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Post by Snuffleupagus on Aug 25, 2022 20:09:24 GMT -5
(((For The Cedar Witch and Danny Whizz-Bang)))
Sam. Trust me.
It was the last thing Sam remembered before Nikolai punched her lights out. A faint relief from what they had both endured to this point, but it was always bitterly sweet, and short. She had no idea the amount of time that passed during her slumber. She was still in the same dirty and bloodstained clothes, blind folded, and when she tried to move she felt the weight of a heavy chain attached to her body. The floor beneath Sam was concrete, and she tried to pull this stupid blindfold off, but it was on tight. Then, the smell of blood hit her like a freight train, and it called to the Beast. Begging Sam to partake and slake this ungodly thirst. The faint smell of dead, barbecued flesh, along with several broken bones did not register in her mind. The pain was so distant, it was like a dream compared to smell of iron that seeped into Sams nostrils.
She immediately sat up from lying on the floor, and tried to hold it together by repeating over an over in her head, it's not my blood type, it's not my blood type....
She did not hear the footsteps shuffle across the room, or the small squeek from a human girl as a door opened and shut. That one was lucky enough to survive this twisted game, invented by Mitchelletto just to torture Sam. Playing Russian Roulette with her taste in blood, starving her to the point of no self control, and once he got the victim right, Sam could not resist the urge to feed. A nightmare she never wished to experience ever again. Once that boy was paraded into the room, his fate was sealed, and nothing else mattered but that sweet gold in his veins. Sam did not need to see. She could hear his pulse beating rapidly, fangs striking its target, hooked deep in his jugular.
It was a futile effort to try and escape, but his flight response kicked in. Her arms tightly wrapped around the human, squeezing him like a juice box, determined to suck out every last drop. The beast cared only for substinace, the compassion in this moment was drowned out by the beast and its nature. And thus, it would come back to haunt Sam later in waves of overwhelming guilt. His body had gone limp long before she was done feeding, but she was not aware of it until her broken bones were healed. The burn remained, it would be there for months before it was healed properly, another scar for the collection.
Sam released the dead boy, his body falling around her, and she made no attempt to move him. Grinding her teeth out of pure anger, that was until someone moved the body off Sam. She jerked backwards to get away from whoever was in the room with them. Once again, she tried to get this blind folded off, but it was strapped on in such a way she couldn't pull it off, much less tear it to threads. She was on high alert now, and not being able to see was really fucking with Sam. She used Daunt for mere seconds, trying to make herself look threatening, and she was delivered such a slap her ears were ringing. Knocked over, she moaned in pain, both from the slap and from the burn. The muffled voices in the room became clear once the ringing stopped.
"Thought you said she needed to look you in the eye?" She did not recognize the male voice, but she did not like his tone.
"For dominate, yes. I did not think she be stupid enough to try Presence yet." That was Mitchelletto. He must of been standing almost on top of Sam when she tried to use Daunt.
Too bad. A little further away and he would have hesitated to come near Sam, one thing about the Banu Haqim, there vulnerable to various mental type abilities. As to who the other occupant was in the room, she had no idea if Daunt effected him or not. But those thoughts were short lived as he called her a name that made Sams blood run cold.
"Good evening Lambkin." His sinister laugh filled the room and she did nothing but sit quietly.
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Post by Danny Whizz-BANG! on Aug 29, 2022 20:33:39 GMT -5
Nikolai woke to the smell of fresh blood. The tussle of bodies and the grunts from pained mouths left no question as to what was happening nearby, despite the blindfold on his face. Instantly his mouth began to water as his throat began to throb. Aches in his shoulders, his head, and his gut told him that something had happened to him, though what wasn't clear.
A blackout. Judas had come out to play.
As he tried to remember what happened, he became aware of his sire nearby. First by the unbearable tether between them, then confirmed by that hideous name he gave Samantha when he was feeling particularly disgusting. Fright stunned him briefly as hazy memories of what had happened came back...
Mitch had found them in the sewers--
He had tortured Samantha for answers--
Carthage--
Ur Sholgi--
...in a swirl of violence and smoke. But there was something else he couldn't remember, something else that felt important. Something else he needed to remember. Think, damn it! But his thoughts felt like mud and the smell of sweet blood near him was too distracting.
"Where the fuck are we?" The voice that left his throat was much weaker and raspier than he intended.
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Post by The Cedar Witch on Aug 29, 2022 20:55:46 GMT -5
Dominate. Presence. Va'tamal didn't care enough to follow the details of differences between all the names. The demon did understand that this Lamb was fighting with an unseen ability of the mind, as vampires often did. He held her in a fascinated stare as she responded to and recovered from Mitch's slap. How the deprivation of blood differed from human starvation! The revelation sent a jolt of excitement through him.
