComin.

Rehvenge stood at the threshold of his newly acquired cabin, nestled deep within the serene embrace of the Adirondack Mountain range. The crisp mountain air enveloped him like a cloak, carrying with it the scent of pine and earth, a welcome respite from the suffocating confines of city life. the crisp mountain air biting at his skin as he surveyed the tranquil surroundings. The Adirondack wilderness stretched out behind him, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within his own soul. The cabin itself, a pioneer-style log home, stood as a testament to his newfound solitude — a sanctuary far removed from the prying eyes of the glymera and the shadows that lurked within his own mind. Inside, the cabin was a study in contrasts — a seamless blend of rustic charm and modern luxury. High ceilings soared overhead, adorned with exposed beams that spoke of a simpler time, while granite countertops gleamed in the soft glow of ambient lighting. The massive stone fireplace, the heart of the cabin, cast a warm, flickering light that danced across the walls like playful shadows. But despite the comfort and beauty of his surroundings, Rehvenge could not shake the weight of his own guilt. The thought of returning to his old cabin, surrounded by the pure-hearted Chosen, was a prospect he could not bear. The memory of his mother, her honor tarnished by his own sins, loomed like a specter in the depths of his mind, a constant reminder of the darkness that threatened to consume him.The flickering flames of the massive stone fireplace cast eerie shadows across the room, illuminating the scene before him with a haunting glow.

A bottle of sleeping pills lay discarded like a fallen soldier on the coffee table, remnants of his most recent sin—a desperate attempt to conceal the truth of his captive from prying eyes. With a heavy sigh, Rehvenge poured himself a glass of cognac, the amber liquid glinting in the firelight as he nursed it in his trembling hands. The female lay sprawled upon the bear rug before the fireplace, her naked form a testament to Rehvenge's own depravity. He had partook of all she had to offer him carnally and in the way of sustenance, and now she lay unconscious, a mere pawn in his twisted game. As he watched her slumber, a wave of guilt washed over him, threatening to consume him whole. For a moment, he teetered on the edge of darkness, the siren song of the dopamine, and the lifesaver it offered in this tumultuous sea of darkness he was in; calling out to him like a lover's embrace. He resisted its pull, tossing the vial into the flames with a reckless abandon. The glass shattered with a satisfying crash, the liquid within evaporating in a hiss of steam. But even as he wrestled with his own demons, Rehvenge could not escape the relentless barrage of missed calls and texts that danced across the table. His cell phone, a lifeline to the outside world, lay silent and untouched, the messages piling up like ghosts of the past. With each unanswered call, he could feel the weight of his mother's disappointment pressing down upon him, a constant reminder of the shame he had brought upon her name.

Kneeling before the fire, sweeping up the naked glymera female who slumbered upon a bear rug before the fireplace, Rehvenge felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over him. Guilt, shame, and a glimmer of hope — all intertwined in a tumultuous dance that threatened to tear him apart from the inside out. Rehvenge set about his grim task. Using her as a vessel to keep Drake alive — a desperate gambit born of necessity and desperation. But even as he tended to his captive, he felt the tendrils of his own inner demons tightening their grip, threatening to drag him down into the abyss. He had brought Drake to his new cabin and the safe room he had installed with Drake in mind, he couldn't keep him in the club much longer without drawing so much attention and potential risk it posed to his plans and newly founded addiction.

Withdrawing from the safe room he deposited the female within one of the many rooms inside the cabin to sleep off her drug induced slumber, licking her puncture wounds closed from Drake’s own small feast. Rehvenge made his way back to the main living area of the cabin, with a hand he swiped the pill bottle into a garbage basket. Rehvenge sank into the nearest chair, his gaze fixed upon the flickering flames of the fire. The cabin, with its high ceilings and granite countertops, offered a semblance of comfort amidst the chaos of his own mind. But even in this sanctuary, he could not escape the truth of his own sins — the darkness that lurked within him, waiting to be unleashed once more. As he sat there, bathed in the warm glow of the fire, he knew that the battle was far from over — a war waged not with weapons, but with his own inner demons, addiction, and the all-consuming shadow that threatened to consume him whole.

[saintsnsinnersbdb]

Down the Rabbit Hole We Go: Pound of Flesh Part 3 CROSSOVER Submitting to the Darkness Part 26

Written by @SinsSecondComin.

The night draped over Caldwell like a heavy cloak, suffused with the primal scents of decay and desperation. Rehvenge prowled the labyrinthine streets, a ghost in the darkness, his movements fluid and silent as he navigated the city's underbelly. The neon lights of ZeroSum pulsed like a beacon in the night, casting an ethereal glow that illuminated the damp pavement below, drawing in the lost and the forsaken with its siren call. 

As he approached the club's entrance, the thumping bassline reverberated through his bones, a visceral reminder of the raw energy that thrummed within its walls. The bouncers, mere sentinels in the realm of chaos, nodded in recognition, parting the crowd to allow him passage into the heart of the storm. Inside, the air was thick with a heady mixture of sweat, arousal, and something darker—an unspoken tension that crackled in the atmosphere like electricity. Rehvenge's eyes, twin pools of amethyst flame, swept over the crowd with predatory intent as he wove his way through the throng of bodies. Each patron was a pawn in his game, their desires and motives laid bare before him like pieces on a chessboard. He could feel the tension building, a palpable sense of anticipation that hung heavy in the air like a storm on the horizon. 

Ascending to his office in the upper echelons of ZeroSum, Rehvenge's mind churned with the twisted fantasies that awaited him in the hidden chamber below. In the depths of his depravity, he relished the thought of what was to come, a dark hunger gnawing at the edges of his sanity. For once, he was grateful for Xhex's absence, her absence sparing him the prying eyes of his own security detail. He craved the solitude of his sins, the intimacy of his darkest desires laid bare. 

An addiction had taken hold of him from the moment he laid eyes on Drake, a man destined to pay for sins he had yet to commit. Unlike Slohane, Drake would not have the luxury of salvation at the hands of Rehvenge's allies. No, Drake would face the full wrath of his vengeance, alone and unrepentant.

As Rehvenge approached the hidden safe room within his office, he could feel the anticipation building like a crescendo in his veins. Drake lay bound and helpless upon the cold steel table, a symbol of everything Rehvenge despised. And in that moment, surrounded by the echoes of his own darkness, he knew that there would be no mercy—only the cold embrace of retribution, and the sweet release of his own twisted desires fulfilled.

As Rehvenge stood over Drake, his heart pounding in time with the sickening rhythm of his victim's screams, he felt a surge of raw power course through his veins. The safe room, a chamber of horrors hidden beneath the polished veneer of his office, seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy—a twisted sanctuary where the boundaries of morality blurred and the darkness within him reigned supreme.

The air was heavy with the scent of blood and fear, a metallic tang that clung to the walls like a miasma of despair. Every sound, every whimper and cry, echoed off the soundproof barriers with a chilling clarity, bouncing back to envelop them in a cocoon of torment.

Rehvenge's fingers danced with a macabre grace as he wielded the tools of his trade, each strip of flesh peeled away with a precision that bordered on obsession. Drake's screams, once sharp and piercing, had become a symphony of agony—a cacophony of pain that fueled the fire burning within Rehvenge's soul.

His eyes, once the cool hue of amethyst, blazed with a fiery crimson as he reveled in the exquisite torture of his victim. With each agonized cry, he felt a perverse sense of satisfaction wash over him—a primal urge that drove him ever deeper into the abyss of his own depravity.

But beneath the facade of control, there lurked a darkness that threatened to consume him whole—a gnawing hunger that could never be sated, no matter how deep he delved into the shadows. And as he stood amidst the carnage, bathed in the sickly glow of crimson light, he knew that he had become something more than what his kith and kin saw him as.—something monstrous, something beautiful in its own twisted way. 

As Rehvenge stepped into the scalding embrace of the shower, the hot water cascading over his skin like a cleansing baptism, he felt the weight of his sins bearing down upon him. The echoes of Drake's screams still reverberated in his mind, haunting him like a ghost that refused to be exorcized.

The steam filled the bathroom, swirling around him in a haze of heat and humidity, a veil to shield him from the harsh realities of the world outside. With each drop of water that fell, he could feel the tension in his muscles slowly begin to unravel, the adrenaline-fueled high of his actions giving way to a bone-deep weariness.

Leaning against the tiled wall, he closed his eyes and let out a ragged breath, the events of the night playing out in vivid detail behind his eyelids. The sensation of flesh yielding beneath his touch, the symphony of pain and anguish that had filled the air—it was a tableau of horror that threatened to consume him whole.

But amidst the darkness, there lingered a glimmer of something else—a flicker of doubt, of remorse, that refused to be silenced. For all his power and influence, Rehvenge was still a man haunted by his own demons, tormented by the choices he had made and the lives he had destroyed. As the water continued to cascade down his body, washing away the stains of blood and sin, he couldn't help but wonder what awaited him on the other side of this cleansing ritual. Would he emerge from this baptism reborn, purified of his sins? Or would he remain forever shackled to the darkness that lurked within his soul? 

With a heavy sigh, he reached for the soap, lathering his skin with a mechanical precision that belied the turmoil raging within him. The scent of sandalwood and musk filled the air, mingling with the steam to create a heady cocktail that enveloped him in its embrace. But even as he scrubbed away the physical remnants of his sins, he knew that the scars they left behind would never truly fade. For Rehvenge, the path to redemption was a treacherous one, fraught with pitfalls and perils at every turn. And as he stood beneath the torrential downpour of the shower, he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever find his way back to the light; or if he even wanted too.

# # #PartThree #CROSSOVER # ## #BlackDaggerBrotherhood # #BDB #SASBDB #BlackDaggerBrotherhood #BDBRPG

[sloahne]

Truth Finally Revealed: Submitting to the Darkness Part 25

Written with @Lassiter_SASBDB.

Lassiter: *As the fire alarms went off the doc came out of his office. I’d counted on them getting his attention and it had worked. Staying ghost, I followed the doc into the young Chosen Talia’s room and watched him start to restitch the wound she’d torn open in her jailbreak attempt. When it was obvious she was totally out of it and wasn’t going to get back up and try to make another run for it, I left him to play doctor as I went to watch over Sloahne. Both females had made some damned bad choices and were paying for them now, but I could understand Talia’s. She’d hit her rebellious stage and had even more restrictions and expectations placed on her than a glymera debutante. But Sloahne … man, I just don’t get it. She’d always been secretive, but this? To hook up in some dungeon with a random male was /not/ in character. And to top it off I’d had to take a back seat in finding her. It was frustrating. I’d had more freedom as an angel to nudge and help than I did as a deity. Yeah, yeah … "With great power comes great responsibility." Spiderman can bite me.

Still invisi, I take her hand and whisper into her ear.* Girlfriend, you and I are going to talk when you wake up. You have a future and Ima’ gonna see you make it to it.

*The door creaks as Manny comes in. Still invisi, I step back and lean back against the wall, letting him tend to her. Nobody’s better than the doc, but still, if a little deity-level healing was required to keep her stable, I was in. My eyes narrow as he fills several vials with her blood. She hadn’t wanted him to take any before. Come to think of it, she’d always been weird about the idea of having bloodwork done. Now might be the time to find out why.*

*The doc fussed with her a little more, vitals and crap, and then tucked a sheet over her before heading for the door. With a quick look at Sloahne to be sure she was still sleeping, I followed him out. He shut the damned lab door in my face without realizing it, but pffff, what’s a door? When I’m hiding in plain sight I really am nearly a ghost. I walked through the wall in time to see him set up his tests. It took a little time, and I popped in on Sloahne a few times to be sure she was still ok, but I was still there when the computer finally spit out the results. Manny’s brow furrowed as he looked at the labs, and the look on his face was not one of a doctor who saw what he expected to. That can’t be good. Leaning over his shoulder, still invisible, I looked over the test results. I was no doc, but I’d done my due diligence on the species when I was assigned to Tohr so I could monitor his recovery.

My eyes narrow as I look at the report in the doc’s hand. The red cell count, while elevated by human standards, was within vampire norms. The white cell count was high, but that was to be expected with the fever she was running. But what the hell ...? She had all the normal enzymes a female vamp should have but what was THAT one? My brain worked furiously to ID the extra one that she /shouldn’t have/ and then it hit me. Straightening back up, I demat back to Sloahne’s room immediately. Motherfucker. Now I know what she’s been hiding. Standing beside her, I take her hand and whisper.*

Oh, sweetheart, we gotta talk. And we gotta do it before the doc spills the beans.

*My head jerks up as the door squeaks. The doc walks as I wink out and move my invisible self to the corner. Being covert is the norm for angels and I’d had a lot of practice. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt for Manny to know I was there, but somehow, I think maybe it’s best he doesn’t. I might have to do something drastic and I don’t wanna do a mind wipe on him.*

*I watch as the doc works on Sloahne and I can’t help but wince as he inserts the needle in her arm. I hate fucking needles … but I’ve watched him do it enough to know it’s no big to him. It’s the medical SOP for an unconscious patient. He’s just not ever getting to put one in ME. The bigger concern was the variety of meds he was injecting into the line and the worry radiating off of him. I mean, I try not to read their minds. I do. It’s just bad manners unless it’s in the line of duty, but he’s practically shouting it. And that's not all. He’s thinking about going to Wrath with what the tests revealed. Isn’t that against HIPPA laws? The human Hippocratic Oath? Something. But the guy’s in a bad spot. She’s got no next of kin and the King would have jurisdiction to give permission for procedures and from what I’m reading from him, the infection is damn near out of control. I could heal her. I mean, I’m a deity, and I’ve got the juice, and she’s important to me but … I’m pretty sure doing it to the extent needed would violate the Creator’s mandate about mortal free will and the consequences of it. Damn it, what’s the point of being a deity if you can’t help the people you care about? With great restraint, I manage not to punch the fucking wall and freak out Dr. M, but it's a near thing. There’s gotta be something I can do … wait … I’m a deity but I’m also still an angel, and angel blood is powerful. What runs through my veins isn’t just blood, as humans and vamps think of blood. It’s my essence, my grace. It’s what powers me instead of a soul. He’d thought feeding from any male would help but feeding from this male? It would supercharge her immune system and technically it’s not performing a healing so no issues with the Big Kahuna. I move from the corner to the edge of the bed and materialize with a thought.*

She needs to feed from me.

