#sof beckett

Beckett: had found that the largest perk of being a vampire was smelling blood. Which tended to allow him to know when someone else was in his house. Kicking in the door, Beckett looked around for a moment, allowing the smell of blood to wash over him. Grabbing an empty bottle of whiskey, he brought it to his nose. The smell wasn't Mara's girly scent. It was stronger, different. Did Mara find me a treat? It didn't matter. She wasn't meant to have left the house. He gave her rules for a reason. Rules were meant to be followed. But if she did bring him a little gift then he did think about going easier on her. Kicking a random bottle of vodka across the floor, Beckett followed the rich smell of AB+ blood, vanilla and grey goose. When he turned the corner, Beckett felt the bottle that he'd been holding in his hand shatter into pieces, piercing his flesh. "What the fucking hell do you think you're doing? Dogs are meant to stay outside, not go and find random boys to fuck." He hissed. The anger in his voice sounded like Mara had started WW3. "Now, are you going to slice up your little boy toy or are you going to make me get my hands dirty?"

Mara had gasped when she saw those eyes. That eyes that gave her such a horrifying sense of fear and made her feel frightened, afraid, but also in love as well. At the end of the day, it didn't matter what Beckett did---she was in love with him. Mara gulped and looked to the random boy, who was hurriedly grabbing his pants and putting his shirt and jacket on. "Go, go, go!" She slurred and he heard him leave, slamming the door behind him. Mara turned to Beckett and stumbled into him, drunkenly. "D-Don't be so mad, please. It wasn't a big deal. He...was nice." That was all she could say. He was nice. She hadn't even know his name, but Mara truly was becoming the whore Beckett had made her think she was. "I'm a whore, Beckett," She shrugged, tears in her eyes. "I'm doing what whores do." She picked up a bottle of Beckett's vodka from the floor, some of it left and she began to chug it down and put it on the coffee table. "I'm sorry...I'll clean up the mess." She whispered, pathetically.

Beckett: smiled and ran his finger through his hair. "It's okay my darling. I should have expected this. You're a whore. But I thought you knew better. You're my whore, not his. Mine. No one else. How dare you think that you'd be allowed to be with someone else. Because you're not." Pausing, Beckett waited for his words to skin in. Mara didn't seem to understand what he was saying. "Darling, my darling Mara, it means that I am going to have to punish you. And you disobeyed so many orders, so this will hurt. A lot. And I'm not sorry because you deserve this, you knew I'd do it. You knew that I would need to punish you." Taking Mara's smooth hand in his bloodied one, Beckett smiled sadly and said. "Now, I can try to make this painless if you want to cooperate or will I need to break out the wolfsbane? I got some more the other day just incase." It was true. Ever since Mara had started acting up, Beckett had needed to stock up on the less fun kinds of toys. Sadly, wolfsbane was the one thing that was able to stop Mara whenever she ... got out of control. For a while, he was considering an electric shock collar but decided against it. For now.

Mara let his words sink in, feeling her self worth sinking lower and lower and lower. She sniffled, biting down on her lip as tears silently ran down her pretty pink cheeks. "...I love you, though. Only you...I ju-just wanted to feel better...I was lo-lonely..." She got out, pathetically, bringing her knees to her chest, hiding her face there. "Pl-Please don't...I ca-can't heal already." It was a strange thing, the brain. If one didn't simply believe they deserve to heal, then they didn't. And lately, Mara's wounds weren't healing that much at all. It was only a matter of time before they didn't heal at all. She looked up from her knees and looked into Beckett's gray eyes and shook her head. "...Pl-Please don't hurt me."

Beckett: felt a slight pang inside his chest when Mara whimpered. Licking his lips slowly, Beckett reached out his hand, hoping that Mara would take it and show that she was owning up for her mistake. "It's good that you can't heal. It means that you understand that what you did was wrong." Beckett knew that Mara not being able to fully heal was a mistake. It was a danger, a worry. It means that her big brother Vicky would be able to prove what he'd been doing to her. And while Beckett did actually abuse her, he wasn't going to admit that any time soon. "You know I don't want to do this, but you need it Mara. You need to learn a lesson." He wasn't going to tell her what his plans were but he knew that she'd remember this lesson for the rest of her life. Unlike the other ones, this one was going to leave a life long scar. And not just a mental one.

