Mates Are Made For Eachother No Matter How Strange (wolventears, ryua, hatter77)
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				Title: <strong>Mates Are Made For Eachother No Matter How Strange (wolventears, ryua, hatter77)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 23:03:31</strong>
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				<strong>Gwendolyn Pierce</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/christina-hendricks-435.jpg)</div>Gwendolyn Pierce had no idea where she was. The tunnel her captors were leading her through was pitch black, and she had no idea how they even knew where to go. Her heart thundered in her chest, and every so often, when an ice cold hand touched her arm, she let out a whimper. <br><br>That morning she had been taken. Kidnapped as she had walked through the familiar parking lot to her car. As a cocktail waitress, she worked the swing shift, not getting until odd hours of the morning. The tiny casino she worked at wasn't like the ones you would see on Las Vegas's strip, so twenty-four hours a day, it wasn't bustling like you would think. <br><br>Her heels had clipped on the asphalt of the parking garage, only a couple of cars left on this particular floor. She hadn't heard them, or even seen them coming. She had been merely reaching into her purse, fishing for her keys when a rag had been placed over her mouth. When she had breathed in deep to scream, the chloroform invaded her lungs, putting her out in an instant. <br><br>She didn't even know what time it was when she woke, but the people in the room with her had been utterly frightening. They had all looked at her with cold eyes, but she couldn't help but notice how beautiful they all had been. Not handsome or gorgeous, but beautiful.&nbsp; And all had been men. It was odd, the way they had looked at her. Like they had seen too much in their lives. <br><br>Her captors had never once spoke to her, even when she had asked where she was and who they were. They simply had led her to a black sedan with deeply tinted windows. Once they had reached their destination, when the door had been opened, she had tried to make a run for it, but a strong hand, an abnormally strong had, had gripped her arm and stopped her. She had a feeling with just a flick of his wrist, he would have been able to snap her arm. After that, she went where they wanted. <br><br>As they reached the end of the tunnel, cheers and hollers could be heard echoing off the cement walls. The sudden light at the end nearly blinded her, causing her to pull her hands to shield them as she was pushed through the opening. Hands gripped her upper arms, locking her between to solid bodies as she was pushed forward. <br><br>After adjusting to the light, she was able to see that they were in some kind of underground room. It was very large, large enough to hold the nearly eighty or more people she could see inside it. There were what looked to be five rings, a large group of people around each one. Four in each corner, and a fifth dead center. The center ring was what seemed to have the largest group surrounding it. <br><br>She managed to get a slight look see around the man to her right, and what she saw inside one of those rings, just wasn't possible. The combatants stood on two legs, well over six feet. But instead of bare chests and smooth skin, they were covered in various colored furs. Nor did she see human faces, but those slightly resembling a wolf's head. Claws whipped and arced as she watched wide eyed, blood spraying as they connected. <br><br>She quickly turned her head, her heart managing to beat even faster in her chest. She was dreaming, that was all that was too it. But the cold hands on her arms felt all too real, and the looks she was beginning to get from t he patrons was like a burning thing. <br><br>She was brought to a halt in front of a podium, another very beautiful man sitting in a... throne? He looked at her with his icy blue eyes and she remembered she was still in her cocktail dress. It was a blood red, a shade darker than her hair and it stood out in contrast to her milky white skin. It cinched her waist, accentuating her generous bossom and full hips. <br><br>The man before her was very attractive, causing her to stare almost upon mouthed. His face was very angular, with high cheekbones, a very Romanesque straight nose and thin lips. He wore an Armani suit that hung to every dip and angle of his hard frame. The man himself screamed wealth, and she was beginning to understand this was leader of this group. What she didn't expect was how he made her feel. <br><br>"Welcome, Gwendolyn. We have been expecting you for quite some time now," he said, his voice like poison. It wrapped around her, making it hard to breathe. The way he looked at her was like a sickening caress, making her want to do nothing more than shower, scrubbing her skin until she bled. When he smiled, exposing long and sharp fangs, she tried to take a step back, but the hands on her forbade any movement. She looked up at the men beside her, and was greeted by more fangful smiles. "There will be no running, my dear. I am Viktor, your master and you my dear, dear, Gwen, are my new pet," the deep voice stated simply. <br><br>Gwen met those icy eyes with her large green ones before finally finding the breath to scream. It was cut short though when Viktor's hand shot out and gripped her throat none to gently. "There will be none of that now, little one. Now sit," he said pulling her beside him and pushing her down to her knees beside his throne. "Let us enjoy the fights."