Not all bark.

Ana nods. “You make it what it needs to be, Chloe. I’ll support you no matter what, and so will our sisters.” He chuckles darkly then——— of course she’ll make any of her best friend’s blade the sharpest. Obviously, they both know that part of cutting also comes with strength, or skills. But Ana knows her friend can fight, and has the strongest will to cut through that bastard. A slow and painful death is the least he deserves, because if she had magical powers, Ana would just bring him back to life to be tortured and killed again… over, and over again. And if she could do for that piece of shit that had taken away her husband, she would run him over, and watch him die slowly, alone and in pain, until he’s driven mad. 

She grins. “It’s my pleasure. Always is. Always will be.”

Chloe nodded, taking her sisters hand in hers and squeezing, the slightest bit of madness entering her gaze. “There’s no one I’d rather have by my side than you and our sisters. But if we can get him incapacitated, then I want you by my side as we bleed him dry.” Of course, she had just said it should be her and her alone, but now thinking about it, and her best friends devotion to their friendship and sisterhood, maybe sharing would make it that much more thrilling. 

She gave Ana a real, genuine smile. “Same here. I’d do anything for you too.”

Archie laughs maniacally. “Make yourself believe that. He abandoned you once didn’t he?! He was probably looking for a way out and you gave him one. If he loved you, he would’ve fought for you, but instead, he ran away at the first chance… just more proof that your big bastard dog that calls himself an alpha can’t do shit to protect you. Actually, he probably doesn’t give a shit.” He mocks to antagonise her. He wants her to break in anyway possible. She’ll regret turning her back on him. “Your overused cunt has nothing special, you did me a favour that day. Obviously,  they ha e no standards.” He returns quickly, but it’s a mistake to remind him of things that could potentially anger him more than he already is. “Your time away from me has made you forget your place whore!”

He grins. “Keep telling yourself that. You’ve never won a single fight against me, even i  the days I was humouring the selfish bitch you are.” He chuckles as she wiggles around, because she’s not getting till he wants her to get out. “See what I mean, darling? She cannot help herself… always so impolite. You’ll have to forgive her, because I sure won’t.” He says, right before ripping off another finger for being called a son of a bitch. “She’ll be the death of you, because as much as she says she cares about you, she’s actually more interested in me and insulting me. So if you want to hate someone, hate her. After all, she said it herself, she sent away her mediocre vampire to safety because she cared about him, but here you are. And I’m sure she never mentioned me, never warned you of my return. But she knew… all this time… she knew." 

Archie is a master manipulator, and one can see that he’s planting seeds of doubt in the prisoner’s mind. He whispers for something in the prisoner’s ear for only her to hear, and smirks at Chloe from behind the girl, challenging her silently.

“He didn’t have a choice. And he came back for me. And we’ll be together again.” Chloe grit out. “I wouldn’t let him fight for me because I don’t need him to. I can fight my own shit. So for me, he left. Because that’s what I needed frim him.” The wolf laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Just wait. The Alpha will find you and he will punish you the way you deserve. And if you’re lucky, he’ll bless you with the embrace of death. Actually, if I’m lucky, I’ll get to be the one that kills you. It’s what you deserve.” She spat. Truthfully, she was stalling, hoping that he’d take her bait and go after her so maybe the other could break through his compulsion and flee. Chloe would take whatever he dished and, well if she died in the process at least she’d finally be free. “Keep telling yourself that. I know it wounded your pride to be rejected.”

She flinched further at the pain, but she was too fired up to let it make her back down, though she feel the sizzling of the welts that had already begun to form. “Because you’re a coward who doesn’t play fair.” She hissed. “Fuck you!” She screamed at him as he ripped another digit from the girls hand, tugging at the chains and crying out once more. “Believe him if you want, but he was going to kill you anyway.” The poor girl, but Chloe already knew her fate had been sealed the moment Archie found and picked her up from the Chateau. He could fill the other with false hope, but Chloe knew no matter what the other was good as dead. But she could still try.... “He won’t even give me the fair chance of fighting for your life. Because he’s a coward.” She challenged him, not even dignifying his taunts with a response. She just needed to keep trying to push him enough to let her out so the other could run. 

