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Jane: *It had been a few days since my CAT scan and nothing was wrong with me. Of course. No evidence of a tumor, aneurysm or anything. All clear. Fuck. But I still not these blinding stabs of pain whenever I was trying to remember something.

Once, I exited the hospital after my scan and someone was smoking outside. I almost had to call a cab when I recalled someone telling me they couldn’t get cancer but the pain subsided when I thought about something else. Then again when I went to Starbucks to get some hot chocolate … I recalled eating a huge breakfast with all sorts of dishes and then drinking canisters of chocolate. Thank goodness I was sitting in a booth when that memory came to me.

It was about 9pm at night and I was returning home from the hospital after #Manny gave me my results. I was backing into the garage when I felt hands on the hood of my car and when I turned there was someone there. In the beams of the headlights … a huge man appeared with a goatee and leather pants.

I immediately burst into tears.

This man … this apparition … he had been haunting my dreams for weeks and it was a presence that I knew was missing but the pain prevented me from thinking about him. But every night I cried myself to sleep feeling like I was missing him … mourning someone I couldn’t have.

My next breath was laced with pain as I tried to remember this man. But instead of subsiding like it did normally … it just floated away. In those next moments, memories flooded my thoughts as I remembered the hospital, the patient, the six-chambered heart, being kidnapped, being held in a room … being with him … being together … having sex .. falling in love and then … being left.

Vishous. V.

My mind was all confused as I tried to distinguish between reality and dreams. This really couldn’t be happening. I must be hallucinating. The CAT scan was wrong. Something was wrong.

Vishous: Seeing the panic in her eyes once I lifted the blocking of her memories, fuck I was such a nasty bastard for letting her go through all this. But it was safer for her if the lessers didn't know about her. I walked round to the driver's side of the car, opening the door.

“This isn't a dream. I'm really here.”

Holding out my gloved hand for Jane to take. Once she did I scooped her into my arms.

“I've missed this. I've missed you”

Carrying Jane to her front door, fumbling with her keys to get the door unlocked, pushing the damn thing open. I carried Jane to her kitchen, resting her on her countertop. My lips fused with hers, struggling to take my leather jacket off and then my muscle shirt.

Jane: *He was here, he came back. I could barely ask him any questions as his lips found mine and we made our way to my kitchen. He placed me on the countertop and I help shove off his leather jacket and clothes.

He pulled at my scrubs and had me naked in a matter of moments. Then he pushed me back to lay on the countertop and pulled me forward as he kneeled in front of me and his lips had me gasp as his tongue did wicked things to me. I pulled on his thick gorgeous hair and he had me cumming in seconds.*

Fuck! *I cursed as I was filled nearly to the point of pain, but I loved it, and then the erection started to move. I grabbed onto the counter and followed the rhythm back and forth. He felt so good, I could feel every inch of him as he fucked me like he hadn’t seen me in years.*

Vishous: I knew I was home the moment I entered Jane, but on the countertop was not the place I'd imagine I'd be with her. Picking her up while I was still inside of her, I took her upstairs going towards her bedroom. Placing her onto her bed I began thrusting into Jane hard, she was everything I wanted but then a weird thought struck me. She'd grow old and I'll lose her once again, but there was only one way to stop that, yeah it went passed every vampire law but at this moment in time, I didn't give a fuck.

“You want to live forever?”

I already knew her answer as I heard her thoughts. With a happy feeling inside of me, I finished off by coming inside of Jane, roaring out the one word that I'd never thought I'd say.

“MINE!”

My bonding scent escapes from my pores covering her body like a veil.

Jane: *I was truly amazed by V’s strength as he was able to carry me still joined my bedroom. As my back felt the mattress beneath me and the feel of him on top of me felt so right. Soon those thoughts were just moans of pleasure as showed me how much he missed me.

Then he asked me a strange question and of course, I wanted to live forever in order to be with him. I didn’t want to grow old while he would outlive me.

We came together and as I breathed in the dark spices surrounding us as I’ve come accustomed to when we were together.*

So how does it work?

Vishous: “What I'm about to do is against our laws but I don't give a fuck. All I want is you, true?”

Biting into my wrist I placed it over Jane's mouth, the blood dripping into her mouth. Before long she was suckling against the wound, drinking what I was giving her. Taking my wrist from her l licked my wound sealing it shut.

“How you feeling baby?”

I watched her for a bit as the last time someone had my blood had a massive orgasm, yep the Cop. Jane seemed not to be affected that way but it was anyone's guess how she would react.

Jane: */Holy Shit/. Vishous tasted like port wine and affected me as if I was drinking ten bottles of it. With every pull, I felt like my head was spinning. I drank as if this was the only way it would keep us together and it truth … it was. I was vaguely aware through the roaring of my body that Vishous began pumping into my body and making low growling noises.

I could almost feel him inside of me in different ways, my brain with his words, her body with his arousal, my mouth with his blood and my nose with his deep spicy scent. He had taken me over. I loved every minute of it.

There was an explosion in my abdomen and sparks started to flow through my body and the sparks lit off a tingling sensation … and then a low hum. V continues to fuck me in and out and I could feel all these sensations at one. The hum was rising and surging into more hear, my skin became hypersensitive and everything lit up like fireworks and then the mother of all orgasms ripped through me so powerful, my eyes could no longer see and my voice was hoarse from the scream.*

Vishous: Finishing off once again in Jane, I rolled off her and got up. Getting dressed once again. I didn't want to leave her but I had to, while Lessers were about it was my duty to kill the soulless bastards.

“I'm on patrol tonight but I will come back before dawn.”

Jane got up, she headed to the bathroom while she cleaned and flossed her teeth. Once she was done, I had pulled back her blankets, while she got into bed I smacked her ass.

“Be naked when I get here, feel me?”

I gave her a kiss, another kiss and another one. I took off my shirt and gave it to Jane.

“Help you settle, true?”

I gave Jane another kiss and got up, well forced myself up. If I wasn't careful, I'd be between Jane's legs in no time.

I walked down the stairs heading towards the front door, looking at it. I'd have to wire this place up to make sure she was safe.

Jane: *I took a deep breath of his t-shirt and could smell the dark spices that have associated with Vishous, but my tummy rumbled a bit. I hadn’t eaten much today since getting my test results thinking I was going crazy. But now my head was clear and I needed to get dinner.

I grabbed a tank top and some leggings from the bureau and made my way down the stairs and saw V’s leather jacket on the floor and could still see him out my window so I ran towards the door and opened it. I could hear my neighbor’s garage door opening and a car backing out.*

V!! You forgot your jacket!

