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[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.*

[mary-luce]

TL Fun - Date Night

Rhage: I am looking for that someone that can take care of me.

Mary: *Looks around ...* Oh? Is that so? Has that /someone/ come forward yet?

Rhage: *Looks you up and down with a sly smile.* Oh, My Mary yes, you have.

Mary: *Points to myself.* Me??? Ohhhh, I thought you were looking for /someone/ ELSE.

Rhage: You are my other someone. *Wraps my arm around you.*

Mary: *Smiles* Oh I see. I thought maybe I wasn't enough for you and you were looking for someone "new".

Rhage: Oh, no sweetheart. You are my everything. *Leans over and takes a long whiff of your gorgeous hair.” I’ve missed you.

Mary: I've missed you too. You have been on rotation too long. *I move in closer and rest my head against your chest.*

Rhage: *Wraps my arms around you and holds your head against my chest. Kisses you on top of your head.* I’m ready for some well-deserved time off. And some time to take care of My Mary so I can treat you right.

Mary: Oh? What do you have in mind, my Beast?

Rhage: Some dinner. Maybe a movie and mint choc chip ice cream. To top it off a little Die Hard

Mary: *Giggles* Dinner, of course. That's a given. Mint chocolate chip ice cream is also a given and of course, Die Hard. Sure, honey. Whatever you want.

Rhage: What would you like to do? *Looking down at my beautiful Mary.*

Mary: Let's do your idea. I don't mind. I just want to be with you and hang out.

Rhage” *Pulls you close and holds you.* You are the best shellen around. A great female of worth. I love you.

Mary: *Blushes* Love you too. Let's get something to eat. I'm actually quite hungry.

Rhage: Ok, I made the plans. *Grins* You choose the place.

Mary: *Ponders for a moment.* Perhaps we can get #Fritz to make some burgers and fries for us and then, in addition for you, ... steak, tacos, spaghetti and meatballs. He can bring it to our room ... I'm not feeling being out in the world right now.

Rhage: *Nuzzles your neck.* It’s like you can read my mind shellen. *Kisses your neck.* Maybe after I have a Mary appetizer then work on some other food. Then ice cream and a movie. While I hold you more.

Mary: *My body starts to warm under your touch and I shiver slightly forgetting the food all together.* Mary appetizer, huh? Mmmmm ... yes please ...

Rhage: *Plop on the couch in the den of the mase and bring you down with me.* Unless you want to start here. *I take your face in my hands and rub your nose with mine.* What do you think?

Mary: *My mind goes blank for a moment as I feel my hellren's body underneath me, feeling his nose against mine.* Hmmmm ... uh ...

Rhage: *Kisses you tenderly.* What do you think Mary? *Kisses your neck breathing you in.* Breathe My Mary.

Mary: *The sensitivity in my neck strikes nerves that are connected all the way down my body to my lower regions as I feel myself getting wetter.* Huh? *My mind finally hears his command and I take a deep breath of air.*

Rhage: Do you want to start here or go to our room and wait for #Fritz to bring dinner? After I have my Mary appetizer. *I grin and I feel the warmth of the beast start to stir as I start to smell the wet aroma of my shellen. My eyes start glow.* We have missed you Mary.

Mary: *I can barely breathe much less think and decipher the words my hellren is saying. I try to clear my head but my body just continues to rub up and down his hard abs gaining friction where I need it most.* Hmmm ... mmm ... *Then a glow makes my eyes open.* Oh ... hello ...

Rhage: We need you to decide Mary. *I shake my head, letting myself get carried way.* I got a little carried away, I’ll make the choice for us then I will carry you to our room, I call #Fritz dinner please upstairs in one hour. *I kiss your forehead and scoop you up.*

Mary: Uh ... huh ... *I say breathlessly as his body heat warms me from the inside out as I continuously grind against him searching for relief. It's been so long ...*

Rhage: Breathe my Mary. *I take the stairs two at a time and straight to our suite. I lay you on the bed and take my daggers off as they make a thump on the floor and unload my guns and pull my shirt off. Layover you and start on my Mary appetizer.* Don’t forget to breathe.

Mary: *My mind clears as my body registers cold air and my back against the mattress in our room. I look up and see my beautiful male above me. I reach for his t-shirt to take off and remember to breath.* Uh huh ... ok. Take this off baby ...

Rhage: *As you help me take off my shirt I lean over and kiss on your neck I unbutton your shirt and open it up and unclasp your bra, and start to work my way around. I slide up your skirt. Then I work on unfastening my leathers and drop them down to the floor. Climb back on.* You good?

Mary: *My nipples go hard at the cold air of the room as I feel my skirt bunch up on my stomach. I watch with heavy eyes and nod as his leathers hit the floor w/ a fascinating thud and as always my Rhage has gone commando, his phearsom cock springs up and still amazes me every time.*

Rhage: *Looking over my beautiful Mary, my eyes glowing again.* Our Mary, are you ok? *I take my hands and spread your shirt wide open looking at the beautiful body that lays in front of me.* Mary, we ache for you we both have missed you so much. *I lean back over and start at her ear.*

Mary: *The room glows from his eyes and I know I'm with his beastly dragon. We are well acquainted ... this is going to be so good. I feel his warm tongue lick my ear and down my neck ... all the nerves are electrified going straight down making me more and more wet.* Mmmmm ... yes.