Archie smiles maniacally at her as she breaks through his command. He’d made relatively weak, and had wanted to see her break through and suffer for her disrespect. “Who’d be interested in fucking garbage like you bitch? Even your piss poor of a vampire couldn’t stand the sight of you no more and left.” He retorts and one can see the lack of control slipping through for a moment, but then, he mocks her even more. “I’m sure he said it was to protect you?!” He’ll destroy everything she holds dear, even that fucking city he should burn to the ground, and show hunters how it’s done… 

 When the vampire comes back, he’s almost gleeful to see her reaction, but he still remains relatively stoic other than the apparent rage behind the insanity in his eyes. Archie tisks at her. “I don’t see the big bitch stopping me now… I entered the city and got to you easily.” It’s a lie and it’s part of the reasons why he’s so angry. Because it had been difficult, extremely so and he had to paid a lot of money to slip through. And patience has never been a quality of his. Just the thought pisses him off enough that he rips off the new guest’s left pinky finger. She cries out in pain and begs to be let go; that she doesn’t want to die. “Whether you live or die is all up to that cunt over there.”

If her eyes could have turned into literal daggers, they’d have shot out and stabbed him in his stupid fucking face. And she’d enjoy it. He deserved to suffer for what he did, not just to her, but to Arlon and the other escorts and prisoners unfortunate enough to cross him. His words about Arlon sent rage through her. “I wanted him to leave.” She laughed. “Because it’d be safer for him. And he did it because he loves me.” Archie already knew their whole story, no sense in even pretending otherwise anymore. “He and plenty others love fucking me. You know what I think? That you’re just pissed the fuck off I never fucked you the first time.” Of course, that wasn’t why he hated her and she knew it, but she rejected his offer on their first meeting so that made everything much worse. 

Eli is currently doing business in an apartment right below the roof. They had installed motion movements all around to make sure it’d run smoothly. So Trevor has been on the roof keeping an eye out, to make sure that he can take down whoever tries something funny.  

Suddenly, he gets a silent alarm that movement was detected. He goes to check, and reassures Eli through their comms that it’s a false alarm, but he’ll still keep an eye on whoever it is. The noise of the dragged sword is impossible to miss, even with the chaos happening a couple streets away from them. He gazes down, four stores below, and sees a woman whistling. He can tell right away that she’s one of Diana’s Girls, and he knows better than to shoot one without reason. And from what she’s saying, whoever she’s after is probably the one that triggered the censors, and since he doesn’t want trouble for Eli, he’ll help her out. He looks are silently, and spots the person behind garbage bags and containers, readying themselves to attack. He pulls an arrow and shoots right beside their head, to make them jump out, and let them know there’s no way out. “He’s there. Hope this can grant me some sort of free passage at one point.” He tells her from above.

Chloe continues to stalk forward slowly. She ran after this one alone, sending her sisters to the other side of the docks where they ran into a couple stragglers in the street. Surely someone had info for her! The metal scraping on the sound continued to echo through the alley and filled her ears. She could have sworn the other would fall quickly, but the blood trail keeps going. “Come out, come out...” Her voice sang, stance relaxed. Until the arrow whooshed through the air from above. Chloe whirled so fast and went into fighting mode, sword raised towards the direction of the shot. Gritting her teeth, she was about to say something when a yelp and rustle from a large mound of trash bags had her prey springing out in panic. Her gaze narrowed and she glanced back to the guy on the roof. “Stay there.” She calls out, before charging at the other. Kicking him with a force, he crashed to the ground, no doubt having a few broken ribs to add to his injuries. “Where. Is. He?!” She put the sword to the others throat, the guy cowering beneath her, babbling his pleas. He insisted he didn’t know, but she didn’t believe him. So she slowly cut his throat, not enough to kill him or prevent him from speaking, but enough to hurt.

“Of course.” Must like she would’ve refused any help killing that bastard, because he’d been hers to kill, and no one else. Ana can only hope that he friend will find piece with Archie’s death, because she hasn’t found any with her husband’s murderer’s death. Well some gratification was found, in knowing that if her husband couldn’t live, neither would he. “Alright. I think the best think to do, is get our weapons ready, then make sure we have him in our trap before the purge start. This way, he won’t be able to escape will all exits covered.” Ana replies with an encouraging smile. Tonight, they’ll get him. She chuckles then. “Let me make sure it’ll cut through anything.” She takes the sword, and carefully starts to sharpen the edge, until a simple paper sheet and a tissue cut in half by falling over it. “You’re all good to go.”