*The doc’s not the kind to be easily spooked, but I guess seeing an angel just suddenly appear in front of you would cause anybody to jump a little. Still, he gets his professional balance back fast.*

“Your blood might not be compatible with her. Human blood doesn’t provide much of a boost to vampires. I don’t know if it’s just a species difference or if we’re lower on the evolutionary scale, but we don’t have what it takes. I get you’re not human, but you’re not a vampire either.

*Cocking an eyebrow at Dr. M’s skepticism over my “qualifications” as a blood donor.*

I’m an angel, doc. *Deity, but we won’t quibble about details.* It’s not just blood. It’s grace. It’s what makes an angel an angel. And it will supercharge her mortal immune system and speed up her healing.

Sloahne: <My body feels as heavy as a damn SUV sitting on my chest. What the fuck was going on with me? The last thing I remember is Lassiter catching me and the girl in the garage thwarting our escape. Damn the Angel. I hear soft footsteps around me and some beeping from a machine. Taking a deep breath I smell antiseptic, a little bitter, with undertones of the artificial fragrance contained in soaps and cleaners. Fuck, I’m back inside the hospital room. I slowly try and open my eyes but they feel so damn heavy with fatigue as if I was asleep for days. How long have I been out?

As the light finally filters into my view, a figure in a white coat moves back and forth monitoring the machines and starting to touch me and check my vitals.> Hey doctor … what happened?

Lassiter: Sloahne….

*Doc M steps in between us, giving me “the look” as he takes her hand.*  

“Making a run for it wasn’t your best idea. You passed out. Your wounds are infected. You’re running a high fever and your white count is nearly off the charts. I’m worried about septic shock setting in. It could be fatal. I’ve got meds we can try to get the infection under control, but,” the doc shakes his head, “this is new territory for me. Vampires aren’t prone to severe infections, in my experience. I consulted with #Havers after I did the bloodwork and he tells me human antibiotics run from minimally effective to useless. The most common treatment is to have you feed, but against infection, it may or may not work, even with the antibiotics.”

*Impatiently I interrupt and grab the doc by the shoulder, making space for myself at Sloahne’s bedside. Warningly, I glance at him.*

She needs to feed. From me. Now.

*Focusing on Sloahne, I kneel my 6’ 9” self down beside the bed.*

What I’ve got is high octane and it’ll stay with you.  

*Fangs I’d not used in an eon descend and I score my wrist, blue-tinged silver grace flowing like blood from the cuts. The liquid welling from the fang punctures drips and leaves a bluish cast on the sheets.*

C’mon, sweetheart, *coaxingly.* Take your medicine like a good little female. Drink. You’ll feel better after you do. You've been through a lot but trust me, everything will be alright. *Lifting my wrist to her lips.* But drink now.

Sloahne: <Feeling the warm elixir of blood hit my tongue, my body decided it was time to feed. I feel my canines lower as they pierced the skin of the male offering me his blood. At my first swallow, I felt a rush of adrenaline like no other I have ever experienced. It was like what I think humans feel when humans take a hit of cocaine. I instantly opened my eyes to the bright lights above my hospital bed. I could feel my wounds heal immediately and the soreness and aches disappear instantaneously. It felt amazing and yet so surreal.

I never realized how much pain I was carrying all this time … not just from my capture and imprisonment but just how much I was carrying on my shoulders in life. My body felt so free and lightweight as if all my troubles were gone forever.

Before long, however, I felt gentle fingers tapping my face as if an indication that I had enough. Which I’m sure I have, but this blood was so addicting it was very difficult. I forced myself to stop knowing my wounds were healed and I didn’t need anymore.>

Lassiter: *As she fed, bruises disappeared, going through the normal transition of colors in seconds. The odor that always accompanies infection, no matter how hard a medic works at keeping it at bay, vanishes. I can’t see beneath the bandages without invoking deity power but I can feel her pain dissipate. I’ve never seen Dr. M’s jaw drop before but it does now. The heart beep on the monitor starts to speed up abruptly and he looks alarmed. He puts his hand on me and tries to pull me back, but he might as well try to move a mountain with his bare hands.*

“You have to stop! Her heart can’t sustain this.”

*My eyes never leave Sloahne as I answer,*

It’s normal. My blood is spurring rapid healing but it’s not magick, at least not as humans think of magick. Her body still has to do some of the work, so it’s going to respond like an adrenaline burst. Her BP is up a little, but not enough to stroke out and her heart rate is no higher than if she was running a race. *Or having an orgasm, but we won’t go there.* It won’t last beyond the time it takes her to feed.

*Her gentle feeding has become more aggressive now. She’s got the rush from it. If she needed it I’d let her continue a little longer, but she doesn’t. Her body’s healed and her brain is experiencing the euphoria that accompanies the rush. I lightly tap my fingers on her cheek to get her attention.*

It’s enough, babe. Let go.  

*I can feel her now, feel her reluctance to stop, and the effort of will it takes from her as she does. She’s part of me now. Feeding from a vampire male would enable her to be able to find that male for some months afterward, but it doesn’t work like that with angel blood. Yeah, she’ll be able to find me if she needs me but it will last her lifetime and it’s a two-way street with angel blood. And I’ll always know where she is and what she’s feeling. What I gave her forged a lifetime connection to her. It’s going to take some work for me to be able to block her off, but I’ll get it done. It would be an invasion of her privacy not to. And, to be honest, mine as well. As she releases my wrist, she looks up at me. There’s a sparkle in the depths of those dark brown eyes that has nothing to do with mortal mischievousness. It’s the reflection of my grace running through her. Over time it will tone down but there will always be flashes of it now. I lift my wrist and lick the wounds shut myself. She’s still too high to think of it and I expected that.*

Angel blood does more than rev up the healing process. It affects the pleasure centers in a vampire’s brain to the point we can become an addiction. *Glancing over at the doc.* So the fact I can do this doesn’t leave this room. I can’t do it for the Brothers, they’d need a female angel, and I won’t do it for anything less than life and death. It creates a lifelong connection between me and the patient. One that could be dangerous. So the benefit of doing it has to outweigh the cost. It did today.  Now I need you to give us the room. *He looks at me stubbornly.*

“I want a blood sample. Maybe I can analyze it and isolate the healing properties. If I can negate the sex differentiation and void the connection aspect I might come up with something that I can use for extreme injuries.”

*I shake my head.*

Not happening. It’s not just blood, doc, it's GRACE. It’s what makes an angel an angel. The equipment you’d need to even analyze it doesn’t exist and you don’t have the words for what you’d see if it did. Now. The room. Please.

*He grumbles as he shuts off the monitors and turns to go but I ignore that.* And Doctor Manolo?

*The formal address is cold, colder than I’ve ever been with any of them since I came to the manse. It stops him in his tracks but I want him to know I’m invoking his professional ethics and that I’m not just that goofy, annoying angel that’s always hanging around. I’m a being of power. The power I’ll use if I have to.*

What you saw on that blood work report? That stays in this room, too. Sloahne’s awake and perfectly capable of making her own decisions. Wrath doesn’t need to become involved unless SHE wants him to be. Got it?  

*His eyes narrow. He’s a male that doesn’t intimidate easily, if at all, but he got the message. He nods and leaves, shutting the door a little harder than necessary. I turn my attention back to Sloahne and drag a chair over to the bedside. Touching the bed controls to raise the head so we can be pretty much eye-to-eye, I begin.*

Okay, little one. We need to talk.

Sloahne: <I’ve never felt better in my entire life as I did at the moment with the Angel’s blood running through me but my elation comes to an abrupt halt as I finally tune into Lassiter’s conversation with the human doctor.

Fuck!!??!! He took my blood? He knows! That I also run with Chosen blood as well as the blood of a Brother which makes me cattle. Goddammit. As the humans say. I’m defining FUBAR now. But then I hear the deadly tone of the Angel’s warning. Is he evoking the doctor’s Hippocratic oath on him? Hope rises as I hope he remembered his ethical standards.

But as the doctor leaves and leaves me alone with my savior … I realize that means the Angel knows too. Damn it.>

About what?

<I’m going to try and deflect this whole thing, I’m not really to admit that I belong to the Scribe Virgin her league prison of breeders and slaves. My mind searching for different escape routes while I stall.>

Lassiter: *My eyes narrow and my mouth becomes a grim line*

Ok, so if you want to play it that way, then we will. I saw the blood work report and I’m capable of understanding it. I know your secret. The question isn’t are you going to tell me? I already know. The question is do you trust me?

*I’m getting pissed now. Sloahne is someone I care about. She’s like family, if I actually had one, and she’s treating me like the enemy. *

I just saved your fucking life and NOT because of what I saw on that report. I did it because I care about you. I did it because my allegiance isn’t just to Wrath. It’s to the species both as a whole and as individuals, which means you. And I did it because I’m more than you think I am. So, do you trust me enough to talk to me? And don’t think about bailing on me. I know you are, but there’s no place I can’t find you now. That little infusion of grace you just took in makes everything a whole new ballgame. We need to talk about that, too.

Sloahne: <I bit my lip as I was properly chastised. I knew he was right. But it’s been hundreds of years of hiding and keeping my secret that it was difficult after all this time lying to him. Granted I didn’t lie exactly … but there had been lots of omitting the truth.>

I … um … <Sighs deeply.> I’ve been hiding something sorta important, I guess. I’m the child of a Brother and … a Chosen.

<I slowly and painfully admitted.>

I left the Old Country and immigrated to the New World when my mahmen attempted to arrange for me to marry an aristocrat from the glymera, Some sexist, privileged male who believed females should be kept at home. Before entering the Fade, my papa always taught me that a woman is worth more than just being the head of her household. Unfortunately, the Scribe Virgin's ways were still used to guide my mahmen, a Chosen to the core. We never saw eye to eye.

<So here I am in a hospital bed knowing my past has finally caught up with me and I’ll end up serving the Scribe Virgin to be receptacles for The Brotherhood … to be a Chosen, whose only existence was to be fed, bred, and fucked. Fuck me. What am I going to do now?>

To be continued ...

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I’m Sorry Did You Want a Safeword: Pound of Flesh Part 2 CROSSOVER Submitting to the Darkness Part 24

Written by @SinsSecondComin.

*Rehv sat in the shadows of the panic room that he had Drake detained in, watching the male slumber. The fool actually seemed like he wasn’t worried about his fate or worse what his captor was capable of. That would change, and in the most wicked of ways. Rehv stood up stalking towards the slumbering male, gently running a long elegant finger down the rusted chain links that bound Drake’s wrists and ankles to a stainless steel platform with drainage holes in it for blood to flow into a tub system below. If things got too carried away Rehv would use the accumulated blood to infuse the male to keep him alive as long as he wanted. Rhev would position a portable shower head system over the table and turn it on to freezing cold water, letting the water hit Drake’s naked body in a mist, he would then take a tazer out as the male begin to slowly stir at the cold water hitting his body, pressing the taser to the male’s balls he lit the fucker up like a Christmas tree.

Oh how sweet the screams of pain were that shot from his lips, if you were someone who relished the pain and anguish of others the sound was akin to the bells of Notre Dame to the people of Paris. The heavy breathing that followed and the pained filled panicked eyes of the male bulging, bloodshot and showing more unfocused white sclera then coloured iris. Rhev walked around to the male’s side giving him a clearer view of his captor; before slowly and softly speaking to the male as if he were a child or even a lover.*

“Good morning sleeping beauty, I hope you got some rest. I have a full day and evening of festivities for us to partake in. We shall learn new things about each other, we shall push boundaries and limitations; by the end of it all we shall be a little more intimately known to one another. Why don’t we get started with a little science and biology lesson …”

*Rehv would walk over to a cupboard and counter, reaching in the cupboard he pulled out a galvanized steel pail, and upon the counter he reached into a small cage pulling out a massive rat. He wasn’t done gathering supplies. On the floor beside the steel platform lay a blow torch, and a heavy leather glove the kind used in blacksmithing. Holding the rat and the steel bucket up for Drake to see, Rehv allowed a small smile to slither upon his lips before explaining the science behind their little experiment to come.*

“Here is the basis of this little science experiment, The rat goes into the pail, the pail goes upon your chest with the opening squarely placed on your chest so the rat is in the bucket but also upon your chest. We then start to slowly heat the bottom of the pail, as the pail heats up the rat will start to become frantic, looking for a way out, anyway out. Eventually the rat has no choice but to burrow through the flesh of your chest to escape certain death it faces from the heated bucket. That is where things become really interesting, Because while all this is happening you will be fully aware of every movement, every scratch, every nibble. This science experiment was the best way to start the day in my opinion, don’t you agree?”

*As the hours faded away and the screams filled the room, Rehv tossed the bucket aside, taking the frantic rat back in the cage it came from. Returning to Drake’s side, Rehv admired the scratches and bites that riddled the males flesh, bloody pockets worn as a badge of Rhev’s twisted mind. The next game was afoot, reaching into a pocket of one of his sable dusters; he pulled out a large needle and a canister of liquid nitrogen.*

“I think you’ll enjoy what’s coming next, Especially since you were so heavily involved in the BDSM scene. This will be a perfect way to end our night together, a little nipple play if you will. We will start by applying some of this lovely medical grade liquid nitrogen to your nipples and surrounding area. The cherry on top will be when I take this needle and pierce the frozen flesh of your nipples.”

*The screams and trashing of Drake were pleasing Rehv to no end, as the night drew on he could tell drake was fading quickly; stopping his fun for the night, rehv grabbed his duster that he had tossed to a side somewhere through the night events. As he reached the door and went to flick the light off he turned back to Drake with a sinister smirk, he muttered a couple words to Drake before leaving with a dark chuckle wafting upon the air.*

“I’m sorry. Did you want a safe word? I forgot that those are common practice in the bdsm scene aren’t they … maybe we will figure one out for next time.