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mates Are Made For Eachother No Matter How Strange (wolventears &amp; hatter77)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hatter77</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 23:39:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.ronalfy.com/wp-content/blogs.dir/3/files/2007/06/man_long_hair.jpg)</div> It had been years since his family was grabbed by the cold ones, that was what they had been called by his father however he now knew them for what they were Vampires. Long before he and his whole family were grabbed from their native woods in central america where they were living in secret, his father had told him about what he was a Lycan and what it mean't his life would be. He would spend his time running trying to keep a family of his own out of the clutches of the Night walking demons or be caught and forced in to some form of slavery.<br><br>His life had taken a bad turn a few years after his father had told him of what he was and what it mean't. After the passing of his dad he and his brother were just not as good at hiding and burying their emotions for the greater good of the pack. They went head on with a group of vampires and were easily subdued allowing the capture of themselves their mother and sister. Years later now Brady and his brother Thomas were fighters in the rings and their mother and sister were slave girls who wore silver collars that made it so they could not shift form any more. Every night for years now they have fought and won in their respective rings which was the only way to stay alive as it was always a fight to the death. Training side by side to be the best to maybe one day find a way not to free themselves but make up for their mistake which lead to who knows how many sickening and horrible experiences for their sister and mother who would not even look their way any more. <br><br>Tonight was no different, new human girls being shown to the prince, and werewolves fighting it out in the rings. However a weird sensation came over Brady as his wolf form was introduced to the crowd to a cheer and he locked eyes with a girl being shown to the prince for just a moment. Brady shook off the feeling preparing to kill his competitor like he always did. The bell rang and he kicked in his instincts standing still on his hind legs in beast form as the lesser trained and barely older than a pup combatant came flying at him full tilt. Brady sidestepped a swipe at his neck with the claws of the primitive beast and used his superior training to dig his teeth into its neck. With a quick twist and a snap followed by a crunch the combatant laid dead on the ground and the crowd around him went insane with his victory which was no surprise.<br><br>Something was wrong though, he sensed it and then heard it as awes and gasps came from the nearby ring where his bother was fighting. As he returned to normal human for he heard the announcement that his brother was not victorious this night and could do nothing but fall to his knees and scream in agony. A scream that would be heard by everyone in the underground world including the new pet and someone else who was about to change the life of Brady in a way he would not of ever foreseen.<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://im.glogster.com/media/4/33/49/41/33494134.jpg)</div> A day like every other in the life of Anders as his friends and family have come to call him in this modern time. Being one of the oldest and wealthiest of the Vampire race mean't his real name was lost to the ages of history. Anders spent his early years after being turned as what was called a beastbringer in the old days. One who hunted down and brought forth werewolves for slavery. As he aged through the years and became more powerful he turned himself a mate and lived the life of luxury being the princes personal hunter. Retired now all he did was spend all his ill earned money betting on wolves in different underground arenas and had not returned to his origins in a long time although kept track of what was going on with the prince through his connections in the royal circle and his family, those that turned him, which still were involved with the royal family. <br><br>Tonight would be his first return to the rings of his origin in decades and he was pleased to get to see the prince again and his family. His mate, however would not be joining him and that was partly the reason for his return. He was betrayed by her to another vampire and had slain them both for it. Sick of the world he was living in he felt it time to return to his roots with his vast wealth and give back to the world that brought him forward to his current position among Vampires. <br><br>That was until she was forced through the door. Something snapped inside his head a feeling that both made him joyous and weary all at once. Those eyes caught him like no other and he had to have her. She was looking in another direction and who wouldn't being dragged into the underground world and seeing a Vampire was much different than seeing a werewolf. Their supernatural form was much more devastating to one's beliefs than a vampires. As he followed her eyes he seen the wolf she was looking at and something again inside him was turned he got almost the same feeling looking at this beast as he did the girl and it confused him thoroughly.