*Then V turn towards me, but whipped to the side and had the strangest look on his face. Like he was frightened and scared, not something I normally identify with him. How strange.*

Vishous: Stepping outside of Jane's place, the garage door of the next door neighbour was rising till it got stuck halfway. The winch was making a whirring noise that was getting on my nerves, a car door slammed shut, that's when I noticed the smell. Baby powder. Looking around the place I saw the pale-haired soulless bastard emerge from the garage who's door was stuck. No fucking way.

“Vishous, you left your jacket!”

No, no, no, no, no. Materialising in front of Jane. BANG!! The shot rang out. The pain was unbearable as I slid to my knees. Hollywood appearing from out of nowhere, saw the shit that was going down and went after the lesser.

Looking up to the forest green eyes above me.

“I love you, Jane.”

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.]

Jane: *We finally arrived at the top and I digested everything he told me about his father and what he did to him, I could only feel hurt for a boy whose father was only a sperm donor … similar to my own. Someone who was disappointed in their progeny, no matter what we did and could only find fault. Though in V’s case … it was much more extreme hatred than indifference.

As he removed his clothing and placed them on a huge bed, I watched his body sinewed with tight muscles and strength get on some kind of contraption. Black candles lit up magically around me as the temperature in the room grew slightly cold. I had no idea what was happening.

“Strap my ankles and wrists tightly. Then go over to the wall and pick out a hood, ball gag and whatever else you wish to use upon me.”

The sound of voice and words brought me out of my thoughts and racing on new ones as his words registered. Hood, ball gag? As I looked at the back wall, I spied floggers, whips, chains and all kinds of BDSM paraphernalia I wasn't quite sure of. I had no words.*

Vishous: Laying on the rack perfectly still, sensing Jane was rooted to the stop. I was about to speak, hearing her move, then hearing the ‘toys’ move.

Jane came to my side with a red ball gag and a hood, she placed them by my side. Going to my left wrist she threaded the leather strap through the buckle.

“Is that tight enough?” She asked.

“Tighter.” Jane pulled the strap tighter, nodding in approval to the tightness. She went to my right wrist and did the same. She ran her fingers down my naked body, my body reacting to her touch. Coming down to my ankles, she strapped them up tightly. Coming back into my sight, she looked concerned.

“I don't want to put the hood on, I want to see your eyes. I'm not that happy about the ball gag but I’ll do that for you.” Picking up the ball gag she placed the ball into my mouth, I move my head forward while Jane fastened it at the back.

Lowering my head back down against the rack, taking in deep breaths through my nostrils.

Jane: *I watched as Vishous took deep breaths, breathing in and out of his nose as his mouth was filled with a rubber ball. This was so strange … standing next to him as he was tied to a table. His body was breathtaking laying there on the table. His muscles contracting slightly … from the chill? From fear? I wasn’t sure.

I placed my hand on his sternum and touched his warm skin and made small movements up and down his front. Watching in fascination as his cock began to grow. So, no fear. This was turning him on. Interesting.

His diamond white eyes were trained on me as I circled his body and continue reacquainting myself with his body. With every moment that past, his cock grew larger and precum began to seep through the tip. I had to admit … having this control over such a magnificent male was heady. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as I watch his arousal grow. His eyes smoldering with a look I come to know well these last few days.*

Vishous: Jane walked around the rack, her fingertips trailing over my skin. Closing my eyes, her touch was magic. My cock grew at her touch as she silently commanded my body to do as she wanted. Fuck, she was everything I ever needed. Opening my eyes I met her forest green eyes, the connection we had was something special, that connection only a Domme and a sub had.

Jane moved away from the rack, I heard her by the wall. Moving my head up trying to see what she was doing. I couldn't see a fucking thing. Lowering my head back down onto the rack, the suspense was killing me.

My body jerked as the cane was moved over my body, she then gave my thighs a short sharp hit with the cane. My cocked hardened even more, fuck this was hot. Pulling at the restraints I wanted/needed her beneath me.

Jane must have sensed me tugging at the restraints. “No, you stay where you are big boy.”

Fuck, that turned me on even more, she slapped my thighs harder with the cane, my fangs pierced the ball gag. I couldn't hold on any longer, moaning around the ball gag I came hard, my cum shooting onto my lower abdomen.

Jane: *I began to become curious at the all the implements lining the wall and took down an inconspicuous cane. I hit it cross my hand and felt the sting but it didn’t leave any lasting marks so I thought I would try it on V.

I stuck the cane against his meaty thighs knowing it would not leave a mark and noticed his cock give a slight jerk and heard his moan. I made a comment for him to stay where he is.

Then I struck a little higher up his thigh near his groin and watched in pure awe as he came just from the cane alone. This atmosphere must do it for him. I also was surprised by how hot this made me. I slide my finger against his cum and locked eyes with him as I placed it in my mouth to suck. Mmmm, I loved his taste. A spicy scent that I began to associate with him wafted in the air and I took a deep breath and happily sighed.

I eyed a few metal clips and some rings that looked like napkin holders … but I had a naughty suspicion that they didn’t hold napkins. As I went to the wall and examined them more closely, I could see that it was a cock ring of some sort. I took it and some clamps back to Vishous laying on the table.

I leaned down and slowly licked around his nipples and placed the clamps on one by one knowing it would feel like fingers pinching them and placed the cock ring on his still hard cock.*

Vishous: Jane licked my nipples, thinking she was going to go easy. But how wrong was I. She clamped nipple clamps on my nipples, I welcomed the pain like an old friend. Fuck, this really turned me on.

Her fingers ran down my body, stopping at my cock. She roughly took the flesh between my legs sliding on a cock ring. Now I would be restricted in what I really wanted to do. Cum. My cock grew harder but couldn't expand as the ring stopped that. Moaning hard, all I wanted to do was be inside of her. Once again I wrestled against the shackles. Fuck these restraints, I only want my female.

Jane: *I watched as his eyes started to gloss over in pleasure. It was fascinating to watch him get more and more aroused at my actions. But I also needed some relief, I was getting worked up.

I took off my clothes and noticed how he strained against the chains. It was no wonder he had me tie him down, he would have knocked me down and fucked the life out of me in a few seconds. But at this moment of time … he was all mine.*

I’m going to fuck you. *He moaned again, his hips swiveling and pushing upwards. He was still hard despite having cummed a few times. He began panting really hard and I thought perhaps he couldn’t breathe so I reached towards the gag but he jerked his head away.

I climbed on top on the table and parted my thighs over his large frame. My wetness meeting his semen-slicked hips and slowly descended down his cock taking him inch by glorious inch inside of me.*

Vishous: “I'm going to fuck you.”

Those words were sweet music.

Jane tried to unbuckle the ball gag, jerking my head from her hands, I didn't want the ball gag out just yet. The thought of her on top of me pumping my already used cock was going to be heaven. If I died tonight, I would have gone out in the most amazing way.