Mara swallowed hard, looking down and she knew that she deserved this. She knew she did. With her hands shaking, she nodded, looking down at her hands. She got up, taking his hand and refused to make eye contact with him. "...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I love you..." She whimpered, and felt tears silently stream down her hot, pale face. She hadn't eaten in three days, Beckett hadn't fed her and she was weak, not being able to heal. "...I lov-love you...I love you." She felt her tears fall from her cheeks. "Wh-What kind of lesson, han-handsome?" She felt more fear than she had in a while. "...I'm h-hungry...So hu-hungry..." Her already small stomach growled. "Pl-Please...I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I...I know I deserve it, but...so we-weak..."

Beckett: shook his head if to look sad and as if he wanted to help her. "I'll cut you a deal, Mara. Let's see how well you hold up with your punishment and then I'll think about food." Wiping some of the tears from her eyes, Beckett smiled. "You don't, my love. You've been such a bad girl. And you do need to be punished. I'll try to make it hurt less, you're just going to need to be brave." Guiding her from the room, Beckett smiled softly. "How much to do love me, baby girl? Tell me that you're mine. I know you are. You're all mine and everyone needs to know it." Beckett wasn't going to allow her to be with anyone else with out them seeing who she really belonged with. She needed to learn that she was his and if Mara wasn't able to get it into her dumb skull, then he'd burn it into her. Literally.

Mara shook her head. "I do. I love you so much, more than anything. You're the most handsome, most wonderful, amazing man I've ever m-met. I love you more than words could ever say. I'll always love you...I love you so much that there's nothing left." She confessed to him, shaking her head, crying, so afraid of him. What was he going to do to her that was worse than what he has already done? Made her into a slave, beat her until she was a bloody mess on the floor, starved her, controlled her like she were a puppet. How much more? Mara didn't know and she didn't know when she was going to break. Or if she were already broken. Mara swallowed hard as he guided her into the living room, the fireplace brewing there innocently, and she looked to him, with her confused, beautiful blue eyes that were teary. "...Wh-What are you going to do to me?"

Beckett: pressed a small kiss to her lips and pulled away before she could try and steal more from him and distract him from the task at hand. "You'll be fine, my love. You're so strong and brave and I believe that you can do this. I would never do this to you if I didn't think that you wouldn't be able to handle it." Bullshit. "You're a big girl Mara, you can do this. It's just a small little wound. You trust me, right?" Delicately tracing along the edge of her face, Beckett smiled at the blonde. Running his hands through her hair, he placed a small kiss to her head and smiled. "So, my favorite element is fire, what's yours?" Beckett didn't wait for her to respond before he began to trace the words into her flesh with his fingertips. "I want you to never forgot that you're mine, okay?" He said with a seductive smile. He knew that Mara would fall right into his arms and do whatever he wanted. She always did when he smiled like that.

Mara trembled listened closely to his words, kissed back delicately as he kissed her, the feel of his lips against hers heaven to her. She wanted more, she wanted more of her, but he pulled away, stroking her hair and speaking so sweetly to her. She hadn't remembered the last time she was spoken to from him in such a sweet, lovely tone of voice. She swallowed hard, savoring it and nodded as he asked her if she trusted him. She did trust him---she relied on him, like a puppy to its owner. She relied on him so much that there really was nothing left of her. Just a little girl with bright blue eyes that followed Beckett Reed around and eventually, she knew she would just fade into him---but that wouldn't be so bad, would it? Fading into someone was such a romantic idea. And she loved Beckett more than she could ever hope. Maybe he was going to be sweet. Maybe. She narrowed her eyes, though, when he spoke about fire and suddenly, the fingertips on her skin, the fire, it all made sense. Her stomach dropped, with his last words. "...N-NO!" She whimpered out, trying to get away, turning on her heel to run out, but who was Mara Olsen kidding?

Beckett: might have thought about stopping if he had a soul but lucky for him that he didn't. Standing up slowly, he looked at the fragile blonde. "You're wasting energy, you're not going to be able to get away." Calmly walking over to her, Beckett ran his fingers through his through his messy hair and laughed. She wasn't going to get away. He was going to brand her, she was his and everyone needed to know that. Everyone. Frankly, Beckett couldn't care less that Mara's brothers suspected that he was abusing her, and if they saw this then they'd know that he really was but he didn't care. He wanted them to know. Everyone needed to know that Mara was his and that she wasn't ever allowed to be with anyone else. "It's not going to hurt Mara baby. I promise you that it won't. You're a big, strong girl. You can handle the heat." Backing Mara into a corner, Beckett whispered softly. "Let the games begin."

