Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)
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				Title: <strong>Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 15:04:54</strong>
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				There was a time, in distant memory, when these wars were fought legitimately. Faerie against Faerie, the terrible war between the Courts rocking the foundations of the mortal world as vast armies marched, thunderheads heralding their arrival. When ranks of Fae Knights clashed with hulking Trolls, when the screams of Goblins and the war horns of the Wyld Hunt drove cowering humans deep into their miserable huts to wait out the fury of their betters. <br><br>Those were grander days.<br><br>The humans had power now, with their wretched iron and steel weapons. No longer could the Courts wage civilized war. Retreating to the shadows, they played out their eternal conflict with patsies, pawns and mortal agents. Violent, savage conflicts between mortals, glamoured and maneuvered into serving their interests. Like the conflict today. The apartment complex had been an acquisition of a rival, for some unfathomable scheme or another. Filled with his retainers, his agents, it had to be dealt with. She had sent her own, two dozen mortals supported by two knights to keep things...under control.<br><br>Shattered glass and bits of drywall litter the bloodstained floors of the building, mortal corpses - her own agents, and those of her rival - slumped where they met their end. Later, evidence and a subtle glamour would direct mortal law enforcement toward a gang war over drugs, compelling enough that questions would not be asked and the public would be content with misdirected outrage against their own. The upper floors were a mess, bullet holes dotting the walls, blood everywhere. Here, a few unfortunates who picked the wrong hut to cower in had been slaughtered as well. Regrettable - but no more than that. A family of four, tragic victims of an escalating drug war.<br><br>Her thoughts are interrupted by a fair mewling noise, the familiar, pleasant sound of a mortal in pain. Following the noise, she finds a small studio apartment, clean and well - if simply - decorated. A human male lays on the floor in a pool of blood, quiet, whimpering gurgles escaping his mouth. His clothing is soaked with blood, crimson fluid welling up from two holes in his chest and dripping from his mouth. His eyes, piercing blue, look up at her as she stands in the doorframe, wide with pain and fear. He gurgles an incomprehensible plea, reaching for the woman. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 17:14:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Her dark green eyes looked down at the clear blue orbs that showed so much pain. Something about his eyes...something...that moved her. She tilted her head and let the long red hair fall back over her shoulder and down her back. She squinted and moved her hands to her slender hips. His hand reached out to her and so much of her simply wanted to turn and walk away leaving him to his fate. However, those eyes...</span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Garret, Tarin get in here." Two men one dark with dark brown flesh and the other with flesh so white it almost glowed slipped into the apartment and up to her side. "Bring him..." Both men moved their eyes to the woman and then to each other. They did not question, they simply moved to him and picked him up. One man holding under his shoulders and the other his legs. The woman spun on her heeled boots and stepped from the room quickly.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The man holding the bleeding mans shoulders leaned his down and whispered, "My oh my boy...The lady Melina has not taken a mortal in a long time. You should deem yourself lucky." Both men shared a laugh and then shuffled out of the apartment carefully. They placed him into the back of a very dark SUV and all the doors were shut quickly. The man with white flesh slipped into the back with him and held a white cloth over the holes in his chest. He moved his large white hand over the injured mans eyes and spoke one word."Sleep..."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 23:00:28</strong>
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				The boy whimpers softly as he is picked up, blood dripping from his body as he is carried into the back of the SUV. His head remains motionless, held between Tarin's arms as he carries him, but his eyes dart from side to side, eyes confused and frightened, gurgling a confused question, the meaning lost in the blood filling his mouth.<br><br>His breathing becomes faint, irregular as one of the men sits beside him, holding a white cloth over his wounds. He looks up as he reaches for his eyes, a pleading expression on his face before his eyes flutter closed and he falls into a deep, fitful sleep, Faerie Magic reknitting his flesh while he sleeps. The man with white flesh leans over the seat, speaking quietly. "He will live, if that is your desire."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 03:39:22</strong>
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				Once the boy was asleep, she moved to get a good look at him. With his eyes closed and breathing normally he was not nearly as pretty, but she knew what he had to offer her.<br>&nbsp;<br>"It is my desire." The SUV stopped in front of a very large house. The air was swimming with magics, and it made her skin crawl a bit just to be there. "Take him inside and restrain him however you feel will do the job. Remember he mortal nothing too...heavy." She smiled a dark smile and moved into the front door of the house.<br>&nbsp;<br>The two men took the sleeping figure toward the back door where he was laid on a rather soft table, but was bound to it with straps of leather. Nothing that would hurt him unless he fought against him. Garret moved his hand over the mans eyes once again and spoke the word "Awake..." the mans eyes would open and he would be staring up at two very large and strangely beautiful men.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Well good morning sunshine...."Tarin spoke with a deep and rattled voice as if he was a smoker. Garret moved back to the table and looked at the mans wounds. "Hmm how do you feel? Anything feel out of place...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 02:52:57</strong>
