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I made some edits last night out of boredom and also because the salamander is names Bruni #APen #transgendercartoonist #jojo #partfive #bruni #giorno #crimsonking #alier #frozen2 (at Sangaree, South Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4GtE5-Fo7M/?igshid=m4qoqhkgoczr

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Summons Part 5

Eden: [I opened my eyes to a canopy above me and realized that I was lying down on a huge bed. I turned my head to see him sitting in a chair watching me intently. As I sat up, I belatedly realized I was also dry, still naked and beneath a thin silk sheet. I grabbed the sheet to cover myself and scrambled to kneel on the floor in embarrassment and shame.]

Please forgive, sire.

[Looking down at the floor, as I waited for the Brother to berate me and report me to the Scribe Virgin on my poor behavior as I was a representation of the collective and did not perform my duties as such.] @Dhark20

Dhark: Dhark couldn’t help but make a face as the Chosen woke up and immediately covered herself and got onto her knees. She was actually apologizing and asking for forgiveness for getting fucked till she passed out? That, right there was what Dhark hated the most. The apologies to him. She had been bred to do that whenever she had an individual thought or desire. When she had done anything even remotely outside the code she had been raised by and it was sickening. He observed her in silence as she stayed down, awaiting his words. He was certain she was trembling through the silk sheet made it hard to see. “You need more training as an ehros”, he remarked in a cold voice. “Not theoretical training. Actual training”, he said as an idea sparked in his head. He did need a hobby, and this Chosen might just be what that hobby could be. He was less restless and it was sort of fun to see this Chosen almost self-implode with both pleasure and the following shame and embarrassment. “Not to worry, I fully intend to train you myself”, he said. Presenting your sick fuck of the week, Dhark, a descendant of the Brother Night. A Brother now making a fucktoy out of a Chosen because he’s probably a bit bored when he isn’t slaughtering lessers. Yup, sounds about right. Dhark stood up from his chair, a pair of boxers had been put on as he waited for the Chosen to wake up. He walked to her, kneeling down next to her and softly let his hand brush over her hair, almost petting her. “Raise your head, little Chosen, and tell me your name”, he said and awaited her to look at his chiseled face, short dark hair and dark brown eyes, just to see how she would react. Eden: [Looking up at him, he was handsome and rough at the same time. Years of fighting for the Brotherhood has taken its toll but he was still very attractive.

It was unexpectant that he was not angry at me. He seemed more exasperated than irritated l, which was relieving.]

My name is Eden, sire.

[I said quietly, still hesitant waiting to see if I would be punished for falling asleep. I had failed in my obligations. As I waited, I took measure of my body. It was slightly sore and I was more aware of muscles I had not felt before. I could feel the muscles in my back, arms and legs. How unusual.

Then I remembered the moments in the shower after he had given me my first orgasm. I started to get warm and flush as I recalled our multiple couplings but then I recalled the last encounter and how I finally passed out … my woolgathering was interrupted by a low growl.]

Dhark: Dhark looked to the Chosen’s face as she stared back at him. Not at all bad-looking, quite the opposite actually. She was a beauty when you looked at her objectively. It was the fact she was tied down by traditions and seemed content with it,  that ruined her looks for him. The whole ‘parts of a collective whole’ bullshit was enough to do his head in, and even now she was so worried about how her actions would affect the whole rather than herself. Dhark could see it painted on her face. It made him growl, though he stopped when he caught himself. No reason to make her more nervous. At least not yet. She spoke her name out, at least giving him her name and not the standard answer of ‘Chosen’ which he had come to expect by now. “Join me on the bed, Eden. I still need your blood”, he said and cupped her cheek, allowing his thumb to caress her cheek softly. “And tell me where you’re sore. Can’t have you using the wrong muscles, now can we?!”, he asked and let his voice be silky smooth. If he could make her melt with just his voice, he would be happy. He truly was a disturbed male. As he moved away, he let a finger slowly swoop under her chin and slide along it slowly before he was too far away to reach her. He let his massive body plop onto the bed where he got comfortable, letting himself lay back and resting on his elbows, deliberately showing off his muscled body. He wanted to tease her so badly. See her get flustered and embarrassed followed by her moaning in pleasure. “And leave the sheet on the floor. You can dress yourself when I’m done.” Eden: [Hearing his voice in a calm, smooth cadence calmed my nerves and I let the sheet fall to the floor as commanded and gingerly climbed back on the bed.

He was all but naked with an exception to a cloth covering his maleness. He was quite beautiful. All vampire males were without hair on their body so you could clearly see all defined muscles everywhere as he leaned back looking at me. I held out my wrist towards him as was the new custom.

Though as of late, this way of feeding was new, we were honored to be called upon. The Chosen have suffered these centuries. None of the Brotherhood call upon us anymore, we are unwanted, unused. When they finally reached out, recently we were so pleased. Though the few Brothers that chose to abide in this new era, feed from the wrist.]

It is my pleasure to attend to you.

[I secretly hope that perhaps this Warrior was different as evidence from the shower experience. It was the first time that one had availed himself to me and it was something I wished to feel again.]

Dhark: Dhark watched the female stand up, leaving behind the sheet on the floor. Following instructions rather well, which came as no surprise. The Chosen were renowned for that, which how blindly they followed the Scribe Virgin and whatever whimsies popped into the head of that female. Dhark took Eden’s wrist as she offered it and pulled her closer to him with incredible ease, hardly even using the muscles in his arm. He wrapped an arm around her waist and tipped her over to lay on her top of him, their noses almost touching. Fucking hell, she was prettier up close. The question was if she would react to him with as much embarrassment as she had in the shower. “I’m not going to feed from your wrist. After what we did in the shower, I will insist on your neck, little Eden of the Chosen”, he said with an underlying growl. He was already getting excited again just by touching her naked skin. Oh, he was so going to enjoy this Chosen immensely. “And for future reference, little Eden, I want you naked when you serve me. In addition, I want you to ask for me to take your vein, and train your body to satisfy properly”, he said as a smirk spread across his face. His voice was still smooth, though the growl was still present. He was hungry for so much more than just her blood. Eden: [As he pulled me on top of his body, I could feel his hard frame beneath me as mine molded to his. Our noses so close they were touching and I felt a small electric current.

Hearing his words, the tone of his voice and seeing his smile … I felt like a prey in the sights of a predator. Adrenaline began coursing through my body as the feelings from earlier in the night return in full force.

These feelings were new to me, but as the Chosen were sequestered for the use of the Brotherhood alone … it had been centuries since we were used for our purpose. That alone meant that we had not seen a male over that last few centuries. But then Wrath finally ascended to the throne, we were once called upon again. It was so different now.

From seeing males more regularly as each of the sisters traveled from the Otherside to provided sustenance to the modern technology we had never seen before. I never knew what to expect and for once in my life, I wanted to do something for myself instead of the collective which was I took a chance as I had today.]

Sire, would you please take my vein … and to train my body to satisfy you properly.

Dhark: Dhark couldn’t help but smile when Eden spoke the words he had asked her to. This female was definitely a product of her breeding and it would please him immensely to simply toy with her and see just how far he could push her before she broke down and cried, or completely fell from grace. He was indeed a very, very sick fucker in every meaning of the word. She was so delicate compared to his own hard chiseled body, her frail frame fitting nicely into his. With ease, Dhark turned Eden and pulled her into his lap, having her face away from so as he held her from behind. He let his fingers slide softly over her skin, his fingers caressing from her bellybutton and upwards until he cupped her right breast with his left hand. His right hand wrapped around her, holding her firmly. “Mmmhm, your blood is already racing through your vein, little Eden”, he whispered and kissed down her neck, his voice little more than a growl. His left hand molded her breast, giving it squeezes before he left two fingers to rub against her nipple. “Your body is sensitive and honest. Spread your legs more”, he whispered into her ear and licked the back of her earlobe. Eden: [His strength easily lifted me to have me face away from him his chest to my back as we sat against the headboard. I could barely think as his hands roamed my body, the calluses cause by protecting us so that we may live, felt heavenly on my sensitive skin. These were all new sensations for me and I could only feel my body light up as he grazed, rubbed and pinch my nipples between his fingers.

His voice was sultry and as he spoke or growl against my ultra hypersensitive neck my body responded automatically as I spread my legs wide at his command. Between my legs, I was wet and achy. I felt restless and wanton as he leisurely took his time.

When he licked my earlobe it caused a shudder to pass through me like mini orgasm triggering my wetness to flow more freely. These feelings were so overwhelming as they were the first time in the shower. Before, it was hurried and frantic under the falling rain in the enclosed space. But now? On a luxurious bed at a much more languid, slower pace. It felt very intimate and suggestive. I felt so much more in these moments.]

Dhark: Dhark held back a smirk as Eden spread out her legs as he told her to. The smell of her arousal was thick and sweet, like honey dripping from her core. His fangs elongated as his member woke up and stood at attention in his boxers. It was pressing against the fabric, begging to be let out and penetrate the Chosen, though Dhark would need to pace himself a little or he wouldn’t get to the feeding at all. 

He ran his tongue up Eden’s neck, slowly wettening it and letting his hot breath hit her skin in a growling exhale. “You’re wet already”, he said and let his right hand slide to her nethers, his fingers rubbing over her clit before they reached her opening, circling it slowly. With sudden force, he struck her neck, sinking his fangs in with no finesse at all. He slipped no less than 3 fingers into her opening, showing just how brutal he could be, feeding from her hungrily as he was hard at her with his hands as well, the nails of his left hand digging into the skin of her breast and scratching. If he could leave more than bite marks on her, it would be perfect.

Eden: [A gasp escaped me as his fangs struck me unexpectedly as he began to feed but it was quickly forgotten as his fingers penetrated me suddenly painfully. I bit my lip to keep from crying as his fingers dug causing pain.