This same fascinated gaze moved from the girl to the source of a new noise. It seemed that now, both of Mitch's Little Lambs were awake. A low hum rumbled at the base of the demon's throat as he moved over to the little lump on the floor. He stooped, bringing his face a little closer.
"You are in Heaven," Laurent drolled, voice ending in laughter as he straightened. He could not wait to see what Mitch had in store for the pair.
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Post by Snuffleupagus on Aug 30, 2022 21:15:12 GMT -5
Mitchelletto had forgotten Laurents delightful sense of humor! A short but heinous chuckle escaped his lips. Duplicating the demons lead he moved around the room, not trying to be silent at all to keep the two little munchkins on their toes. Just loving the fact they could not see their surroundings and could only rely on sound and touch.
"Yes. Meet my guardian Angel!" He exclaimed in delight. Suddenly snatching Nikolai up from the floor, shoving him against the closest wall, and placing his cheek against Nikolai's face while angerly whispering the next sentence in his ear.
"He was outside of the apartment door." He smiled. "I gave you a chance. Now, we're gonna think of a plan for you both to follow. And if you don't, both of us have some ideas for punishments too." Nikolai would feel the rage that was still pent up inside of Mitch, as he violently tossed Nikolai in Sam's direction.
Sam jumped as she felt the air rush past her as Nikolai landed, this was not good. Mitchelletto always had the reputation of being a loner, and yet these two had a dangerous and familiar chemistry with one another. Beyond Mitch just mutually meeting someone as of recently, and it was safe to assume these two maintained a secert relationship all this time.
It was clear this unknown man enabled the worst part of Mitchelletto, that sick and twisted game of playing cat and mouse with no limitations. The warm blood in Sams veins suddenly felt ice cold and her limbs went heavy. This meant this individual was just as dangerous, if not more so than Mitchelletto and his own perverted desires.
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Post by Danny Whizz-BANG! on Aug 30, 2022 21:39:02 GMT -5
His face and body connecting messily with concrete wasn't nearly as terrifying as having that bastard's voice in his ear, his breath on his neck, his weight on his back. The fury and his sick sense of pleasure bled into Nikolai like an IV until he felt smothered by its intimacy. Nikolai's relief came as he sailed midair and smacked his elbow into more concrete somewhere across the room. His legs buckled and his mind swam as he landed ungracefully in a ball of pain. He could sense Samantha nearby, smell the blood on her. Despite his precarious situation, his jaw quaked and the idea of latching onto Samantha and draining her dry was more powerful than he cared to admit.
"If he was outside the door, why didn't he reach in and grab the girl for you?" Nikolai hissed in the direction of his sire. "Seems to me like you've always got all the right resources in front of you, Mitch, but you just keep making the stupid decisions." He spat a small mouthful of blood onto the ground in front of where he thought his sire was.
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Post by Snuffleupagus on Aug 31, 2022 16:27:11 GMT -5
"That's rich coming from you son." A loud and hearty laugh escaped his lips, and it became even louder after such a pitiful attempt from Nikolai to spit on Mitch.
Mitchelletto's voice was dangerously playful and upbeat once he stopped chuckling. "Way I see it is you fucked up. If you had just taken the girl like we discussed you'd have some freedom now." He circled the two sitting on the cold, concrete floor like a hungry hyena.
"And my friend here would have had some fun with the girl. You could have left and proved your allegiance to me, but you decided to ruin his night and I have to punish you now. He's free to use you and the girl for whatever he needs. Plus......"
There was a long and terrifying pause as you could hear Mitchelletto saunter off into some part of the room. He was tearing something open, it didn't sound like paper or a jar at all, and then you heard a splash and the smell of fresh blood, it was coming from Samantha's direction.
Mitchelletto doused Sam in some fresh blood to temp Nikolai into attacking Sam, she was older than him but when the thrist for blood takes hold nothing can hold it back. ".....he likes watching you vampires give into your thrist for blood!"
That sinister laugh cut through the room like a knife as Sam was splashed in cold but fresh blood, she rose to her feet and tried to create some distance from Nikolai. She couldnt go far on the account of the chain tied to Sam. Immediately she used Daunt and filled the room with a thick and dangerous aura, and yet she had no idea if this would stop Nikolai should he frenzy. The only thing Sam could do is wait for Nikolai's response.
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Post by The Cedar Witch on Sept 6, 2022 9:30:14 GMT -5
For now, the demon observed the action from his spot leaning against a wall with arms crossed.
"That one sure has a mouth," he called to Mitch, wondering if he would allow this boy to continue to run it so disrespectfully. Laurent watched with a continued fascination, letting out a barking laugh when the boy sailed through the air. A fitting punishment, he supposed.