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				The boy's eyes flicker open and he looks up, disoriented and confused. He tries to rise, and almost immediately the bonds that have been set hold him down. Eyes grow wide and scared, although he answers their questions.<br><br>"I...I feel fine." His tone is one of genuine puzzlement. The last time he was conscious, truly in command of his thoughts and perceptions, he was on a floor, dying, pleading for help. Now he genuinely feels fine, well and not dying. He looks up at the two men, clearly terrified. "Where am I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 05:15:39</strong>
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				Both men laugh a little when he pulls against the straps that hold him. Tarin laughs a bit louder and comes over to look the young man in the face. He was about to say something but the clip clop of a woman in heels was echoing down the stone hallway through the door. Tarin moved his eyes to the large doorway and back to the man.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Listen here....Melina is very powerful. Do not piss her off, and I mean DO NOT." Garret of the ''white flesh" came around the table and nodded agreeing with the dark man. "Call her mistress until she tells you that you can call her by name; should that ever happen. Be careful not to meet her gaze for too long..." His words were cut off when the woman came around the corner.<br>&nbsp;<br>She was a sight to behold. The black pants clung to her body as though she was poured into him. The red silken shirt seemed as though it was made of straps and one large triangle of fabric. It clung to the curve of her breasts and two taut little nipples strained against the fabric. Her long dark red hair was pulled back into a low pony tail and dark green eyes stared at the man as she approached. She flicked her wrist and both men sped out of the room, their eyes on the ground. When she spoke, her voice was low and lightly accented.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Mmm so here you are...in my realm. What is your name, boy?" Her crimson lips curved into a smile as she spoke and awaited his response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 17:22:39</strong>
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				The hurried warnings to him by the two men, the absence of actual answers and the sudden, intimidating appearance of the same beautiful woman who he saw as he was dying. He looks up at her, his eyes wide, and those bright, frightened eyes are back, wide and pleading. He watches the two men flee before his eyes go back up to her.<br><br>"D...Derrick." His voice is hoarse and pained, blood and dehydration having taken its toll on his throat. "Please...where am I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 19:35:03</strong>
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				A smile pulled at her lips, curving them into a malice filled grin.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Well D...Derrick, welcome to my home. There is a little more to it than just a simple home, but we can talk about that later. For now, know that you are realitively safe so long as you do make me angry." The smile left her lips and she walked a bit closer to the table.<br>&nbsp;<br>Her hand moved slowly to his body running her palm over his chest. The fabric of his shirt was now hard and caked with blood. Her fingers closed around the middle of the shirt and with a strength that was almost inhuman she tore it off of his shoulders dropping the torn fabric on the ground beside her.<br>&nbsp;<br>A fingertip moved gently over the re-knit flesh, perhaps still a little tender to the touch. Her palm then moved up his chest, fingers spreading to feel his flesh giving under her touch.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Mmmm so soft and warm." Her eyes flicked to his face. She knew he throat had to be parched and sore. The smile returned this time it was a bit more gentle. "Would you like some water, Derrick?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 00:20:30</strong>
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				He nods timidly, yelping in surprise as his shirt is torn from him, looking up at her, his eyes wide with fright. He doesn't speak, too terrified to do so. As her fingers, so recently shown to be far more powerful than they appear, trace across his flesh he tenses, muscles evident beneath fragile flesh. Derrick winces when she traces over his newly healed wounds, his heart pounding beneath her palm.<br><br>"Please, water would be nice." Its such a nice image, when a young, fresh mortal slowly learns his place. There will be far more urgent pleas escaping his lips in the coming days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 03:29:15</strong>