Jane stripped off, she climbed on top of me lowering her slick core onto my cock. Fuck me, she fitted my cock like a glove, like we were meant to be together. She came accustomed to my size before she started to move, her hot wet core sliding up and down on my cock.

I watched her as she palmed her breasts, pinching her nipples, teasing the fuck out of me. If I had my wrists free I'd grab her hips and fuck her hard. Fuck, I had to mark her. That's when I smelled the scent, the dark, rich spicy scent of my bonding scent. Fuck, I'd bonded with her. In a few hours, I'd be wiping her memories of me. I didn't want this to end but what other choice did I have?

Jane: *My pussy surrounded his hard cock deliciously and I felt him deep inside all the way to my womb … it was breathtaking. He was just so big and felt so damn good. Arching my back, his cock hit my gspot as I rode him like a cowgirl as I grinded faster to bring myself to orgasm. My nipples hard little nubs as I pinched them and I could smell this wonderful musky scent that always seems to make me wet.

I felt powerful as I continue my ride to bring myself off. Having this powerful male underneath me … unable to move but just take what I gave him got me off. The feeling of freedom to do what I pleased was liberating that I came so quickly I surprised myself. As I collapsed onto his chest my body still in shudders as my racing heart begins to slow as I catch my breath.*

Vishous: Seeing Jane on top of me was so erotic, she palmed her breasts and pinched her nipples. Fuck, I wanted to mark her, I wanted to make her Mine. My fangs elongated into the red rubber of the ball gag. I wanted to wrap my arms around her but these shackles wouldn't let me get to her. Jane came, her liquids coating my cock kicking my own orgasm off, shooting my seed deep into her core. Jane fell onto my chest panting hard. Looking at her, I gave her the signal to unshackle my wrists.

Jane unbuckled the straps on my wrists and ankles, the moment she did I had her underneath me, pushing my once again hard cock into her hot wet core. The moment I was in her I came hard, throwing my head back roaring out “MINE” my bonding scent covered her like a veil, so if any male came near her they knew who her mate was. Fuck no, I've bonded with this human female. This wasn't going to end well.

Getting off Jane, I dressed in silence. The time had come to take Jane back to her place. I couldn't do this, surely there was another way. I'd be a walking shell of my old self without her by my side.

Jane: *Within moments on releasing V, I found myself on my back and him on top of me thrusting into me as he climaxed for the second time. As before, a veil of a delicious smelling musk filled the air and I felt protected somehow.

We dressed in eerie silence … knowing that that was the last time we’d ever be together. I was trying to keep myself together. It was strange … at first, I thought maybe I was suffering from Stockholm syndrome from being kidnapped and kept prisoner but … as the weeks progressed … I found myself falling in love. I couldn’t tell him. It was already hard enough as it is. Keeping my emotions bottled up inside, growing up with unemotional parents as I did, came naturally.*

Vishous: Jane and I left the penthouse, traveling down in the service elevator in silence and getting into the Mercedes silently. This was killing me already. It wouldn't be long before we were back at Jane's place and I'd have to scrub her mind of me, of the Brotherhood and of what we had just done.

Feeling a sharp pain in my sternum, rubbing it hard, I take out a hand roll and placed it between my lips. Taking the gold lighter from my leather jacket pocket and lit the hand roll up. If only I could tell Fritz to take his time in getting to Jane's place but dawn would be breaking in the next hour. Fuck, I was horrible, doing that to her and now I am removing myself from her memories. Scratch that, I wasn't horrible, I was a vile, disgusting monster.

Fritz pulled up to Jane's apartment, helping her out, telling Fritz not to wait for me. He pulled away leaving us both in what will be our last moments together. Jane had fished her keys from her purse, she opened her front door noticing her security was minimal, I had to sort that out for her. Shaking my head, no, she won't remember me I didn't have to secure her like Fort Knox. Wandering around the ground floor of her place I noticed she had books, books were good. Heading back to where Jane was. She was in her kitchen.

Jane: *I stood near the sink in the kitchen staring at nothing really. I was finding it difficult to breathe. My arms were wrapped around my middle as if trying to hold myself together. I didn’t know if I could do this. How would it be possible for me not to remember every moment of these last few weeks?

But as I thought back to all that I have experienced in this short time … I knew that he could erase my mind, my memories. Perhaps it would be best … not to remember.*

Will I remember anything, V? *I asked quietly as he roamed around my home. I was getting colder by the moment thinking of the end … trying to prolong it as long as possible.*

Vishous: “No, you won't remember anything.”

I wanted this to be easy on her before I erased her memories. Think you bastard, what did Jane like? The answer came in an instant.

“Do you have any cocoa?”

Jane got out the packet from the cupboard, then a mug and a saucepan from beside her cooker. She opened her refrigerator and took out the milk and handed it to me.

Filling the saucepan with some milk, I turned the gas burner on and waited till it heated up. Dipping my little finger into the milk it was at the right temperature. Opening the drawer next to the cooker, I grabbed a spoon and added the cocoa in while stirring it. Once the mixture was mixed, I poured it into the mug, I turned the burner off and placed the saucepan into the sink. Picking up the mug I handed it to Jane and stepped back.

“I'm so sorry.”

I erased her memories of me, the Brotherhood and anything else to do with vampires and dematerialised out of her apartment.

Jane: *I watched like a robot as Vishous puttered around my small kitchen making me cocoa. Knowing that time was running out. I could almost feel myself starting to hyperventilate. Before long, he placed a warm mug into my cold hands and I started to tell him that I loved him as he apologized to me.*

V, I lo …

*Shaking my head, what was I doing? Looking down, I saw that must have made myself hot cocoa because it was freezing in my apartment. I looked at the thermostat from where I was standing and it was fine. Strange.

Why do I feel so hollow? Must be the after-effects of being sick. I saw drops of water fall into my mug and belatedly realized that I was crying. I wiped my face with the back of my hand. I felt so sad and depressed. My heart ached. My head throbbed. Perhaps I wasn’t over my cold after all. I went into my medicine cabinet and took out a bottle of pain relievers and drank it down and placed the mug on the counter.

I looked at the mug and suddenly felt homesick. Weird. I’ve been living on my own for a while now. What is this feeling?

I look towards the glass enclosures to the patio and into the night … feeling like I was being watched and feeling protected for some reason. Perhaps I would feel better after another day of resting. The sun would be up soon.*

Vishous: I dematerialised under the street lamp opposite Jane's apartment. Watching. I felt like a stalker but I didn't fucking care. All I wanted was to give back her memories and to be inside of her.