Rhage: *I lay over top and working my way down, I lick down to her navel and make my way between her legs, taking her all in as I taste her I feel a jolt of energy and move back up I slide in and completely fill her my first thought … HOME.* Oh Mary, our Mary.

Mary: *My back arches from the bed as he reaches my apex and with a brief taste and then quickly he easily slides through my wetness and my body tightens around his member.* Oh, sooo good. Please ... *I beg for him to move. I'm already so close.*

Rhage: *Kissing your neck as I move in and out feeling your body tight around me bringing me to the brink.* There you go my beautiful Mary come for us. *I can feel her start to shake.* Take what you need. *I feel her hands on my back and my dragon stirs as he feels her too.*

Mary: *My body starts to spin and shudder as he moves and fills me to the brim. He is so big that I feel every ridge of his cock rub the inside of me and brings me closer to cumming. My nails dig into his skin and I can feel his dragon on his back moving as well.* So close ... *I pant.*

Rhage: *I work on the spot right behind her ear as I move in and out my breathing harder feeling her nails dig in, my eyes so bright I am pushed over the edge. I couldn’t believe I came hard. I look down and Mary and make sure she’s ok.* Oh my Mary are you ok? *I feel my dragon calm down.*

Mary: *When Rhage nibbles behind my sensitive ear, I cum violently as he fills me with his essence. As I come down from my high I hear his concern.* Mmmm hmmm ... *I start to tilt my pelvis up and down as I rub our fluids together between us where we are connected.*

Rhage: *I kiss her on the top of her nose.* I say you must have enjoyed that. *I feel her move and surprisily I’m still hard.* I will love you till I go to the fade. *I take her in my arms and hold her till I hear a knock on the door.* He does have perfect timing.

Mary: *Moans and I complain.* Tell him to come back in a bit ... *I lean up and bite his neck where I've seen the other couples kiss their mates hoping for more from my male. I lick up his neck and bite him again.*

Rhage: *I chuckle.* No ma’am I need to feed my female. *I stand pull my leathers on and smack her on the ass. I open the door looking at the best butler ever.* Ah, thanks man, you’re the best. *I take the cart with the buffet on it of just about anything anyone can want.* Dinner honey.

Mary: *I quickly cover my body with the duvet as Rhage opens the door to bring in the food. I could smell the food and my tummy does start to rumble.* Yay.

[payne-bloodletter]

Change in the Air: Deliverance Part 25

*We were on rotation on the south side of Calwell and I was teamed with Tohr @TohrSASRP, @Qhuinn_SASBDB and Axel @WoodWorkersSon working our way to #ZeroSum. It has been quiet the past few hours. It was almost midnight and we have only run into the human scum roaming through the streets with their drugs and problems. I was getting restless as time went on. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the night with no action or just with my life in general. 

I got another text from Vishous @Sox_Goose_Tech. He has never been comfortable with me being on the regular rotation with the Brotherhood. I was training the Brotherhood trainees and even the females of the manse. I was recently training @BellaRAhgony in self-defense to help with her confidence and comfort. Though I had a feeling Zsadist @IfOnly4MyNallas would be paying me a visit soon. I smiled to myself, I was looking forward to it. I have only ever sparred with Wrath @LordOfTheManse and Vishous @Sox_Goose_Tech. I wanted a go and test my skills with the others. But with the ongoing war, the Brothers were busy training the new recruits and trying to get ahead in the war. Lately though, something was going on with Vishous @Sox_Goose_Tech since @Sloahne_BDB was in the clinic so I hoped it was the distraction he needed to stop micromanaging my life. Ever since I came over from the #FarSide where my dear mahmen kept me in suspended animation for hundreds of years. 

He was the brother I /thought/ I always wanted as I watched him grow up all these centuries and realized that it wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be to really have him present in my life afterall. He constantly hovered over me and tried to pull rank when and where he could as he was the eldest male in our family. It was lucky that I sparred with Wrath @LordOfTheManse for several months before he knew I was V’s twin that he pulled the King card by giving my dear brother the middle finger of his right hand, which of course held the massive black diamond when V tried to protest against me going on regular rotation. I learned later why all the Brothers were stifling laughter at the hand gesture. Apparently, it meant something I wasn’t aware of. I have been taking a crash course on the idiosyncrasies of everyone in the manse as well as just learning how different this world was from the Sanctuary for the past few years. Regardless with Wrath’s @LordOfTheManse approval, it didn’t help that V would sometimes show up on my rotation when he had some free time and tagged along.

Tonight, we were all on edge a bit. Tohr @TohrSASRP briefed us before we started the night about what he learned from @Leethall_SASBDB and the fact that @Greyhson_BDB was taken by a lesser … so we were now on high alert. We were searching for lessers to question about the whereabouts of the missing females. It’s been a Dhund of a few days since learning that females were going missing and now one of the Chosen under Phury’s @PegLegPhury protection. 

We were coming up to #ZeroSum’s doors when I heard a sound coming from the alley near the back door and I smelled a faint whiff of baby powder. Yes, I grinned … this night was getting better already …*

# #Deliverance #PartTwentyFive #SaintsNSinners #BDB #SASBDB #BlackDaggerBrotherhood #BDBRPG

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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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