#trustindoses

Mhonroe: <I’ve been on this bed with wheels for a few days now with a number of wires and tubes hooked into my body. The room was so cold, I could barely feel my hands. I tried to sit up to use the contraption next to the bed to call for someone when the dizziness hit me that I had to lie back down. I felt so weak though I knew these tubes were somehow providing me sustenance. At least that was the healer Manny had told me.

As soon as I thought of the male … uh man … he appeared at the doorway.> “Hey, how’s you?”

I fare thee well. <I responded automatically though I wasn’t really feeling well at all. He came towards the bed with his clipboard and started checking the machines. Then he took his stethoscope and took my vitals like he did every day.>

“You’re really pale and you skin is cold. What’s doin’?”

<I looked up to speak, only instead of looking into his eyes, my eyes started to descend and I could see the beat of his heart through a vein in his neck, and my bloodlust came broiling to the top of my thoughts. My fangs descended automatically. My hand immediately comes up to my mouth embarrassed.> I’m sorry.

Lassiter: I was in the billiards room in the manse watching Maury. Another deadbeat father was on saying his life was hard, if only he knew what a hard life was. I was getting sick of this asshole so I went channel hopping. Finally settling on watching “Gremlins”. A classic.

I was enjoying the movie when I got a sense that someone was near their bloodlust. If Manny was near the vampire all hell would literally be let loose.

Making my way down the stairs and into the office, eventually coming into the corridor I head towards the clinic. The bloodlust was stronger in this direction. Heading to the room, I opened the door.

There she was, her fangs had descended near Manny. I had to act quick before the good doctor became a pincushion.

The room was freezing, I raised my heat coming out in rays, the room soon become warmer.

“She needs to feed and soon or you’d be on the menu soon. Your blood won't sustain her and she’ll drain you dry.”

I stood between the Chosen and Manny, never taking my eyes off her.

Mhonroe: <Before I could even register a further apology, someone came into the room. A huge male, with long blond and black hair, golden skin and white pupil-less eyes. If that was not fantasic enough. He was pierced in a few places with chains hanging from the holes and various places. I was too shocked to be scared as he came closer and stood between Manny and myself. I turned to my side humiliated. I didn’t mean to offend the healer. I tried to hold on to my tears. I was just so tired. Tired of crying, tired to feeling lost, tired of feeling angry.

My emotions were everywhere that I still refused to see anyone besides the healers. Though the new #Primale did come see me. He wanted to explain everything. It seemed that the #Primale I knew had long past unto the Fade and that they had no idea I was still alive. There were still some Chosen unaccounted for when chaos broke out that fateful night. He assured me that he would visit me often and that mine sisters would help me acclimate to living at the #GreatCamp or if I chose, here at the #Manse under the guard of the Brotherhood. The #GreatCamp was secluded enough to hide everyone but he understood if I felt safer here.

When I responded that I didn’t feel safe anywhere so it matter not to me, he flinched to my dismay. I could not blame him anymore than I could blame the others. Though the thought of the Scribe Virgin made me angry. She had known. She had always known. It’s why I refused the white robe when the #Primale came the first night. He thought it would make me feel better and when I refused he sent someone for other forms of clothing. I was in what they called a t-shirt and shorts made of a soft material that was loose and comfortable similar to what I had been given to wear in the caves.

I huddled in a small ball faced away from the males as they spoke.>

Lassiter: Manny was going on about the Chosen’s condition but I wasn't really listening to him. I was watching her.

She had curled up into a ball, her face away from us. This was breaking my heart. Yes, I do have a heart so stop laughing Vishous.

I held my hand up to get the good doctor from stop talking, when he did I pointed at the Chosen.

“She's petrified. Whoever had her was abusing her.*

“Yeah, she flinches whenever I go near her. After examining her, thankfully #Jane found that she hasn't been sexual abused. She'd only been used as a blood slave.”

Turning to Manny, concern on my face. “Give me ten minutes with her.”