The feeling was overwhelming but was overshadowed by a growing heat from the pressure he was creating with his hand. Then as he pulls from his mouth intensified like being linked to my throbbing clitoris. I felt the building sensations that had me gasping for breath as a climax comes hurdling forth causing me to scream.] Dhark: Dhark could feel Eden respond to his stimulations as he played with her and fed, her body coating his fingers in warm juices as she got closer to climaxing. He tensed up a little as she screamed in turn loosened his grip on her and slowed down his fingers to a more soft movement rather than the assault he had been going for. His draws from her neck also became more gentle. With a gasp, he pulled from her vein and licked up her neck to close up the wounds. #Fritz would have a fit if there was blood on the sheets when Dhark was off rotation. He already frowned when he left blood on them when he had been in the field. His left hand left Eden’s breast and quickly covered her mouth as he spoke to her again, whispering in his silky smooth voice. “Shhh, no need to be alarmed. I’m not hurting you. I’m teaching you what your body needs to know”, he said and kissed along her neck. He needed her to calm down a little and not scream unless he was looking for his Brothers to barge in and disturb them.

Eden: [My breathing was heavy after the powerful orgasm. My heart was beating was so fast and as it slowed, I felt his kisses along my neck and his voice in my ear. His whispers felt velvety soft against my neck sending sparks throughout my body. His voice and words melting me in such a way that is was disarming after how he handled me earlier.

My breaths came more steady as he continues to sooth and pets me. His hands roaming stroking my body heating me up yet again, my body responding to his with every touch without much thought.

His hands causing a slight current along my sensitive skin as he continues to speak in low tones. My body demanding release that only he could give me and I wanted it more than anything. Desire encompassing my thoughts as my body begs.]

Dhark: Dhark smirked as he could feel Eden’s pace slowing. Her chest moving with her breathing slowed and her body trembled less. Her orgasms were power and obviously such a new thing for her. He slowly pulled out his fingers and held them up, the lights above his bed making her juices glisten against his skin as he softly spoke to her. “Look at that. You came so much, my little Eden. Your body responds so well, already”, he said and left his glistening hand land on hers, his fingers wrapping around her dainty palm, guiding it towards her nethers. “Go on, explore yourself. Show me your willingness to learn”, he purred into her ear as his left hand returned to her breast, pinching her nipple as his right hand stayed near hers at her crotch. Eden: [I tentative did as he commanded and felt myself, wet and very sensitive. His hand around mine guided me around my clitoris and then to my opening as he pushed my finger and his inside of me. His other pinching my nipple causing me to react as my senses were being divided.

The movement and sensations aren’t quite the same as I explored myself, listening to his words and following his instructions. The pressure ingrained on me to please him had me moving my hand as he piloted. Though I only wanted to feel. Feel what he could only give me.

To be self-serving goes against everything I have ever learned … but in those moments when it was only me and him … those voices inside my head were overpowered by the one whispering in my ear.] Dhark: Dhark let out a chuckle as he watched Eden please herself, even if he was right there, guiding her hand and pushing her further and further with his touches and words. Between his legs, his erection was throbbing and begging to be let out and penetrate what his fingers were playing with, though Dhark needed to pace himself before he could do anything more with the Chosen. She had already passed out from one orgasm, and he wanted her to feel every bit of him when he did take her. 

“That’s it, my little Eden. Keep on going. Let’s have you cum and stay awake”, he whispered into her ear. He bit down on her earlobe, pulling at it with his teeth as he let out a hissing sound, mimicking a snake.

Eden: [In but a few moments, I orgasmed once more when he bites down on my ear causing the pleasure to come forth in a loud gasp. I can feel myself trembling in his arms as he continues to coo in my ear, whispering all manners of wicked things he wanted to do to me.

I could feel him hardening behind me, a large steel rod at my lower back … I shift slightly to rub up against him and could hear him grunt slightly. I continue to move slightly to be able to cause friction against him hoping to entice him into further play. As an ehros, we were taught many different techniques to arouse a male in order to entice them to procreate. At the moment though, I was not in my fertile period, but the lessons were still beneficial at this moment.

My right hand was still penetrating my core with his as I moved my other behind me to reach for his phallus and began to stroke him from root to tip, rubbing at the pre-cum that leaked from his slit. It was a slightly awkward position as my hand was behind me but hearing his growl seemed that he hardly noticed.]

Dhark: Dhark felt Eden reach back and stroke his member, sending his head into orbit with pleasure. He bit his lip and tilted his head back as he growled. “Fucking hell, Eden”, he managed to get out as he adjusted himself, trying to allow her a better grip. As unfamiliar with her own body as she was, it was clear she had a good handle on his with how easily she manipulated his length and made it tingle with lust. In a rush, Dhark flipped Eden around, having her lay down on the bed. He pulled her wrists up over her head and towered over her as he pinned her onto the sheet with his weight alone. His eyes ate up her naked skin as he moved himself, inserting his throbbing manhood into her wet core. Then the thrusting began, slow at first to have her get used to the sensation, but before long he pumped into her hard and without mercy. Dhark let out a series of moans and growls as he kept on taking Eden, his cock already about to burst with just how tight Eden’s insides were. But it wasn’t him that needed the pleasure surge. It was her, especially for literally taking him into her own hand. And despite how charged up he was, Dhark had stamina like a true Brother and he would be able to hold back until Eden had cum enough for him to be satisfied. Then he’d fill her up so she couldn’t walk properly for a week straight. Eden: [I quickly found myself on my back underneath the huge male with my hands above my head. His lust filled eyes were like warm heat to my body wherever he looked. It was intoxicating to have a male so focused on me. Then he entered me once again filling me to capacity. His way was smooth from my essence but he was so very large and it was so tight that I could feel every ridge and vein. It was heavenly. Then he really began to plunge emphatically displaying his phearsom prowess. But it was his sounds, words and voice that had me enthralled. His attention and being his focal point made me feel more like a female ...  more as an individual instead of the whole. I no longer cared about the others … only about this moment. And having more.

The feel of his phallus moving in and out hit a sensitive spot inside me behind my clitoris that had me clamping down in pleasure. The hedonism was invigorating and … addicting. I wanted more. His body slid against my wet clitoris with every push providing another pleasure spot and my body convulsed in a powerful orgasm as I call out his name.]

Dhark!!!

Dhark: Dhark let out a deep gutted growl as he could feel Eden’s warm juices engulf his throbbing member, making lovely squishy sounds as he continued to pump into her. The addition of her screaming his name in pleasure as she climaxed was only adding to the complete pleasure rush he was in. His thrusting got harder and deeper into Eden, the Brother hungering to feel more of her, have her juices all over his manhood. With a final deep thrust and a growl of victory, he came. His cock exploded in a powerful orgasm, his seed spilling out and filling her up like cream into a pie. The Brother collapsed over the Chosen, huffing and letting out growls still. His hands released her wrists but his arms quickly snaked around the Chosen and held her close to him. Dhark was sweaty from the horizontal workout and despite pulling out quickly, there was no way he was ready to let the Chosen go back to her sisters. Not yet. He wanted to feel more of her, see her become embarrassed again. He wanted to cool off, only to fuck her all over again. “You’re not leaving”, he finally declared and let his right cup one of her breasts, giving it a squeeze. “I’m not done with you, my little Eden doll.” Eden: [The feel of him was addictive as I felt him inside me. He continues to drive into me until he reached his climax. His growl reverberating in the bedroom like an earthquake. His body became a welcoming weight on top of me as he released my arms and held me close.

My breathing was still heavy with exhaustion as I tried to breath. My heart was racing, I pulled my arms down to get the blood circulating again and felt a slight bruise on my wrists from his hold.

As I heard his proclamation … I only felt more possessive of my time with him. I hoped he would not call on another … but it was his prerogative. It was all the Brother’s. Though there were only a few dozens of us Chosen left … Dhark could still choose another … and then I felt a pang of jealousy. Wouldn’t do much to dwell on it.]

As you wish, sire.

[dessless]

heartbeat

part five/ the end: Besides that it is the only true and pure moment of our lives. The only thing that really matters. Our lives have no deeper meaning we do not live to make or create anything, no matter what anyone might believe or think whats happening once we die. Because even if there was something to reach it would not matter because we don’t know that goal during this lifetime so we can’t live to reach it. It does not change anything . As an example think of a celebrity, no matter who or rather they are still alive or not. This human has achieved so much, everyone knows them and they are mentioned in every historical book. So what ? Seriously what does it change when people know you? We are insignificant because in the end everything in this current live or in this current state of begin is insignificant. It doesn’t matter if a human is known by other humans or has success if there is no bigger goal which we get closer to through that. Neither is there definitely a goal, nor do we know it. So how should we possibly get closer to it before death ? In the end we are stardust. We are creatures who do not have their own body under control. Creatures who desperately try to be unable to perceive their environment. We try to kill bad smells, we risk our health so that our food tastes like a perfect version of its self rather than appreciating the way that it really is. Same with our bodies .We get rid of all our natural protection like body hair because it is “not beautiful” or looking to “animalistic “. 

The thing is that this is just how we are. In the end we are animals and what we have is there for s reason so why can’t we accept that?

But the worst part is that we are incapable to actually be aware of all of our surroundings. We are part if an infinite universe, jet we are incapable to imagine infinity as we are told we were limited to small spaces even though we are, as we all know, living in infinity itself. How sad is a creature teaching itself to think limited while it could live with out limit in terms of thoughts and mindset.  We do not believe in magic or a life after death at least not all of us do. But how should something like that not exist in infinity? Allow your self to dream, think beyond the borders we set our selves.   We need creativity and free thinking, but we only have school degrees and trainings. What is the use of life as part of an infinite universe, if we can not even imagine it, if we are not even able to perceive this?

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Gilded Cage: Submitting to the Darkness Part 5

Originally Posted October 2016

Sloahne: <I felt groggy as I tried to force my senses to get back online with my body, I tried opening my eyes and they felt swollen and dry like sandpaper. My whole body felt raw and tender as I tried to move from the fetal position I found myself in ... I could feel the burn on my upper back, ass and thighs as the cool air drafting against my skin. I felt so weak, dizzy, dehydrated and just drained of all energy that I could barely pull myself in a halfway sitting position. What the fuck? Vampires didn’t get food poisoning or dehydration like humans, but the symptoms sounded similar to my predicament. 