Mara felt tears stream down her face, shaking her head rapidly. "Pl-Please...Beckett, no, it'll hurt! Beckett, no!" She whimpered, shaking her head, trembling as he backed her into a corner. She had felt physically sick, horribly sick and she knew there was no way out. "PLEASE! I...I..." She had no others words, no words at all, as she wrestled with him, so weak, so pathetically weak from not eating food. She felt faint, falling into his arms, begging him, pleading with him not to. "PLEASE! I'll...I'll do whatever you w-want, just not this, just NOT this! BECKETT!" She began to sob, her lip trembling so badly, her cries so bad she couldn't speak. Shaking her head, looking at the fire, she cried out, pulling on his shirt to spare her. "N-NO! NO, PLEASE!"

Beckett was timed out 2 days ago

Beckett: ran his fingers over her rib cage like she was a ivory piano. "It won't baby." He said pressing a small kiss to her neck, as he pulled her back towards the fire place, his arms wrapped around her stomach. He could feel it growling as he pulled her bare feet onto the carpet, dropping her by the roasting fire. "Why not? You're a big, strong girl. You can do this, honey. I need you to remember who you really are. You're my girl. Mara Reed." Stroking her blonde hair, Beckett wiped the tears from her eyes and whispered. "You're going to need to be strong and stay as quiet as you can, okay?" It wasn't a question or request. It was a demand. He'd kill her if she didn't stay quiet. Mara was a play thing. He could find some other blonde to play his game. Like Claudia. Or even that strange girl Malia. She was... something. All he needed was hair dye and she could be his new little Mara. Their names even sounded the same. "Can you do that for me, Mara? Can you stay quiet?"

Mara felt so sick at that moment. How was he being so sweet, so charming, and she was reacting to it? She knew, logically in her head, what he was going to do. Brand her. Make her permanently is. And yet, when he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck, it was all over. She melted at his touch, more so because for once it was sweet. It reminded her of before, before she had ruined everything and made him so angry all of the time. Even breathing wrong made him mad and set him off. Mara's lip was trembling, the heat of the fire reaching her as she squirmed like a puppy being picked up and whimpered. The way he was talking to her---like she was a puppy that needed to calm down. Like what he was doing was so normal.Mara Reed. She kept whimpering as he spoke, and looked down, biting down on her lip. "...O-Okay...I'll be qu-quiet.."

Beckett: paused, biting down on his own lip. "Do you not want to be mine, Mara?" Pulling Mara closer to him, so that she was resting in his lap, Beckett reached out and picked up the iron fire poker from it's resting spot. He'd been thinking about this for a while and had been planning this for a while. The burning hot metal lightly touched against the top of Mara's rib cage and when she screamed, Beckett almost rammed it down her throat. "Dammit, Mara. I thought I said to shut the hell up." Gripping his spare hand over her mouth, Beckett grimaced. She promised that she'd be quiet. "You have one more go at being silent before I break out the duct tape." Removing his hand from her mouth, he went back to gripping her ribcage and imprinting the words into her. He'd barely finished the word property when she started to whimper. "I thought I told you to be quiet you worthless whore."

Mara had never in her life felt something as painful before. Not her father's words, her father's abuse, even his electrocutions, the biggest battles she's been in before, none of them held a candle to the intense amount of extricating pain that occurred when that fire poker burnt into the flesh of her skin. She couldn't contain her screams, the squirming, the flinching, the whimpers, her head was going to split from the pain. It was horrifying, her blood curdling screams. It was agonizing, as tears gushed down her cheeks, she couldn't believe what was happening. The mark would be there forever. Property of Beckett Reed. She couldn't contain, but she also couldn't stop apologizing. "I'M SORRY, I"M SORRY! I'M---" Another horrible scream filled the air, blood dripping from her burning flesh, the entire house smelling like burnt flesh. "PLEASE, BECKETT---PLEASE!