[I watched as The Primal #Phury left my chambers after summoning me to the Brotherhood mansion to provide sustenance for one of the Brothers. It has been many years since #Layla and #Selena were requested to feed the Brothers as they were all mated from what I understood so our services were rarely needed except for the trainees so I was surprised and nervous at the request. I immediately took a bath and as I stood there I contemplated how different this bath compared to the Sanctuary pools where The Chosen cleansed themselves. #Cormia and the others had explained how everything worked, the different soaps, smells and bubbles. I particularly enjoyed the essential oils when they were heated from the water temperature. Since I was to feed a Brother, I decided to dress in my traditional white robes as I felt that would be more traditionally appropriate. As I finally completed my preparations for my summons, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the King’s manse and then to the PT suites where my presence was requested. I relaxed my thoughts and let my molecules fly from the #Sanctuary to the #Otherside.]

Rhage: As soon as the female had left, it had felt like a part of me was missing. It wasn't something I was used to and I wasn't entirely sure it was something I wanted. Hands on my hips, I shook my head and looked down at the ground, searching for something. Meaning. Answers. Anything, really. Hell, even a drink.

With nothing else doing, I immediately returned the manse and decided to wear myself out. Hours passed by, the repetitive thud-thud-thud of my fists and the bags made everything fade away enough that I could breathe. By the time I crawled into bed, my muscles were like rocks, acid buildup burning in a deliciously painful way.

No sooner had I woken than my cell went off. There was trouble. It was the Cop and Vishous and from what I could hear over the line, it was a fucking mess. It was better than sitting around, thinking about a female I'd never see again so I was gone again, joining in the fight.

Outnumbered, as almost always was the case, the fight took a bad turn. I fought to hold control of myself but it wasn't doing me any good. A lucky hit from the lesser pissed me off to just the right amount and I felt it start.

I blacked out.

When I came to, I felt like I was dying. My stomach was bloated like the beast had devoured each and every lesser around. My skin was stretched taught, my insides let like they could explode any moment. It didn't matter how carefully they drove or how gently they tried to carry me inside, I swore those fuckers were purposefully trying to hit every bump and pothole, trip and knock me into everything they could find. I couldn't even remember when they finally had me in my bed, I only knew it was dark and quiet and it barely took the edge off my misery. @Mary_Tohrture

Mary: *I began to worry about the ride inside this blacked out Mercedes with #JohnMatthew. I was along for the ride to be a translator for #JohnMatthew for some kind of training program he was being offered.

We arrived at some kind of underground parking lot and I was surprised to be escorted by very large scary looking men and we followed behind a butler who looked to be in his seventies through some hallways into what looked like a classroom. One of the men had short black hair and intense dark navy blue eyes the other, looked familiar with brown hair and spoke with South Boston accent and wore a baseball cap. Both were immensely tall, well over six feet each. I would have been scared shitless if not for the butler and his casual yet professional demeanor. Plus there was a black cat with green eyes roaming in the halls. Can’t be that bad … if these men tolerated a cat, right?

After a few hours of translating for #JohnMatthew about various things about his origin and a bracelet, I was given a break and walked into the hallway with a cup of water. I was reading a bulletin board tacked with various sheets of postings of schedules, classes and times.*

Ok, this place is a school. Good. *I whispered relieved at the knowledge that I hadn’t led #JohnMatthew astray when I heard a shuffling from down the corridor.* @VeiledViolence

Rhage: An hour spend in absolute misery, with pain so mind-numbingly constant and persistent that you could feel it pulsate with every beat of your heart, feel it sinking into your very bones and becoming part of who you are, could feel like centuries. I couldn’t wiggle a fucking toe without feeling it in the crown of my skull. I couldn’t lift an eyelid to peer up at the darkened ceiling without wanting to puke my guts up. The beast within had retreated as far back as he could go, giving me little comfort or joy in dealing with the consequences of his arrival on the scene at the slaughter of Lessers earlier in the evening. Silence filled my room, wrapping its warm and gentle embrace around my body, stomach still massively distended.

Somewhere in the fog of my mind, still slowly coming to grips with what had happened and doing its best to not fill in the blanks, I heard it. A faint, melodious whisper that felt like a sweet caress of my cheek. I even turned my head, my ear directed more in the direction of where the sound had come from. It was so faint that, even with my spectacular hearing, I couldn’t quite discern from where the sound came.

What truly surprised me was the way the beast stilled. No longer recognizing pain and agony, no longer itching to get out again, the beast listened to me. I swear it cocked its head to the side all too similar to the way my own head was. But an empty silence was all I heard, all we heard. The sound had disappeared. Moved farther away? If that were the case, I needed to get up and find it again.

That was when the beast stirred, agreeing with my own conclusion. So, despite the pain it caused, I shifted my legs and swung them over the edge of my bed, forcing myself to sit up. It took everything I had to keep control of my limbs, to not fall forward and land on my face, in a heap of muscle, skin, and bone that someone would eventually have to come and clean up for me. Sitting there, I stared at the closed door of my room, silently pleading for The Sound to come back, to give me some indication of where to go, where to follow, where to find it and bury myself in it. @Mary_Tohrture

Mary: *Looking down the hall I saw a large shadow stumbling down the hall using the walls as support. He was only wearing leather pants and was even barefooted. Perhaps he was injured? I walked towards the shadow make it further towards me and as the hall lights hit his visage from the side… and … I could actually feel my jaw slacken.

He was absolutely beautiful. Like Hollywood beautiful, silver screen, modeling career, poster child for advertisements handsome. He well over 6 feet, big boned and thickly muscled. Thick wavy blond hair, golden skin and then oh my God, he looked up at me … thick eyelashes, great nose and perfect lips and then the eyes. They were a gorgeous iridescent electric teal-blue eyes. Nothing like I have ever seen. Almost animated like but they were not focused on me, it was as if they weren’t focused at all.

I was so focused in studying the specimen of a man that I didn’t realize the dangerous aura he exuded but I instantly learned my mistake as a strong hand struck out like a speed of a cobra, and in one instant had a choke hold on my neck and lifted me easily off the floor and against the wall. My head hit the hard surface with a bang and pain radiated as if a hit my funny bone but throughout my body exhibiting his physical power and strength.* @VeiledViolence

Rhage: From somewhere deep within, I watched as if through a dirty window as I reached out, my hand fully encompassing her throat with ease, lifting her and pinning her against the wall. The Beast was hungry but had yet to decide just what it wanted to devour most. I could see the pain she was in and it caused an echoing pain inside me. With all the power left to me, I forced the Beast back, but barely, lowering her to her feet but still pinning her to the wall. I leaned in, not sure what I was going to do. Drink? Bite? Attack? Instead, I bounced my forehead off the wall, the sharp crack enough to bring me back to the surface of reality if only to gasp for a much needed breath. I squeezed my eyes shut, the close proximity to her revealing a scent that seemed vaguely familiar, but it was the soft whimper that tore through me.

“Speak,” I ordered, desperation thick in my voice.

The simple sound of that whimper had sent a blissfully mind numbing sense of calm through me and I was suddenly desperate for it.