#TBC

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Trust Issues: Submitting to the Darkness Part 23

Written by @Vishous_SASBDB and @LilWarriorGal 

V: *I walk into the penthouse and look at all the toys hanging from my hooks. I wonder how the leather straps would look on her skin. I can’t get the picture out of my head. It keeps flashing in my mind.*

How? *I yell to no one, to my empty room of sex things on my wall, knowing they can’t answer me back. I ask them.* How can I get her to see me? The real me? *I look at the straps and the cat o’ nine tails. They don’t say anything back and it pisses me off.

I can’t get past her mistrust of the brotherhood. Why does she not trust us? Of all the vampires of our race why not trust the ones who protect them? What happened to her before we met? Who did this to her, for her not to trust us? I know we all have pasts. What is her past for her not to trust her protectors?

I walk past my toys that hang on my wall, things I would love to see Sloahne in, and some I would use on her.

I focus on the memory of her, her long dark hair and eyes I can see looking at me in fear. I throw my fists to my temple and groan so loud the glasses on my bar rattle and the glass in my doors strain, wanting to crack.

I pull out my cell and the first one I can think of with trust issues is my twin. She’s the one who can help me understand her issues. Two rings and she answers.*

 “Hey sister mine, can you meet me at the pit? I have some things I need to talk to you about.”

Payne: Rehvenge was up at the sympath community, so I was at the gym working out.  I found I could escape everything there or fantasize that the punching bag was who I was upset with.  Either way I always felt better after I was done.  This time was no different.  

I had just finished up and was sitting on the floor drinking a bottle of water when my phone vibrated.  “Hello”, mine twin’s voice greeted mine ear.  He wanted to talk to me. I got up, headed to the shower in the locker room and then I’d go to the pit.  

Going through the tunnels I made my way to the pit.  The moment I saw him, I knew something was bothering him and I started running through my last patrol in my head.  Vishous tended to be overprotective at times, but nothing had really happened.  

“What do you wish to speak me about, mine twin?”

V: Sister mine. *I drop my head in my hands, rubbing my face. Then going to my hair pulling some locks through my fingers.* I need help with Sloahne, I see her everywhere. She’s all I think about, I see her in my dreams, in my visions nothing, but she does not trust anyone. I don’t know why I need help figuring out how I can get her to trust me? *I stand up pacing back and forth. I get a hand rolled out of my pocket. I pat my pockets.* Damnit where is my bic. *I found it in my leather pocket. Light my hand rolled and take a long drag and blow it out. I look at my sister rubbing my brow with a look of question and shake my head back and forth.* 

It seems Rehvenge and Lass seem to be the ones that she trusts but we helped free her. Why is she so afraid of me?  

Payne: My diamond eyes never left mine twin as I watched him pace the floor and light his hand roll.  What he pondered was a question only Sloahne could actually answer, but I had some ideas on how to start building that trust.  I let him finish and grinned just a bit.  All along I knew V had a softer side.  

“You may have rescued her, but she sees little difference between you and any other male.  That is what you need to change.  Start with something small."  I bit my lower lip for a moment.  "Maybe I could invite her to go with me somewhere we’d need an escort.  You could be the escort.  I could stay, how do you males say it, out of the way." 

V: That all sounds like a good idea sister mine, but she is still in recovery. And unconscious she needs to heal first then then we can dig deeper *I grabbed my hair and looked at my hand roll.* I don’t know what is going on in my head with this female. I can’t stop thinking about her. This female is doing something to me. I just don’t know what it is. Then it seems that both our lives were in the BDSM lifestyle but that maybe gone too with her kidnapping and what that Drake piece of shit did to her. *I go over to the couch and pretty much drop myself down by my twin. I drop my head in my hands and just sit there.*

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The Sinner Uncaged: Pound of Flesh Part 1 CROSSOVER Submitting to the Darkness Part 22

Rehv sat in the dark condo of Sloahne’s, his crimson eyes gleaming in the light of the full moon; the only light that bathed the dark sanctuary. He had spent weeks and months trying to dig up leads on Drake, he had finally found the fucker; but at that time he hadn’t been ready to make a move. So he had kept a close eye on the male keeping tabs on his every movement until Rehv was ready to pounce.

Now that Sloahne was safe with the Brotherhood, and the Brotherhood was out of his way he had prepared to spring a trap for Drake. Rehv was extremely confident that his plan would go off without a hitch. That was the thing about people who were stricken by the sickness of obsession, they started to lose grip on their sanity and make mistakes they normally wouldn’t. Mistakes such as the habitual sort, the type that kept you returning somewhere you know you should steer clear of; but you can’t because you’re so drawn to it, that the very thought of staying away has you breaking out in cold sweats and itching uncontrollably. It keeps you from eating, sleeping, thinking rationally about anything and everything. Until you finally give into it, and when you do it’s like a release that’s been slowly building up, it’s like when the drugs finally enter your bloodstream and you start to feel the edge ease and the tension leave your body as euphoria takes over.

He had seen this behaviour many times, especially from the humans who frequented his clubs. It almost called to mind the memory and story told to him by Zsadist, about Bella’s time with the lesser; but he chose not to linger upon that thought as a smirk slithers upon his nefarious face, a shadow flickering across the condo’s balcony. All signs of his old “Prison” (dopamine) left behind, lost and ravaged by the ravenous sands of time, He never felt so alive as he did now; as his prey was closing in upon the trap he had carefully laid out. Rehv had known that Drake was watching Sloahne’s place earlier when he brought her by to collect a few things, and get the keys from her. He had let V pick her up around back as he moved through the apartment making it look like she was settling back into her normal life. He had called one of the female symphaths from the colony to aid him in this trap, dressing her in Sloahne’s clothes; from behind she looked remarkably like Sloane. Rehv had left shortly after to put Drake at ease, driving off in his Bentley; little did Drake know he had circled back around parking two streets down, making his way back to the condo through the back entrance out of the sight of Drake.

Time had ceased to exist in Rehv’s mind as the minutes had shed their skin to become hours, it felt like the moment would never come when that prick Drake would spring his trap. Perhaps it was the excitement of taking his pound of flesh from the male, or it might have been his anxiousness of having carefully planned this all down to an exact science, without tipping his hand to the Brotherhood or Drake himself. Regardless of what it was, the wait had been killing Rehv, slowly driving him mad; but the proverb that all good things come to those who wait had actually paid off and was true in this case. As the female symphath had been ordered to do, she followed Sloahne’s schedule to the letter; for when she went to make the cup of tea before bed, that was when drake chose to make his appearance in the still dark condo, with only the moonlight to give an eerily luminance light to the condo casting shadows in corners and upon walls.

The symphath female who was playing Sloahne, had just entered the kitchen to put on the kettle, when the sliding glass doors of the balcony slid slowly open and the male known as Drake stepped forward, closing the sliding glass panel behind him; slowly Drake crept into the kitchen.

The male was just two feet away from his target when he froze, much as a deer caught in headlights does, it was as if he could tell something was off. He spun upon his foot to head back to the balcony when he Ran right into Rehv’s waiting arms at the entrance of the kitchen; a needle stuck in the taught flesh of his neck as he blinked slowly in surprise and realization of the moment. He had been duped, tricked, trapped; his body would not and could not move of its own volitions. Even his voice had failed him, his eyes however could see clearly,  they stared into a pair of crimson eyes lingering above  him, a mink duster hanging off the shoulders of a massive male who wore the most sickening smile  that made his insides squirm  in what could only be fear.

Rehvenge knelt over Drake, gently caressing his face before yanking the syringe out of Drake’s neck.

“It would appear this is not exactly how you planned the night going, but as a member of the Glymera, and council to the King, and a king in my own rights; I give to you my word … The night shall pick up in the most tremendous of ways for you Drake, in fact just to show how generous i am i shall make this night extend into a fortnight. I really am looking forward to all the fun we shall come to share, don’t worry we can let bygones be bygones. Sure you insulted me, stole from me, and most recently tried to do so again! If i were a lesser vampire these things would likely not be so forgivable …”

Lifting Drake to his feet he presses him to the wall with one hand to stabilize the male and offers him a nefarious grin before leaning into drake his lips dancing across drake’s ear softly, he begins speaking once more to him in a soft almost cooing voice that sent gooseflesh from the crown of Drake’s head to the very tips of his toes.

“On a more detailed inspection of my morality, I’ve come to realize i am indeed a lesser vampire; for I’m part symphath …”

With these words whispered into Drake’s ear, Rehvenge slammed the full force of his mind into Drake’s overwhelming what little mental fortitude there was to be had; he most savagely ripped through his emotions, memories, dreams and ambitions. Drake’s voice finally found him as his vocal cords allowed him to let out the most terrifying guttural screams of pain, and fear you’d ever want to hear in your lifetime. Drake would lose consciousness after several minutes, but Rehv left one last parting gift  in his mind that would give him nightmares and even waking nightmares, then Rehv through drake over his shoulder and carried him out of the condo, leaving the doors wide open, disappearing into the now foggy night. 

[sloahne]

Submitting to the Darkness Part 21 Wide Awake Nightmare

Written by @Vishous_SASBDB.

*I’m sitting in front of all the Toys watching my family go about their day’s routines, Beth and Wrath with LW, Rhage and Mary having a movie date. Watching the doggen go around dancing as they clean, so happy to do anything around the manse for us. Anything to serve our needs. I sit here waiting for the time to go by, I know she is here as I am feeling her. I know she’s close by in the training facilities medical ward. I know she’s safe. Why, then, am I feeling like she is far away? 

I scan the monitors. I hit the one for the training facility. I see her walking in the halls. I want to go to her, help her in any way I can, but I know she is afraid that he’s coming back. Drake. I should have taken him out when I could. I should have killed him and let the sun have him. As I watch her, I long to go to her. I need to contain myself. I see her going up and down the halls, Then I see her go into another room.* What is she up too? *I murmur as I continue to watch. I see two females come out and straight to the exit.* NO! No, no, no, no. Fuck me, what the hell are you thinking female! You cannot leave, you can’t leave the mhis. He can find you if you leave this property. *As I see both females going, I jump up and start to head down to the med center. I have to stop them, one is still hurt pretty bad and Drake cannot find her here. I start to fly down the halls, running like I’ve never run before, trying to get where I need to be to stop them and help them. 

Then everything goes black. With a shocked feeling my body starts to shake, then when I open my eyes I can see him. I see Drake and he has Sloahne. Her skin light, her dark hair.

She’s tied up against a bedpost with her back to him. I see the cat-o-nine tails ... he’s whipping her, red streaks going down her back with each lash her body shakes and tightens. It isn’t for foreplay, it’s for punishment. For her escape. Her blood starts to leak out and slowly runs down her back. As I look closer I see her tattoo ... I cannot tell if it’s not real or not, but I know Sloahne has one. I know she was just here, she still has to be here. As I concentrate harder on looking, I can see her as she writhes in pain. I strain and look harder, I can see her now, I see her through his eyes. He takes the punishing deeper,  taking  the handcuffs and pulling them up over her head and making her tiptoe, and if she rests her feet, the metal cuts into her skin and leaves red rings while she screams in pain. When she goes down again this time it cuts into her hands.

She had blood running slowly down her arms and down her back. She slowly turns her head to plead for mercy and as she looks I can see her eyes are an emerald green. It’s not her! Sloahne’s eyes are chocolate brown. She is still here, safe at the Brotherhood manse. My head jerks back and starts to pound. No, this needs to stop before she leaves. I run down to the medical center, racing as I make my way through the halls. Passing through doors as they slam shut behind me, I make my way to the parking garage, Looking everywhere I come to a quick stop and grab my head while it throbs.

I turn around and shake my head as I hear voices, I look and see Lass talking to them, Whew, they are heading back to the med center. They should be fine now. I need to talk to her, let her know what he will do to her if she leaves. She needs to stay. I have to talk to her and let her know his plans for her if she leaves. She. Has. To. Stay.

And for the future plans for the male. I need to bring this to someone’s attention that he needs to be stopped before any other females get hurt or killed by his sick addiction and his retribution.*

[sloahne]

Submitting to the Darkness Part 20 The Great Escape ... NOT

Written with @ChosenTalia and @Lassiter_SASBDB.

Sloahne: <I was still running on adrenaline when I heard the human bust out of his office like a bat out of hell. I wonder what happened. I didn’t have to wait long. Less than an hour later I hear a gurney being wheeled down the hall and into the room next to mine. I heard lots of anxious and angry male voices out in the hall. I tried to catch what they were saying …>

“She’s getting out of control …”

“She’s stable for now but it was touch and go …”

“What the hell was she doing in the alley ...?”

“All the Chosen need to go back to the Sanctuary, for their own good …”

<Well fuck me … another damn reason to keep my secret hidden and another reason to escape this place. What the hell has Xhex and Trez got me into? Trust them? I’m on the verge of being committed to a damn nunnery of the Sanctuary.> @ChosenTalia

Talia: Beep, beep, beep.

Fuck I was alive and in a hospital. My eyes were too heavy to open, but when I heard the words and who they were from I felt broken all over again. I was going to be sent away. I wasn’t wanted here, just as I have thought the entire time. Everything hurt. 

I tried to remember what happened. I remembered a lot of pain and a lot of blood. My feet hurt bad. I was hoping I would die in the alley. I struggled against the sedation and opened my eyes. 

I was met with anxious looks from the doctor and Brothers alike. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. What would I say? Hi? Yeah, not going to work well.

When they tried to get me to speak I just couldn’t respond. If I opened my mouth I would either cry or rage. Select mutism was the best option. I tried to roll to my side, but the pain and the tubes and drains held me mostly still. 

Then I heard the doctor say something, catatonic. 

Sloahne: <I tried to listen intently to their conversion but between the doors and the machines beeping I was able to catch a few words here and there and they seem to be acting considerate by lowering their voices all of a sudden. Ugh … I need to get the hell out of here. 

I waited a while when I finally could hear heavy boots down the hall sounding farther and farther away. I wondered if the doctor forgot about me or just had better things to do. It was a break so I slipped off the hospital bed and quietly stepped up to the door of the room and looked out the window and saw no one in the hallway. 