He's free to use you and the girl for whatever he needs
A grin spread across the demon's face. Yes, he would love a taste of both of their souls. Perhaps they could be even convinced to part with them altogether? For now, it was entertaining enough to watch them squirm -- would Mitch make them turn on one another like starved dogs in a pit?
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Post by Danny Whizz-BANG! on Sept 6, 2022 17:48:48 GMT -5
Nothing mattered - not the meaning of the garbage that poured from Mitchelletto's mouth, the dark shadow that crowded the room, nor the aches in his body as he threw himself in the direction of that scent. Nothing mattered but the blood.
Nikolai's jaw quaked and his skin flushed with need, deep and all consuming. His teeth sank deeply into Samantha's upper arm, vicious and ripping. Hot semi-fresh blood filled his mouth but not fast enough. He released her arm and hissed his way into that dip between her muscled shoulders and her jugular, forcing all of his focus into filling himself with that delicious blood. Only the blood in his mouth gushing faster mattered, that desperate slurp of vitae into him, down his throat and warming every part of him in the way only vitae could. Later he would feel the defeat of it, of taking a thick hit of something hard despite a history of sobriety. But now was not the time for sobriety.
It was a high he constantly craved and Mitchelletto had once again made it impossible for him not to indulge. He loved and hated him for it.
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Post by Snuffleupagus on Sept 7, 2022 9:42:10 GMT -5
A deafening roar escaped Sams lips as Nikolai ripped into the fleshy part of her upper arm for a snack. She struggled to gain control against his blood lust to devour her vitae, and now pissed she wasted precious mental resources. His speed and reflexes surpassing Sam's own, despite the age difference between them. A glimmer of false hope filled Sam for less than a split second when Nikolai released her arm. Only for him too sink his fangs into that soft spot in Sam's neck. She was now desperate. Sam's strength was being drained at an alarming rate, and she initiated a risky move to try and seperate them.
She rotated her one good arm over his shoulder and gripped the backside of Nikolai's jacket. The mangled arm clutched his jeans at the waist, bending her knees as Sam lifted Nikolai vertically into the air; his personal keg stand for mere moments. "Big fat cock sucking asshole!"
Sam moved her vitae to her backside, creating a shield from the pain that was soon to come, falling backwards and smashing them both on the concrete floor. A risky attempt to disarm Nikolai from her neck to stop him from draining Sam bone dry.
"She also has a mouth. Prehaps you have a couple idea's you would like to try." Truly captivated at Samantha's movements as she struggled to survive this encounter.
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Post by The Cedar Witch on Sept 7, 2022 19:42:42 GMT -5
Laurent smirked, circling them with a wide birth as he made his way beside Mitch. The Hunger was endlessly fascinating to observe at this level of desperation. The demon's attention firmly fixed like a laser on the Boy's mouth, furiously rooting into flesh.
"I thought you said that one was older," he gestured to the Lamb and crossed his arms over his chest, "Why is she losing?" His voice held disappointment like a taunt. As if in answer, she flipped the boy up as if he were made of air, and they both came smashing down.
She did have a Pretty mouth, and he could think of something to stuff it with.
With a grin he dropped his human disguise and stretched little tendrils into the shadow of the room. These extensions moved toward Sam as Va'tamal slowly approached to watch closer. The shadows wriggled through the dark and spiraled up each of Sam's limbs, making mad dashes toward her mouth and open wounds at her arm and neck. Whether or not the Boy had dislodged was of no consequence to them.
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Post by Danny Whizz-BANG! on Sept 7, 2022 21:06:24 GMT -5
The force of the floor catching him in darkness was enough to stun him back into himself, the Beast knocked out of him. Behind the blindfold he saw stars. The blast of force shook him down to his bones and he coughed up some of the vitae he had just taken. Nikolai struggled to move, rocking on his back like an insect on its shell. The world felt foggy and somewhere there was a gong that sounded like cotton in his ears. With a groan he was able to lean himself over and onto his shoulder before flopping painfully onto his stomach. Nikolai rubbed his face against the concrete, working the blindfold - and some skin too - off his eyes. One long drag of himself on the concrete floor gave him just enough sight under the blindfold to see Mitchelletto's companion approaching Sam as some shadowy mess. A demon then. Judas growled in his ear to back away, to try to escape, but his limbs were lead and lifting his head to watch the demon was as much as he could bare for the moment.
He needed just a moment to adjust himself, to catch his proverbial breath, to allow cognition to return. But his thoughts were foggy and far away. All he could do was watch and hope that he wouldn't be next.