Beckett: stopped for a moment so that Mara would be able to catch her breath and he would be able to grab the duct tape from the side table. He should have known better. Mara had always been a screamer. "Stop it." Rolling the gray tape over her perfect lips, Beckett smacked a kiss against the and then said. "Sorry about that, darling. You should have been quiet." Pressing the burner back down into her skin, he began to carve in the final letters. The smell of her flesh was the sweetest smell ever. When he looked at the flawless skin with the beautiful reminder on in, Beckett smiled at her. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Tracing along the hot words, Beckett smiled. It felt like heaven against his finger tips. He wanted her to remember this day forever.

Mara felt the duct tape go over her mouth and at that moment, she wanted to be simply and very much dead. She couldn't breathe, she was sobbing so much, she couldn't breathe at all. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to squirm, to get away, but the damage was already done. He had already finished, the words branded into her forever. She was his. The burning of her flesh were the most agonizing pain she had ever felt, times a thousand, and she couldn't breathe, not for a single moment. She looked up at him and begged him with her muffled cries to stop all of this, but he wouldn't be able to hear her. He wouldn't care if she did, he would only hurt her more. All Mara could do was whimper like a child, so tired of fighting, of kicking, of trying to get free. She couldn't. No matter what. And for the rest of her life, whoever she fell in love with, they wouldn't touch her. No man ever would. They would take her shirt off, while making sweet, gentle love to her, and see the reminder. She was Beckett's. She had been a whore, and someone else had owned her and therefore, no man, no one, besides Beckett, was going to be there for her. He had ruined her for any other guy and in this case, ruined Mara. And all she could do was whimper as the light in her eyes began to fade more and more by the second. She tried to kick him with her leg, weakly, on no food, no water, and the mere fact she had just been tortured, but missed. Beckett had her pinned, and he was of course stronger. No matter how hard she tried, there was no escape.

Beckett: knew that this was the right thing to do was to stop, to stop hurting her because she'd never done anything wrong. But he didn't want to. He loved this. "See, darling? It didn't hurt." Looking at her, he saw that the soft light blue glow that was normally in there had faded. Beautiful. Pushing back some of the hair from her sweaty face, Beckett lightly kissed her on tapped up lips. "Not that bad, was it? You just needed to be quieter." Carefully bending down to kiss the red hot wound, he smiled at it. It was amazing. She'd never be able to get it off, everyone would remember that she was his. Her eyes looked like a water color painting that someone had tried to do but failed because they used the wrong paint. They'd tried to make a wonderful thing using light paints and had used the darkest oil ones. It was like a firework that had gone wrong, it was everything and nothing. She was dying. And it thrilled him. "Stop kicking me, pet. I thought you loved me. Do you not want my attention? Do you want me to ignore you forever? I could do that and find myself a new love. You're just a girl, Mara. I can find someone stronger then you. Someone who really wants my love. Someone who truly deserves it. Someone able to handle the heat."

Mara squirmed still, just a tiny bit, when he had asked her if she wanted his attention still when she kicked him and as she could feel the life force draining out of her. Oh, God. Was she dying? Was this going to be it for her? She wasn't healing, she wasn't at all, and Mara was panicking. Would these things be the last thing she saw, the cold look of Beckett gleaming over her, in his house where he had single handedly beaten her, raped her and starved her, tortured her, and for what? For loving him? She looked into those chocolate eyes and could no longer see the ones she had loved. Instead, they were empty and cold, horrific and terrifying. Mara didn't respond, she had no strength to, as she rolled her head over to the side, looking into the fire. She thought it looked beautiful there, gleaming in her bright blue eyes that were now cold and turning lifeless, draining from her. She watched it ddance around in the heat, not making eye contact with him. Maybe a no response would anger him, but all Mara could do was look into that fire and dream that maybe she could one day dance in the flames, be the flames again.Although it wouldn't happen, because every part of her ached.

Beckett: growled at Mara and ripped the duct tape from her mouth. "Answer me, now." He could feel the anger inside of him. Why wasn't she replying to him? He asked her a question and she wasn't replying. Why? She loved him. And while he didn't love her back, he still wanted her to love him. It wasn't fair. She loved him and all he actually wanted was for someone to love him even though he was unable to love her back. It was horrific what he'd done to her and everything that he planned to do. "Darling, tell me. Or I'll hurt you. If you think that this hurt, believe me, Princess. I can do so much worse. I can make you bleed and cry out for the Gods that won't help you because you're worthless and no one wants you. " Looking at Mara, he watched the way the flames danced her lifeless eyes. It was amazing, the only time that he saw this in someone was when they had died. But somehow, Mara was dead on the inside. But still breathing. It was the aftermath of a storm. She was ruined and he was going to shatter her until she was unable to ever be fixed. Her brothers wouldn't ever be able to fix her. No matter how many how hard they tried, no one would be able to put the shattered pieces of shattered Mara Olsen.