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				"Such good manners, saying please...and you did not even need to be told." She walked over to the small fridge that was sitting in the corner behind him. He would hear the door open and close and the sound of her heels as she walked back over into view. She opened the tiny water and held it up to his lips allowing a few swollows before she took it away.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Mmmm Derrick, you and I are going to have such fun. Though I will need to be cautious, your mortal body will break and bleed so easily." The smile upon her lips was a dark one. That same slender hand moved down his bare chest again, fingertips dragging over the meat of his stomach and when they reached the waist of his pants, her eyes flicked up to his face quickly. She watched his eyes as she allowed her hand to trace lower over the zipper of her pants. Her palm lightly touched and carressed the slight bulge hidden under the fabric. She licked at her lips and tended the area like someone would a fire, wanting a result and not giving up until she had what she wanted.<br>&nbsp;<br>Her fingertips slipped up the shaft and down over his balls wanting to spark life into it. "Mmm come on now Derrick, I know you are a little scared, but I want to feel what I have to play with..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 04:14:20</strong>
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				His head follows the sound as best he can, looking up at her when she returns with water, gratefully taking a few gulps of the cool, clear liquid before it is taken away.&nbsp; The boy tugs slightly in his bonds as she speaks, her intentions becoming clear. His eyes widen as she takes grip of his shaft, squirming softly, his voice a whispered moan.<br><br>"Wait...what are you doing? Who are you?" It seems her minions failed to fully brief him on the nature of his captivity, the mortal jerking softly in his bonds even as he grows erect under her careful tending. His voice turns fearful. "Please...what..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 11:01:14</strong>
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				Feeling the slab of flesh growing under her careful touches brings a large and dangerous smile to her face. <br>"Mmm Derrick, even in the midst of all this, you are quite a lot of man. For a mortal, this is impressive." She watched him as he tugged at the leather straps that held his hands and feet. It was almost sad to watch him struggle against power he probably did not even know existed.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Allow me a moment to explain, but I shall only do so once, so listen well child." She slipped her hand away from his growing excitement and moved up to stand near his face, her dark green eyes seeming to glow with an inner kind of light. "You see this only looks like a normal house to your untouched eyes. This is really more of a mound. It is made of magic and is sustained by the magic of my kind. I am sure you are curious as to what 'my kind' could mean, and I will tell you...later." Her eyes flicked over his body slowly.<br>&nbsp;<br>"No this, for now you are safe, and no one will harm you because you are under my protection." Her hand moved to the leather strap that bound the wrist so close to her. "Now I need you clean. I will allow you freedom, a shower and clean clothing but you must promise not to do anything stupid like try to run. If you run there will consequences...and believe me honey you will not like them." The color of her eyes seemed to undulate as she moved those orbs back up to his face. "Do you swear to me that you will be a good little boy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 01:24:05</strong>
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				He listens to her in confusion, his mortal mind, used to safe, understandable rules having trouble grappling with what she says. Child? Made by magic? Her...kind?...<br><br>Derrick listens to her statement, that she wants him free in order to wash and change - and the consequences of abusing that small scrap of freedom. He nods slightly. "I'll behave..." He looks up at her as she begins undoing his bonds, a questioning expression on his face. "What...why am I being protected by you? Why did you help me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 11:40:35</strong>
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				She nods when he promises to behave. She slips off the first leather strap and then slips around the table to the next. Before she gets to undo that one he asks his question.<br>&nbsp;<br>"You will address me as Mistress. Do you understand that, Derrick?" That is all she said. Her hands slipped the other strap off. Her feet moved her quickly to his feet and she loosed those straps as well. She looked up at him and spoke one word...<br>&nbsp;<br>"Follow.."<br>&nbsp;<br>She took off quickly out the door and to the right. Once he would have left the room, his entire world may have just been turned upside down. The walls were a deep brown and looked as if they were made of dirt. She quickly winded her way through the dark hallways only lit by torches. However, those torches were not lit by fire. A strange blue light glowed from the little sconch. She slipped into a room off to the right and once again they stood in a room that looked like an ordinary room. It had real walls, a tile floor, a rather large shower and bath and toliet. <br>&nbsp;<br>Her arms were crossed over her chest and she looked over at him.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Tarin will be in with clothing for you before you get in the shower. Take your time, and when you are done Tarin will bring you to me." With that she turned on her heel and walked out of the room. Tarin was indeed standing there just outside the door with what looked like an entire wardrobe over his large arm. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek and then whispered into his ear softly.<br>&nbsp;<br>Tarin walked into the bathroom and set the clothes on the tub. His gruff voice filled the room and his eyes seemed to glow as he looked at the young man.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I am sure you have questions kid...lay them on me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 01:03:48</strong>