I can feel satin sheet beneath my hands as I attempt to find purchase in getting myself upright. Satin?? As I pry my eyes open, searching for illumination and seeing a ray of light towards the right of me, I hear a jangle and look at my wrists to find lambskin leather cuffs surrounded by very thin lead chains. Fuuuuuck … what the hell is going on?

My head is spinning as I tried to remember the last place I was or what I was doing. Then, I remembered the rejection, the walk down memory lane, the #Dungeon and then the scene. I stopped contemplating the chains and looked around at my surroundings. I was in a huge poster bed where the chains connected to the headboard, the chains were long as I gingerly tried to find some coverings since unfortunately I found myself naked in a strange room. @@IAmAGildedCage

Drake: Considering how depleted my new pet was, I wasn’t surprised with her sleep. Being thrown into subspace, then fed on, would undoubtedly drag her to the brink of exhaustion, or worse, collapse. I had no concerns with keeping the beauty weakened, but I was not about to endanger her into collapse. One did not tarnish the diamond of their collection.

As the sensor chimed to let me know she was indeed awake, I rose from laptop, closing the program that had allowed me to sneak in and delete all security footage surrounding the #Dungeon … for several miles. Government monitoring was all well and good, for humans, but I didn’t consider myself worthy enough for their screen time, and I certainly didn’t want any trace footage of my car with the precious cargo I’d transported in the trunk.

Yes, I had felt a little guilty about the trunk, but I soothed myself with the fact she’d never remember.

Collecting the tray of food brought by Elan, my doggen, I made my way to the lead bolted door and calmly entered the safety code before sliding the lock aside. A check of the monitoring screen in the wall, to ensure she was still on the bed, and then I slipped inside, shutting it firmly behind me. The safety bolt shot home, a default trigger that could only be unlocked by myself, with a code that changed as soon as I left the room.

If you’re wondering … yes. I have been doing this a while. 

To be fair, the room itself was larger than many in my home I gave to the usual guests. A king bed, a dresser, bathroom and shower. Every luxury … bar freedom. Because they all belonged to me once they were here. And I couldn’t bear for them to leave …

“Good morning, Leelan,” I murmured, watching her on the bed, eyeing the chains that slinked and chinked against her. They were a precaution, for now. The sooner she accepted, the sooner the chains would be removed. The elegant lead bracelets I’d arranged for her would replace them, so she would have greater movement in and around the room … then perhaps the house. “I’ve brought you something to eat,” I muse, stepping closer, “and someone to drink.” I spread one arm wide, indicating myself. 

A few mouthfuls would be enough to keep her from the collapse I feared … but not enough to afford her the strength she might need to resist me. 

Sloahne: <I was startled when I heard an actual bolt being open as I brought up the satin sheet and brought my feet to the floor to find my bare feet meeting very plush carpet, expensive. I was even more surprised to recognize the new comer as the Dom I had played a scene with last night. Leelan?! What the fuck happened last night?>

Where am I? Why am I here? <I could scarcely recognize my own voice, as it came out as a hoarse whisper. Not that it mattered, he would be able to hear me clearly enough. I knotted the sheet around me to cover myself and tried to stand so I could meet him head on, face to face, eye to eye. My sudden adrenaline rush was enough to get me to my feet but the months of not feeding and my lacerations and bruises did make my movements cumbersome that I almost collapsed back on the bed.

I could clearly tell he wasn’t expecting my defiance as I drew in all my training and I quickly scanned the area for any weapon I could use because certainly he had nefarious plans for me considering the chains I found myself in and the dead bolt. Dearest Scribe, what have I gotten myself into?> [@IAmAGildedCage]

Drake: I let her use the sheet as some meager cover, but after last night there was really no part of her I was unfamiliar with. At least physically. She was yet to explore me however, but I’d give her time for that. Her blood tasted Chosen, but I was beginning to suspect she had not had all that much training as far as those pure females went. All the better for me. I’d much rather a female with fight and spark that tasted divine.

Giving her the time to assess the room, I hid my bemused smile and waited patiently, letting her reach the inevitable point of exhaustion and frustration. There was no mocking, no goading. I wasn’t about to torture her. Not unless she asked.

“Are you done, my dear?” I murmured, taking one small step closer. 

I could feign shock at her reaction, at her fierceness, easily enough, but in truth I’d suspected as much. It was why I’d bothered with the chains at all. Subs were one thing, but I now knew this female to be a Switch, meaning she had defiance, ferocity, personality. She was a female Chosen alone in the human world, by all accounts, and would have to be strong to endure it. All this I’d gleaned simply from observation and suspicion, though I hoped she’d fill in the last of the empty spots once she’d calmed and had something to eat. Better to be prepared for all scenarios.

“As you can see, you are no more harmed than what you wanted of me this past eve,” I continued, taking another small step, letting her have the time and space to accept my approach. “However, I must confess to my own break in protocol. I sampled your blood last night, Leelan. In the heat of the moment …”

I trailed off, a small shudder running down my spine before I fixed her with a steady look.

“You were ambrosia. I knew without a doubt what you were the moment you hit my tongue. Chosen.” And how could I let a Chosen go? “But in doing so I weakened you further, and I wish to offer you some of my own blood in return, if you wish. To stabilise you.” [@Sloahne_BDB]

Sloahne: <Dearest Virgin Scribe! He knew! He damn well took blood from me without my knowledge. F. M. L. It took every fiber of my being to not panic and focus my thoughts on how I could escape. There had to be a way.

I was so royally screwed … no one knew where I was. No one even knew that I visited the #Dungeon early this morning. How long was I out? It felt like days around going by how much my body was depleted … just looking at the tray of food and seeing the faint blue lines of his veins had my fangs descending, making my mouth water.

It had been well so long since I last fed properly. Human blood only staved my hunger and I couldn’t control my reactions. Only undermining my growing need to try to appear strong and in control. The marks he had given me the night before were still branded on my skin giving me another disadvantage to my weakening state when I would have recovered otherwise had I been feeding properly.

I could not believe what a fool I've been. In my my near craziness to forget, all my guards were down thinking I was safe at the club. How the fuck did he smuggle me out of the #Dungeon. There had to be video footage, monitors, something … someone must have noticed. I just need to buy some time.

I felt another bout of dizziness as I was forced to fall down on the bed grabbing my throbbing forehead in pain. I didn't want any part of this male inside me much less being indebted to him in some way. Besides, I also had no idea what was in the food. He could be lacing the meal with narcotics to keep me compliant.>

Never. <I whispered vehemently as I gave myself over to the darkness and blacked out again.> [@IAmAGildedCage]

Drake: “Blast…”

Watching as the female crumpled back to the bed, I took a deep breath to calm the instinctive need to reach for her, cradle her. Instead I carried the tray to her bedside and set it down gently, careful not to disturb the contents incase she was inclined to have them when she woke. Perhaps she needed a tester before she’d trust it … hm, food for thought.

Mindful not to remove the sheet she’d inelegantly wrapped around that stunning form, I shifted her until she was once again lying across the bed, coddled by comforters and pillows. Looking at her now, I could see the toll, the effect my feeding coupled with this shock had done. She was too pale, the first blooms of dark shadows starting under her eyes. When was the last time this glorious female had fed? And from whom?

The idea of another male servicing her had my fangs punching down for a second, a growl threatening to rise in my throat until I choked it back. Shaking my head, I raked a hand through my hair and moved away from the bed.

I had two options. Allow her to come to again, try to coerce her into feeding enough to not border constantly on collapse, or force feed her. The latter was definitely a tempting option when she was already unconscious. A slice of the wrist, a mouthful or two fed into her, and then I’d have a little colour back in those cheeks.

And yet… I suspected force would only further cement me as the monster in her eyes. They’d all looked at me like that at first… but with patience and practice I had won them over. I could do it with her too.

So with a concentrated effort I moved away from the bed, taking the seat furthest from her but in her field of vision for when she woke. And I watched. And I waited. Hoping she wasn’t too far gone enough to return to me. [@Sloahne_BDB]

Sloahne: <I took in peripheral senses before opening my eyes and knew that the vampire was present in the room I seemed to have been trapped in. I slowly opened my eyes and viewed the ceiling above me. Beautiful canopy … such an odd thing for me to observe. 

My body was so weak … I slowly turned my head to my captor. He sat elegantly clothed on a chair in the corner of the room watching me intently as I peered into his ice blue eyes. Why was he doing this to me? Surely, if he was able to ascertain that I was a Chosen, he also knew he risked the wrath of the Brotherhood if they had knowledge of my whereabouts. The King would have his head … 1) for capturing a Chosen against her will 2) and using her as a blood slave which had to be his intentions. A law that the King had abolished years ago as a gift to one of this Brothers it was rumored. Either cases … he risked himself and the fate of his family. He clearly came from a noble family considering the state of the room I awoken in. Money, power, esteem … I turned my eyes away back to the ceiling … no longer able to comprehend my predicament.

I had a choice to make … I could just lie here and die slowly and quite painfully in the next few days or feed from this male and try to find someway to escape this seemingly gilded imprisonment. Tear droplets slowly ran down my the sides of my face as I thought about my father. He would be horrified to see me this way after so many years of teaching me self defense to be strong and confident. When now, all I felt is feeble, inadequate and ashamed. I was so steadfast in my desire to forget … that I truly neglected all my training from my own father as well as #Trez and #Xhex. Crap … they must be so worried and more than likely pissed off. That made me smile a little. But they knew not where I was. I could only rely on myself to get out of this plight of enslavement.