“Speak!”

It didn’t dawn on me that my hand was still tight around her throat, probably making it difficult for her to do much more than stand there in panic. But I couldn’t make myself respond to that more than a slight loosening of my fingers. @Mary_Tohrture

Mary: *His voice thundered as it echoed in the hallways, ringing in my ears. His huge hand encompassed my throat in a tight hold, I could barely breathe and tried to swallow. A hard body was pressed up against me, preventing me from moving or escaping, my anxiety was skyrocketing. Who is he? What the hell?

My name … my name is Mary … Mary Luce. *I managed to get out once he loosens his grip enough for me to talk. I could feel him stop breathing … he was so close that I could notice. But he didn’t respond so I tried again.”

My name is Mary, I’m here with Bella … we were invited. *Still nothing. Why wasn’t he letting me go? Was something wrong? He looked glazed over … was he on something?*

You don’t look well. Do you need a doctor? *He began to sway on his feet and I started to panic. Maybe he was on something. I had no idea what was going on here. I tried pushing against him to get him to let me go, I could get one of those other guys from the room with #JohnMatthew to help this guy.* @VeiledViolence

Rhage: Tension had coiled so deeply inside me that I felt like I could spring through the wall if something didn’t happen soon. As soon as her mouth opened, though, I froze. Expectation filled every cell of my body, waiting for that sound again. Waiting for that feeling that I couldn’t quite identify yet to wash over and through me. And then she did it. She did what I wanted and spoke. Each syllable out of her mouth had the coiled tension deep within loosen and ease. It was a strange sensation, but it felt so incredibly amazing. If I could describe the sound in my head, it was the Beast cooing in pleasure, goosebumps breaking out down my arms and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck rising up in an electric shock that was wickedly hot and icy cold at the same time. More, was all I could think. More, more, more.

More of her. Her voice. Her body, fuck … I became painfully aware of how close I was to her, I could feel each curve of her body, soft flesh pressed up against my harder body, and getting harder. That … could be embarrassing if I were someone else. Instead, I had a deep instinct to plant myself deep inside her, claim her as mine in every sense of the word. It took every last decent thread of instinct I had to hold back and not take her right there in the hallway, as painful as my cock found the idea of not sliding inside her to be. And then the realization that I still had my hand wrapped around her throat broke through that fog of inner turmoil and I let go like I’d been holding the very sun in my palm, skin burning from where I’d touched her.

I backed away to the other side of the hallway, vaguely aware of voices approaching and heavily booted footsteps echoing off the halls. Of course, someone had to have seen what I just did to this woman on the security feeds. Fuck!

“I …” I stammered, not knowing how to excuse myself. I wouldn’t do it again? Yes, I would. I was sorry? No, not really. I needed her to understand? Definitely.

I glanced up, fighting the beast back to try and regain more control over my own body, meeting her frightened gaze. That hurt more than anything, surprisingly. I had a deep-seated need to not scare her, to make her happy and put a smile on those luscious lips that … Fuck … As the voices grew closer, I started to back away, slowly and forcefully moving my feet back and away from the woman. Mary. My Mary. Not my Mary. Not yet. Retreating wasn’t in my nature, but I did it anyway, putting more space between us so I didn’t do something stupid. Something -else- stupid. @Mary_Tohrture

Mary: *The hallway was so warm all of a sudden, his body was pushed to mine as he held me against the wall. I continued to struggle but as I tried to shove him off me, it created a delicious friction between us. I took a deep breath as he loosened his hand. /Be careful what you ask for/, as I remember how I had always dreamed of having a man be enthralled by me. This was not what I was expecting, it was so overwhelming. Sex was seeping from this man’s pores and I could feel the lethal power that he could wield from squeezing my neck.

Then he purred and I could the vibrations through my body and I could feel the hard ridge of his manhood and unexpectedly all the tension eased out of me. I tried and failed not to wonder what it would feel like if he were inside of me.

But before I could get lost into any more inappropriate daydreams, he let me go and backed away from me like I somehow electrocuted him. My heart was thudding in my ears as I sagged against the wall to catch my breath that I didn’t even hear the voices walking towards us until they right beside me. I look up and it was the big guy dressed in leathers with the military haircut and a shrewd navy-blue eyes.* @VeiledViolence

Rhage: I stared down Tohr, ignoring the knowing look the male shot at me. The only problem was he didn’t know the full extent of what I was dealing with. I’m sure I looked like I was ready to attack the female leaning against the wall opposite me, but the opposite was true. Something inside me, some basic need and instinct screamed at me to stand between her and my Brother, to protect her at all costs. The downside to that was the beast inside me was raging for something else entirely, to dispatch Tohr and take the female back to my room and prove to her that she belonged to me and no one else.

The two voices battled inside my mind while I tried to pay attention to the threats being leveled at my by Tohr. Like I would hurt Mary? I’d kill myself, step into the brightest fucking ray of sunshine, before I could even fathom such a thing. The idea pissed me off so much that my hand shot out and grabbed Tohr by his tight-fitting black shirt, my fist pulling and stretching the material as I forced the male forward until we were practically nose to nose.

“The next time you make assumptions about my intentions or Mary’s, I’ll eat you for breakfast and use your fucking bones to pick my teeth clean afterwards,” I hissed, searching the male’s dark eyes for signs of understanding. There was no way I’d harm a hair on the female’s head. Ever.

I wasn’t a fool, though. I saw Wrath approaching from behind Tohr, the large male’s loping gait covering the distance from the end of the hall to us in minimal time. I didn’t want to deal with this now. Not in front of Mary. Not while I was still recovering from the beast’s feast. I stepped back, turning on my heels to return to my room but not before casting one last glance to Mary, my eyes softening and a hint of smile tugging at the corner of my mouth at the picture she presented there, haloed by the white of the wall behind her. @Mary_Tohrture

Mary: *I watched as the man slowly walked away down the hall, my hands were against the wall to leverage me against the wall to keep from falling flat on my face after that unexpectant encounter. My heart was finally slowing to a normal rate as the tall one with the crew cut started swearing. Well … I thought it was swearing … he was speaking a different language. European? Hungarian? Then he turned to me and asked.* “Are you alright?” *I took a deep cleansing breath and replied.*

I’m fine. Just wondering what that was all about. *Shaking my head to clear the lust that filled my body. I followed the man back into the room back to #JohnMatthew where the questions start over and got stranger and stranger as I translated for him. Before long, we were finally finished and taken back to the Mercedes. The tall one stopped me suddenly and waved his hand across my face …

… *I wake with a jolt—disorientated. Have I been asleep? I open my eyes, feeling groggy and finding myself on the couch.* What the hell? *Where’s #JohnMatthew? I remember talking with Bella about some training pro ... * Fuck! *A searing pain hit between my eyes like a monstrous migraine on steroids. The pain was so staggering that I fell back onto the cushions. What the hell was happening? We were just at some center ... * Ahhhh … *Another jolt of agony pierced my head that it was hard to breathe. Maybe I’m coming down with the flu. I tried to steady my breathing and it seemed to help. I cleared my mind of all thoughts except creating a shopping list of things I need to buy if I was truly getting the flu. Tissues, medicine, hot tea, honey, heat pad, orange juice … and steadily the pain dissipated to a slow dull. I slowly stand and make my way to the kitchen to see if I have most of the list and at least found the meds and orange juice. Eating and drinking the items, I make my way upstairs to my bedroom.