Mara whimpered out in pain when he had ripped the duct tape from her mouth. He had made her look into those dark brown eyes and she couldn't bare to see what had happened to the sweet Beckett she once knew. That kissed her, protected her from those boys at school, held her hand, picked her up from school. Where had he gone? Was he even ever there in the first place? For some reason though, Mara couldn't move her lips to move, her frail, chapped, pale, almost blue lips. She hadn't drank water in almost four days, same with food, and the beatings she had taken---they took everything out of her until she was just like this. Broken and hollow. All there was was her trembling lip and she couldn't respond, her mouth was too dry, she was too weak to move. Her mind was screaming the answer of yes, of course she loved him so much, but all she could do was stare into the flames and watch as he grew increasingly angry. She only let out one soft whimper, and even that hurt.

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Beckett: tightened his jaw and ground his teeth together. "I broke you, Mara Olsen." He said with a twisted smile. "You weren't mine to break but I did it anyways. No one can stop me. I'm going to crush you until you're just little, shattered shards so that no one will ever be able to place you back together." Running his hands along her burned ribs, Beckett began to pull up her shirt. "See, baby?" His voice was softer, like it had been before the fall. "Do you want me to make the pain to go away?" Bringing his lips to trail up her shirt, Beckett skimmed along the smooth and raw skin until he reached her neck and pulled her closer so that he was able to pull the now slightly burnt bra from her twig thin body. "I can make you stop hurting." The delicate whisper sounded like a scream in the empty room. The only other sound was the burning fire and the memories of Mara's screams. "I can take away your pain, baby girl. I can make you feel so good."

Mara heard his words and felt them sink in. He wanted her to fall completely, to be completely his and shattered---the thing was, he had more than succeeded. Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked up at him, his voice, his kisses, sweet as could be. His kisses meant everything to her, so sweet and soft, as she closed her eyes and sighed, feeling the pain sting all around her. She said still nothing, and kept looking into his eyes, as he took off her bra and fiddled with her dress, ripping it off of her. She was naked, yet again, in front of him. What else was new? She struggled underneath him, squirming, as she felt him go on top of her, promising her he would take away the pain and make her feel okay, make her feel good. There was greed and hunger in his eyes as she still didn't respond to him, but in her head, was screaming.

DAPHNE LEVENTIS WITH OTHERS 1/?: BECKETT

"Have I mentioned I hate you today?"

"No, I don't believe so."

Beckett: had barely looked away from Mara for a minute when he was able to vodka mixed with a hint of AB+ blood. Turning his head around sharply, Beckett saw Mara's hand drifting against his arm. That wasn't how this work. She was his. No one elses. She didn't get to go around flirting with other men, asking them to buy her drinks and snuggling up against them. He could feel a flicker of anger burning in his eyes and he snatched Mara's wrist and pulled her from the seat. Beckett was able to hear a couple of people yelling at him but he ignore them. Tightening his grip on her, he heard a couple of her bones crack as he held onto her. It's her own fault. Yanking her into a alleyway behind the Grill, Beckett slammed her fragile frame up against the cold brick wall and hissed, "What the hell did you think you were doing in there, you worthless skank?"

Mara smirked as he grabbed her wrist, hard, even cracking a bone in her wrist. Mara squealed slightly in pain, but what was pain anymore? She giggled as he pulled her out, and even more so when he slammed her up against the cold brick wall. His eyes were so gray, so light and lovely, burning, as he cursed at her. She giggled, stroking his cheek with her hand and shook her head, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "Mmm, did I make you jealous? I'm so sorry, handsome. Maybe I'll go flirt with some more men, I didn't know you were into that sort of thing," She giggled, nibbling on his ear. She didn't think anything of it, none at all. In fact, she found it so hot that Beckett was jealous, his anger so electrifying to her, the jealousy he felt. She liked playing games, especially playing games with him. "Let's go, I'll flirt with a few more, see how that riles you up," She giggled, kissing him, softly, but deeply.