I silently laid on the bed taking deep breaths as I waited for my captor to issue his edicts … I’m sure he had some … while I strategized my way out of here.> [@IAmAGildedCage]

Drake: I knew when she came to again; heard the faint rustle of the sheets and the breathy cadence as she drew in a deep inhale. She was weak, too weak to rise again, and I felt something inside me give a visceral twist of alarm and frustration. Tamping down the impulse to storm my ass over and thrust a vein at her, I took a breath of my own and rose slowly. A few steps and I was closer, close enough to take in the lines of that graceful form still hidden beneath the sheet I’d left wrapped around her. She was breathtaking, even when weakened. She would be unimaginable when strong …

“I would offer my vein again, my dear,” I murmured, not coming any closer, not without her permission. “I beg of you to take it. You are terribly weak, and I fear I would not be able to find another male to come here in time enough to keep you from falling further ill.”

Looking into her eyes, so full of woe and distrust, anger and misery, I tried to let her see my own sincerity. All I truly wanted, right now, was for her to feed enough to heal. I wanted her well. I wanted her happy. I wanted her resplendent and smiling and sliding those elegant fingers across my skin. But I wanted her to ‘want’ it …

“Please … please let me help you.” [@Sloahne_BDB]

Sloahne: <I could only discern the cold around me as I sensed my life slowly draining from me. The satin sheets below my head were wet with my tears as I breathed in and out slowly to stay conscious. My chest ached as I took my breaths and as the male neared me, I felt my fangs knick my bottom lip and I was aware of my choice as I closed my eyes.> Ok.

<For whatever reason, the male seemed to be relieved at my acquiesce. As he brought his wrist towards my mouth, I tried to lift my head to bite and realized that I could not. He realized my failed attempt and quickly scored his own wrist and brought it back down to my lips. Soon after, the life sustenance was wetting the back of my throat as I quickly swallowed gaining more strength to begin sucking at his wrist as a babe would. The room felt warmer as I was able to perceive my surroundings. The taste of his skin, the soft cotton of his shirt … and the blood was taken away very soon after.

I gradually opened my eyes and into his eyes as I tried to focus. My stupor began to dissipate as I move my limbs to touch the bed and sheets as I made an effort to sit up and felt his arm around me assisting me up into a sitting position while maintaining my covering. He kept surprising me with his contradicting actions and manners in his duplicity. It was just confusing.> [@IAmAGildedCage]

Drake: Just a few mouthfuls and the female was looking better, her breathing settling, her eyes darting back and forth beneath those delicate lids. The feel of her lips on my skin was heavenly, and I had to make a concentrated effort not to let my own fangs slide down in longing.

When I thought she’d had enough, or just enough rather, I withdrew my wrist, slipping an arm around her to help her sit up, ensuring her covering was staying in place. Drawing pillows over from the pile, I gently placed them behind her, to help keep her upright without needing my presence. As much as I wanted to be there. When she was comfortable, I calmly withdrew, stepping away and toward the wardrobe tucked off to the side. It held simple luxuries; nightgowns, dresses, even slacks and blouses. Those I pictured her in when she was striding around the manor, giving orders to the doggen. It was a pleasant thought.

“Your attire from the #Dungeon was lost in transit, I’m afraid,” I murmured, sounding as contrite as I felt. It /was/ a lovely little outfit. “I was uncertain what you would like to be dressed in and thus thought you would like to make the choice.” I gestured toward the smaller style wardrobe. In this locked room, it was small. Upstairs had a much greater selection. “Please select whatever you like. If you like, I would be happy to assist you in eating as well, until you feel more yourself.”

Scribe, please let me feed you. Please … [@Sloahne_BDB]

Sloahne: <I remained silent as he walked towards a closet apparently filled with clothes for me, specifically for me? WTF. How long was he planning on keeping me here? I started to panic slightly and I forced myself to breath normally so he wouldn’t notice my anxiety. I need to get away from him and escape this place.

Assist in feeding me? Feeding the opposite sex by hand is an intensely intimate gesture between the two persons. When a male offers to feed a female from his hand, it is a way of showing respect. Respect and affection. I could use this to my advantage … clearly he has some thought about this /relationship/ he has created in his head. Normally, I play the Dominant role as a Domme where I control a situation, as a sub that would not come into play since he clearly wanted to be in control. But topping from bottom may be key in my survival and hopefully freedom. He would expect some resistance from me … yet as a Dom, he would only tolerate so much. It was a fine line that I was walking. I would have to tread these waters very lightly.>

I’m ok. If you could just help me with the tray I can manage. [@IAmAGildedCage]

Drake: It wasn’t what I wanted - far from it - but she was ready to accept some aid, and I was ready to be patient and wait for more. Good things come to those who wait, right?

Fetching the tray, I placed it near her on the bed then assisted until she was seated comfortably. Putting the tray in her lap, I then retreated to a respectable distance and tilted my head, watching her curiously.

“There is a shower through this door,” I murmur, gesturing off to the side, “and again, I am ready to be of assistance if needed. Nothing untoward.” 

The bathroom was equipped with the basics for sanitary needs… and absolutely nothing else that could be used as a weapon. I had a sneaking suspicion that would be the first thing she investigated in this room, but in truth there was very little if anything she could turn against me. [@Sloahne_BDB]

Sloahne: <I nodded my acknowledgement of the location and request.> Ok.

<I thought he would leave at that point, but to my disappointment, he remained waiting for something perhaps? I have no clue. To be observed so closely and attentively was unnerving to say the least. As well as unexpected. Most males wouldn't want a long drawn out conversation … they mostly rather just deal with a little small talk, and a suck and fuck. Done. Not this one apparently. 

I tried to pretend he wasn't in the room as I ate my meal slowly. I still felt immensely tired and drained and could barely use the utensils to cut the chicken and sides that were prepared for me. I was too famished to consider any use of narcotics to keep me passive. I needed some energy to fight and survive my time here so I forced myself to eat what he had provided and remained quiet and I waited for him to fill the space.> [@IAmAGildedCage]

Drake: The calm, reserved silence as she ate was yet another testament to her strength of character. A will that would most definitely be hard to break. She was strong, independent, and I suspected had never much relied on anyone but herself. How exhausting …

“Is the food to your liking?” I murmur, eyeing the plate. “If there is something you’d prefer I would be more than happy to provide it. I care not about the expense or how rare,” I add with a small, tentative smile, looking to her hopefully. “And anything you wish to drink.”

The hopeful, almost doleful expression wasn’t over done; if you pushed too much they were too suspicious, but when you were cautious, like them, they settled. Mirrors were soothing when people thought they saw themselves. [@Sloahne_BDB]

Sloahne: <My own preferences? I’m a captive in his home for some unknown reason and yet I get a choice in food and drink? None of this is making any sense to me. I raised an eyebrow at this comment and considered my next few words as I decide we need to put all the cards on the table.> 

Hmmm, anything I want? I would prefer to be able to leave. <Watching his facial expression, I knew the answer to that, so I added.> Why am I even here? We had one scene, if you wished to see me again, you only had to ask. Are you looking for a ransom? Because I hate to tell you … I’m no one of value. <I almost felt my lip quiver slightly at how much that hurt for me to admit. I’ve kept to myself for so long in order to hide my secret that I only had a smaller than a handful of people who knew that I even existed. I quickly charged forward and changed the subject, the food was fortifying my cheeky behavior and asked.> What is the need to imprison me? You must realize that blood slaves are forbidden now. [@IAmAGildedCage]

Drake: I tilted my head at her first ‘preference’, and judging by the light in my eyes she probably already knew the answer to that one, so I let her continue. As she wondered about a ransom, I felt the tide of her emotions swell, as if she was thinking of either how little she had, or how few people there might be to miss her.

“Maybe I don’t see it as imprisonment?” I offer after a moment, voice quiet and contemplative as I watch her. “Maybe I see it as protection?”

Leaning forward ever so slightly, enough that the light caught my eyes and turned the blue into the sweep of colour that ran just off the shoreline in the ocean, right before dropping to darker water, I spoke honestly.

“I would not ransom you, for there is no price one could pay. You are priceless,” I murmur gently, aching to take the weight off her shoulders so that for just a while, she didn’t have to be so strong. “You have such strength in you, but I cannot fathom how exhausting it must be to bare the burden alone. It is not my intention to bleed you like a slave,” I add, my nose wrinkling in disgust as I shook my head. “I will not take again unless it is freely offered, and that I have done so already I truly apologize for. My only reasoning is that I was undone in the #Dungeon, and lost myself in you.”

And I was sorry for that. Had I realized this exquisite female was so depleted I would never have dared touch her vein, even after the pleasurable high. Looking into her eyes, I kept my voice calm, level. So very matter of fact, as if the whole world was aware.

“Do you not see how beautiful you are? How exquisite?” [@Sloahne_BDB]

Sloahne: <”Protection”? What? Like he was the #Primale? That’s why I was hiding in the first place, to avoid the #Primale. I took every effort to not roll my eyes in anger and ultimately in irony. But then as he continued with his explanation and I watched emotions reflected in his eyes as he was solely focused on me. 

It was difficult to keep a clear head as his words washed over me like a soothing balm to my recently unsettled ego. My past and the present anguish mixing together in the last 24 hours causing this cocktail of a clusterfuck that has led me here in the first place.

I knew that whatever he was saying was a ploy to earn my trust but at the same time … for some reason … they made my chest ache wanting the words to be true. It must be my weakening state that had all my emotions in a turmoil. From the rejection from the club to recollection of my childhood to the loneliness that has been plaguing me for years … my psychological walls have finally fallen. Gathering as much fortitude as I could muster, I replied quietly.> 

Again, I’m no one. <What I needed to remember that this isn’t real. This male had no idea who I was or what I’m really like. It was essential that I play this game he was orchestrating for as long as I can so I can escape this luxury jail cell. I finished all I could and place the utensils back on the tray and pushed it away signaling my completion.> [@IAmAGildedCage]

Drake: There was the bite of attitude in her eyes at my words; a disbelief and cynicism toward the world that was too deeply ingrained for me to wash it away with a few sweet words in one sitting. No, that I could not combat, at least not right now. But every hopeless romantic had to start somewhere to convince the girl she was the one.