Manny nodded and left the room. I approached her but didn't touch her. I didn't want her anymore scared that what she already was.

“Hey, I'm Lassiter. What's your name?”

She didn't answer. In fact she curled up into herself more. Fuck me, what I was going to do now? “I'll stand over by the door. Sooner or later you will turn around to see if I'm still here. I have all eternity to wait too.”

I went over to the door. I did this primarily so nobody came in to disturb us.

Mhonroe: <Seeing as the male was as stubborn as he was unusual. What did it matter what my name was? I could barely remember it.

Apparently I have spent the last eighty three years in my own head … keeping myself company. No one to speak to, no one to converse with ... I haven’t heard my own name in so many years. It was as foreign to me as he was. It mattered not. The most words I have ever heard was here in this room over the past couple of days since my rescue. In and out of sleep, resting..>

My name is of no consequence.

<I didn’t want to feed, my fear that my captors would find me was eminent. It would take months before the beacon of my blood would be diluted from their systems. They would know my location. It was only a matter of time before my life would revert back to the same day in and day out. What did it matter?>

Lassiter: “Your name means everything. It defines who you are.”

Shaking my head, I was seriously going to beat those who had are held for all the years she had been held captive. I was looking at her body language, still curled. I knew if I was her I'd be afraid of my captors to find me. I had to calm her down.

“They won't find you here, trust me. Even with your blood in their veins. Where we are it is highly protected and the Brotherhood will protect you.”

I hoped what I said to her was comforting her, to make her feel more secure and less frightened.

“Besides I won't let them anywhere near you.”

Mhonroe: <Listening to the male, I felt somewhat comforted by his response wondering absentmindedly his age considering his ability to hear my thoughts or perhaps feel my fear. Centuries would be my guess.>

The Brotherhood did not protect me for over eighty years. What care do I have now that things have changed? The #Primale is not the same, mine past to the Fade long ago. He died trying to protect us all from those civilians looking to loot the Treasury and where was the Brotherhood then?

<Bitterness swelled as I spoke … anger taking place of my grief. I was long forgotten, no one had missed me. Life had gone on without me. So much has changed. The males that had abducted me lived modestly without modern conveniences and my knowledge was only through observations of the seeing bowls. Perhaps I should go back to the Sanctuary, though now it seemed it was mostly deserted but I could find my comfort once again in my own company.>

Lassiter: “The Brothers hadn't known you were gone. I know it sounds bad but their main concern was the Primale who'd perished. They thought they had accounted all the Chosen.” I understood that my words were of no comfort to her.

“I, however, knew where you were but HE would not allow me to interfere by threat of death but I rebelled in my own small ways. I planted thoughts into the minds of the males to bring you comforts such as clothes, books and even your guitar.”

I heard her shift on the gurney, her face finally looking towards me, the look of surprise on her face.

“You heard me right, I never forgot about you. It was only recently after the Scribe Virgin appointed me her successor of being the race’s deity. Through this loop hole, it was I who planted that thought into Vishous’s head to follow the male to the caves and to give you the GPS chip.”

I could've sworn I saw tears in her eyes. She'd always thought that she had been forgotten, lost in space and time. I took a step forward, still not wanting to startle her. I reached out with my hand.

“May I brush your tears away?”

Mhonroe: <I nodded to his request as I had always wondered why the males provided me such luxuries while they lived in such simplicity. But then his statements began to penetrate through the haze of my thoughts.>

My name is … Mhonroe. Who … what are you? <For someone to speak to the maker and become successor to the Scribe Virgin … meant he was no ordinary vampire. There are a few different species that were lived among the humans besides the vampires, such as the Shadows or Moors.

His hand was warm against my cheek, his fingers calloused and rough but still inviting as I leaned into it. My first real contact in so many years. Closing my eyes and tried to focus at the task at hand and breathed steadily to stave off my thirst.>

Lassiter: I brushed the tears from her face, capping them into my hand, I placed my other hand over the tears. With a bright light I opened my hands revealing diamonds in my palm.