Beckett: quickly broke the kiss the Mara tried to lure him into and looked her in the eye. "I'm being deadly serious here, my darling." The darling had slipped out by force of habit. "If you think that you can get away with something then you're dead wrong." Beckett stepped closer to her and pressed his arm up against her windpipe. "Flirting with other boys is not okay and will be punished. And not in the fun way." Dragging his fingernails across her collar bones, he watched a blood quickly started to appear from the open wounds. "If I need to, I will tie you up, electrocute you and poison you will wolfsbane until you get the message into your thick skull." The minor wounds on her collar bones healed quickly and as they did, Beckett stepped closer to her, cutting off more and more oxygen.

Mara could feel the oxygen escape, gasping, as his arm was against her windpipe. He was stronger, of course he was, as an undead vampire. She squirmed and coughed, whimpering, her blue eyes widened as tears were overflowing. This was part of the game. It had to be. Beckett would never hurt her. "We...N-Need. A. Safe. Word..." Mara spit out, whimpering. He was just joking. Beckett loved her. He loved her. "Ha-Handsome, you're...hurting me. Please...The ga-game is over, I'm being serious." She coughed out, still thinking it was all part of a game. Beckett would pull away in a moment, apologize, and they would kiss, go back to her mansion to kiss and cuddle, gently, the way that they were in love. "...Be-Beckett, I'm serious! PLEASE!" She coughed out, painfully.

Beckett: laughed and shook his head at the blonde. "You think I'm kidding here, Mara?" Cocking his head to the side, Beckett pushed Mara up the wall so that her feet weren't touching the ground. He could hear the sound of her flesh grinding against the bricks. She deserved this. She knew exactly what she signed up for when she 'fell in love with him'. "Mara, darling, tell me how handsome I am and I might think about not crushing your windpipes." If she wasn't able to hear the sarcasm in his voice, then he decided that he'd snap her neck then and there. Angling his elbow into the center of her neck, he jabbed it into her. He was able to smell the blood that was in her throat. "Aww darling, did I hit a blood vessel?" Inhaling deeply, Beckett ran his fangs across her neck. "You wouldn't believe how amazing your blood smells."

Mara gasped, her feet off the ground entirely as she struggled and struggled against him. "Be-Beckett...Ha-Handsom​e, please...please, it's me," She struggled to get out, the pain unreal, horrific. Physically, she had known abuse all too well, but this was from someone who had promised to love her, to protect her, to be there for her. The only person who loved her. "N-No, no! NO!" She cried out, thrashing, but it hurt even more, her windpipe being crushed terribly by his super strength. "Wh-Why are you doing this...I'm sorry, I'm SORRY! I love you, please, stop! I love you, okay, please! I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry...You're so handsome...So handsome," She choked out, tears falling down her porcelain doll cheeks. She could't breathe, between her choked sobs, her pathetic choked sobs as he ran his fangs across her neck. "...N-No...Handsome, pl-please...It's me, remember? It's your Mara, I love you...I love you..." She cried out, so confused.This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't be. "D-Don't you love me...Please, you're hurting your baby..."

Beckett: shook his head at her as he watched her wiggle under his touch. "You don't deserve my love." Grabbing her shoulders, Beckett threw her in the other direction so that she fell against the floor. "Why did you ever think I'd love someone like you? You're a worthless, unlovable whore." Walking over to Mara so that he was towering above her, Beckett hissed, "You need to hurry up and get that into your head. No one is ever going to love you. You think I didn't try and love you? You're so fucking broken that you didn't even know it." When his hand came down to slap Mara's face, it burned. He didn't like hurting her, but she needed this. He didn't want to hurt his baby... his Princess, his darling. The one girl in the world that he actually cared about. But she needed this. She needed it more then he needed blood. "Now, darling. Daddy's hungry..."