Yet the longer I spoke, the more my words sank in, I could see they meant something to her, some of that tension seeping away as she looked away from me, avoided my gaze. How could no one see her value? How could no one look upon her and not feel beholden? It was astonishing to me, and were I to ever meet the male or males that had made her look so withdrawn, think herself as ‘no one’, then I would gladly rip their spines out and garrotte them to death with them. 

“To the world you might be one person, but to one person … you might be the world,” I murmured gently, reaching out slowly and taking the tray, carrying it to the door and setting it down. “Would you like to shower?” I offer, gesturing toward the door. “I would not presume to accompany you unless you would like assistance … but I would very much like to stay in this room should you need help or call. I would hate for you to fall in there,” I add honestly, the thought of her slender, curvaceous form hitting the marble making my gut twist. [@Sloahne_BDB]

Sloahne: <The world, hmmmm? I quickly shook my head slightly to rid myself of the pretty words I’m sure he has spoken to others to gain their affections. How I could I trust a male who has kidnapped me and holding me against my will?

The thought of a warm shower would be extraordinary … but then I remember my cuts in my back from the previous night. I lifted my torso slightly, keeping the sheet over my chest as I peered at my back using the beautiful cheval mirror in the corner of the room near the bed, I winced slightly at the pull of the muscles. With my earlier feeding, they had closed but were still raw and puckered red, so the shower would be ok.>

I’ll be fine. <I gradually made it to the bathroom, covering myself with the sheet, but my strength waned a bit and I had to instead grip the marble counter and it pooled on the ground around my feet. I could hear him coming closer and held my hand up.> I’m fine … 

<I took my last bit of strength to close the door and slowly collapse to the floor to rest a bit before crawling to the shower to turn it on. I sat against the wall allowing the cold tile to cool my back as I waited for the water to warm and quietly cried. I have never felt so defeated before. I was so physically exhausted … I undoubtedly waited too long to feed combined with the lashing I received last night and the very little blood he gave me to just recover enough … was frankly not enough to get me back to normal at all. It was his plan, no doubt … to keep me pliant and amenable. Submissive. It has been almost a century since I last cried … it was so unlike me. Scribe, it was infuriating. My rising frustration resulting in tears. Once the room began to fog, I crawled into the shower allowing the water to cleanse my body of the sweat, dirt, but the shame remained all the same.> [@IAmAGildedCage]

Drake: To my credit, or perhaps will power, I didn’t move to collect her, or even put a hand to her back to assist her as she made her painful way across the room. When the sheet fell I couldn’t help but take a step, yet her hand rose, holding me back with such a simple gesture.

As the door shut, I let out a breath and ghosted closer, leaning against the wall silently and listening for sounds of distress. When the muffled murmur of her tears reached me, I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath and hardening myself to keep from venturing in. Mine was not the comfort she wanted now, yet mine was all she had. Oh, how the waiting game became so much harder when they meant that much more. All that beauty and strength and none yet who had appreciated it? Was I the only male left with eyes?

Leaning properly against the wall, I faced into the room and waited, fists clenched at my sides as I tried to breathe through the impulse to step in and scoop her up, give the aftercare to the wounds we’d revelled in the night before, and hold her as she succumbed to an exhausted sleep. For now that was a dream, but so often my dreams became reality … [@Sloahne_BDB]

Sloahne: <My tears ran down the drain along with the water as I laid there pondering what I needed to do to escape this place. The whole scene in the bedroom running through my head attempting to clear it of the mind games he was playing with me and distinguishing fact from fallacy. 

Time passed as I sat in the shower, pruning up and I wanted to wash my hair but as I reached for the bottles provided above me, they fell on top of me bouncing back from the tile and hitting my back. The wounds peeled open easily due to sitting in the water for so long and as the hard plastic struck my back it forced me to unintentionally cry out as I gasped in pain.> [@IAmAGildedCage]

Drake: The cry of pain ruined my resolve to stay out and give her space, too concerned for her welfare to let her pride hinder me now. Opening the door I darted inside, brow furrowing as I took in her bowed form, crumpled in the shower. Blood was running fresh from the marks down her back, and as I took in the bottles of product littering the floor I realized she’d reached for them from her weakened position and brought them unintentionally crashing down on her.

Without hesitating I strode forward, my long sleeved shirt sticking to my arm as I reached into the shower and flipped off the water. Reaching for the dense, fluffy towel hanging from the rack, I knelt beside her and ignored the tense set of her shoulders, the uncertainty, the faintest tinge of fear. It was fair to be afraid; in a strange place, with a strange man, naked and vulnerable, many women would cower. Yet her fear seemed so much less than so many others before her. 

She was incredible.

Tenderly wrapping her in the soft material, avoiding skin on skin contact as much as possible and pointedly not staring at the perfection that was her body, lest she think me beyond redemption, I then carefully slid my arms beneath her and lifted. She was all slender curves and muscle, her weight hardly noticeable as I tucked her against my chest and carried her from the bathroom back to the bed.

Setting her gently on the mattress, I darted back to the bathroom and returned with another towel, calmly lifting the wet ropes of her hair to pat and press dry. They weren’t washed from what I could tell, but I certainly didn’t want her resting with wet hair, and there’d be time for that later. When the masses felt damp rather than sodden I tossed the towel aside, kneeling at the edge of the bed. 

Without thinking I lifted my hand, baring my fangs and scoring my wrist. The burst of pain was fleeting, and yet it helped me see her that much more clearly as I brought my wrist to her mouth and offered her more. A few more mouthfuls and her wounds would heal, she would stand under her own power without flinching, and she would sleep that much more peacefully. I could deal with that, I realized numbly. I needed her to be okay more than I needed her to be compliant. Interesting … 

“Please drink, Leelan. Take more. I cannot bare to see you in this much pain,” I whisper honestly. Let me give you the aftercare you deserve, I thought desperately, the ache in my chest something visceral. [@Sloahne_BDB]

Sloahne: <I knew it was too much to consider that he was still in the vicinity to hear my exclamation. I heard his crashing entrance into the bathroom and felt him hovering over me from above as he turned off the water and gathered me in a soft towel and brought me back to the bed. 

I sank into the bed with extreme fatigue and could not fight him as he dried my hair and body of wetness. His gentleness was so contradictory from the situation, it was perplexing. The feelings of inadequacies for some reason faded as he cared for me so reverently that I had to squeeze my eyes shut to remind myself of the precarious situation that I was in … rather than some dream life I would never have imagined for myself … a male to take care of my needs after years and years of being alone and taking care of myself.

He surprise me when he scored his wrist once more to feed me. I had no choice, I needed to heal and feed. As I drank his nutriment, I knew he would be able to find me anywhere. That was the disadvantage of feeding from someone. You can feel the echo of yourself inside of someone for a period of time. I would have to hide for months on end until it faded from my system. 

I flinched slightly as he called me Leelan again. A term of endearment in the old language, loosely translated as "dearest one". I finished drinking once I felt my skin start to knit together and my hunger diminished. A passing thought cause me to hesitate, but decidedly I licked his wound to seal it closed. 

I could feel my eyes closing from my enervation as my consciousness was shutting down to allow my body to recuperate.> Only use my name. <I quickly murmured to his foreseeable question before my world went black once again.> Sloahne … [@IAmAGildedCage]

[celinda1208]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Sons of Anarchy Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Deputy Sheriff Cane/Original Female Character, Gemma Teller Morrow/Original Female Character(s), Jax Teller/Original Female Character(s), Tara Knowles/Original Female Character(s), Chibs Telford/Original Female Character(s), Juice Ortiz/Original Female Character(s), Herman Kozik/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Deputy Sheriff Cane, Juice Ortiz, Gemma Teller Morrow, Half-Sack Epps, Luann Delaney, Eric Miles, Chucky, Lincoln Potter, Original Female Character(s), Tig Trager, Jax Teller Additional Tags: Intimidation, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Comedy, Anger, Fights, Unrequited Hate, Humiliation, Love Confessions, Revelations

[saintsnsinnersbdb]

Blood of Life: Blood Oath Part 5

Written by @My-Own_Male and guest @Evayhne_BDB

Assail: *Six months had passed since Marisol’s body left me, but her soul, her spirit had come to me this day. I had heard her, seen her, felt her touch as a gentle whisper of wind. And I would count myself mad from grief and starvation, but for the blood red teardrop ruby pendant I still clutch in my hand. The pendant I had buried her with and that she had left behind with me this day.*

Marisol … *I open my hand to see the jewel lying in my palm, a reassurance that what I was about to do had her blessing. ‘Do this for me,’ she had said. ‘Feed.’ And though the thought fills me with such sickness of heart, soul, and body that I can barely stand to exist, there is nothing I would deny her. Not in life. Not in death.  And she had been right, I thought as I catch a glimpse of myself in the same mirror I had seen her in. I see myself through her eyes, through those of my cousins’ and Markcus. I am a weak, wasted creature. Nearly skeletal. Even Markcus had not been in such shape when we rescued him. Nothing remains of the muscular, robust male I had been. All had been urging me to feed, and now, though death would be preferable, I must. I have one task left to complete in this life, the death of Tony Silva, and though the trap is laid and the prey moving into it, I have not the strength left to spring it if I do not do this one, detestable thing.*

“Assail.”

*My hand closes over the ruby and I turn slowly at the sound of Evahle’s rough voice and raise an eyebrow.*

“Ehric called. He is returning with the female we approached. She is known to you.”

*A thread of anxiety runs in the undertones of his voice. I can surmise he fears I will reject a female I do not know, though in truth, it no longer matters. I /must/ do this. Curtly, I nod at him.*

Bring her into the study when they arrive.