She smiled, and anyone who wasn’t her best friend or part of the sisterhood would think she was going mad. But the thought of finally ending that bastard, of sawing his head off in the most gruesome of ways, thrilled her. It was almost over. She just had to beat him once and for all. “I’m going to make it bloody.” Chloe stated. She didn’t want to just make it bloody, she wanted him to suffer. “Yeah, you’re right,” She agreed to Anas suggestions, knowing her best friend, as she was cunning and smart, was right. It was another reason Chloe asked for help: Ana knew how to get shit done. “I want it to cut through his bones with ease. Easily take his fingers.” Her eyes burned a fire. “He has to die tonight.” Her face lit up once her best friend finished, she took the sword and trailed the pad of her thumb slightly over the freshly sharpened metal. Her finger bled some. It was perfect, as was Ana and her work. “Thank you!”

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When Bryce was finally able to find safety from the men who were trying to kill him, he caught his breath. He was surprised that he managed to survive this long, but The Purge had basically just started. He had a whole night ahead of him, and he was already tired. While he found peace and calm, he could hear the chaos around him, which made him stay on high alert. That was how he heard the sound of metal on the ground, and someone whistling. 

“Uh, I don’t know”, Bryce said, trying not seem nonthreatening. “Look, I’m just trying to find some place to hide, I don’t wanna mess with you”.

Once Chloe caught sight of the other, she raised the sword once more. If he tried to run, she’d stop him. She needed the information and she was sure he had it. It had to end. Archie needed to die! “You see...” She mused, prowling forward. “I don’t believe that. He was last seen in this area. And something tells me, in a place as desolate as this, you ran into him. It’d be be hard not to.” Her voice rose slightly. She wasn’t going mad, but she was desperate. Desperate to end this. To end him. “Tell me where he is.” 

Ana nods, and keeps hold of her best friend’s hand. “Alright. Maybe they can just be around to make sure he doesn’t try to pulls some tricks on you.” Truth is, she wants to help, but she understands that this is a battle that Chloe needs to do on her on. Just like when she’d paid to have that prisoner to herself, with a safe passage in and out of the prison, to kill her husband’s murderer. “Do you have an update on his latest position? Might be good to head out as soon as we can to get the best position, and some girls with us too.” Though, until then, Ana gets her gears out, because as a metalworker and bladesmith, her weapons are never sharp enough to her liking.

Chloe considered the other for a moment. This was what the sisterhood was all about, being there for each other. Helping, protecting, avenging. But Archie was someone she couldn’t risk her sisterhood for. No, this was personal, between him and her. And yet, it felt wrong to exclude them. They’d always been there for her. “Maybe.” She finally said. “But I’m the one that takes his head.” The fiery passion burned in her eyes, the image of her savagely beheading him the thing she dreamt to do most. After another moment, Ana’s question registered with her. “The last I caught wind of, he was somewhere down by docks. Near the water.” Thinking about it, with all the places he could bunker down, maybe she did need her sisters help. “You’re right. We should get ready. I’m not letting win. Not again.” Reaching to the sheath at her back, she pulls out her sword, gently brandishing the metal. “Think this’ll do?”

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She followed the trail of blood through the alley between two rundown buildings. The other may have managed to escape alive, but they were bleeding pretty badly. The amount of blood that was pouring out of the artery in the others thigh indicated they’d fall quickly. But Chloe wanted information from them first, so she needed to find them. Luckily, the other would be slower and unable to really run, and so she walked, dragging the tip of her sword along the ground and whistling a tune to herself. One that stuck in her head since she first heard Archie whistle it while he did unspeakable thing to her. Her whistling, and the scraping of the metal on the asphalt sounded over the chaos of the city, the other no doubt hearing it get louder as she approached. 

“Come out come out... Tell me what I want and I’ll make it quick. I don’t have time to drag it out of you.”

—Purge Day 2035, 12:51PM.

Ana enters the small stadium alongside her best friend. It’s nice to see all the familiar faces, but also new ones; young and old. Their sisterhood keeps growing, and tonight, they’ll celebrate together while bathing in the blood of their preys. “Still sure you want to do this? We could ask help from our sisters to be safer.” Ana wants for her friend to avenge herself, and find that piece of trash Archie, but she also wants Chloe to make it out alive… the greater their numbers, the better. And it’s part of their codes to avenge a sister.