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				He rises from the table, rubbing his wrists slightly and nodding. "Y...yes Mistress." He follows her obediently, occasionally falling behind as he looks in awe and more than a little confusion of the dark, natural pathways of the house/mound. Unfamiliar with his surroundings, he reflexively seeks something familiar for comfort, and by the end of the walk he has actually strayed quite close to the woman - a recognizable source of strength, and possibly safety.<br><br>He nods, not having a chance to speak before she is gone. He jumps slightly at the sudden presence of Tarin. He looks down quietly. "What's going on? Where am I - w..what's happening? All I remember is laying on the floor and then waking up here." His voice trembles, fear and confusion clear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 03:31:32</strong>
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				The large dark man felt a little for the guy, but he knew better than to coddle the mortal. He thought quickly about how to explain what had just happened to him. He set down the pile of clothes and leaned against the far wall.<br><br><br>"Alright, here is the deal. You were pretty much dead. You were knocking on deaths door and bathing in your own blood. Melina saw you and apparently liked you. Either that or you reminded her of someone she hated. Bah! I am getting ahead of myself." Tarin paused and thought a moment. He hated having to explain the world that they lived in to a mortal who would most likely not even believe it.<br><br><br>"Okay, you know Tinkerbell from the movie <em>Peter Pan </em>right? Ah, shit that is a horrible example." The large man was talking nonsense or so it seemed. Until he thought of a way that would be perfect to explain.<br><br><br>"Alright, what if vampires, shape-shifters and all those nightmare things were real? Have you ever heard of the faerie in stories?" Tarn stopped there and waited for a reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 09:18:32</strong>
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				The boy thinks for a moment, seeming to chew over what the man is saying, his expression growing pale. He can faintly remember what happened before, the chaos of whatever was going on in his apartment building, the sudden noise of gunshots...searing pain. The faint image of a feminine figure standing in his doorway comes unbidden to his mind, and he begins to comprehend.<br><br>"You're saying she's a Faery?" He seems skeptical, but he takes the statement on faith for the moment - the man seems impatient to get past this part, and he has experienced extraordinary things during his brief captivity - things that suggests the woman was not entirely normal.. "But more like something out of the Grimm's tales - the real ones - than Tinkerbell." He bites his lower lip, considering. "And she saved my life."<br><br>"So what happens to me now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 14:45:32</strong>
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				Tarin smiled at the man and nodded as he was understanding the situation a bit more.<br><br><br>"We are all Fae here. There are a few mortals lurking a bit, but they are more servants than anything else." He stood quickly and started to lay out the clothes a bit better. <br><br><br>"Yes she saved your life. None of us really know why, and as far as your last question goes..." Tarin turned and looked at the man. He had literally been ripped from his own world and tossed into one that was beyond most mortal comprehension.<br><br><br>"Look, the lady Melina is out most powerful right now. She is the 'princess' of sorts and will ascend the throne very soon. When she asks for something we give it to her. There are no questions. I do not know what will happen to you." Tarin paused.<br><br><br>"She may torture you, she may love you. She may use your body for pleasure. Trust me on this, do as she asks, if you resist it will only be made worse on you. Do you understand? If you are lucky she may just take you as a lover. That is what I am, along with her enforcer." He then moved to the door but before leaving Derrick in the room he looked at him again.<br><br><br>"Just make the best of it...that is all I can say." With that he turned and closed the door and left the mortal to clean himself up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim of Circumstance (Calie and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 06:10:53</strong>
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				He listens to the man's explanations quietly. As Tarin goes on, the blood drains from his face. The uncertainty, the clear power of the woman, the very strong warning. He was in over his head, clearly, and as the man leaves, the weight of it presses down on him. His hand shakes uncontrollably as he starts the shower, and he closes his eyes, trying to concentrate enough to elicit a stream of water. <br><br>As the warm stream of water cascades down, he steps in, eventually curling up in a corner of the shower, pulling his knees up to his chest. He indulges himself in a good twenty minutes of overwhelmed sobbing as the water washes over him before he rises, rinsing the blood, sweat and dirt off him with a trembling hand. Eventually, clean and somewhat composed, but still overwhelmed, he towels himself off and dresses in the provided clothes - which fit him perfectly, much to his surprise. Clean and dressed, he waits nervously for Tarin to return, pacing the small bathroom endlessly.
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