Good time as any to escape this new prison of mine. Ugh, why did Symphaths and Shadows try to convince me otherwise? Clearing I heard the males talk about sending the Chosen to the Sanctuary “for their own good”. Fuck them. They have no idea what is good for me. I didn’t want to be a damn blood slave to the Brotherhood. Blood and sex. Fuck that. 

I quietly opened the door.>

Talia: When they finally left me alone I came undone. Sobbing. Nothing could make it better. Yes I had problems, and yes I brought all of this on myself, but why couldn’t they see I was in pain constantly? I didn’t even want to see any of them, yet I needed them. It made no sense to me. 

I rolled to look at the white wall. I better get used to it. I was going to be sent back to the Sanctuary. Maybe I deserved it. Maybe I needed to go. It would be for the best. It was that or become a fallen chosen and truly free them from my presence and their responsibility. 

With any luck, something would go wrong in my transition and I would just die. As I laid there I wondered if it would hurt, or if the light would claim me first. I don’t even notice the doors opening and closing nearby. 

Sloahne: <There was no one down the long hallway and as I passed the door next to me, I heard sobbing. I kept going, but my heartstrings tugged as the sobbing continued.> Shit. <Maybe they needed to escape too. From what I could eavesdrop on earlier, the males of the household were concerned about her. From my experience, they never understood … our society is patriarchal, where the male rules the household. I remember a few years ago, during the lesser raids the Glymera tried to resurrect the practice of mandatory sehclusion for all unmated females of the aristocracy such that the bloodlines of the race may be preserved and they had the audacity to have this sehclusion practice extended to all unmated females regardless of class levels. INSANE. Surprisingly, the motion didn’t pass. Apparently the vote has to unanimous. I remember the night Rehv came into the club smiling about how it happened. 

Regardless, I grew up with glymera before I came over from the Old Country to know that the males did NOT know what’s best. Perhaps that was the case here, maybe she needed help. I leaned against the wall for a moment as I quickly weighed the pros and cons of helping this female. I remember all those months in my gilded cage and would not wish that on anyone. Decision made, I backtracked to the door and lightly knocked and peeked my head inside.

Talia: I jumped when the knock came to the door. Despite the pain in my throat, “come in” I look down at my hands. I’m not sure how much damage is still visible. 

I see it’s not anyone I’ve met. The brunette was stunning. I frowned, never would I be that elegant. Maybe I would never be.

I hated myself and the state I was in. There was a look in her eyes. I had never seen her before but I knew what she was doing. “You’re leaving,” I whispered. Did she know the way out? 

“I’m Talia. Can I leave with you? I can’t go back there.” My voice broke at the last, knowing I welcome death over the thought of being sent back to the Sanctuary. I didn’t belong. 

Sloahne: <When I peeked in, I see a beautiful female with light cafe skin sniffling and wanting to leave and not going back to the Sanctuary.> Fuck yes, let’s go girl.

<I came over and gingerly helped her up, I knew she would slow me down with her healing from her injury. Looks like we both needed to feed soon to recover from our injuries. I could still smell fresh blood. I hope this was a good idea … I didn’t know how extensive her injury was and if she still needed medical attention.>

Do you know the way out? <I asked to pass the time as we tried to get out of medical place, we were down a hallway with multiple doors.> So what happened to you?

Talia: Damn me being a pretrans and damn me even more for having been injured. I had nothing I could hide from the other female as we went down the halls. Passing offices and training rooms as we went. “I do know the way … I think we need a car. I can’t walk that far.” I could feel the blood leaking from a wound I opened while getting up it colored the bandages red. I sighed as we moved closer to freedom. 

“I uhmmm. I got addicted to drugs thanks to my own actions and an ex trainee. He hurt me. Phury kicked him out though. I have a lot of issues so I went back to Rhett and he traded me to a drug dealer. They injected me with a lot of heroin and tried to turn me out and sell my virginity. There was a fight I got stabbed,” lifting my shirt to show all the wounds, “I ran and stepped on glass. Sadly they found me and brought me back.” 

I give a deep sigh as we reach the exit. I open the door and peek around. “All the cars are tracked. Can you drive? I can’t. We have to ditch the car as soon as we can.” 

Sloahne: <We walked slowly as I help transfer most of her weight to me. I still felt weak myself so the whole endeavor may get us caught if we’re not fast enough before someone caught us. Listening to her story, she sounded like any typical teenager. I wondered how a Chosen was able to get a hold of drugs? She was able to leave and go outside into the world and get heroin? Odd.

They must have totally flushed her system since she seems pretty lucid but perhaps it was the adrenaline. The same adrenaline that I’m surviving on right now. We eventually came up to some double doors and when I carefully opened them to see if any alarm will go off. Nothing happened. Looking out it was an underground garage, it had a type pf school bus with blackout windows, a few SUVs … I may be able to hotwire one of those.> 

You sound like you have been through the wringer. Let’s get to one of those SUVs and see if we can get out of here. @Lassiter_SASBDB

Lassiter: It’d been too long since I pranked anybody in this place. All this deity crap was fucking with my head. I couldn’t help but think this job oughta’ come with some perks. Like being able fucking FIND somebody when they were lost. Seems to me if the Creator was gonna’ dump this kind of crap on an underqualified, overly snarky asshole like me it ought to come with enough perks that I could actually HELP. But, as it had been so patiently explained to me, free fucking will was a thing and I couldn’t just pop my wings out and swoop in. Whateves. This place needed a little lightening up and I was slipping. Or maybe they were just getting used to Kardashian marathons. But this latest oughta’ up my game.  I’d gotten inspired from a combination of CMT and Children’s PBS and I knew just where to poke the beast with it. Literally in at least one case, although I was gonna make sure I was invisible when Rhage started his car.

Programming the stereo system in V’s SUV sounds easy, and if all I was gonna do was blast Katy Perry at him when he turned on the car it would have been. But fixing it so all it would play was Taylor Swift’s early days was inspired. Snickering to myself, I had to wonder just how often he could listen to “Love Story” before he ripped the stereo out of the dash.

But the REAL challenge had been rigging a glitter bomb in Rhage’s GTO. Ever try to wedge a 6’8” angel built like a tank under the dash of a car built for a midget? How the Hell did Rhage even fit in that thing? But I’d managed and the next time he started that toy his driver-side airbag was gonna pop and explode in enough glitter to coat the Eiffel Tower.  I had to snicker at the image. I wasn’t gonna be the only thing that sparkled around here.

As I shut the door on the GTO, I heard another one shove open. Free-will may be a thing, but so is self-preservation and immediately I go ghost. No need for a brother to see me in the garage and later put two and two together. Even though they couldn’t do me any real damage these days, they didn’t need to find that out. But the frantic female whispers set my mind to rest on one score and set off an entire symphony of panic on another. WTF? V had managed to get Sloahne here but she was making a break for it and she wasn’t alone. Although I didn’t have much to do with Phury’s Chosen, I recognized the pre-trans he thought of as a daughter sneaking out with Sloahne. The brothers had been looking for her for days. They must have found her but she looked like she was about to fall on her face. In fact, they both looked shaky as hell. When I hear the words “hot-wire an SUV” the ‘lighthearted asshole’ in me totally got trampled by the emerging ‘worried male godling’ and I materialize in a white blaze of light, leaning against a pillar with my arms crossed…

“Evening ladies. Going somewhere?”

Talia: Just as we reach one of the cars. The sudden appearance of Lass causes me to scream and punch him in the chest. It was weak, even for my standards. 

“Wh.what are you doing here?” I ask shakily after realizing who I just punched.

Shit, shit, shit. It was Lassiter. Looking up for just a brief moment before looking back down, feeling shame that we were caught. 

“I can’t go back to the Sanctuary,” I whispered broken-hearted. 

Sloahne: <Hearing Lassiter’s voice and then Talia’s scream ricocheted my nerves higher. Fuck me. My adrenaline was waning and I didn’t know if I even had the energy to drive but imagining being discovered and then trapped at the Sanctuary was not something I could easily ignore and I knew I had enough conviction to get us both out of here.> Angel! What the hell are you doing here?

<I did not expect Lass to appear but then again I forgot he was buddy buddy with the Brotherhood. I’d forgotten that fact after spending so much time with him before my abduction. Damn it. Even after working out together, watching movies and even cooking for him … I’m not sure if his loyalties would lie with me or the Brotherhood. He stayed some nights with me and I could only assume the rest of the time he was with the Brotherhood … though we didn’t talk about his time with them much … which was fine with me. He didn’t know my secret but he knew I had one.>

Look, we both need to get out of here before we’re sent to new prisons and I for one … don’t need another one, thank you very much. I’m about to hotwire this SUV and hightail it out of this place. Wherever we are. You helping us out or going to rat us out?

<I didn’t want to look him in the eyes and fall under his charms so I kept up with finding the correct wires to get this damn car started.>

Lassiter: As I catch Talia’s fist in one hand, I capture Sloahne’s questing hands in the other and pull them away from the wiring. Pulling both of them with me away from the car, I let go of their hands and stand between them and the vehicles.

“What makes you two think you’re going to a “prison”? Nobody wants that and I’m not going to let it happen even if they did. And fuck me Sloahne, but you should KNOW that by now. I’ve never been anything but on your side and I’ve been going nuts trying to find you for the past month. And you wanna’ go back out there? Where HE can find you? Because this Drake guy will. A psycho that would kidnap you and keep you for his personal BDSM toy isn’t gonna give up easy. He fed from you so he’ll find you anywhere in the world. Except here. V’s security is impenetrable and once you’re inside, no one can sense you, let alone get to you.”

Something niggles at my brain when I mention V. As I look at Sloahne I can see her soul white at its core with a soft gold radiating out but it’s smudged with the grays of despair, the dark blues of fear and I know if I let this moment pass the gray and blue will overwhelm the rest and darken her soul permanently. As I mention V I can see his soul as blindingly silver at its core as his soul merges with hers, cleansing away the dark colors and blending with hers. It’s a foreseeing, a prompting. Well ain’t that peachy. The Creator might not have given me the tools to FIND her but now he’s giving me one to be able to help fix the damage. She needs to stay here. They need each other. And I kind of owe the silver-eyed fucker anyway. With a heavy sigh, I look at Talia.

“Talia, the whole reason Phury is letting the Chosen come to this side and live at Rhev’s camp is to let them find themselves, figure out what they want to do, find mates or careers or whatever. YOU have restrictions because you’re acting out like a rebellious 15-year-old. Don’t give me that look,” eyes narrowing as she sputters, “ I know you’re human legal, but you’re pre-trans and you’re acting like a kid so I call ’em as I see ‘em. Phury and Cormia love you like you’re their own young which means they want you protected. If you want freedom, fine, you and every other teenage girl, but do it right. Talk to them about it and let them help you find it safely. Because sister, from the look of you, you haven’t been doing it safely and I can smell the onset of withdrawal on you. Right now you’re right where you need to be, where a doctor can help you through it. If you think you feel bad now, you ain’t seen nothing yet. You can die in withdrawal. After it’s over you can figure out your next steps. And by that I mean figure out what the fuck you want out of life, not what you DON’T. Do that and Phury will bend over backward to help you make it happen.”

In exasperation I run my hands through my hair, pushing it back.

“Look, I PROMISE, I’ll be your personal protectors while you’re here. Nothing will happen to you that you don’t approve of first. And yeah,” catching their skeptical looks” I’ve got the cojones to pull that off even if I have to go against the brotherhood. They just don’t know that and they don’t need to. You need to believe in me.” Because I’m your fucking deity now even if I can’t let you know that. “I got you both on this.” Holding my right hand up. “My word. Now can we get you two back into your beds before you hit the floor?” 

Talia: His words for the female companion stop my attempts at escaping. Her life had been so rough and she was now being hunted by a psychotic asshole. Instinctively I reached for her hand. I didn’t have many friends but I wanted Sloahne to be my friend. I wanted to show her I had her back in this now failed endeavor. 

When Lass paused he was contemplative. It gave me a moment to observe him. He was a beautiful specimen and his energy was usually fun, at least when I was sober and not bleeding from an open wound I enjoyed his company and the fact that he could role the Brothers up with a swish of his wrist. 

Finally speaking again. “Phury said he is sending me back to the Sanctuary. He doesn’t want me here. Does that sound like a father to you?” The pain from his comments obviously stung hard and deep. 

Withdrawal huh? That would explain the itch, the uncomfortable feeling in my own skin but for now, I had to ignore it. I ended up in a bad way but didn’t one have to make mistakes to find themselves. Yes, but not these severe of one’s dumbass. Fuck my self-talk was ornery today. 

I wanted to rage about doing things on my own to find myself, but part of me believed he was right. I looked at the ground to collect my thoughts. I had his word to protect me, us, from the fury that laid ahead of us. I closed my eyes and nodded. When I opened them back up I caught sight of the red bandage, shit I was going to feel that later. The doctor was going to be pissed I tore it open. 

“Lassiter. Please don’t let them think Sloahne caused this attempt at sneaking out. Blame me.” Not sure he would tell them of the failed attempt. I just knew I didn’t want her to be in trouble, and if I was grounded for the next century, what’s another couple years? I looked him dead in the eyes hoping he takes pity on me and agrees, the bruises may soften him a little toward my plight.

Sloahne: <Smelling more blood, I knew Talia broke her stitches with our romp down the hallway into the garage. I didn’t have enough medical knowledge to help her and it could lead to her death since I had no idea what kind of wound she had and from what the Angel was saying she was in withdrawals so it would only get worse and I wouldn’t be able to control her while driving. 

We were at a crossroads. Leave her to the Angel and take my chances out into the world knowing what Lass said was true. Drake could still sense me practically anywhere in the world right now. Or I can take his advice and stay put here where apparently the Brother V has some high tech security system. We were underground for sure so maybe this whole building was encased in steel. 

Anyways, the female needed medical attention asap and I wasn’t feeling too great either, I was getting really tired. My back felt like fire so I knew I needed to rest and maybe even try to feed properly to get healthier to plan my next move.