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Chloe walked into the stadium, flexing her glove clad hands. She was primed and ready, a fire burning in her that fueled her. Tonight, she’d let her rage lead her, her anger and hatred fueling her hunt. Tonight she would win. Because tonight she had her best friend beside her, someone she knew and trusted with everything she had. Turning to her Ana, her eyes locked on the others. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” Her voice was calm, yet it turned gentle as she took hold of the other woman’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “We can do this. And this is my fight. Not theirs.” She’d die fighting if she had to, but she had plenty of knives and weapons tucked away on her person that made her feel more comfortable. 

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He’s washing the sweat off of his body when the water suddenly turns ice cold. He gets out; finding himself alone in the locker room at Temple. He peeks his head out through the door, and just try to gets someone’s attention while his naked butt remains hidden. “Hello?! I know I’m an elysian, and don’t really feel the cold, but cold shower isn’t really nice either… did something happened to the hot water?”

Chloe had been sorting through the paper work for a bunch of new members for Temple, entering all their info into their membership profiles on the computer when someone called out from the locker room. She frowned, hoping no one fell and hurt themselves or something. Though she would have heard the thud or crash if they had. Oh, please don’t let them be stuck in there. She entered the room with a frown, finding the other leaning out of one of the shower stalls. Her brows furrowed. “There’s no hot water?” No one mentioned any issues. Maybe the pilot light went out on the boiler? “I am so sorry about that. Let me check that for you.” 

She made quick work of checking the machines, everything seemed to be fine. Chloe went back to the locker room with a frown. “Everything seems to be working fine... Have you tried turning the knob to adjust it?”

Olivier was annoyed with this clingy daddy’s girl who kept trying to get him to spend time with her the past week. Sure, Millie was fun, but she clearly had the wrong idea that they were something more than customer/client and service provider. But more than that, she still was stiffing him on the sculpture she’d had him take his time and effort to make recently for a party she’d thrown on the East Side. She was also interrupting his enjoyment of his Whiskey Sour in the time of the day after the Dominion that he kept open for only two things: Himself and the few folks he truly likes the company of, or he feels are worth his time.

“Oh, I’m sorry Cupcake. You actually think I’m here for you? Nah. You still haven’t paid for your commission or your fun with me.” He turned to wave at the person he’d been actually waiting on as though the seat was unoccupied before turning back to Millie. “So until you’ve got what you owe me, I’m afraid the person walking in from over there has my time and attention, so get your butt out of their seat.”

Chloe had been surprised to hear from the other. She was able to cancel her request for some stuff from him before he got the supplies and started. But she felt bad having asked for his time and then having to go back on their agreement. Luckily, he hadn’t seemed to mind or was irritated in the slightest. And so, when he asked if she wanted to have a drink and catch up, she agreed. She needed to get out of her room for a while and a drink with a friend might be just what she needs to make her feel a bit better. 

She’d walked in just in time to witness a spat between him and the other woman. The wolf was about to slowly back away and return later, when his attention went to her. No backing out now. She offered an awkward smile and wave as the woman looked at her with disgust. “I can come back if this is a bad time...” She said, really not wanting to get in the middle of someone else’s drama. 

“Great!” Mathias grabbed her by the shoulders, and started to lead her back into the building. “I can’t tell you what it is, it would ruin the surprise!” He was glad the deal was made without any in depth explanation. Deals like that always made Mathias’ life easier. 

“No no.” She insisted, but didn’t fight off his leading her back in. “The only way I’m agreeing is if I know what that something special might be.” She really didn’t want to find herself in more trouble, but being here and supervised as a visitor, how much trouble could they get into? “At least give me a hint.” .

Chloe sat outside on one of the benches outside of Le Bordel, an extra large glass of wine in hand. She’d kept to herself the last couple of weeks, but she started to feel a little trapped in her room. Being back at Le Bordel still felt unreal, but it was necessary. The younger wolf had fallen back into this uneasy feeling. She once again didn’t feel safe. Everything was fucked for her once more. The ding of a notification on her phone pulled her from her thoughts, and she quickly grabbed it, hoping to see a message from Arlon, only to feel a pang of disappointment that it once again wasn’t him. 