<br><br>The girl was being prepared by the prince's close slaves when the prince returned to the throne which is where Anders was sitting among the royal family as they celebrated his return. Anders leaned to the prince "I want her and that wolf. I'm in need of new slaves and they seem a perfect fit you have lots to use so how about you sell me them both. Name your price." The prince kept his eyes on the fight and replied "Him you can have as a gift from me for your return however you will have to settle for a different girl this one I really like." Anders for some reason found this unacceptable whereas normally he would be overwhelmed by the gracious gift. "I'll pay triple what you would normally sell her for." The prince just shook his head. "Enjoy the fight Anders your new wolf is a very good fighter and will make a great slave, we will discuss a human for you later."<br><br>Anders was enraged and had no idea why but he knew he would not settle for any less than them both no matter how confused he was by his current actions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mates Are Made For Eachother No Matter How Strange (wolventears &amp; hatter77)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 21:14:43</strong>
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				<strong>Gwendolyn</strong><br><br>Gwen had been too distracted to notice the man to the Prince's other side, her eyes on the wolf in the center ring. Wolf... But he stood on two legs. Did that make him a werewolf? And the fact that she realized the creature within the ring was a he scared her slightly. He had even made eye contact with her, she was sure it had happened. He had looked right at her, through the rolling crowd, those dark eyes had met her vibrant green. <br><br>She watched in awe as he fought, easily sidestepping and snapping the other wolf's neck. But she noticed instead of celebrating victory, he was looking to another ring, where they had just anounced another wolf's demise. Her wolf shifted back to human form, pulling a gasp of surprise from her and she couldn't help her eyes from roaming over his hard body and naked flesh. Her thoughts quickly changed as he fell to his knees, a cry of utter agony escaping his lips. That cry broke her heart to a thousand pieces and tears sprang to her eyes. She was so confused by her reactions but she wanted nothing more than to run to him and comfort him. To pull him close and tell him that everything would be alright. She stayed where she was though, a slender hand rubbing over her heart, hoping to ease the pain she felt beneath. <br><br>A cold hand ran over her bare shoulder, causing her body to still. She turned her head to see the Prince looking out over the rings with a smile but what caused the breath to leave her lungs in a rush was the man who whispered in his ear. He was beautiful like the rest, but more so, and fairly young looking. And he was looking at her as well, another pair of dark eyes she found fascinating. Her mouth was suddenly dry and she couldn't help but slip her small pink tongue out to rewet her lips. Whatever he had asked the prince though, he hadn't liked the answer, as the scowl on handsome face told her as much. <br><br>As she stared at him, as if transfixed, the two vampires who had brought her in went to the center ring to fetch the werewolf and bring him to his new master.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mates Are Made For Eachother No Matter How Strange (wolventears &amp; hatter77)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryua</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 02:58:48</strong>
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				Eventually, the awful, painful howl died away,&nbsp; replaced by a softer, whimpering keen. He was vaguely aware of being on his knees... then suddenly being restrained as he tried to bound into the next arena, desperate to get to his brother. Brady snarled, wrenching one arm free, then yelped and fell back to the arena floor when the guard cracked him under the snout with the silver-tipped rod they all carried. <br><br>Vampires did rule the society, there was no doubt about that. For the most part, the Weres simply did as they were told, since their Vampire overlords had the upper hand in the ruling department.&nbsp; However, sometimes a Were simply didn't give a damn anymore and would shred anyone and anything within range, and that was why the Vampire guards that ventured in the arenas were armed. The device was simple, a five-foot long pole, the top foot of which was clad in silver, making an exceptionally long mace. In the hands of a Vampire, any staff would deliver a heavy blow, but cap it with silver, and the added kick would put even the most blood-mad Were on his knees. <br><br>His jaw ached, which was actually good. It gave him something to focus on, a way to ignore the awful, torn hole in his chest that his brother's death had left. He followed his guards numbly, not realizing at first when they didn't take the normal route back to the pens.&nbsp; His ears perked and he sniffed experimentally, catching hints of sweet perfumes, expensive fabrics... and human female? Despite the pain, he was intrigued, looking around and sniffing curiously as he was brought up into one of the upper balconies, where Weres never went, not unless they were...<br><br>"My Lord, your slave, as requested." Brady did a doubletake, looking down at the guard on his side. <em>Oh, HELL no.</em> Life in the gladiator pits wasn't easy, but it was at least something he was good at... and less demeaning than some jobs. Like anything a personal slave would be supposed to do. A growl started low in his throat, but died away as he caught sight of the Vampire he was being presented to. He sniffed again, surprised to find the normal, sickly-sweet smell of the bloodsuckers was... muted, or changed.... this fancy-dressed, well-groomed Vampire actually smelled more like a dessert, or something... or maybe that was just the pale, shaken-looking human woman beside him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mates Are Made For Eachother No Matter How Strange (wolventears &amp; hatter77)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hatter77</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 18:36:15</strong>