Ugh, the Angel was right.> FINE.

Lassiter: Well if we don’t get caught in the hallway nobody needs to know that either one of you tried to make a break for it. I won’t tell if you won’t. *Putting my hand out to steady Sloahne, because she’s lookin’ pretty wobbly now, and offering my other one to Talia. I could smell the blood and I needed her off her feet PDQ as well.* And hell’s yes that sounds like any father who ever loved a young. He’s not pissed at you so much as scared to death for you because you’re being a wild child. Right now all he can think about is protecting you, which is what fathers DO. But he’s never been a dad before so he’s learning as he goes and acting on instinct. You gotta meet him halfway. And running away again? Hells no, it only confirms that you’re a kid who needs looking out for. TALK to him, ok? Do a little thinking about what you want, not what you don’t want and then put it to him. If you need a mediator, I’m your guy, but I honestly think if you just sit down and talk to the guy you’ll both feel better. He’s actually the most reasonable Brother around here. Probably why he can deal with females all day. Now let’s go.

Talia: I hissed ar the pain in my stomach. Don’t fall don’t fall don’t fall. I tried to motivate myself. Talk to Phury? Yeah right… he was planning to ship me off as soon as the damn stitches healed. 

“I’ll try.” I whisper to the Angel. 

I limped along looking at Sloahne, she was getting more and more pale each step we took. I was fucked, but she looked worse. What had she been through out there?

Maybe it was as dangerous as it seemed. Should I cut Phury more slack? The thought plagued me until something else caught my attention, I looked at her.

“Sloahne!” I yelled just a moment too late. 

Lassiter: *Swearing silently to myself … ok, not so silently … as Sloahne starts to take a nosedive for the floor.*

 Fucking hells …

*If I let go of Talia she’s gonna run and probably bleed out if the withdrawal doesn’t kill her, and if I don’t catch Sloahne she’s gonna break something else when she hits the floor and she’s already beaten up enough it might push her over the edge ... looking up briefly I make an executive decision and my version of prayer slips out.* 

DON’T motherfucking slap me down for this …

*Instead of letting go of Talia to catch Sloahne, I grab a girl in each arm and pull them each against aside. Holding them tightly, I let my wings manifest in all their sparkly glory and wrap them around the girls as I go invisi and sweep them through the door and down the hall. The doors to their rooms don’t pose a problem when I’m running on angel power. Hell, steel walls don’t pose a problem. And this is happening so fast that Talia won’t get what’s happening, and Sloahne is unconscious, so just maybe some of my secrets are safe. Reaching Talia’s room, I shimmer in and unwrap my wing from her to deposit her on the edge of the bed.* 

Get back on that bed. Somebody will be here to change those bandages in a couple of minutes, and …*Looking at her sternly, well as sternly as pincushion can look.* DON’T run. I meant it when I said I’d be your mouthpiece with Phury if you want me to but you gotta get well first.

*I unwrap my wing from Sloahne far enough to lift her into my arms then fold both wings over her again and shimmer out and down the hall to her room. Doc must have thought she was stable enough not to be hooked up to all the damned monitors but I beg to differ. Unwrapping my wings, I gently lay her down. Pausing for a moment, I brush her hair back from her face, murmuring.*

Girl, what is it with you? What are you so afraid of here?

*With a sigh, I fold my wings back up and demat them. If I’m going to keep their escape attempt a secret I’ve gotta find a way to get some attention at this end of the hall without letting anyone know I was here. Hmmm … time to do what I do best. Looking up at the sprinklers system I set them off, sort of. The fire alarms go off, but glitter spews from the sprinkler heads instead of water. They’ll figure it was me because even V couldn’t put glitter in the water lines, but they’ll never prove it. With a satisfied smile, I go ghost to watch over the hallway until help arrives but then a thought hits me.*

Dammit. Now Rhage is gonna know who fucked with his airbag.

[sloahne]

Submitting to the Darkness Part 19 Leap of Faith

Co-written with @Vishous_SASBDB, @MedicinaeMedic & @ShadowsTwin

Sloahne: <Vishous drove like a bat out of hell down the streets of Caldwell. Driving up the roads of the mountains minutes later, we come up to a rickety fence in the headlights was the kind of thing you’d see out on a farm—that had been long deserted. Barely hanging on, half of it was hanging at an angle, the decrypted boards hung by rusted wires.

Some distance later we came to another barrier. This one was less flimsy, and taller, too, made of chain links that were still rusty like the last ones. This happened at regular intervals a number of times. We kept driving and the gating systems became ever newer and more imposing until they came up to something that looked like it belonged in a military. Huge concrete pillars as big as the ones under Caldwell’s bridges anchored a solid metal panel. And in either direction? A twenty-foot-tall wall that had barbed wire up top and warnings to trespassers every ten feet like in the movie Jurassic Park.

Then there was an underground tunnel with its fluorescent lighting and yellow line down the middle, and the descent tilted the SUV forward at an aggressive angle that eventually let to some kind of underground parking lot where there were two small buses, like the kind you took around an airport.

I opened my door and waited for Vishous to lead the way. We came through a pair of thick metal doors that opened into a maze of fluorescent-lit corridors that branched off in all directions with no rational plan as if the place had been designed to get people lost. Except for every ten yards there were surveillance cameras, there was a pod set into the ceiling so someone was watching you. You have seen them in malls and hospitals.

We passed by an endless number of rooms, classrooms? An office that was empty … something that looked like an interrogation room. Vishous watching me every step of the way, probably to see fall on the floor and curl into myself. I need to keep my wits about me so I can run and dematerialize if I need to.

He brought me to a far too bright tiled room filled with stainless-steel and glass cabinetry. Great … a hospital type room. @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *Watching her look around and seeing everything that includes a hospital, I notice her face is almost in shock. I need to know that she’s ok and I need to find out just why she’s been hiding. It seems the symphaths are the only ones that know the truth and they’re supposed to keep the Brotherhood in the know. We need to know what all that is happening in and around Caldwell. The King needs to know.* 

Don’t worry I just want to make sure you’re ok. Our doc will check you out and I need to make a few phone calls. I need some answers to what is going on and Drake needs to be handled. *I watch her reaction. I can tell that she’s not pleased that I want to know who she is and about what happened.* Sloahne, you know I'm apart of the Brotherhood. I don’t know why your running but that has to stop. I can protect you, I’ve already shown that I can keep you safe. @MedicinaeMedic

Manny: {I was in the office when I had gotten a text from Vishous, telling me that he is bringing in a female who was hurt but I had to be extremely gentle with her. I told him in the text that I will and would be waiting for them once they walk in. Once they both stepped foot, I stood back letting the female take the room in and that I was here.}

Evening Vishous and miss? When you are ready for me to check you out let me know I will be over here. No rush Vishous that is for sure. {I stood in the same spot waiting for this female whenever she is ready. From what I saw I knew she was hurt but couldn’t tell how badly till she let me closer to her. I waited for whatever move she made next.} @Sloahne_BDB

Sloahne: <My mind was still running a mile an hour as I freaked about being anywhere with a Brother. I had no idea where I was … it just looked like some kind of government compound where they take people who never to be seen from again.

Then I remembered Xhex and Rehv telling me it was safe. Nothing would be safer than here apparently. Wherever “here” was.

Turning back around, I noticed another male … wait … a human in the room. Huh? That’s strange but as I thought about it … it made sense. Havers couldn’t be in two places at once and he’s pretty much the race’s only physician … it would make sense for the Brotherhood to have their own. Practical. Better security. Expensive. The room was equipped with all the high tech gear and technology. 

By the time I fully looked around at everything … I noticed both mal … errrr guys looking at me. I must have missed something they said to me.>

Um … sorry. Did you say something? @MedicinaeMedic

Manny: {Looking over first to Vishous then back to the female in the room, the one who was hurt. I needed her to trust me somehow.} Yes, I did say something, you can trust me, I won’t hurt you but I do need to check on your injuries before they could get worse. 

{Turns to Vishous.} Has she been fed and how long ago was it? {I slowly moved but not near the female. I went over to the chair to sit down while I waited for someone to move or say anything.} @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *Looking over at Manny and straight back to Sloahne.* She fed on me just a little over 2 hours, Doc, but not much. I’ve been trying to keep a close eye on her, I’ve checked over her visible injuries but if she has any that are internal then I’m not sure. I just know she has been through Dhund and back. So whatever needs to be done just let me know, Doc. *Eyes on Sloahne and narrowed.* We will do them all, won’t we? @Sloahne_BDB

Sloahne: <I narrowed my eyes back at the Brother. Who the hell was he? Ugh. This was the exact reason why I have stayed hidden all these years. Chauvinistic, pretentious, high handed males who think they know everything.> I just need to stay in the place until I’m back on my feet and then I’m out of here. I don’t need your help. Just stay away from me. 

<I backed away from him towards the wall behind me. I could feel myself getting more agitated and my body bracing itself to escape again. My body ached from pain as the adrenaline from earlier had worn off but it was also becoming evident that I needed to feed and heal but I didn’t care. I needed to get the fuck out of this place. I should have never come here. The Brotherhood. What the fuck was I thinking? I don’t give a damn what Rehv and Xhex said. The males would never change. I needed to get myself the hell out of here before I needed up a mindless Chosen chained to fulfill the whims of the barbaric idiots of this Compound.> @MedicinaeMedic

Manny: {Watching the female slam herself against the wall as if to protect herself from all of us here. I raised my hands up to surrender.} 

I will be leaving you both to talk this over, call me when you think it is safe for me to check you over to make sure you are healing. Vishous, I will be in the other room and you know how to reach me. 

{I slowly moved out of the room as not to scare the female any more than she already is. I went out of the room to let them figure things out. I went to work on some papers that needed my attention.} @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *Looking at Sloahne, watching her back up like she was terrified out of her mind as if she’d been abused before by this male.* Sloahne, I need you to talk to me. Xhex wouldn’t let something happen to you. She knows you are safe with me. You are safe here. It’s just a clinic to make sure you are well. Then we can leave and go somewhere else. We don’t have to stay here. *I don't know what else to tell her to put her at ease.* I found you. *Tapping my temple.* I saw YOU. @ShadowTwins

Trez:  {I had finished doing paperwork for the new club when I received a text from Xhex about Sloahne being in the manse and was hurt. I thought of where the manse is located and I demated over there. Once I was outside, I walked up the steps and waited to be let in by Fritz. 

When I was let in I went to the hidden door under the grand staircase and went into the tunnels. Making my way to the med suit, I slowly walked in and saw Sloahne.}

Hey Sloahne and Vishous. How is it going? @Sloahne_BDB

Sloahne: <I was just puzzled at the Brother named Vishous about why he thought he supposedly “saw” me. 

Trez?! What are you going here? <I was happy to see my friend but I had a feeling he was breaking me out and helping me escape but I thought I take a chance.>

Please tell me you’re here to get me out of this place. I don’t want to be here. <I can’t be in a place with a Brother and a doctor … he is bound to figure out when he takes my blood who I really am. Which meant my freedom … my life is over.  @ShadowsTwins

Trez: I would do that but you need to be checked first, Sloahne. Can you do that for me? Then once you are checked out I will take you anywhere you want just let the doctor see you. {I was trying to keep her here and from the look in her eyes I knew that was not what she needed.} @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *Looking over at Sloahne, listening to Trez and trusting him makes me seethe.* Sloahne, please, I don’t know why you're scared. You're safe here, it doesn’t matter who or what you are, you are safe here.

*Looking over at Trez, needing her to trust me.* Once Manny checks over you I can take you wherever you want to go. *I sigh and drop my head, not wanting anyone else to hear but not know how to get through to this female.* Sloahne, I know it’s hard to understand. I have visions, I’ve seen you. I don’t know why but I have. @ShadowsTwins

Trez: {I stood by as Vishous talked to you and I saw that you needed to trust us in staying here.}

Sloahne you know me and I have not lied to you ever, trust me this is the safest place to be and Vishous is the best male that I know that will be able to keep you safe from anyone including that bastard. Manny here is the best doctor in the world, so please let him check you over to make sure your wounds are healing well. Trust me, please? @Sloahne_BDB

Sloahne: <Ugh. I hated this so much. My anxiety mounted as I sat on this hospital bed considering all my options. I couldn't go back to the #Commodore or #ZeroSum. Drake still had my blood in his system and I had no idea how much he took over the time he held me. Which meant he could track me anywhere. I didn’t even know where I was!

Knowing the kind of security system Drake had made me realize that the male had money, power, and had the means to find me. I didn’t even have a fighting chance until my blood was diluted from his system. Then, I can make a game plan to leave Caldwell.

Rehv, Xhex and now Trez is telling me I’m safe with this Brother Vishous. Apparently, he has had visions of me. Why? And what did it mean? Did he know? He hasn’t said anything yet about my background.>

Fine. Whatever. @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *As I sit and watch this female fidget, looking around like she’s a caged tiger. In a low and very calm voice which is not me, but this female brings feelings and emotions to the surface.* Sloahne, I know you're scared but this place has the best security I’ve made, it’s what I do. The mhis surrounding this place  ... there is no human or vampire of any race that can find you here. True?

*My visions are cloudy but her face was perfectly clear, I saw her.* @Sloahne_BDB

Sloahne: <The Brother V signaled back for the human doctor to come back into the room and he began to check my injuries that were superficial that would soon heal if I fed more. But whatever. The doctor wanted to take a sample of my blood. Oh hell no.>

I’m fine. Once I’ve had some time to rest, I’ll be fine. Besides the worse has already been healing. You can ask Rehv or Lassiter. <I shudder as I remember the marks, I haven’t been near any salt so they should heal like normal … though I think the internal scars will be worse …> 

Can everyone just leave me alone so I can get some rest?

<Hopefully a good day’s rest will help. I’ve been on high alert for so many weeks that I’ve never been able to rest … unless I was passed out. Again … memories I don’t need to remember. Shaking my head and waving my hand.>

Just get out.