*He nods back at me and then steps away, leaving the door ajar. He fears for me. It is a clinical observation. I can no longer muster the bonds of family feelings. But he needn’t. I will have my vehngance and to have it I must do this. I promised Marisol I would do this. Those are the only two things that matter. Turning, I go to the window. From here I can see the moonlight dance on the water. It was a view Marisol had loved. I recall the nights we’d sat on the veranda sipping wine and watching the river flow. Her grandmother had liked to serve midnight meals there for all of us, directing Ehric and Evale to set the patio table and carry the food as Markcus trailed her like a queen’s retainer, willingly seeing to her every need. She’d treated us all as sons and, in truth, we had all become closer because of it.  Marisol had made me a better male, but Mrs. Carvalho had made us a family. The memories send a stab of anguish for the dear old lady through my heart. I hope she made it, I thought. I hope she rests in that heaven she was so certain of.*

*A flicker of light catches my eye. Headlights approaching the meandering driveway. I watch as they turn in and know that Ehric is home with this female who “is known to me,” but I do not move. I simply watch through the window as the car disappears into the garage and the descending door blocks out the light, leaving the night once again pristine.* @Evayhne_BDB

Evayhne: *I was surprised by the unexpectant call from #Ehric, it had been a while since the last time I called them for a feed and maybe some extracurricular activities if he and/or his brother #Evale were available. They rarely called on me as I assumed they had other sources. Their dangerous looks could get them any female or woman for their needs. I could keep a normal feeding schedule with the help of #Rehv, #Xhex or #Trez and the other employees at #IronMask.

The twins picked me up in a blacked-out Range Rover and started driving to a beautiful estate on the outskirts of Caldwell. The house came into close focus and I could make out the garage doors and back door. There were full floor-to-ceiling glass windows running down the rear flank and around the corner that turned to the Hudson River’s shoreline. Three stories up. Lots of glass and lots of security cameras. It seemed like overkill, but I knew very little about Assail except for a few occasions years back. It's been a long time and we only met at the club though I had visited his private condo when I fed from the twins. It’s where we met to meet my blood needs a few times. They always helped me in a pinch so I felt compelled to agree to their request to assist Assail. It was not a hardship. He was a very handsome male. After #Ehric parked the SUV, #Evale opened my door and led me into the garage door into a mudroom and into the kitchen.*

Assail: *The door from the garage opens and shuts. Though my body is wasted, my hearing is still acute. The sound of the security system accepting the code and resetting, assures me that we will be safe during this time. Feeding makes both parties vulnerable and I will require both Ehric and Evale to remain with us, both as chaperone and as insurance that once I begin, I do not become so ravenous as to lose control and take more than this female can spare. As unwelcome as this task is to me, the need for blood is instinctive and I have denied it for too long. Losing control is a very real possibility. Marisol would not want that, even though my need is great.*

In here.

*I speak calmly, giving no voice to my inner turmoil. Though I am not loud, I know my cousins will hear me. They always hear me. It's as though they have attuned their minds, always so close to one another, to mine as well the last few months. Frequently they anticipate my needs and often simply appear before me, unasked but knowing when I should not be alone. I hear Evale murmur to them to follow him and I wait.*

Evayhne: *The kitchen was a cook’s dream, with beautiful cabinets and high-end appliances. A gorgeous island with plenty of space for entertaining. I wanted to look around but the boys softly nudged me along into the living space. Breathtaking in its vastness as well as its furniture and decor. Again, I was ushered down the hallway to what seemed to be an office.

A male sat in a chair. I gasped internally as I realized it was Assail. Gaunt with clear starvation. No more the muscular and darkly handsome male only a handful of years that I saw him last. Though time was different for vampires than humans. It was more like 5 months ago rather than 5 years ago.

I had been working for him in a small capacity, being a sort of informant. He must have known I only gave him information that The Reverend would have already known or whom I already told. I was loyal to my employers since they took care of me like many of the females including humans they had employed.

But I had a relationship with this male, albeit brief, but his cousins were my friends. I quickly came to his side.*

Assail …

Assail: *I had sunk into a chair facing the door as I waited. Now, as she enters, I gesture for her to sit on the settee across from me. “A female who was known to me” Evahle had said. I should have known it would be Evayhne. Though we had not had direct contact in some years, she had continued to funnel information to me through the twins from time-to-time and they had maintained a blood and – if their demeanor after seeing her was to be any scale of judgment – occasionally physical relationship.*

Please, take a seat Evayhne. It has been some time since we’ve met. Would you care for some refreshments?

*I just want this over before I lose my resolve but to be discourteous to a female doing me a great service would be unseemly. Even though the social niceties feel like sandpaper running across an open wound, I would not disgrace Marisol and her grandmother by failing to observe them.*

Evayhne: *This once very strong man seemed broken. What had happened to him? He seemed so formidable when we first met, I had even mistaken him for a Brother. Knowing the ones that frequented the club always sitting in the corner booth near the exit. I had never met them personally … but the rumors and the chatter that came in their wake every time they visited was hard to ignore.

I sat down as requested but shook my head and politely declined any refreshments. The twins were always formal and courteous, I knew something was wrong when they ushered me straight into, which I assume is Assail’s office l, after bypassing the kitchen and living space. They would have taken the time for common courtesy. Assail was in urgent need.

Assail seemed very sad and clearly reluctant to feed. I wondered if he was too far gone for the wrist … but I offered nonetheless.>

Please, take what you need …

Assail: *She offers me life, and yet I cannot bring myself to rise from the chair to take it from her. This is a need so basic and yet so long foregone that I should be overwhelmed with blood lust, but all I find within myself is sadness.*

I do not think I can.

Evayhne: *I watch as different emotions pass across his face. He seemed so broken. I score my wrist and lean up towards his mouth hoping the smell will entice his fangs to descend and the biology would take it over from there.

He unquestionably needed to feed but there was such reluctance. I wasn't aware of his situation but I hoped that I could help him.*

Assail:  *The scent of iron fills the air as her blood begins to slowly flow. My fangs descend of their own accord, and still I hesitate.*

Thank you for this. It is a great gift.

*I kneel before her and take her wrist in my hands, holding it as delicately as fine, aged china, and then lift it to my lips.*

Evayhne: *I watched quietly as he struggles with himself and the thoughts that must cloud his mind with so much conflict and watched several different emotions cross his face.

I wondered once again what has led us to this moment so dire that the twins had to reach out to me. Clearly, he needed to feed based on his gaunt appearance and just as evident in his reluctance.

His mate. It must be because of her.

As he finally decided something he came toward me and thanked me for my service and I could feel my own heart break a little just hearing the anguish and something else I could not name.

I just replied, “you’re welcome. Please take my vein and replenish yourself.”

I briefly felt a sharp bite of his fangs and the gentle pulls of life’s sustenance helping another.*

Assail: *For a moment my eyes meet Evayne’s and grief wells up within me again, a knot of bitter bile in my throat, and then I feel the cool, ephemeral touch of my love on the back of my neck, gently urging me to take from this female. My fangs sink into the soft flesh of Evayne’s wrist, and in spite of myself I begin to draw from her. At first I am delicate, but as I feel the strength flow through me my instinct’s take over and I drink deeply. And all the while, I feel Marisol’s gentle touch ruffling through my hair, caressing the back of my neck. Her love bathes my broken heart in light, her tenderness enables my mind to focus on her presence instead of the female in front of me.*

Evayhne: *At first, I thought he was going to stop before he even had enough but slowly time seemed to change his mood slowly and he drank as his body was surely demanding of him. I hoped whatever turmoil he was going through would pass. But before my thoughts could really form onto what I could do, I felt faint …*

Assail: *Even as I feed, I can feel muscles filling in, skin stretching taut over them again. My long abstinence broken, my body demands more and more. I am no longer thinking, only feeding, the beast within me coming alive. Though Evayhne’s arm had been relaxed and steady in my hands as I took from her wrist, it began to tremble, and still I feed. Until Marisol’s voice breaks through my bloodlust even as Ehric’s hand rests atop her otherworldly one on my shoulder and his voice echoes hers.*

‘Stop, Assail. You have to stop.”

“Boss, it’s enough. Pull back.”

*Their tandem voices pull me back to the now. My mind is sharper than it has been in months and I realize that I have very nearly taken Evayne to the point of no return, but I cannot return to her the gift she has given me. I had allowed no one to feed from me since Marisol entered my life. As a human she had not required it for life, and I had not required it to desire her. To feed a female … it is a bridge too far, even now. Quickly, I lick Evayne’s wrist, sealing the bite wounds and look to Evale. He had moved with Ehric and had knelt beside her to assist if I had been so locked in bloodlust that they would have had to physically separate us.*

Evale, give her your wrist before she faints.

*I shake off Ehric’s hand and rise, once more myself, a male in his prime with the physique of a Brother, if not the sense of duty. Marisol’s touch fades but I can still feel her presence. Gently lifting Evayhne's chin with two fingers as she sits, clearly weakened but with courage that would put many a male to shame, I meet Evayhne’s eyes.*

I allowed myself to over-indulge. I ask your pardon. I know my cousins will be anxious to see to your needs. I will give you the room while I attend to some business. Cousins. *Both look at me with expectation in their eyes.* See her home when she has been restored.

*With a nod to Evale, I rise and leave the room, though I do not go far, just to the kitchen where I stand looking out the window at the woods that surround all but the front of the house. Ehric had seen to packing the SUV while Evale had gone to get Evayne. There was little for me to do now but wait. If a low, frustrated growl escapes me, well, it is to be expected when I have worked six long months to get to this point and am now only hours from the end. A soft laugh, almost inaudible, comes from behind me. I turn to see Marisol’s … ghost? Soul? I don’t know what to call it, except … Marisol. I turn to see her translucent form seated on the center island.*

You can laugh?

‘You always were impatient. You would never have made a thief or an assassin.”

That is well because I never wanted to be either.  Well, perhaps that is not /quite/ true. I have been an assassin now and again. In a good cause. But it did not require extensive waiting on my part. I’m more of an opportunist in such matters. I simply put my quarry where I want them and take advantage of it.

‘Whereas I could lay in a snowbank with a pair of long range binoculars for hours.’

*I cannot help but smile.*

I remember. And still, I caught you. *The smile fades, quickly.*

‘Don’t.’ *She is somehow off the island and in front of me, her fingers a whisper caress on my jaw, her voice firm and unwavering.*

‘I can see you regretting it now. Don’t.’

If I had let you be, ignored your presence, you would still be alive.