“For you, the years of suffering are now over. As to what I am, I am an angel. Once a Fallen one but I've earned back my wings.”

I looked into her eyes, there was so much sorrow there. I couldn't help myself, I wrapped my arms around her. She stiffened in my arms.

“I will not harm you little one. I am here to save you.”

I pressed my lips against her head. She was shaking under my touch. Whatever those bastards had done to her, I was going to make them pay. Now that I had the power that the Scribe Virgin had, they were going to suffer like no other had. They were going to feel my wrath.

Mhonroe: <In spite of the trepidation of my previous revelations, a wave of relief passed over me. Someone that had watched over me even if unbeknownst to me, those gifts had brought me some solace and kept the depression at bay.

He exuded warmth … literally. My skin felt warmer from the chill as he held me. Also, my dizziness subsided slightly as I tried to soak it all in. My tears fell as I sobbed quietly. I thought I had nothing left … but I was wrong.

It felt like a cathartic expulsion of pent up anger and emotion. The knowledge that someone had in fact cared about my well being, however unknown at the time. The crying subsided but the gasps resulting uneven breathing cadence or double breathing prevented me from speaking as I tried to catch my breath and breathe in normally. So I listen to the deep timber of his voice as he spoke to me and the exhaustion weighed so heavily that I closed my swollen eyes and began to calm.>

Lassiter: I held Mhonroe as she cried, her tears flowing freely as she cried me a river. Eventually her sobbing eased, only her quivers of her breath were left as she took in air. Easing back I looked into her eyes

“Think I've had a shower with my clothes on.” I smirked at her, she gave a slight laugh. If only she laughed more it would  be a wonderful sound.

“Since you've cried your heart out literally, it's time to put you back together. To discover who you are and I am willing to hold your hand in that journey. I'm willing to hold other things but that's for another time.” I winked at Mhonroe, the smile she gave back at me was radiant. She could light up any room with that smile.

“That's it girl, let's see more of that smile”

Manny came back into the room and was surprised how I got Mhonroe more relaxed. He did his checks on her, she looked at me, a knowing look of “how many more times was he going to be poked at”. Finally, the good doctor was done.

“All good, all I ask of you is to rest” With that, Manny exited the room.

“Doctor’s orders girl, you need your rest. Wait here and I'll get us some movies and popcorn.”

Mhonroe: <The healer did his normal processes of checking on my vital signs. I became annoyed as he continued with his testing. It was the same thing every day. Though I did not ask as to what he was checking for exactly. It just became a nuisance.

After a while, he finished and mentioned that I still needed rest to recuperate from my injuries. I nodded and watch him leave the room. There were slight scars from the lead chains the males had around my ankles to keep me from dematerializing and escaping. They would probably never heal properly considering how long I had wore them. I covered my ankles with the blanket.

Lassiter, the angel, stayed and mentioned movies and popcorn. Two things I have not experienced in a long time.>

That sounds nice. What shall we watch?

Lassiter: “Leave that to me girl. I’ll go get us some movies from upstairs, grab a TV and DVD player. I’ll grab us some popcorn too.” I pressed my lips against her head, then I left her in the room.

I went out of the clinic, heading up the corridor to the office. Entering the office I thought I'd take the shortcut to the main manse. I dematerialised to the movie theatre where I headed in walking down to where all the DVDs were kept, I scanned the titles. What shall we watch? Got it! I took several DVDs. Looking around there was the popcorn machine, I started it up, put the corn kernels in and let the corn pop till there was a sufficient amount. I grabbed two big boxes and filled them to the top. I was wondering how I was going to get all this back down to the clinic when Fritz popped his head round the door.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Sire?” He was a blessing in disguise. I explained what I was doing.