[sloahne]

Submitting to the Darkness Part 18 Game of Hide and Seek

Co-written with @Vishous_SASBDB and @UnbreakableXhex

Sloahne: <I reformed outside the backdoor. As I stand there ringing the bell, I belatedly realized I was still in only a bedsheet. Fucking hell. I hope to Scribe, they could hear the bell and let me in so I wouldn’t have to make my way to the front of the club in only a damn bloody sheet.

Finally, Big Rob opened the door with a look of concern with a 9mm in his hand and ushered me in as he took a step outside looking for what caused my state. I quickly went into Rehv’s office and sat in on me of his chairs as my energy waned. Though I fed from the Brother Vishous … it had only been a few ounces before Drake had arrived. 

Fuck. He could find me anywhere with my blood in his system. I could feel myself panicking. What was I going to do? I came here, hoping Rehv or Xhex could give me some ideas.> @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *With my hands on the wheel knowing she was going straight to Rehv’s club, I turn and head right over, I pull my phone out and dialed his office number and it rings off. Then I hit a couple buttons and bring up his camera. I know his security detail since I designed it. And the first thing I see is an empty chair behind the desk. Then just off-camera, I could see that she was on his couch, I could see her legs just in the corner. As I turn it, I see her still in the bed sheet sitting on the couch with it pulled around her tightly. I can see the terror in her eyes, I close out the camera and hit the gas harder and go straight there.* @Sloahne_SASBDB

Sloahne: <I could hear Big Rob talking over the earpiece and letting @UnbreakableXhex know that I was here. Apparently, she had stopped by the #IronMask to see #Trez and would be back soon. He asked if I needed anything and I just shook my head, he nodded and did say anything more and closed the door and locked it.

I was left alone. I knew @SinsSecondComin had his office lined with lead so no one could dematerialize in or out. So … I felt relatively safe for the moment. I could get dressed, gather my thoughts and come up with some sort of game plan. I couldn’t go back home. Drake knew where I was now I needed to get out of town. But as vampires … he would still be able to track me. Fuck. It would take weeks, even months, to fully get my blood out of his system depending on how much he consumed. Those weeks were blurry and fuzzy, I was never at my full strength … not with all my injuries. My mind whirled with possibilities and scenarios to keep me from being imprisoned again.> @UnbreakableXhex

Xhex: *Pulling up to Rehv’s Club, my eyes scanning the line for any trouble. I hated coming in the front doors, but there has been some trouble lately. Other drug dealers being bold selling their shit. Pimps thinking they could steal Rehv’s girls. Fucking stupid humans don’t seem to know what’s good for them. Climbing off my bike, pushing my hair back from my eyes a sneer going across my features. Walking slowly towards the door, every human male stepping back from me. Smirking I step inside knowing I did my part, walking through the club to the office. Opening the door slowly sensing someone was in the room. Tilting my head to the side, letting out a low growl.* What in the fuck are you doing here, Sloahne? You go missing for months and you suddenly show up? @Sloahne_SASBDB

Sloahne: <Fuck. I thought maybe @SinSecondComin would have told her about my stitch or was she pissed I didn’t come to her sooner. It could either reasons or another one altogether.>

Hey, Xhex. I’ll explain what I can but do you think I can get some clothes?

<Her eyes narrowed as she belatedly noticed my un-attire and then strolled to @SinSecondComin’s desk and did something where a wall suddenly moved away from one side of the office revealing a hidden bedroom with huge massive bed with fur upon fur laid on the top. There was a closet with a line of suites but also a small section of leathers and tanks that @UnbreakableXhex wears daily. She pulled out some leather pants and a blue-grey tank top and handed them to me. I took them and quickly got dressed.> @UnbreakableXhex

Xhex: Now that you are all dressed I’m going to repeat myself. What in the fuck happened to you, Sloahne? *Baring my fangs my eyes, going a bright red wanting whoever hurt her to be 10 feet under and killed by my own fucking hands. Walking back and forth in the small room, my hands clenching and unclenching as I walked needing no wanting blood on my hands someone anyone would do at that moment. Taking a deep breath trying to calm myself, forcing my eyes to go back to normal not wanting to scare Sloahne.* Please talk to me … *My voice going quiet.* @Sloahne_SASBDB

Sloahne: <FML. I really didn’t want to talk about it … I had thought Rehv would have clued her into my situation by now, I sat on the couch and tried not to fidget while I briefly explained my trip to the #TheDungeon, the involuntary feeding, the kidnapping, and the rescue within a few sentences. 

I avoided all the obvious topics I’m sure she wanted to discuss when I heard her hiss at the healing wounds on my body. When I looked down, my wounds had fully sealed and just left some pink scars that would soon fade … I think it was the multitude of them that was unexpected that made the air around the room plummet. She was pissed.> @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *As I pull up and park in my normal spot, I jump out and go straight to the doors, the bouncer knew better he just let me go straight in and through the back. I knew Drake wouldn’t be far behind. I could feel her. So I know he could after feeding off her for so long. I know the blood echo would be easy to track.

I make my way to the door and opening it not caring who’s inside with her. Her scent was strong. As I look around the room searching for Drake, I see Sloahne on the couch with Xhex in front of her.* Sloahne you cannot do this … I cannot keep you safe here. Drake will follow your scent and your blood. You need to come with me, I can keep you safe … just not here. *Looking up at Xhex, hoping she can see the look in my eyes as I am being sincere about her safety.* Tell her Xhex, she’s not safe unless she comes with me. Rhev knows ... as does Lassiter. @Sloahne_SASBDB

Sloahne: <Dearest Scribe … how did he find me? Ugh, his blood was inside me … of course he could find me. FML. Even as little as I drank … he would be able to follow the echo of himself for a while. I shook my head at the idiocy of the whole situation and look towards Xhex. She was mated to a Brother and she’s been keeping me a secret for a long time from her hellren and the Brotherhood. My mind was a fog of confusion and anxiety. I didn’t know where to go. I knew the #Commodore was no longer an option. None of Rehv’s or The Shadow’s businesses were a go either … where could I go? I refuse to back to the Old Country … back to mahmen. That was definitely not an option. I stayed quiet as Xhex and V spoke trying to comprehend that I was going to need to run.> @UnbreakableXhex

Xhex: *Seeing the look on Sloahne’s face, shaking my head growling softly.* No, you are not running. We will protect you! *Pacing back and forth the small room rubbing my hair roughly.* You cannot hide from someone that has drunk your blood. They will find you and it’s better to be with your family than alone. *Eyeing Sloahne, hoping my words are hitting home.* @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *Listening to Xhex tell her to come with me so that I can protect her.  We need to go to the manse the mhis surrounding it would protect her as it has for the Brotherhood. There was no way he would never find her. He’s done, no more hurting females especially this female. The words that hit me where she said “your family,” I look at Sloahne.* Come with me. *Looking at Xhex.* I’ll take her to the manse no one can get to her there and you know it. Sloahne, I will not let him hurt you again. *I reach my hand out waiting for her to take it.* @Sloahne_SASBD

Xhex: *Eyes V, rubbing my suddenly aching head* Yes, I know nobody will get to Sloahne at the manse… for the short term. But what about the long term, V? We need to deal with the situation by eliminating the problem. *A cold grin crosses my face.* You know it would be my pleasure hunting down the bastard. I have faced down worst. *getting my walking back and forth the small office, my cold anger filling the room old memories filling my mind.* It’s up to you Sloahne, whatever you want to do. I just want you safe and maybe with time happy. @Sloahne_SASBD

Sloahne: <Jesus … was this really my only option? To go with the one person that represented the group I’ve been avoiding for so long. I was still feeling weak and tired and I could barely focus. I looked up at Xhex.>

You, Rehv and the Shadows have always been my family. Are you sure? <Emphasizing the fact that she knew damn well why I was apprehensive about going with a male I didn’t know. But before she could answer. I could feel Drake nearby.> He’s here.

<I felt so foolish fearing some damn male. Xhex had more than taught me lessons on dealing with the opposite sex. It was why I became a Domme … to be in control of everything. But my damn emotions and the need to escape got the best of me and now I’m running scared. Ugh, how in Dhund was this my life now? That and running towards the Brotherhood. I could barely think anymore … the adrenaline coursing rapidly in my veins. 

Looking into Xhex’s eyes once more and seeing her steel-gray eyes become red … I knew she was beyond anger if her cilices that help control her symphath side were no longer working. She wanted to exact revenge as only a symphath could. I wonder how Rehv would feel. I don’t remember too much about the night I was rescued but I do recall hearing him and Lassiter talking about the next steps. I just really didn’t want to deal with any of this anymore. My emotions are still raw and I could barely battle my own demons so as much as I loathed avoiding my problems and hiding … I took Vishous’s hand and braced myself for my worst nightmare.> @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *As Sloahne takes my hand hearing that Drake was here I feel the growl start to rise up through my chest. But, feeling her hand in mine I feel the electric buzz between our touch.* Xhex I left my ride out front, keys!! *She picks the keys of the desk and tosses me Rehv’s SUV in the back, I pull Sloahne with me as we head to the back just as we start to close the door we see Drake come in, he has a crazy look in his eyes I can feel her tense in my hand I move in front of her line of sight.* Don’t look at him, go! I’ll get you to a safe place where he cannot find you. *I say to her in an almost growl. As we go down the alley to the back parking lot to the SUV. I get it started and unlocked before we even get to the car I go to the passenger side open the door and almost throw her in. I climb in and speed out in the night streets.

As we go down the highway I hear her deep breaths. We turn down the hidden drive and everything becomes a blur as the mhis covering our path. I look over at her face I can see she is still scared and she keeps looking back to see if we are being followed.* You’re safe now, he can’t find us now. I won’t let him near you anymore.

[sloahne]

Submitting to the Darkness Part 17 Discovering the Vision

Co-written with @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *Walking in the Penthouse waiting for the Angel to hold up his end of the deal. If he doesn’t show soon I’m going to wear a hole in this floor. He better show soon or I will send him to the fade with my gloved hand.* @FallenAngelLass

Lassiter: Tonight was the night that I had to bring V to Sloahne, I hadn't told her what was happening. One, since the conversation from the night before V wanted to get to her as soon as possible and two, I hadn't had the time to warn Sloahne what was happening. Even though I had my own problems … seeing V caged up like this was torture, mainly for me. If nothing went his way it was I who got the tongue lashing or a fist to my face. Materializing onto the balcony of V’s Penthouse I wrapped on the glass with my knuckles. @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *Hearing a rap on my glass door sent me reeling I hadn’t noticed how much time had gone by, I was so wrapped into my thoughts of what I would do to this male that had placed hands on this female I didn’t know. And I still don’t understand the visions of her. I look over and I see the Angel has kept his word. I open the door and he walks in like he the place.* How’s It Angel? What do we need to do to get this show on the road. I need to see her and make sure she’s ok. @FallenAngelLass

Lassiter: Walking into the Penthouse seeing V’s toys. Fuck me, I hope he wasn't going to use these on Sloahne. She’d have my nuts as a new pair of earrings. I turn towards V. “I've dropped everything for you now, let's get this over with. When I dematerialize, I'll leave a light trail for you to follow. Don't think you want my blood in you.” Smirking at V like a Cheshire cat. Heading towards the balcony I dematerialize off into the night air, leaving the light trail I promised V all the way to the condo where Sloahne and I have been staying. @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *Looking at the Angel as he steps out leaving a light trail for me she was a floor away all this time, I knew I felt her close. She better be ok or someone else is going to get hurt. I just hope I can control myself when I see her the first time. As I step out and dematerialize I follow his trail keeping myself in control. As I reform on the terrace and look in, I am so anxious to just to see her I walk in and look for the Angel. @FallenAngelLass

Lassiter: Walking into the apartment seeing V's face of surprise that Sloahne wasn't that far from him. “She had me swear I wouldn't tell anyone where she was, but with your threat, I had no choice but to bring you here. Wait here while I go get her, don't want to scare her with your face.” I felt V’s stare bore into the back of my head as I walk towards Sloahne’s room, knocking gently on the door before going in. “Hey, Sloahne. How's it going?” @Sloahne_BDB

Sloahne: <With my back towards the floor length mirror, I was checking on my bandages when I hear a knock on my door. Lassiter. I cover myself again with the sheet so he wouldn’t ask questions. He’s been oblivious the night before … though he did seem off since I’ve been back.

I wondered the last time if something had happened while I was gone. He didn’t seem nearly as easy going as before, he was more somber. But then again … perhaps I was mistaken. I had my own demons to deal with since resurfacing that maybe I was projecting my own feeling onto the Angel.>

Come in. What’s doing Lass? @FallenAngelLass

Lassiter: Entering Sloahne's room, she was covered with a sheet, I knew she was covering her wounds up so I wouldn't scorch that fucker’s ass but V can do that now he's here. “Sloahne don't get mad but someone is here to meet you. I’ll introduce you two then I’ll go. I have some things I need to take care of.” I didn't want to worry Sloahne that my wings have been taken, ripped … not like before, but that's another story. Looking back over my shoulder nodding for V to come into the room. “V this is Sloahne. Sloahne this is V. I’ll leave you both to it.” I left them both, dematerializing out of the apartment to go in search of that missing piece. @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *Walking in I finally see her in full length and live not just my spotty visions.* Sloahne are you alright? *I stood back as not to frighten her.* I am Vishous from the Black Dagger Brotherhood I’ve seen you so many times. *Tapping my temple as if she would understand. Please don’t be frightened. *I see her recoil back away from me.* I’m not here to hurt you or to take you away like you ‘re in trouble. I want to take you to the medical wing to help you heal. I’ve been looking for you. @Sloahne_BDB

Sloahne: <I could just feel my jaw drop as Lassiter steps aside to reveal a Brother … a fucking Brother. That traitor. After all the meals I cooked, after how many damn movies I let him pick to watch … he backstabs me. Fucker.