Maybe I just need some sleep to get over this. I pull my covers back and get into bed and cover my body with both the duvet and blanket and snuggled deep inside them to fall back to sleep.* @VeiledViolence

Rhage: I knew they would wipe Mary’s memory. Knew it was probably for the best but I couldn’t fight the feeling that it was wrong. I wanted her to remember me, to know my name, to smile in my direction and shine a light into the darkness for me. For me alone. Tohr, Wrath, all of them had spent wasted time on me, trying to convince me that I should leave Mary alone and forget her, to essentially wipe her from my own mind. What they didn’t understand, what I barely understood myself, was that the beast inside me, the beast I did my best to keep contained for as long as possible, craved Mary, too. It craved the peace the woman seemed to bring with her with her simple presence.

Rhage: He left the club behind, skin crawling and blood nearly boiling with a need that not even the most willing of females could come close to satisfying. As tall as he was, it was easy enough to hide in the shadows of the alleys, his heavy booted feet, blades hidden in the tips, splashed through puddles of refuse. The sickeningly sweet stench filling the air was a mixture of piss, trash, stagnant water, and body odor. Yeah, it was easy to see where that was coming from, a few bodies huddled together behind a dumpster ahead, using the flipped-open lid as protection from the light drizzle that fell. Beyond that, though, he caught the scent of sex, the sounds of two bodies grinding against each other almost lost to the sudden onslaught of heavy street traffic behind him. He didn’t bother looking for the couple, no need to tempt his beast or cause the prostitute to lose her john and the cash he held.

Buildings rose up on either side of him, the brick facades glistening and slick in the light rain and seemingly twinkling light the stars that shown in the skies overhead. He sought that familiar smell, that familiar fight, anything that would promise a fight to slake his thirst. So far, though, he was coming up empty. Humans, humans, and a few rats here and there were all he found, the alley opening up into another street. The foot traffic was a little lighter and he found himself wandering the sidewalks until he reached the park at the heart of the city. The thick scent of fresh cut grass still clung to the area, the rain growing heavier and turning the dirt into mud beneath his feet.

He didn’t care, though. He didn’t hesitate to trek through the first of many puddles gathering, water sluicing down the back of his neck and down the collar of his shirt. The heavy leather of his jacket protected him for the most part, the dark opaque sunglasses perched on his nose keeping his eyes and focus sharp. The rain masked that putrid scent of baby powder, not catching his attention until it was almost too late. He turned his head just in time to see the knife buzzing past his left cheek, the sound of it in his ear as he ducked down and away. Spinning around, he kicked out, sweeping the feet out of the lesser that jumped out at him. The pale white skin seemed to glow in the dark, helped along undoubtedly by the sheen of water coating him. With a casual flick of his wrist, he brought the blade down, striking his target easily enough.

Too easy. Not even a fight, really. He growled in frustration, standing up as he tucked his blade away.

In the few seconds the not-fight lasted, the rain had stopped, the sudden silence in the world around him giving him pause as an eerie sensation ran up his spine. Baby powder. Lots of it, the area suddenly reeked of it. Was it carried to him on the wind? He turned in that direction, narrowing his eyes as he scanned the area. His preternatural ears picked up the sounds of heavy feet sloshing through muddy ground, and that eerie feeling was back.

He followed his instincts and turned to start walking in that direction, doing his best to keep his steps light as he sought to sneak up on whatever and whoever had his senses all firing at peak power.

Mary: *Tying my semi thin jacket closed and putting up the hood as I make my way up the stairs from the parking lot and out into the cold air. It was about ten at night, the start of my volunteer shift at the suicide hotline. I walked across the dark lonely streets as I walk towards the direction of the building that housed Caldwell’s Suicide Hotline that was run by mainly volunteers trying to help those in need and make a difference in the world. I liked volunteering there … it kept me busy and thinking of others and not leaving me to my own thoughts about my own pathetic life. I was single, alone and a workaholic. I worked at a law firm as a secretary. Nothing fancy, nothing great … presumably a boring mediocre job. I was looking for something else. But I didn't know what I was looking for.

It was still drizzling rain as my way over across the pavement, the water sloshing into my cheap flats from Target seeping the cold and wetness into my skin. I wished I had some leather rain boots to keep me warm and dry, but I could barely afford to pay the electricity bill to keep my cottage warm and food in the fridge on my salary. Especially after all of mom’s hospital bills but she was comfortable and at peace when she passed and that’s all that mattered to me. It’s just another obstacle in what was called life. I was hoping for the best and tried to stay positive.

I was ducking between the alleys of the building when I came across a small group of men. I hurried along trying to stay close to the street lights as I prayed they hadn’t noticed me. I could hear their low voices discussing drugs, money, guns … I pressed on knowing that eavesdropping would not be seen as an accident and ignorance was bliss. But I barely got around the corner of the building when I hurt running footsteps and felt the grab of an arm around my waist as I heard the banter.*

“Did that bitch hear our deal?” One said.

“Not so fast, chica … what did you hear?” He spoke into my ear as I felt him pull me into the group and moved his arms around mine.

*I could barely make out the words over the thundering of my heart. I tried to think of a response at the same time as a way out of this mess.* I didn’t hear anything. Nothing at all. Ok?

*I tried to struggle my way out of the stranger's arms and even used the heel of my foot and step on his, but he was wearing heavy boots and it just slipped off into the ground causing a sting to go up my leg. Fuck! Damn my shoes! I tried to elbow him in the ribs but his arms were too tight around my arms. My adrenaline was kicking into overdrive as I fought my way against being robbed or worse .. rapped. It was odd … as my brain got into fight or flight mode … I smelled a sickly sweet scent like baby powder? What the hell?*

Rhage: [He could feel a ripple of excited energy course through him and knew the Beast was only just beginning to wake up. The smell of baby powder grew stronger, followed by the muffled sounds of an argument. The voices were almost jovial in nature, but the menace and lethality that flowed just beneath the surface was unmistakable.