‘And you would be dead instead, Ehric and Evale forced to pull the plug on you in the Brotherhood’s clinic. You would have died trying to overcome your addiction and we would never have had our time. I would have never known what it was like to love and be loved so completely. It was a gift, Assail. One I will take with me into eternity. I regret nothing and if you do then you insult what we had.’

*I blink at this. This is my Marisol. This is the female that took no shit and told no lies. That had to have been a drawback in her line of work, but, smiling to myself, it was what I loved most about her. I, on the other hand, had no problem with lies. I force a smile, unwilling to allow her to see what is in my thoughts.*

You are correct, my love. You were a gift, one I did not deserve. I won’t tarnish it with regret.

‘Then get on with dispensing vampire justice so you can move on.’

*She fades from my grasp, and it is just as well, because if she had seen my eyes she would have known there would be no ‘moving on’ for me. I inhale deeply and focus my thoughts, going to stand in the doorway to my office to be sure that Evayhne recovers completely.*

Evayhne: *I was still seated in the comfy chair and felt wetness on my lips and a low sexy voice in my ear.*

“Drink Evayhne.”

*My fangs descended naturally at the scent and I carefully bit down on a wrist that was provided and drank slowly as my senses came back online. Assail was as starved as he looked as he has taken more than normal that I became faint. I saw from my peripheral and he seemed much more the powerful male I remember. I hope he would take care of himself. His cousins seemed really concerned when they picked me up. It was none of my business, but I did care for the family. Hopefully, everything will work out.

I took more normal pulls of sustenance into me as I drank Evale’s vein as Ehric watched attentively. I felt better minutes later and licked my bite marks.*

Thank you.

Assail: *As the female’s lips rise from Evale’s wrist I see a glint of devilment in his eye. One I had not seen in a long while. He is looking at Ehric, who had seated himself beside Evayhne, his arm still around her shoulders in support. Ehric’s eyes mirror Evale’s. It is good to see. They are fond of this female, and when this is over, perhaps they will be able to seek her out and find some semblance of “normal”. Ehric, as is their norm, speaks for both.*

“It’s we who should thank you, Evayhne. He has fought us over the issue of feeding since the death of his mate. When he finally agreed, you were the only one we trusted to bring to him. You could have refused once you saw his condition. You had to know once he began to feed he might not be able to stop himself. Yet,” he took her hand and kissed her knuckles in gratitude, “you had the courage to think of him instead of yourself. We owe you.”

Yes. *Speaking loud enough they would hear me easily.* We do. And it is a debt that shall be repaid. But for now, we have an appointment. *Looking at Ehric and Evale.* Do not dally over long. We leave here in an hour.

Evayhne: *Finding my footing, once I felt better after feeding, I got to my feet and looked at the males surrounding me.*

I can demat home from here and you can make your appointment. I don’t want to keep you.

*I ran my hands down my clothes smoothing them unconsciously in nervousness. My heart ached for Assail and the loss of his mate. It explained a great deal his refusal to feed. It can be an intimate act which is why unmated young females were often chaperone by the male of the household. I understood now why he was hesitant and hoped that he would continue to feed regularly, I know the cousins were clearly concerned and cared deeply for their family. To be part of such a family. Shaking my head at such thoughts.*

Please, you don’t owe me anything. Please take care of yourself Assail. The twins care a great deal for you. I can feel it here. *Placing my palm on my heart.* I can take my leave now. Please keep your appointment.

Assail: It is not possible to dematerialize from within the house. Come. We will walk you out.

*Taking her elbow, I gently guide her to the front door of my home, my cousins following in our wake. As I open the door, I catch sight of the river. It is breathtaking tonight, the full moon glinting on the waters. I pause a moment on the front steps and my hand goes to my heart as I bow to this selfless female as deeply as I would have to any Glymera debutante in the Old Country.*

Fare thee well, fair Evayhne.

*She dematerializes, sending her molecules racing across the city to her home, and my face grows impassive as I address my cousins.*

Arm yourselves and meet me in the garage. Tonight it ends.

[evayhne]

Blood of Life

Written with @My_Own_Male.

Assail: *Six months had passed since Marisol’s body left me, but her soul, her spirit had come to me this day. I had heard her, seen her, felt her touch as a gentle whisper of wind. And I would count myself mad from grief and starvation, but for the blood red teardrop ruby pendant I still clutch in my hand. The pendant I had buried her with and that she had left behind with me this day.*

Marisol…. *I open my hand to see the jewel lying in my palm, a reassurance that what I was about to do had her blessing. ‘Do this for me,’ she had said. ‘Feed.’ And though the thought fills me with such sickness of heart, soul, and body that I can barely stand to exist, there is nothing I would deny her. Not in life. Not in death.  And she had been right, I thought as I catch a glimpse of myself in the same mirror I had seen her in. I see myself through her eyes, through those of my cousins’ and Markcus. I am a weak, wasted creature. Nearly skeletal. Even Markcus had not been in such shape when we rescued him. Nothing remains of the muscular, robust male I had been. All had been urging me to feed, and now, though death would be preferable, I must. I have one task left to complete in this life, the death of Tony Silva, and though the trap is laid and the prey moving into it, I have not the strength left to spring it if I do not do this one, detestable thing.*

“Assail.”

*My hand closes over the ruby and I turn slowly at the sound of Evahle’s rough voice and raise an eyebrow.*

“Ehric called. He is returning with the female we approached. She is known to you.”

*A thread of anxiety runs in the undertones of his voice. I can surmise he fears I will reject a female I do not know, though in truth, it no longer matters. I /must/ do this. Curtly, I nod at him.*

Bring her into the study when they arrive.

*He nods back at me and then steps away, leaving the door ajar. He fears for me. It is a clinical observation. I can no longer muster the bonds of family feelings. But he needn’t. I will have my vehngance and to have it I must do this. I promised Marisol I would do this. Those are the only two things that matter. Turning, I go to the window. From here I can see the moonlight dance on the water. It was a view Marisol had loved. I recall the nights we’d sat on the veranda sipping wine and watching the river flow. Her grandmother had liked to serve midnight meals there for all of us, directing Ehric and Evale to set the patio table and carry the food as Markcus trailed her like a queen’s retainer, willingly seeing to her every need. She’d treated us all as sons and, in truth, we had all become closer because of it.  Marisol had made me a better male, but Mrs. Carvalho had made us a family. The memories send a stab of anguish for the dear old lady through my heart. I hope she made it, I thought. I hope she rests in that heaven she was so certain of.*

*A flicker of light catches my eye. Headlights approaching the meandering driveway. I watch as they turn in and know that Ehric is home with this female who “is known to me,” but I do not move. I simply watch through the window as the car disappears into the garage and the descending door blocks out the light, leaving the night once again pristine.* @Evayhne_BDB

Evayhne: *I was surprised by the unexpectant call from #Ehric, it had been a while since the last time I called them for a feed and maybe some extracurricular activities if he and/or his brother #Evale were available. They rarely called on me as I assumed they had other sources. Their dangerous looks could get them any female or woman for their needs. I could keep a normal feeding schedule with the help of #Rehv, #Xhex or #Trez and the other employees at #IronMask.

The twins picked me up in a blacked-out Range Rover and started driving to a beautiful estate on the outskirts of Caldwell. The house came into close focus and I could make out the garage doors and back door. There were full floor-to-ceiling glass windows running down the rear flank and around the corner that turned to the Hudson River’s shoreline. Three stories up. Lots of glass and lots of security cameras. It seemed like overkill, but I knew very little about Assail except for a few occasions years back. It's been a long time and we only met at the club though I had visited his private condo when I fed from the twins. It’s where we met to meet my blood needs a few times. They always helped me in a pinch so I felt compelled to agree to their request to assist Assail. It was not a hardship. He was a very handsome male. After #Ehric parked the SUV, #Evale opened my door and led me into the garage door into a mudroom and into the kitchen.*

Assail: *The door from the garage opens and shuts. Though my body is wasted, my hearing is still acute. The sound of the security system accepting the code and resetting, assures me that we will be safe during this time. Feeding makes both parties vulnerable and I will require both Ehric and Evale to remain with us, both as chaperone and as insurance that once I begin, I do not become so ravenous as to lose control and take more than this female can spare. As unwelcome as this task is to me, the need for blood is instinctive and I have denied it for too long. Losing control is a very real possibility. Marisol would not want that, even though my need is great.*

In here.

*I speak calmly, giving no voice to my inner turmoil. Though I am not loud, I know my cousins will hear me. They always hear me. It's as though they have attuned their minds, always so close to one another, to mine as well the last few months. Frequently they anticipate my needs and often simply appear before me, unasked but knowing when I should not be alone. I hear Evale murmur to them to follow him and I wait.*

Evayhne: *The kitchen was a cook’s dream, with beautiful cabinets and high-end appliances. A gorgeous island with plenty of space for entertaining. I wanted to look around but the boys softly nudged me along into the living space. Breathtaking in its vastness as well as its furniture and decor. Again, I was ushered down the hallway to what seemed to be an office.

A male sat in a chair. I gasped internally as I realized it was Assail. Gaunt with clear starvation. No more the muscular and darkly handsome male only a handful of years that I saw him last. Though time was different for vampires than humans. It was more like 5 months ago rather than 5 years ago.

I had been working for him in a small capacity, being a sort of informant. He must have known I only gave him information that The Reverend would have already known or whom I already told. I was loyal to my employers since they took care of me like many of the females including humans they had employed.

But I had a relationship with this male, albeit brief, but his cousins were my friends. I quickly came to his side.*

Assail …

Assail: *I had sunk into a chair facing the door as I waited. Now, as she enters, I gesture for her to sit on the settee across from me. “A female who was known to me” Evahle had said. I should have known it would be Evayhne. Though we had not had direct contact in some years, she had continued to funnel information to me through the twins from time-to-time and they had maintained a blood and – if their demeanor after seeing her was to be any scale of judgment – occasionally physical relationship.*

Please, take a seat Evayhne. It has been some time since we’ve met. Would you care for some refreshments?