Mara fell to the ground and in her head, it was all so slow, yet so fast. She fell, hard, her head now bleeding, her lip bleeding, as he towered over her, saying the most cruel, hurtful things that acted as a punch to her stomach with each word. He had sounded so awful, so mean and cruel, it was a side of Beckett she didn't know existed, or rather, had never seen. Mara's lip trembled, as the words came out, worthless, unlovable whore. She had just told him the other night that she felt unlovable and now, she had learned that all of it was such a lie. She was so broken, he was so right, with everything he was doing, he was right to do. He slapped her, hard, burning her face as she whimpered out in her pain. Try and love you? No one could ever love her. How could she had been so stupid? She loved him though, with every fiber of her being and as he came over her, she tried to crawl away, her small hand reaching out to try and get out, whimpering. "Please, no...Beckett, no..." She hoarsely whispered, bleeding all over. "I love you, so so so much, please...I know, I know you lo-love me too...Please d-don't do this to me...You're the on-only one..." She cried, tears flooding her eyes. She prayed this was some sort of dream, she would wake up and be in her bed, alarmed and frightened, but with Beckett right next to her, cradling her and reasurring he would never, ever lay a hand on her. He had promised her that...and now, here he was. She tried to crawl away, her hand reaching out on the slimey ground, like a baby's hand reaching out for its mother. "N-No...N-no," She cried, whimpering. "Pl-Please, Beckett...I love you so much, please don't..."

Beckett: sighed loudly. "I'm a soulless, undead vampire; did you actually think I loved you?" Walking forward, Beckett crushed her hand under his foot. The sound of her bones smashing under his weight was music to his ears. Pushing back a lock of her curly hair, he pursed his lips and whispered. "Please Mara... I'm hungry, I'm so hungry. And you're the only one who can help me." Straddling her lap, Beckett removed his foot from her hand, allowing the bones to begin the healing process. "You're mine, Mara. My bloodbag and I'm going to feed from you. You're the only one that can help me. And if you really love me, then you'll let me." Rubbing his pearly white fangs across her jugular vein, Beckett ran his hands along Mara's hips. "Remember how good it felt? Remember the sensation of my fangs breaking your flawless white skin? Remember how much you love it? How many times have you let me do it? C'mon, darling. I just want to rip into your beautiful skin. I want to bleed you dry." Running his lips up her neck so that he could bite her earlobe. "Please, Mara. Please baby girl."

Mara screamed out in pain as he crushed her hand underneath his foot, her screams turning into whimpering, horrific cries as she sniffled. Why was he doing this to her, hurting her so badly with his words and hitting her, like she didn't matter at all. The words hit her like a ton of bricks, that he hadn't actually loved her at all, he was just using her terribly, horribly. He was craving blood, Mara knew, and he was hurting. Her Beckett was hurting. And yet, he was hurting her, so much, killing her deep inside, but she loved him. God help her, she loved him. She cried, and once the tears came, they wouldn't stop. She was so, so stupid. He hadn't loved her at all. Not even a little bit. When he touched her hips, his voice so smooth, his touch so sweet suddenly, she just wanted him to stay sweet, to not anger him. She bit down on her lip, looking down, her hair falling in her face. "...Okay. I lo-love you...I love you so much, of course you ca-can..." She whimpered out, barely above a whisper, waiting for the fangs to hit her neck with an aching, horrible pain yet pleasure, so addictive and good. "...I lo-love you. I'm sorry...I'm so sorry about what I did. I was being a slut. I'm so sorry..." She apologized, looking into his dark eyes, shaking her head, feeling such guilt for doing that. How could she? "I w-won't...fight back. I promise." She swore to him, looking into his eyes and kissing him, softly. "I love you so much...I love you."

Beckett: smiled at her and placed a small kiss on her neck. "You're my good girl. And you're being so good right now. You're learning your place. Do you want me to reward you for that?" Stroking the side of her face, Beckett began to whisper words of comfort into her ear. "You know I love you, baby." Lies. Sinking his teeth into his neck, Beckett lapped up the blood. It was sticky and made him feel at home again. He didn't want to hurt Mara, but whenever he bit her, it just felt like he was showing full control over her. It was such a beautiful feeling. Mara was his. All his. And he needed her to know that. Things like this, things like her fucking around with other boys, meant that she needed to be punished. Hurting his baby hurt him, and that wasn't something he liked. At least, not without a safe word. The blood spilled over, rolling down her neck in thick droplets. Sliding his tongue over them, Beckett dug his fangs deeper into her neck. "Promise me that you won't do anything like that again, darling. Or I will hurt you. You don't know what I could do. You've seen the pleasure that I can bring you, but you wouldn't believe the pain. I could having you beg me to kill you. Never disobey me again."