His heavy, booted foot sloshed down in a small puddle, water splashing out in each direction, along with the sucking of the mud as he took another step. Another step, another puddle, the branches of trees and bushes adding their own cacophony of water droplets splashing down overhead. With all his weapons still tucked away, he reached up with the back of his arm and pushed a particularly branch out of his way, and from the corner of his eye, closer towards the paved path that wound its way through the park, he saw them. Just a small group, there were six of them, and in the middle of the little Kumbaya circle, they held a woman.

From what he overheard, the lessers were interrogating the woman, the possibility of her having overheard something seemed to be piquing their interest. He couldn’t quite tell if it was real or just put on for show, a lure to frighten someone away and make the game of Cat And Mouse that much more appealing to them. Not that he’d ever known the lessers to be smart enough for something like that, though. Meanwhile, he’d managed to close in on them, hanging in the shadows of the plant life all around him, the constant drops of water still falling down through the leaves working to his advantage and hiding the tiny splashes he couldn’t quite stop as he took each painstakingly measured step.

As the words in the conversation became clearer, he could hear the woman tell the lessers she hadn’t heard anything. Not that they cared, he figured, given they were more concerned with other things besides a possible set of loose lips. He stepped out of the shadows the moment he saw her struggle, the flash of blade catching his eye in the streetlight.]

She said she didn’t hear anything, assholes. Maybe you should move on.

[He knew he had to be careful around the woman. Human, he couldn’t risk her getting hurt or seeing the fight … if he could help it. He moved in quickly, coming up behind the lesser holding the woman, and wrapped his arm around the guy’s neck, pulling him back and forcing his spine to bend in an unnatural way. Without a care in the world, he let the body fall to his feet, his hand darting out to grab the woman by her arm and pull her back out of the way.]

Run!

[One word was all he could afford, urging her on the way with a gentle shove that belied the ferocity brimming just beneath the surface. With the flick of his wrist, his blade slid down out of the sleeve of his heavy leather duster and the fight was on.]

Mary: *I struggled helplessly against the guy holding me, but his hold was too strong, none of my self defense training could help me against brute force. My fear was taking over as my calculated chances of survival dwindled. Suddenly, I heard someone try to intervene. Thank God! The guys let me go and then I heard the command to run. I ran as fast as I could but I felt another arm grabbed my purse and then using it to pull me closer to get his arm around my neck as one of others grabbed a hold of me. Another one tried to grab my arm so two of them held me on tight, tugging at my upper body and arms, I had to stop struggling in order to not pull my arms out of my sockets. I was able to watch the newcomer, a flash of leather and blonde hair moving incredibly fast, as he grabbed one guy after another fighting them all on his own. He was violent, calm and deadly. The men holding me also were so surprised that their holds laxed and I was able to break free as they ran and joined this brethren against the lone fighter. I ran a bit to get out of arm’s reached and I went into my jacket pocket so I could find my phone and dial 911. I kept looking up to check on my savior and as my hand grabbed hold of my phone I watched in horror as he snapped one of the men’s neck.*

Hey!! Oh my God! What the are you doing?! *The guy laid lifeless at a weird angle and I dropped everything and ran towards the body to double check and then without warning I felt someone grab me by the hair causing me to fall hard on the ground and my arms were seized and I was being dragged away. I screamed as I felt the pain of the impact and the hot scrapping of the pavement as they dragged me across the grass onto the sidewalk and into the street. Then a figure leaped into the air and landed on the back on the man dragging me away and I saw a gleam of silver as I watched a blade go into the man’s sternum and then a flash and pop! As my eyes adjusted back after the explosion of light … there was nothing there.*

What the … *I got to my feet as best I could, hald crawling and half kneeling trying to run from the whole scene … I had no idea what the hell was going on. But I knew I needed to get out of here. I ran towards the lights of the streets. And then he appeared in front of me out of nowhere. I skidded to a halt, confused and scared as my knees gave away.*

Rhage: [The fight was barely enough to take the edge off his insatiable hunger, the beast bristling under the surface to escape. The woman, who didn’t seem to be able to run fast enough to get away the first time, took off again, drawing the attention of the last couple of lessers. The bastards were dumb enough to turn their backs on him to go for her, which was offensive in a way that grated on his non-existent nerves.

Before he could even discern the difference, the fight changed from merely saving a human from the clutches of the lessers, saving her and her soul … it became something else entirely. The beast within lashed out through him, a fierce possessiveness breaking through the surface. A strange sensation coursed through him at the sound of her voice, which finally broke through the blood lust. Like a beacon drawing him near, the closer he got, the more the beast sensed the danger she was in.

And was far from tolerable of it.

With a fierce growl, a neck snapped, a body fell, and chase occurred. In a blur that he barely recognized, he was on top of the last lesser, his blade sinking home through the center of his chest and the puff of gold dust evaporating under him. He didn’t have time to waste, though. He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he needed to get to her. He just hadn’t figured out why. Whether it was to pull her into his arms and somehow into himself and make sure she was safe or if it was simply to make sure she didn’t do something foolish like call the human police, he couldn’t quite tell. Either way, when he stood in front of her, chest heaving from the exertion of his battle, all he could do was stare for a moment.

Words didn’t escape him long when he took a single step forward, eyes scanning down her body to her hands where. Empty, he could’ve sworn there had been a phone at one point. He’d have to retrace their steps, make sure no phone call had gone through. No text or anything else, for that matter.

And then, two little words wrapped around him like a lover’s caress. His gaze snapped back up to meet hers, pupils dilating like the hunter who’d just cornered his prey and was getting ready to pounce.]

Say that again.

[Half order, half plea, he suddenly felt drunk with a need he’d never felt before. He couldn’t make sense of it. Didn’t want to. Something inside screamed out for him to take her, to bury himself inside her until he’d found a place to call home again.]

Mary: *I was kneeling on the ground trying to catch my breath as I watched the man looking at me. Well ... analyzing me it seemed as he looked me over from head to toe. Perhaps he was high his eyes were dilated and he was breathing heavily as he started to stalked towards me.

He was huge … built, big-boned and thickly muscled … I mean I just watched him kill those guys. He has cerulean blue eyes that were focused on me. He was dangerously handsome … like he belonged in the movies not standing in front of me. Thick wavy blond hair is short in the back and longer in the front and he had his lashes were thick and he has a great nose and his lips were perfect with a chiseled jaw with golden skin. Seriously … sexy. I shook my head … what the fuck is wrong me? He was a killer.

As he stepped towards me, I fell back on my ass and and I crab walked backwards on the pavement attempting to get away. My hands getting scratched on the gravel and dirt preventing me from escaping as he kept coming towards me. I stretched my arm forward in a poor attempt to stop him from killing me. My adrenaline was pumping in my veins *

Say what? That I just watched you kill those guys!!