“Leave it to me Sire, I will make sure everything is delivered to the clinic”

I went back to Mhonroe with popcorn. Entering her room I gave her a box of popcorn. The door opened, a doggen came with a TV and a DVD player on a wheeled cabinet. Turning to Mhonroe.

“Its showtime!”

Mhonroe: <I gave the angel a small smile as he handed me a box of delicious smelling popcorn. The aroma warm buttered popcorn made my mouth water and as I grabbed a few and put them in my mouth, I could not help but moan.> Delicious.

<Soon after he came in, the doggin returned with what I assume was the television though it was very thin then what I remember spying through the seeing bowls at the Sanctuary. The television had just been invented a little over five years prior to the raid of the Sanctuary that caused my kidnapping. Shaking my head of those thoughts, I focused on watching the doggen pull a small round shaped disc from a box and then into a slot on a machine and the screen was filled with color! I had expected to see black and white. How times have changed.

I sat back on my pillow as the angel and doggin traded comments back and forth.>

Lassiter: I was talking to Fritz when I turned to look at Mhonroe. Her face was full of wondering when the movie had started.

“This is ‘Cars’. I knew you wouldn't want a fighting film so all the Marvel and DC movies were out. I didn't want to bring horror as you've been through enough already. I thought this would cheer you up.”

I thanked the doggen, grabbed my popcorn and sat next to Mhonroe on the bed.

“This is about a car who ends up in a small town where life is at a slower pace. Lighting McQueen wants out but Doc, who governs the town, wants Lighting to repair the damages in town. But I won't tell you how it ends, I want you to find out by watching what happens.”

I put my arm around Mhonroe, I sensed that she needed to feed and wondered if there was a single male vampire that was going to help her.

Mhonroe: <We watched as these animated cartoon cars raced around a small town and get into mischief and fall in love. It was a sweet movie where Lightening learn that there's more to racing than winning. That the journey and the friends gained along the way are what really count, not the trophy at the end.

But as the movie came to a conclusion and my attention was less occupied by the characters and more present in the present … the blood lust returned as my fangs descended and pierced my skin drawing blood on my lips.

My hands began to shake and my sight began to blur again. Normally by now, I would just let the symptoms wash over me until I passed out hoping that nature would take its course but I was always thwarted by the males that kept me by force feeding me.

But as I looked up at the male, his pulse was beating through the vein in his neck, making my mouth water and before I could even think, I leaned up and latched on.

Blood so pure and delicious flooded my system like nothing I have ever experienced. At the Sanctuary … there was no need to feed but on The Otherside, the need was the same as everyone’s. Since my capture I only fed from those males and they were diluted with generations with humans and hybrids that the blood was not as pure. Only Wrath, son of Wrath, was the last pure blooded vampire alive. Lassiter’s blood was indescribable.>

Lassiter: As the movie ended I sensed that her need to feed was strong. She was starving. “You want me to get the good doctor to get a male for you?”

That was going to be a bad idea, I was getting close to Mhonroe. If I saw her at another male’s vein was going to tear me apart. But my thoughts were interrupted when Mhonroe jumped onto me.

“Whoa easy girl we've only met ...” She sank her fangs into my neck, she suckled like a young.

“Hey girl, angel blood is potent, easy there.” I tried to wrestle her off me. Really … I did try. But in the end I wrapped my arms around her. With her feeding from me my emotions stirred, in fact the wicked willy came to life. Great of all the times to get a hard on, with Mhonroe, who wouldn't want anything sexual after the years she was held captive. But I couldn't help it.

She was different from the others, I think I may be falling for her, after watching her for those eighty odd years. With her playing the guitar, singing to herself to stop her from going insane. I gave in to my emotions by pressing my lips against her head.

“You've had enough there.”

When Mhonroe had her fill she looked up at me, blood on her lips, she looked adorable with her hooded eyes.

“Feeling better now? But next time your hungry, you can ask me for a Snickers bar. You're not you when your hungry, get some nuts.” Chuckling at her, her face was of confusion. Yeah, explaining that one was going to be hard.