Sighing, she took a long sip from her glass, letting her head fall back and her eyes flutter closed. Sensing someone approach, she slowly lowered her glass. “Sorry, but this seat is taken...”

Cracks, snaps and screams. All together, the noises create a symphony to his ears, but it’s not enough, he wants her to break through the small compulsion, and scream at the top of her lungs as he reminds her the consequences of making him wait. By the time they reach the last step of the stairs to the basement, he’s in a frantic state; having imagine too many scenarios or things she has said behind his back… “Such a disrespectful and ungrateful bitch. They all left you behind, and I was there for you, but you turned your back on me to go back to that pathetic excuse of a vampire?! You tried to replace me, bitch, ME!” He yells, and kick her in the ribs, she’s almost sent flying, but the grip on her ankle prevents it. Though, he hears tearing, and feels muscles ripping, and bones shattering within his grasp. 

 He lets go of the limb, only to take a fistful of her hair, and drags her to a set of chains. He puts her about a foot of the ground, spread like a starfish, and silver chains burning her skin. She will suffer, he wants her in constant pain. He then puts a collar around her neck. “If you try to exit the basement, you can say bye bye to your head whore.” The maniacal smile on his face, challenges her to do it, to find a way to break free, and to run away. “We’ll start slow.” He says, and then his phone rings. “Right on time.” He speeds away, and goes to answer the door, where a prisoner he’d paid for was delivered to him. That person won’t get out of the house in one piece. They’re an employee from Temple, someone that knows Chloe. He drabs them downstairs, and compels them to remain seated in front of Chloe, they are collarless. He knows that the shewolf will remember this game. And that he’ll kill this person if she doesn’t please him, but he’s already displeased… “Ready to play?”

Christ, it felt like everything was on fire. The excruciating pain radiating from her broken ankle, paired with the splitting pain of her skull and what she was sure were a couple cracked ribs, should have knocked her out. Oh she wished for the darkness to consume her, but his fucking command to stay conscious kept her locked into some disorienting in between state. It wasn’t until he stopped walking and started yelling at her once more did her focus start to shift back, bringing her more aware of what was happening now. She wanted to fight back, go back at him, hell even demand he just kill her already. But all she could do was lay down and take it, literally. Until his next powerful kick slammed into her ribs once more, the sounds of her bones completely breaking filling the air around them. 

Chloe choked out a holler of pain as her body went to fly back, but his tight grip kept her from following the force. The pain, the sounds of tearing and crunching had her vision swimming in black, the wolf releasing an anguished cry and coughing up blood as she felt like her body was entirely ripped from that ankle. Once he released her, she tried to curl in on herself, only to be yanked further into the room by her hair and chained up above the ground as if she was nothing but a decorative piece. The silver biting into her skin burned, the pain from the chains making her scream, compulsion be damned, the pain flooded her entire body. She was shaking, writhing against the chains, which only caused her more pain, as he secured the collar tightly against her throat. Her glassy gaze met his, the sinister, maniacally proud look he wore taunting her. She couldn’t submit to him again. “FUCK YOU!” She spat in his face. If she was going to die at his hands, she’d go down with a fight at least. 

“Thank you my dear.” Archie thanks the woman who leaves them be. This isn’t any of her business. She’d asked to be told nothing so that nothing could be held against her.  

With her gone, the vampire slowly walks about the shewolf. After a few more rounds, he kicks her in the back, and watches her crash onto the floor. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting bitch?” He kicks her in the stomach, and sends her flying into a wall. “You know how much I hate waiting, and you fucking cunt made me wait!!!” His voice raises for a moment, already unhinged from having to wait for his revenge. “Do you understand how angry that makes me?” He complains like all his misery is due to her, and he believes it is. He backhands her, sending her back to the floor.

Archie is raging and needs to let it out before he can actually have fun. And so, he grabs the shewolf by the back of her hair, and starts to back her head into the floor over, and over again. But before she can lose consciousness, he stops and gazes into her eyes. “Don’t faint.” He commands. He wants her fully aware of everything. He snatches her by the ankle and easily breaks it, before he drags her slowly to a door that leads in a deep basement where no one will hear them. 

And he goes down, broken ankle still in hand, letting her body hit every single stairs. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

Chloe forced her gaze over to the one who rented her, glaring fiercely as she backed away, clearly wanting nothing to do with this. Her hatred of the other just as evident as it was with the vampire in front of her.