I recoil back and accidentally hit the mirror which hits and rips at my back, I could feel the blood dripping. Rehv had fed me his blood, but as half vampire … I didn’t heal as quickly. I needed to get out of here. I took a deep breath and tried to dematerialize. Only to fail because I was too weak. I start to panic and tried to find another way out.> @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *Watching her back up right into the mirror and hurt herself, I can see blood.* Sloahne!  Stop! *I see her jump as I call her name, I put my hands up and slowly walk to her showing her I’m not going to hurt her. I walk over and open my vein and offer her. With being a half a Deity I know she will heal quickly.* I’m not here to turn you in or hurt you. I’ve seen you in my visions. Please let me help you. @Sloahne_BDB

Sloahne: Forget it. <I said as he approached me.>

You feed me just so you can track me. I’m already dealing with someone who can track me as it is … I don’t need another. <Drake, fuck … he could track me here. I needed to get out of here. Out of Caldwell until I’m back to normal. I shake my head as I tried to get around him to my bathroom to get some clothes. I was standing there in only a sheet. My cuts where everywhere and Rehv hadn’t wanted to have my clothes pull at my semi-healing cuts.>

Leave me alone. I’m fine. Really. F-f-fine. J-j-just f-f-fine. <I started to stutter from the cold and agitation that began to rise. I can’t go from one cage to another. If this … V … discovers I’m a Chosen … if he hasn’t already … would be disastrous. FUBAR.> @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *I need to figure out a way to make her know I’m not here to turn her in or hurt her. Fuck if I’m going to use my blood to track her who the fuck does she think is after her, I would never put her in a cage as her thoughts were broadcasting loud with fear.

This is killing me seeing her back away like I’m going to hurt her. I slow my words and speak softly but move out of the way so she doesn’t hurt herself even more.*

Sloahne, I’m not here to take you away or hurt you, Lass let me know you were her. I’ve seen you. *I point to my temple.* I knew you were hurt. He knows I can help you. Please take my vein so you can heal from what he did, my blood is pure and you will heal quickly.

*I slowly take a few steps lower my head and hold out my wrist.*

Rehv and Lassister wouldn’t have told me about you if they didn’t trust me. I can call and have Rev let you know you can trust me. *Pull my cell and call so he can reassure her.* @Sloahne_BDB

Sloahne: <I backed myself back to my bed as he made the call. I mean Lassiter introduced me before disappearing. Damn Angel. I mean that has to mean something. He looked upset on my behalf … for whatever reason. And Rehv told him? I was so confused.

The call only took a moment before he handed me the phone.>

Rehv, why did you do this to me? <I asked quietly.>

“You can trust the Brother Vishous. If anything happens to you, I’ll kill them all starting with V and Butch. I’ll fuck their prophecy in the ass.” <He sneered.> “You trust me don’t you?” <He asked more gently.>

Yea. <I replied hanging up the phone.> @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *Looking at her face, while she’s on the phone talking and listening to him tell her I’m ok to be trusted. Her face so pale from the lack of blood I look at my wrist and it had already sealed so I slowly walk up and score my wrist and offer her my blood once again.* I would never harm or track you and with my pure blood you will heal much faster and feel better.

*Hoping she takes my blood her face may be pale, but oh scribe she is beautiful.* @Sloahne_BDB

Sloahne: <I hung up with Rehv and looked up at the Brother. The Brother Vishous. I’d seen him at the club several times, he choice of poison was Grey Goose. He always came in with another huge guy with a slightly crooked nose and Boston accent whose choice was Lagavulin.

I always kept far away from the Brothers when they came in. Every since that night a few months ago with the Z and uh … his favor … I had hoped I wouldn’t ever have to deal with them again. But here I am, in my own damn house with very little choice. I knew I needed blood, my wounds were not healing.

I closed my eyes and hoped I wouldn’t regret this decision and my fangs descended as I struck his vein and with the first pull of blood … the taste of thick wine coating my throat coating my insides … I could feel my skin start to knit together. His blood was very pure.> @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *Looking at her fight with the decision to use me and take my blood. I’ve never shared my blood with anyone. I never felt the need to share my blood and soul with anyone else. Only Sloahne, she is the only female I can see. Scribe, she’s beautiful I cannot take my eyes off her.

Watching her fangs descend and going into my vein was the most erotic thing I have ever seen and the first pull made me rock hard.* That’s good, take all you need I am here to help you heal. *As her hair fell over and covered her face, I could not fight the urge to move it aside so I could see her face. As I used my gloves hand, I gathered her hair and put it back over her shoulder. My arm brushed her shoulder and there was such electricity a shock that I felt between us. I was sure she felt it too.* @Sloahne_BDB

Sloahne: <I felt shivers run through me as his leather hand touched me but I was fully engrossed in my first real feeding to take much notice. The blood was so rich, I was almost getting drunk and I could feel his blood in my veins making me stronger.

I opened my eyes, and they were clear and focused and not blurred with exhaustion. My limbs felt stronger as the weariness subsided I looked down at my own hands gripping his arm and could see my coloring returning. But as all my faculties were returning to normal strength, a small beating within my core made itself known. Drake.

He had come for me.>  @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *I sensed her getting stronger, feeling her hands getting tighter on my arm. I could smell her scent now ... it’s more potent than when I first got here. She’s swaying like she’s getting a high from my blood.* I can feel your strength coming back. You’ve taken almost enough to fully heal sweetheart. *Still holding her hair that way I can see the features of her face change from content to drunk, then I see a shocked look of fear come over her face. Then I smell the scent of another male.

I stop her from feeding seal my wrist and put her behind me. A male dematerialize through the open balcony doors. The look of hatred on his face and the scent he's putting off … was like he’d bonded with Sloahne and that had me seeing red.*

She’s not yours and if you don’t fuck off right now. It’ll be the worst decision you ever made. *I stepped up before he could respond and all it took was one blow to his head and he’s out for the count. I knew I couldn’t put him out of his misery … this one belongs to Rehv. I turn and look and she was shaking like a leaf, I place my hands on her shoulders and calmed her.*

You don’t have to be afraid anymore I will protect you with everything I am. I am going to take you to the safest place you’ll ever be. *I placed her in my arms and carry her out down to the E and placed her in the passenger seat and as I buckled her seatbelt my skin brushes across her and the electricity between our skin is so noticeable. Having her in my arms, felt so right and fit perfectly against me. I get myself settled in the driver seat with her next to me where I know she belongs and I head straight to the compound.* Get ready your going to the safest place Leelan. @Sloahne_BDB

Sloahne: <Fucking hell … all hell has broken loose and Drake found me. I could never go back to my condo now. He followed the echo of my blood just how all vampires can track whom they allow to feed. The echo would diminish over time … time I didn’t have. I needed to get out here.

Vishous had no idea who I was and I wanted to keep it that way. As part of the Brotherhood, he would have no choice but to inform the King and the Primale. And then I would be shipped off to the legendary Sanctuary. I took slow breaths to calm my nerves from seeing Drake and concentrated. I needed to dematerialize out of this vehicle.

I focused on the dashboard in front of me … barely hearing his deep resonating voice that was calming me and I pictured Rehv’s office and finally gained enough strength from Vishous’s blood and escaped from the SUV into the night towards #ZeroSum.>  @Vishous_SASBDB

Vishous: *As we make our way through the darkness on the old highway, I look over as I watch her dematerialize out the E. I slowed and pulled over to the side of the highway and dropped my head. I couldn’t stop her and I couldn’t follow her ... I promised I wouldn’t. I pull out my cell and texted the Cop, I need a drink … hell I needed several. [Meet me at the table. I need to blow off some steam and crack a few balls around.]

I know she’s gone to Rehv so I texted him too. [She’s gone man, probably to Sum, take care of her. Text me updates.] And then typed the hardest word I’ve ever used to that symphath …  [Please].

[derangedvishous-blog]

Heart to Glove @Vishous_SASBDB @FallenAngelLass

V: *Walking through the Manse, having my sights set on finding the lazy ass Angel. I just hope he has the answers I needed. My head is going crazy needing to find this female. My whole body hums, as she is all I can think about. I turn the last corner with the Angel sitting with his feet propped up and the table remote in hand and a bowl of chips on his side.* What’s doin Angel? @FallenAngelLass

Lass: Sitting in the billiards room, my feet propped up on the couch, nursing a bowl of chips on my lap, the DVD remote in my hand. I had finally got the chance to watch the latest Star Wars in peace till I heard a familiar voice. It was V’s voice. Pausing the DVD, I turned my attention to him. “I was trying to watch a movie. Hang on, what the hell have I done? You only come to me just to beat the crap out of me.”

V: *Shaking my head.* You and your crap shows and music. There are a lot of times I want to beat the crap out of you, yes, I don’t deny that. This time no, I need your help. Cop said you’ve saved some females. Who and where are they? I’m looking for a female. @FallenAngelLass

Lass: “Hey take that back. There’s nothing wrong with Star Wars. Yeah, I was talking with him the other day about two females I’ve saved. The first one she’s called Mhonroe. Nice female but she’s timid. You’d break her in no time. Besides I’ve had my eye on her for sometime now. The second female is Sloahne. She was badly hurt. Why you asking me all this? Usually if I have information I’m told to shut the fuck up.” Looking at V knowing there was something deeper going on.

V: Sloahne? What happened to her? Can you tell me about her or take me to her? *I walk-in and look at him with wide eyes and then start to pace running by hand through my hair think about this female that I don’t even know worried about her not knowing where she is how she is just knowing I have to get to her.*

I don’t want to go into all the reasons why I want to. Just know that I need to find her. @FallenAngelLass

Lass: “She’s back at the apartment in Caldwell. I’ve left her there to heal, something about a male called Drake had beaten her up.” Hearing a growl, I look at V, his fangs had extended and his hands were in tight fists. Whoa, this is serious stuff going on here. “I’m trying to get her to come back here to the Manse. I’m using Mhonroe as an excuse to get her here.” I had a nasty feeling that V had something going on with Sloahne but how could that be possible if he’s never met her? Must be a vampire thing.

V: *Hearing someone, some male put hands on her has me flooded with rage I feel my fangs extend and my body buzzing.* You don’t need any excuses, I’ll be there at my Penthouse to help tonight. She will need to be here soon down at the medical wing, I will look at her myself and she can stay here at the Manse in her own suite so she has privacy and I will be close if she needs any help. Make it happen Angel. *Knowing I will be seeing her soon has me easing up but I want to kill this male that hurt her.* @FallenAngelLass

Lass: “You want me to pick her up and fling her over my shoulder if she refuses? You are the master of kink not me.” Fuck me, V had it bad for this female. “Anyway, why you so into her if you haven’t met? You’re acting like a bonded male and there’s plenty of those round here to see the signs.” I eye the TV still paused on Kylo Ren.

V: *Feeling the rage building hearing him talk about kink with Sloahne, my body shaking and hearing a growl not even realising it’s coming from myself.* No do not put her over your shoulder just when dusk comes just let me know and I will go with you to the Commodore up to my Penthouse to make sure she is ok to travel with us to the Manse. No one will touch her. I’m not bonded to anyone … anymore. I just know this female I’ve seen her. *Touching my temple so he gets the hint.* I just know she needs my protection. Get it Angel? @FallenAngelLass

Lass: Holding my hands up as I hear V growl yet again. “Alright I will try and get her there but I’m not forcing her. Got it?” Shaking my head. “And you say you’re not bonded, you acting like you are. When is this going to happen? I have my own shit to sort out you know.”

V: *Growling.* It’s happening tonight so you can keep your *low voice* appointments. *Trying to stay calm so I can make sure he helps me.* I want her here tonight just get her to my Penthouse and I will be there to check her over. Then I will help her to the Manse, I’ll have the E out front ready to roll. I just have this need to make sure she is ok. Deal Angel? @FallenAngelLass

Lass: “Yeah I bet you will be checking her over.” Laughing till I see the deadly stare V was pinning on me. “Okay I’ll put my problems to one side and come with you tonight, so yeah that’s a deal. Jeez relax man.”

#HeartToGlove

[hardassexcop]

Brother Bonding Time @Vishous_SASBDB @HardAssExCop

Butch: All had a night off, yes it was rare in these times of turbulence but at times you had to recharge your batteries. The night before I had gone psycho on a male who had hit my beloved Marissa, I had beaten him to death. Like V had said I was protecting the females, but I still felt like shit for doing that. But my bonded side of me was telling me the fucker deserved it. Walking into the lounge of the pit, I grabbed a bottle of Lag and a clean glass from the cupboard, sitting on the couch and started to drink. Marissa insisted on going into the Safe Place, even though she was in pain. I adore that female. Hearing movement I looked up seeing V emerging from his room

V: *Walking out almost in zombie mode. I look around for some Goose and a glass, fuck I must have downed the last of is last night.* Hey Brother, I need to call and get some more Goose. *My fucking head is a rattling mess I can’t fucking sleep. Any time I close my eyes I see a vision of her. I need to fucking find her.*

I guess I drank it all. *I call #Fritz.* Need more Goose my man. *I hang up and throw myself down in a chair and wait.*@hardassexcop

Butch: “Hey V. Rough night and day? By the way was going to say Fritz had already stocked the cupboard up with Goose but you’ve already rung him.” Chuckling to myself, as V stormed off to the gallery kitchen muttering obscenities as he went. “Why were you so quiet at the Diner last night? We’ve got most of the lesser bases. Unless you were thinking what shade of nail polish you wanted on your toenails the next time you’re on the rack up at the penthouse.” I must of hit nerve as V was pinning me with a death stare, I held my hands up. “I was only joking. Jeez man, honestly what is wrong with you?”

V: *He’s fucking digging for info. I get up and go the to the cupboard and open it up, so he did restock, just not enough.* I must have missed this one. *I get a glass and go back to sit and drown in my Goose.* What are you digging for Cop? *I pour some goose in my glass and down it, quick pour another and look at Cop waiting for his answer.* @HardAssExCop

Butch: “Look V, you’re my best friend. I know when there’s something on your mind, you get this look like you’re here in body but not in spirit. I’m only fishing to see if there is anything I can do to help you out. I can’t stand seeing you like this, even Marissa has commented about you.” I poured another Lag and tossed the liquor down my neck. I waited for his reaction about how there’s nothing wrong with him.