*I just want this over before I lose my resolve but to be discourteous to a female doing me a great service would be unseemly. Even though the social niceties feel like sandpaper running across an open wound, I would not disgrace Marisol and her grandmother by failing to observe them.*

Evayhne: *This once very strong man seemed broken. What had happened to him? He seemed so formidable when we first met, I had even mistaken him for a Brother. Knowing the ones that frequented the club always sitting in the corner booth near the exit. I had never met them personally … but the rumors and the chatter that came in their wake every time they visited was hard to ignore.

I sat down as requested but shook my head and politely declined any refreshments. The twins were always formal and courteous, I knew something was wrong when they ushered me straight into, which I assume is Assail’s office l, after bypassing the kitchen and living space. They would have taken the time for common courtesy. Assail was in urgent need.

Assail seemed very sad and clearly reluctant to feed. I wondered if he was too far gone for the wrist … but I offered nonetheless.>

Please, take what you need …

Assail: *She offers me life, and yet I cannot bring myself to rise from the chair to take it from her. This is a need so basic and yet so long foregone that I should be overwhelmed with blood lust, but all I find within myself is sadness.*

I do not think I can.

Evayhne: *I watch as different emotions pass across his face. He seemed so broken. I score my wrist and lean up towards his mouth hoping the smell will entice his fangs to descend and the biology would take it over from there.

He unquestionably needed to feed but there was such reluctance. I wasn't aware of his situation but I hoped that I could help him.*

Assail:  *The scent of iron fills the air as her blood begins to slowly flow. My fangs descend of their own accord, and still I hesitate.*

Thank you for this. It is a great gift.

*I kneel before her and take her wrist in my hands, holding it as delicately as fine, aged china, and then lift it to my lips.*

Evayhne: *I watched quietly as he struggles with himself and the thoughts that must cloud his mind with so much conflict and watched several different emotions cross his face.

I wondered once again what has led us to this moment so dire that the twins had to reach out to me. Clearly, he needed to feed based on his gaunt appearance and just as evident in his reluctance.

His mate. It must be because of her.

As he finally decided something he came toward me and thanked me for my service and I could feel my own heart break a little just hearing the anguish and something else I could not name.

I just replied, “you’re welcome. Please take my vein and replenish yourself.”

I briefly felt a sharp bite of his fangs and the gentle pulls of life’s sustenance helping another.*

Assail: *For a moment my eyes meet Evayne’s and grief wells up within me again, a knot of bitter bile in my throat, and then I feel the cool, ephemeral touch of my love on the back of my neck, gently urging me to take from this female. My fangs sink into the soft flesh of Evayne’s wrist, and in spite of myself I begin to draw from her. At first I am delicate, but as I feel the strength flow through me my instinct’s take over and I drink deeply. And all the while, I feel Marisol’s gentle touch ruffling through my hair, caressing the back of my neck. Her love bathes my broken heart in light, her tenderness enables my mind to focus on her presence instead of the female in front of me.*

Evayhne: *At first, I thought he was going to stop before he even had enough but slowly time seemed to change his mood slowly and he drank as his body was surely demanding of him. I hoped whatever turmoil he was going through would pass. But before my thoughts could really form onto what I could do, I felt faint …*

Assail: *Even as I feed, I can feel muscles filling in, skin stretching taut over them again. My long abstinence broken, my body demands more and more. I am no longer thinking, only feeding, the beast within me coming alive. Though Evayhne’s arm had been relaxed and steady in my hands as I took from her wrist, it began to tremble, and still I feed. Until Marisol’s voice breaks through my bloodlust even as Ehric’s hand rests atop her otherworldly one on my shoulder and his voice echoes hers.*

‘Stop, Assail. You have to stop.”

“Boss, it’s enough. Pull back.”

*Their tandem voices pull me back to the now. My mind is sharper than it has been in months and I realize that I have very nearly taken Evayne to the point of no return, but I cannot return to her the gift she has given me. I had allowed no one to feed from me since Marisol entered my life. As a human she had not required it for life, and I had not required it to desire her. To feed a female … it is a bridge too far, even now. Quickly, I lick Evayne’s wrist, sealing the bite wounds and look to Evale. He had moved with Ehric and had knelt beside her to assist if I had been so locked in bloodlust that they would have had to physically separate us.*

Evale, give her your wrist before she faints.

*I shake off Ehric’s hand and rise, once more myself, a male in his prime with the physique of a Brother, if not the sense of duty. Marisol’s touch fades but I can still feel her presence. Gently lifting Evayhne's chin with two fingers as she sits, clearly weakened but with courage that would put many a male to shame, I meet Evayhne’s eyes.*

I allowed myself to over-indulge. I ask your pardon. I know my cousins will be anxious to see to your needs. I will give you the room while I attend to some business. Cousins. *Both look at me with expectation in their eyes.* See her home when she has been restored.

*With a nod to Evale, I rise and leave the room, though I do not go far, just to the kitchen where I stand looking out the window at the woods that surround all but the front of the house. Ehric had seen to packing the SUV while Evale had gone to get Evayne. There was little for me to do now but wait. If a low, frustrated growl escapes me, well, it is to be expected when I have worked six long months to get to this point and am now only hours from the end. A soft laugh, almost inaudible, comes from behind me. I turn to see Marisol’s … ghost? Soul? I don’t know what to call it, except … Marisol. I turn to see her translucent form seated on the center island.*

You can laugh?

‘You always were impatient. You would never have made a thief or an assassin.”

That is well because I never wanted to be either.  Well, perhaps that is not /quite/ true. I have been an assassin now and again. In a good cause. But it did not require extensive waiting on my part. I’m more of an opportunist in such matters. I simply put my quarry where I want them and take advantage of it.

‘Whereas I could lay in a snowbank with a pair of long range binoculars for hours.’

*I cannot help but smile.*

I remember. And still, I caught you. *The smile fades, quickly.*

‘Don’t.’ *She is somehow off the island and in front of me, her fingers a whisper caress on my jaw, her voice firm and unwavering.*

‘I can see you regretting it now. Don’t.’

If I had let you be, ignored your presence, you would still be alive.

‘And you would be dead instead, Ehric and Evale forced to pull the plug on you in the Brotherhood’s clinic. You would have died trying to overcome your addiction and we would never have had our time. I would have never known what it was like to love and be loved so completely. It was a gift, Assail. One I will take with me into eternity. I regret nothing and if you do then you insult what we had.’

*I blink at this. This is my Marisol. This is the female that took no shit and told no lies. That had to have been a drawback in her line of work, but, smiling to myself, it was what I loved most about her. I, on the other hand, had no problem with lies. I force a smile, unwilling to allow her to see what is in my thoughts.*

You are correct, my love. You were a gift, one I did not deserve. I won’t tarnish it with regret.

‘Then get on with dispensing vampire justice so you can move on.’

*She fades from my grasp, and it is just as well, because if she had seen my eyes she would have known there would be no ‘moving on’ for me. I inhale deeply and focus my thoughts, going to stand in the doorway to my office to be sure that Evayhne recovers completely.*

Evayhne: *I was still seated in the comfy chair and felt wetness on my lips and a low sexy voice in my ear.*

“Drink Evayhne.”

*My fangs descended naturally at the scent and I carefully bit down on a wrist that was provided and drank slowly as my senses came back online. Assail was as starved as he looked as he has taken more than normal that I became faint. I saw from my peripheral and he seemed much more the powerful male I remember. I hope he would take care of himself. His cousins seemed really concerned when they picked me up. It was none of my business, but I did care for the family. Hopefully, everything will work out.

I took more normal pulls of sustenance into me as I drank Evale’s vein as Ehric watched attentively. I felt better minutes later and licked my bite marks.*

Thank you.

Assail: *As the female’s lips rise from Evale’s wrist I see a glint of devilment in his eye. One I had not seen in a long while. He is looking at Ehric, who had seated himself beside Evayhne, his arm still around her shoulders in support. Ehric’s eyes mirror Evale’s. It is good to see. They are fond of this female, and when this is over, perhaps they will be able to seek her out and find some semblance of “normal”. Ehric, as is their norm, speaks for both.*

“It’s we who should thank you, Evayhne. He has fought us over the issue of feeding since the death of his mate. When he finally agreed, you were the only one we trusted to bring to him. You could have refused once you saw his condition. You had to know once he began to feed he might not be able to stop himself. Yet,” he took her hand and kissed her knuckles in gratitude, “you had the courage to think of him instead of yourself. We owe you.”

Yes. *Speaking loud enough they would hear me easily.* We do. And it is a debt that shall be repaid. But for now, we have an appointment. *Looking at Ehric and Evale.* Do not dally over long. We leave here in an hour.

Evayhne: *Finding my footing, once I felt better after feeding, I got to my feet and looked at the males surrounding me.*

I can demat home from here and you can make your appointment. I don’t want to keep you.

*I ran my hands down my clothes smoothing them unconsciously in nervousness. My heart ached for Assail and the loss of his mate. It explained a great deal his refusal to feed. It can be an intimate act which is why unmated young females were often chaperone by the male of the household. I understood now why he was hesitant and hoped that he would continue to feed regularly, I know the cousins were clearly concerned and cared deeply for their family. To be part of such a family. Shaking my head at such thoughts.*

Please, you don’t owe me anything. Please take care of yourself Assail. The twins care a great deal for you. I can feel it here. *Placing my palm on my heart.* I can take my leave now. Please keep your appointment.

Assail: It is not possible to dematerialize from within the house. Come. We will walk you out.

*Taking her elbow, I gently guide her to the front door of my home, my cousins following in our wake. As I open the door, I catch sight of the river. It is breathtaking tonight, the full moon glinting on the waters. I pause a moment on the front steps and my hand goes to my heart as I bow to this selfless female as deeply as I would have to any Glymera debutante in the Old Country.*

Fare thee well, fair Evayhne.

*She dematerializes, sending her molecules racing across the city to her home, and my face grows impassive as I address my cousins.*

Arm yourselves and meet me in the garage. Tonight it ends.

[ekelsobarrow]

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