Mara sniffled as he bit into her, his teeth seething into flawless skin. Her warm blood had trickled down her neck, and Mara was in pain and yet in pleasure as well. She cried out softly, whimpering, as he fed on her, and she was all his. Mara felt warm, salty tears trickle down her cheeks, growing weaker and weaker, leaning her head on his shoulder for support as he kept drinking from her. She lifted her hand and laced her hand with his, loving him so much that it killed her deep down like no other. She felt it within her entire soul. "...You lo-love me? You told me you didn't..." She trailed off, her eyes closed for a moment, weakly, before opening them and looking straight into his dark eyes. "...But I don't be-belong to anyone. I'm not property. I lo-love you, but please, please, I can't...I can't be your blood bag. It's...disobeying my brother, my alpha..." She said, softly, begging for him to understand, to not get angry, to not get mad. "...Pl-Please. No more, please...It...hurts." She whimpered out.

Beckett: yanked his fangs from her neck earning a cry from Mara. "Did you really believe that, darling? Did you really think that I would stop loving my pretty little Princess? No baby, I love you. I love you more then words can say - " He was slowing his rage and confessing his 'love' for Mara again when her words made him. "You're brother? You'd choose your brother over me? They don't care about you the way that I do. You're my everything Mara. You're my anchor. We could run away together. And leave Beacon bloody Hills for good. You don't need them. They're holding you back." They were. That was the one thing Beckett wasn't lying about. He knew that she would make a great Alpha. That she didn't need her family lugging her down with more bad memories. "Choose Mara, be with me and we can rule the world. I'll bring you whatever you want on a golden platter and never leave your side. Or be with your family and rot. I'll hunt you down like a pathetic human and rip you into little pieces, leaving you all over town for your brothers to find. It's your choice."

Mara felt tears fall down her cheeks, never ending it seemed. His words hurt her, more than anything, and only Beckett Reed could have such a hold on her. Such an awful, awful hold on her. "...But they're my fa-family..." She whimpered out. She thought about it, though, how great they would be without her. How they would be even stronger, no longer burdened with her, just how Mara always had felt she had. Beckett was always there, he loved her, he had to love her. His words confused her, but the last part was crystal clear: he would kill her if she didn't join him and the thing was that Mara wanted to be with him more than anything. The only person who had loved her, stayed with her. Sure, he was being cruel, but Beckett was there. They don't care about you the way I do. "...I am?" She whispered out, looking into his eyes. She let out a cry and shook her head."Please don't ma-make me choose...Pl-Please..I love them so much, please, Beckett..." She whined softly, pulling onto his hand. "...They're my fa-family...I love you so much, more than anyone, more than anything, but...I love them, too. My brothers...They're all I have left." She regretted saying the last part with everything in her, implying that Beckett wasn't there for her as well. She felt hot tears stream down her face more, the metallic taste of blood still in her mouth.

Beckett: couldn't help but pull Mara into his lap and leaned against the wall. "You can't have it all Mara. You can have the family who beat you and ignored you for years on end. Or you can be with the one person who actually loves you." Nuzzling into her hair, Beckett sighed. Mara was a fun toy. He liked having her around. And he didn't want to lose her. Even if it meant forcing her to be with him. She was submissive and she would follow him like a dog does to it's master, because thats what she was. She was a stupid stray dog that got attached to him. "You have me... And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry my darling. But whatever I do to you is for your own good, you know that right baby? I wouldn't let anyone hurt you again." It was only a small lie. He would let someone else hurt her. Just depended who. "You need to, love. I can't be with your if you're going to - " if you're going to side with those mutts over me. "if you're going to love them more then me."

Mara felt herself being pulled into Beckett's lap, tears once again overflowing, streaming down her face. She listened to his words, it all making such sense. Her family had been awful to her...her father, even Viktor. He was the one who said he blamed her for their mother's death...even if he apologized. Mara leaned against Beckett's shoulder and slowly nodded, when he asked if she knew that whenever he hurt her, it was for her own good, that she deserved it. She truly thought she did. "...Ye-Yes. I know...I know you're just trying to make me understand...I love you more than them." She had lied, she just didn't know she was lying. "...Okay. Forever, you and me, then. I love you so much, Beckett. Only you. Just us. Please. Just us." She had whispered, leaning in to kiss him, passionately, wanting back the feeling of safety he gave her before, not the feeling of being so frightened that she watched every word that she said.

No, but perhaps together we’ll claw your eyes out and drain you of blood. How’s that?

Sorry, my darling. I don’t do labels. I can say we’re very much involved and I absolutely adore him. He’s…everything.

I do, I think so. Just as I would always save him. We understand each other like no other.