*I finally found purchase and I got up quickly looking for my phone that I dropped to finish dialing the CPD. But it was nowhere to be found. I looked around trying to ignore the huge shadow following me … unfortunately he was hard to ignore.*

Rhage: Anything. Say anything.

[For the love of the Scribe Virgin herself, the sensation that tickled his skin and seeped in through every pore to caress his very soul, he couldn’t get enough of it. The Beast within craved another note, another syllable, another sigh from her. Even as she retreated, he kept moving forward. Like a moth to a flame, he knew somewhere at the back of his mind that it was to his own peril, but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

Even when she was back up on her feet, her back turned to him as she looked all around for her phone, he craved more. Distracted as she was in her search, he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. In a lover’s embrace, one arm was around her midsection, hand splayed over her abdomen to keep her from escaping. His other arm curled up, fingers tracing the delicate column of her neck, his thumb expertly tucking up under her chin to tilt her head up and back. He leaned his head down, brushing the tip of his nose against her exposed flesh, inhaling her sweet scent until he was absolutely drunk with it. He hadn’t a care in the world, and the oddest /need/ to keep her. Protect her.]

Speak. [He breathed against her neck, lips brushing her warm skin only to awaken a desire so strong it had his blood singing in his ears.] Please. [Pleading for her to speak even another word, the world was forgotten, her struggles ignored.]

Mary: *I suddenly felt strong arms come around as he pulled me towards him. I struggled at first but then his hand was warm even through the layer of cotton of my shirt while his other hand found purchase on my neck. I remembered how easily he snapped the neck of one of those men and held very still in fear. I could feel my pulse against his hand as I felt a soft caress of his … nose? I heard him inhale … was he smelling me? What the fuck? Then I heard his low timbre as I could actually feel his request against my back as his voice vibrated in his chest … almost as if he were purring.*

Look … uh ... sir? I won’t say anything, ok? Just let me go.

*I could feel his hand spanned across my entire neck easily encompassing it almost fully in the palm of his hand. I could feel the calluses on his hand from what I could only assume were years of fighting and hard labor. Probably years of killing people. I try to wiggle my way out of his arms as he seemed distracted by something as was not holding me as firmly. But as I moved all I could feel … was ...  /him/. Instantly I felt warm and flush and my mind went blank as I could feel his large hard body against my back.*

Rhage: [The more she moved in his arms, the more he responded. He couldn’t fight it. Couldn’t stop it, not that he wanted to. The two separates parts of himself wanted to buried so deeply inside her that the line of demarcation between her and him became blurred by a passionate need. And it was a need. The beast inside him craved her in a way nothing had ever tempted it before.

And when he knew she could tell exactly what she did to him, he swore he could feel her respond, maybe grow a degree warmer herself. It was only when he battled the will of the beast back, knowing he wouldn’t and couldn’t take her without her consent that he could finally release his hold on her. He knew he must look insane, must be scaring the absolute shit out of her. Hell, he was scaring the shit out of himself. He felt drunk, between the fight and the lust that lingered just below the surface, he felt like he wasn’t in control of his own body.

He stumbled back a single step, forcing his arms to drop down to his sides, to let her go despite every fiber of his being screaming at him to keep her and bring her home.]

I didn’t mean to … scare you.

[He was breathing hard, practically panting as he fought to remain in control. Clenching his fists, it was all he could do to keep from reaching out for her again.]

Run …

[Whether he was speaking to her or to himself, even he didn’t know. But, before he could let the beast win and take control of his body, before he risked shifting into that monstrous form, he turned and fled, but not before taking a deep breath to let her intoxicating scent fill his head.]

Mary: *I was released from his arms, his nearness washed through me like an ice-hot rush. My stomach felt like it plummeted to my feet. Or at least a bit lower, between my legs … I had a sudden age I couldn't begin to understand.

The tension in his body was apparent and I tilted my head slightly at his failed attempted at an apology about my fear but instead his body showed signs of holding on barely by a thread. From the heavy breathing to the clenched fists, his focus solely on me … almost as if he was going to explode any moment. It was unnerving. So, I took his command to run to heart and turned to run towards the parking lot to get to my car. My blood pumping clearly from fear but in the back of my mind I knew that I was attracted to the man. Embarrassing as it was to feel arousal during an inopportune moment. I forgot all about the phone and my missing purse. I could replace the phone, credit cards … they were pretty much maxed out anyways and I only had a few dollars. I was barely making ends meet so the purse was inconsequential to getting away from this crazy and dangerous situation.

The night air was cold, I fumbled with the keys since my hands were shaking so badly as my adrenaline was coursing through my veins that I dropped the keys twice before finally being able to open the door. Suddenly a felt a whoosh of air around me and gasped in surprise.*

Rhage: [The fight for control was brought to a whole new level as he watched her run away from him. There was a part of him that wanted to go after the woman and protect her, see her home, hold her … and then there was the other part of him that craved the satisfaction of destroying each of the Lessers that had dared laid a hand on her. He stood there, fists clenched, grinding his teeth and using the pain to ground himself, to give himself something to focus on other than the base need the beast was trying to embrace.

That small bit of clarity that aching pain brought to his jaw also brought a dawning realization. With that realization came a sudden wave of focused calm. He glanced around the small clearing, the sidewalk running through it, and the pool of light from the streetlamp over head. Muddy footprints filled the area, a few of the deeper ones pooled with water from the light drizzle of rain. As clear as if he’d taken a picture with a camera, he swore he remembered the woman with a purse in her hand, the metallic chain of the strap flashing in the streetlight. But, she didn’t have it with her when she ran off as he’d told her.

In a mere instant, a slew of scenarios played out before his eyes. One of the lessers had managed to snag her purse, had her wallet with her ID and her address. They could show up at any time, during the daylight hours, and finish whatever sadistic game they’d started here in the park. They could rob her blind and screw her life up. Hurt her. Kill her. Things that wouldn’t let him have a moment’s peace for the rest of his existence.

Just like that, he disappeared, reappearing in the shadows just behind her. He watched her open her car door and he was tempted to step up and force his way in and to drive her home. He was such a fool. If any of the Brothers were around, bore witness to this, he’d be the laughing stock. Instead, he managed to hold back from such insipid measures. He stepped up behind her, still standing within the shadows, and took a deep breath before reaching out and pulling himself from her memories. He left her with just enough to scare her, having barely escaping a mugging hoping it would encourage to hurry on her way home.

When he was finished, he drew back, watching her for just a moment, waiting for her to drive off and leave him behind.]

Mary: *I suddenly felt a wave come over me … wait … where am I? I looked around, alone now. Crap. I should just go home and call in sick. I’m not feeling well. Thank God those guys only took my purse and ran. It could have been so much worse, I just need to get out of here. I can replace things. I wondered if I should place a police report … but seriously it's Caldwell … I’m sure they have bigger problems than petty theft.