V: *I looked at him. I could give him my normal answer that there’s nothing wrong, I’m good but maybe my best friend can help me find what I need with my visions of this female. I need to understand why this female is haunting my visions.*

Ok, I’ve been having visions of a female I don’t know why or what she stands for. But, I have this need to find her. *I look at him and down another glass of Goose.* That’s what I thinking about last night at the Diner. I have this need and urge to find her. *He’s fucking digging for info. I get up and go the to the cupboard and open it up, so he did restock, just not enough.* I must have missed this one. *I get a glass and go back to sit and drown in my Goose.* What are you digging for Cop? *I pour some goose in my glass and down it, quick pour another and look at Cop waiting for his answer.* @HardAssExCop

Butch: “Have you tried the classifieds at the Caldwell Journal.” I wasn’t surprised that a plastic beaker came flying in my direction “Fuck me, you’re serious about this. Where do you see this female? Is she at the Manse? At the Great Camp? Or even the Penthouse?” This wasn’t like V to be fixated on one female, he liked variety up at the Penthouse. He may even become a one female guy. Hey, I did and wouldn’t change it for anything. “Anything else? V, this will be like looking for a needle in a haystack.” I looked at my bottle of Lag and the glass and thought ‘Fuck it’ I placed the glass on the coffee table and drank straight from the bottle.

V: *Cop was right about a needle in a haystack but I need to find her.* I’ve seen dark hair, light complexion that’s about it. I know she was hurt and hurt pretty bad. I felt she was close before when I was at the Penthouse. Yes, I know that sounds weird but I felt her. She was so damn close I just … I was with another female and once I was done I had to have her gone ‘cause I couldn’t stand the sight of her and she had to go. #Fritz came to the rescue again. *I down some more Goose it’s the only thing that can keeps my nerves calm.* Think you can help me, Brother? @HardAssExCop

Butch: The moment V mentioned a female that had been hurt badly I thought back to the other day something Lassiter had said, well more like bragging. “Lassiter had mentioned he had rescued a couple of females. You should go and talk to him.” I cringed at that last comment as V didn’t really get on with Lassiter, don’t know why. I’ve always got on with Angel, sometimes he could be a bit more sensitive especially around V. “I know you don’t like that idea but you’ve got to talk to the Angel and see what he knows.”

V: *I think about what he saying, but there’s no way I’m talking to that Angel … he’s a quack.* That Angel has some screws loose. You get along with with. Maybe it would be better if you talk to him. I just want to stake his ass with my dagger. Why, would Lass be at the Penthouse anyway? What would he know anyway. It doesn’t include the latest talk show? @HardAssExCop

Butch: “That’s why you go and ask him V. He may hold some information about this mysterious female of yours.” Lifting the bottle to my lips, I take a long hard pull at the Lag. “Besides you wanting to dagger his ass … what else have you got to loose? Besides, if I ask, word will get back Marissa that I’m wanting another female. I don’t want that.” I side eyed V, he was smirking. “You’d love to see Marissa kick my ass wouldn’t you?”

V: *Grinning as I picture that.* That would be an interesting sight, Brother, but I guess I should be the one to talk to him.* I cringe at the thought of talking to that talk show trouble causing Angel. I fill my glass with more Goose and I lean back taking long drinks letting it burn my throat as it makes its way down.*

What was he talking about when he said he rescued some females? @HardAssExCop

Butch: “He said he had done two good deeds, one was leading you to a cave to rescue a female and the other one was helped by Rehv. Lassiter said he watched DVDs with them and ate popcorn and ice cream. He wouldn’t stop talking about it. Then he got on about how he had picked up the latest Star Wars movie. Jeez, I thought he’d never stop.” I drank the last of the Lag from the bottle. “So you going to talk to Lassiter?”

V: *Listening to Cop talk about all the bragging Lass had done. I’m trying to figure out what he means. I stand up and down my Goose and get myself mentally prepared for this chat with the Angel.* Ok, just hope I don’t kill him. Thank you for your help, Cop. *I pull my shitkickers on and walk out lighting a hand roll. I head up to the Manse hoping to at least find him in the movie room watching his shit.

#BrotherBondingTime

[saintsnsinnersbdb]

Anticipation

Written by @Vishous_SASBDB

*Laying in my bed with this hum all over my body unable to sleep even after the scene with the sub, but I was still plagued by the fantasy of replacing her with the female from my vision. I see her in my mind with no timeline, I can’t tell when I’ll find her but I need her. My whole body craves her. I get up as I cannot stay in this bed with this constant agitation. I dress in my leathers and go to the balcony under the stars and see my breath as it goes out to the crisp might air. Fuck, for the millionth time I wonder to myself … why this curse? Why give me a visions of a female I cannot have now? When will I see her? When will she find me or vice versa? I need her now … in this century. I dematerialize and go back to the manse.

As I walk through the doors I’m greeted by #Fritz, that doggen gets excited when anyone shows up happy to be of service. I head straight to the training room seeing these young males ready to work to defend our race. I decide to put them through their paces working them till I can see them almost drop from exhaustion. After I excuse them to go the showers and dismiss them to return to the common rooms but I can still feel all the tension and frustration.

I decide to take a run on the treadmill until I can’t find my legs and they feel like rubber. Looking around the training room I can’t shake the feeling and still feel fed up with everything from the jealousy of my brothers their shellans. Our king and his Queen. No more I can’t be here anymore. It’s not something I want to talk about with Butch … with anyone. I don’t want their sympathy. It wasn’t about missing Jane. I’ve accepted that fate once I had the first vision. The feelings I felt after having that first glimpse of my future was … undeniable. Possessiveness, protectiveness, hunger, lust … love.

I run my hand through my hair, growling and run out through the back entrance and dematerialize back to my penthouse. Reappearing back onto the balcony, going through the glass doors straight to the bar and grab a bottle of Goose and toss it up and drown myself in the alcohol. I turn, looking through the glass at my own … bachelor pad I guess you can call it.

With the heat of the liquor in my body, I recall the submissive from the club. I see the color of her hair … her blonde hair, now dark, her sky blue eyes now a chocolate, her body now athletic and slender. She moves slowly from the center of the table, down to the floor, lowering gracefully to the floor, crawling on her hands and knees toward me. I shake my head and remove the image from my head.

I get up from my stool down another large drink from my bottle I march to the shower striping the leathers from my body. Turning on the water to steaming hot As I get in and let the water pour over me. I tilt my head back and let it go on my face feeling the sting of the water.

I start to fall trying to brace my hands on the wall. *I can’t be here, not anymore.* I drop to my knees placing my face in my hands feeling despair. I didn’t realize how long I was under the water till it turned cold. Feeling like ice coming down from the shower head I reach up and turning the water off. I almost crawl out, I reach to pull a towel from the hook and drape it over my legs. Then force myself to get up dry off. I can’t lose it now my race needs me, my King needs me. Throwing leathers on I walk in the main room and look out at the city. Watching humans walk around clueless. They live for their own pleasures they know not what our race does. We have to fight to live, love, and exist.

Feeling the similar hum from when I woke from my dream/vision whatever it was, I can’t do that again. I start to pace back and forth across the living space of the penthouse. If I keep going like I am I may wear a hole in the floor. That same tingle is coming back. Maybe … a vision a bright light around a figure. Female dark hair draped across a pillow she’s weak. Maybe with a knock out tattoo on her leg and hand. I have to find her. But how?*

[saintsnsinnersbdb]

Scratching an Itch

Written by @Vishous_BDB I walk around the manse I see my brothers with their mates. I couldn’t stand it anymore I had to get out of here, I go to the gym maybe a workout would help take my mind off of it till dusk and I can go out to look for a fight. After my Jane went to the Fade I had a new vision of this female by my side and with the visions I never know when they will take place … could be tomorrow or a hundred  years from now. I have this build up of tension hitting me right in my cock. I need some attention maybe find someone to help me. This means going to #ZeroSum to find someone to help take my mind off this anxiety.

I start on the treadmill, maybe I’ll run some frustration out. After two miles, my head is still pounding seeing my brothers looking into their mates eyes, I don’t think I’m able to have that type of relationship. My body and mind isn’t wired that way. I shake my head and look at my phone. Nice, time to go. I go shower in the gym so I don’t have to go back upstairs and deal with all that shit.

Soon I’m out the door and I get on my Triumph and I’m finally feel free with the wind blowing through my hair and feeling the cold breeze on my face. I pull in at the club where bikes have their own parking space right up front. Walking in #ZeroSum, I nod at the door bouncer, go in and straight to VIP tables. I order my Goose and look around to see if anyone catches my eye.

I notice Rehv acting funny like he’s hiding something from us Brothers. I just can’t quite put my finger on what it could be. I hold up my drink to him and he just nods. Strange. After a few hours of looking and a few glasses of Goose, I go to this club I’ve heard the humans talking about a BDSM type of club right up my ally, #TheDungeon. I walk out of #ZeroSum to the bike parking and ride across town in the cold air helping clear my head so I can focus on this new club.

I walk in and look around taking in the setting of the club I use the smell of all the women and look for the perfect one. There was a dark haired female sitting by herself in the corner waiting for someone to take her, I could tell she would be perfect to be my bedmate for the night. I go over and can smell the nervousness coming off her in waves. I whisper in her ear if she’d like to come with me knowing the answer we set out to the Commodore. As soon as I get her on my bike her arms wrap around me I feel her hands start to roam all over. She is so high to just please me she doesn’t notice anything I do as we step into the suite then I will the lights to come on and my table comes into view. She turns and looks at me as she is running her hands across the top of the table and she licks her lips as if she cannot wait to sink her teeth in.

I strip her down so I can see all of her and had her  lay down on top of the table as I strap her down knowing it would only take moments to get her out of them if I needed too. I climb up on top of her with a hot candle in one hand while with the other slides down her body as drips of heat from the wax warms her flesh. It sends surges straight to my cock that I stiffen in my leathers, I set the candle down and start to unzip my leathers setting my dick free I start to stroke myself as I watch the wax dry on her skin. I get harder. I step down to undress myself to get ready to ride her, taking her legs and strap them so her knees are bent and spread wide so I see her pink flesh, her lips glistening with wetness, getting ready for my cock to slide in. I grab the flogger and start on her breasts watching wax fly. I climb on the table grabbing a breast in one hand twisting her nipple to make her scream I slide my cock in and start grinding her. Each time my dick goes in I have to close my eyes and fantasize of the other female from my vision, I don’t know who she is I just know I will see her in the future. That’s who I need.

Quickly after my release I can’t stand the sight of her anymore, I clean up and call #Fritz and have him take her back to the club. I wipe her memory of me before he arrives. The doggen come to clean the suite to get her scent off of my things. Since I found my relief, I bury myself in my own bed that I have at the Penthouse in hopes for more visions of that female to one day take place of the human that was on my table. One day I will find what I need.

[saintsnsinnersbdb]

Submitting to the Darkness Part 13 Mine

Written by @IAmAGildedCage.

https://t.co/7fM1kt23Oi

/No./

A growl reverberated through the parked BMW, loud enough to rattle the windows and startle the birds above in their perches. I wasn’t at all surprised it was mine. Anger coursed through my veins at a much faster rate than blood, lighting up every nerve ending until my fingers tingled with the need to close into a fist and hit something. Anything.

Shoving open the door, I exploded from the car back into the night, snarling. The phone in my hand became the first victim to my rage, crushed into bits and pieces of plastic, screen and battery, before I hurled it away. More birds taking flight, more animals startled by the monster among them.

“Those fucking /bastards/.”

How dare they take what’s mine. How dare they come into my home and steal from me. The Chosen is /mine/, yet they think they can take her for themselves? They never knew the treasure they had beforehand, yet the second someone else realises and seeks to keep it, protect it, they want it back? Are they fucking kidding me?

Lifting both hands I dragged them back through my hair, the rage making me shake and sending a shudder down my spine. My eyes were invariably drawn back toward the dense set of trees and forest, and knowing that there was no Chosen waiting for me at the house brought home the fact my last ‘guest’ was laying out there, a pale, pretty corpse ready to be devoured by the sun. No one ever found them out here - no one ever looked. And come sunrise they were naught but a memory of good times and high pitched screams.

Though the body didn’t know it, she wasn’t alone out there. In that small circle of trees were numerous shallow holes, each filled with the items of every girl that had come before her. Hers was right beside her body, and within it was the last dress she’d ever worn, the necklace I’d found her in, and a bracelet. It wouldn’t do to keep those things at the house, where my new love could find them. Or worse, intruding, lecherous mongrels intent to steal.

No, better they be out here, safe within the little grove of trees, where every lifeless body met the sun and got to shine one last time…

That would not be Sloahne’s fate though. She was /special/. Finally, she was to be the one I kept, forever. Her blood was so potent, her spirit so fierce as to survive me, and she was beautiful within and out. She was to be my one, my only, and now she was taken. I would have gone home and fed her, let her take from my vein and brought her into the house to make herself comfortable in the space that was to be hers. But strangers had broken in, ripped apart our life together and dragged her away.

“Argh!”

My screaming roar rent the night apart, and I was glad for the distance from civilisation, lest someone hear my pain. Then again, were any unlucky fucks brave enough to investigate I would finally have something upon which to vent this rage.

Just thinking that those males would have held her, carried her, or even /fed/ her made me sick, my fangs punching down as I turned and laid waste to the side of the car, windows shattering, the doors stoved in, the quarter panels looking like a semi had driven through them. Stepping back from the mess and breathing hard, I stalked away from the car and began to pace.

I had to get her back. There was no question, no other possible course of action. With my last guest about to meet the sun, I /needed/ Sloahne back in my life. They couldn’t keep her, and they certainly couldn’t hide her. Not from me. We’d sampled each other’s blood. That first magical night in #TheDungeon had left me with a taste, and the echo of her within me.

No, what I needed now was an ally that understood my desire and would support it. That cared nothing for the males that had broken into my home and desecrated it, taking what was mine. I needed someone that stood nothing to lose and everything to gain from helping me, and that saw the merits in having a partner with my wealth and knowledge.

I needed @Son_OfThe_Omega…