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Post by Snuffleupagus on Sept 15, 2022 2:03:57 GMT -5
Mitchelletto's attention soon bit the dust once Samantha's little stunt came to a halt on the concrete floor. Displeased at Nikolai's weakness as he flopped about to try and collect his bearings once again, and thus their pathetic struggle no longer held his interest. He was about to answer Laurent but paused as a newfound interest unfolded right in front of him. His demon form was fascinating and Mitch had seen only it twice before this, a rare treat that he intended to savior for as long as he possibly could.
"Even with the age difference the Beast at full force can overpower someone older, but still close to there own age." His speech slow and steady as he concentrated on the demons actions as he stalked Samantha.
"It wouldn't be a problem for you or me as there both much, to, weak." Clicking his tounge at the end, followed by a small chuckle as Laurent worked his demonic magic.
Relief and hope did not belong in a place like this, and yet Sam kept letting her guard down. Just when she disarmed one person she was attacked by another. After six years of being somewhat free she had to adapt again to survive this shithole. Unlike Nikolai or Mitch this was new. It did not feel like normal like fingers wrapped around Sam or any sort of magic Mitchelletto used on her in the past, so it must have been his little accomplice in the room.
She slammed her mouth shut as Sam felt something tickle her face, and tried not give much reaction to this new sensation. She did use Fortitude again to keep whatever it was from invading Sams wounds to a degree, and the demon would feel Sam push back with her vitae. She even tried lift her arms as a test to try and figure out what this could be. Still blindfolded and unaware of the danger that lurked nearby as Sam's curiosty was getting the best of her right now.
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Post by The Cedar Witch on Sept 28, 2022 11:21:12 GMT -5
Laurent grinned, watching with fascination as shadow-tendrils met resistance at the Lamb's wounds as though the blood itself had come to defend. It was of little consequence - there were many other openings to find. While some went racing beneath clothing to invade from below, other squirming shadows went from closed lips to nostrils - twisting like a corkscrew up into the nasal passages. From here they would find smaller and smaller spaces and folds as they burrowed eagerly toward the brain, dividing and dividing until they were numerous and thin enough to Root In and Get Cozy.
Much too weak indeed.
For now the leeches would remain passive observers, squirming until they became comfortable and filling the Lamb's head with a quiet chorus of whispers.
Va'tamal turned his attention to the Boy, head tilted curiously, and moved at a deliberate pace toward him. Would he try to run? Try to feed from the Lamb again? How pathetic the two were, thrashing about beneath their blindfolds - maybe they would be more bold with them off? A pair of shadowy tentacles darted out from pools of darkness, ripping the blindfolds from both their faces without fanfare. The demon's teeth glistened as he let out a deep chuckle, wings quivering with excitement.
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Post by Snuffleupagus on Dec 31, 2022 2:20:02 GMT -5
Sam went into a state of semi-shock as the strange tendrils changed it's course, and found some easier points of entry besides the open wounds. She was sickened at the places it poked and prodded. But that was quickly replaced with anger as she began to hear overlapping whispers meant to mess with Sam's head. Surprised that the demon would take the chance to remove the blindfold that hampered Sam's Dominate abilities. The creature in front of Sam would be a sight to behold. A demon. Its form was a mess of shadows, and she gawked at him in both awe and fear. The fear part was short lived, and for a second Laurent would see the indifference to him, as she did not hesitate to strike back, screaming in his demonic face.
"Sleep bitch!"
Mitchelletto rushed forward to catch his precious ally before he hit the dirty, and bloodied ground. Utter shock and anger was plastered across his face, but it was short lived when Laurent opened his eyes seconds later. The interaction between the two brought forth some questions as one wondered, was this a mutual agreement? Or did Mitchelletto summon this demon? Both were just as terrifying to think about.
"We can't let that fashionable attire your wearing get dirty, can we love?" Mitch cooed. He once called Nikolai that when he was younger, but that seemed like a lifetime ago.
Mitchelletto's head twisted towards Sam direction, and the blank look in his eyes said it all. She pretended to gulp in fear, as to fool them both into thinking that she regretted the rash decision. However, in Sam's eyes at least, this was a small price just to get glimpse into these two's relationship. Sam would take whatever punishment was coming. And the icing on the cake, was the morsel of information that the demon could be Dominated just like Mitch. Even if it was for just mere seconds, it was long enough for someone with Celerity to take full advantage of them.
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Post by Danny Whizz-BANG! on Feb 14, 2023 21:29:38 GMT -5
He watched as the demon wavered in his shadows, stunned that the bitch would try such a ballsy move in this condition. A reluctant thread of thankfulness shot through him as the monster's attention veered off of him. He shuffled as best as he could away from everyone, now able to see the madness unfolding.
"What do you want, Mitch?" Nikolai shouted, his fear meshing with his confusion. What was he doing there? How long had he been there? What stupidity had Judas started in his absence? "Since when do you fuck around with demons?"
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