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				Anders was still feeling the pain and agony of this feral creature and could not believe how attached he was feeling. The girl was still in trouble though and his concern for her, no matter how unorthodox it was, was real and had to be dealt with sooner rather than later. "Turn human I wish to see your other form." Anders spoke and used a little more of a command like tone than he intended to but that was to be expected it was out of habit as vampires have always ruled with an iron fist.<br><br>Anders attention was turned to the human girl as she was seemingly intrigued by the interaction of him and his new slave. Just thinking of this wolf as a slave made his stomach hurt, why was that. Anders had caught and enslaved thousands of these beasts and yet this one he just wanted to have for himself and not as a slave. "Once you have shown me your human form I wish you to go to my room there is some things I'd like to discuss in private with you now that you are mine. Things that you will need to know.<br><br>He was going to use this wolf to help him free the girl from the princes grasp, he didn't know how or why he wanted to do it but he would and that was final in his mind. They would do it together whether it be as an order to his new slave wolf or as a combined force which Anders thought would be more likely considering it would involve killing a great deal of the vampires that just in some way contributed to the wolfs kin being murdered. However, if need be he would order the wolf to obey him with force even if he wouldn't enjoy doing it like usual he still would need more than himself to free the girl and that was something that had to happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mates Are Made For Eachother No Matter How Strange (wolventears &amp; hatter77)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 19:33:30</strong>
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				Gwen's saw a flash of something on the vampire's face as the wolf was brought to them. A wolf who was now very very close to her. She gulped, looking up and up, over his fur clad body to the canine like head. Instead of fear, those feeling of sadness washed over her again and she wanted nothing more than to reach out to him. <em>I am so sorry,</em> she thought. Or it was supposed to be in only her head at least. Her feelings were so great that the thought transmitted to him unbeknown to her. <br><br>Just then, something whirred past him, sinking into the chest of the vampire who had lead Brady to the Dias. Someone screamed "Hunters!" as the vampire looked down at his chest a split second before he physically exploded into a bloody mess. A bloody mess that now covered her and Brady.<br><br>She looked down at herself, hands held out in front of her as her mouth hung open. Her creamy skin was now covered in blood and strings of God only knew what, the smell horrible. <br><br>As all hell broke loose, vampires flew around her as humans in battle like gear rushed in. The ones closest to her grabbed the Prince, ushering him out to safety. But in their rush, they forgot about her. <br><br>She was in shock, unable to get the command from her brain to her legs to move the fuck out of there. Instead, she looked up at the werewolf, her eyes wide in her slender face.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mates Are Made For Eachother No Matter How Strange (wolventears, ryua, hatter77)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryua</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 20:36:30</strong>
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				Brady's hackles rose at the tone of command in the vampire's voice. He hated being bossed around, just hated it... and yet, at the same time, he felt his body trying to relax, to shift. If he hadn't been so worked up emotionally, he probably would have been human again before he realized what had happened. He had just felt the odd, almost-ache of his bones starting to shift when the projectile slammed into the vampire beside him.<br><br>Adrenaline coursed through his system, slamming him back into full wolf mode. He intended to leap out of the balcony, use the confusion to try and escape, to get out of here... and instead, found his eyes following the fancy vamp (his owner... no. Think about that later) as he was hauled out of danger. He was just about to leave, really, but then glanced down. The human woman was just standing there, the taint of fear and shock mixing with her sweet, mouthwatering aroma...<br><br>Before he really knew what he was doing, he'd snatched her up as gently as possible, holding her against his chest and racing after the fleeing vampire group. He wished he had all four limbs free, but the thought of leaving the girl behind was... impossible to comprehend. He'd be more likely to tear off his own arm and leave it for the hunters than drop her and leave her here. <br><br>Despite the chaos, he had no problem following the group. The vampire's scent was etched in his memory, filling his nose, he could have followed it anywhere. With the girl pressed in a fragile-seeming bundle to his chest, he loped through the scattering mob, finally catching sight of his quarry.
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