Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite & Moirae )]
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				Title: <strong>Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 13:57:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/Zsadist.png)</div> <br>Violence erupted, shattering the serenity of the woods as Zsadist sent one lesser smashing against a thick tree trunk, the snap of bones sending a small shiver down his spine and had a growl emitting from between his clenched teeth.&nbsp; It'd taken longer than he liked tracking down this desouled human, he having turned tail and surprisingly abandoned the two others Zsadist had found here in the woods.&nbsp; Why they were here of all places was slightly baffling and would need to be discussed as soon as possible with Wrath, but for now... for now they embraced death.&nbsp; They were a ways from Caldwell and if it hadn't been for the brief sighting of them as he'd finished his patrol for the evening he would have missed them entirely as they'd made their way from the city and to the country.&nbsp; Leaving Caldwell or not, being a lesser meant they were marked for death and after an entire night of not finding a single one, he'd given in to the blood thirst and chased after. <br><br>With a savage fury, the deep lines of hate clear across his scarred face, Zsadist lunged at the lesser, the long blade of his black dagger lethally sweeping out across the lesser's chest before it sunk in deep to where his heart would have been.&nbsp; The man screamed out as the dagger tore up, back down, and twisted out, black blood oozing from the body as it fell limply to the ground.&nbsp; It was only then, as his chest heaved in a deep breath, did he feel the pain shooting through his shoulder from where one of them had successfully stabbed him and his thigh where two bullets had grazed.&nbsp; His breath hissed as he glanced to his shoulder and saw where the dagger had torn through the black turtleneck.&nbsp; Damnit.&nbsp; It'd been one of his favorites.&nbsp; Leaning against the tree, he dug his cell phone from his jean pocket and checked again for service.<br><br>Nothing.&nbsp; Not even one fucking bar.&nbsp; Shit, he hated it out here.&nbsp; What the hell had the lessers been been up to?&nbsp; The throb in his shoulder had him tensing, canines nipping at his lower lip as he clenched his teeth.&nbsp; There was barely enough time to get back to his car (a dark gray, Porsche 911 Carreta 4S, his one true possession) and make it back to the compound.&nbsp; Survival became his main priority as he pushed aside the pain and began running, the woods and the imprints of their fight becoming an outline in his head, refreshed by the signs he saw here and there.&nbsp; Zsadist was nearly half way back when he saw a set of tracks -- not his, certainly not the lesser's -- that at his gaze sharply pivoting as he came to a sudden stop; it was instinct that had the dagger already unsheathed, the Twin SIG forties ignored.&nbsp; <br><br>Yet, as his black eyes danced through the trees it wasn't an enemy he saw but the corner outline of a cabin, the bulk of it hidden by a lush sweep trees.&nbsp; Was this what they had been up here for?&nbsp; Deeply inhaling he smelled nothing but the rich pines of the forest, his own blood damp against his turtleneck, and not one whiff of baby powder.&nbsp; The lure of an empty cabin to safely hunker down into until dusk was one Z didn't fight when his shoulder throbbed again and he immediately changed course, jogged now toward the cabin and keeping a hand pressed on the wound to stifle the blood flow.&nbsp; He saw no flickers of light or movement as he approached the cabin, noting each window being boarded; his eyes narrowed on the front door lock as he came up the few stairs leading up to the small porch.&nbsp; Dawn was coming and all too soon -- the blasted cell phone with no signal hadn't been right on time.&nbsp; <br><br>Quietly the door eased open from the nudge with his good shoulder, eased shut behind him as he glanced quickly around the main room.&nbsp; It was certainly lived in -- recently.&nbsp; Well, shit.&nbsp; The thought came just as he leaned back against the door and heard his cellphone give a small beep, signaling it now had reception.&nbsp; The quickest of glances told him it had precisely one bar... and with the signal came an upgrade of time, telling him what he'd already suspected.&nbsp; Dawn was here.&nbsp; Still having not seen or heard anyone, Zsadist took the opportunity to send a quick text to Wrath, informing him of his relative location and of the lessers.&nbsp; Sliding the phone back into his pocket, he was about to take one step forward when he heard it.<br><br><em>Creak</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 20:57:17</strong>
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				Chop. Chop. Crunch. Chop. Chop.<br><br>The sounds of an axe falling on piece of wood to split it in two filled the night air with its crunching noise. One would think a brawny and strapping male of worth was the one wielding the small axe and splitting the wood with ease. Wrong. A female held the axe in her hands and had to struggle to split the piece of wood for the last five minutes. Finally after the fifth time in hitting the wood with the axe it finally split open. Satisfaction at the work done by herself could be seen on Avila's (http://l.yimg.com/l/tv/us/img/site/65/04/0000036504_20061215144245.jpg) lips and she bent over to pick up the last of the wood needed to heat up the cabin. The cabin was in disuse after the old couple who lived here moved themselves to a retirement home. Luckily, the little old lady rented out the cabin to the person who was able to fix up the cabin and tend to it without using much of the electricity or water. For Avila, she was use to going without heat or running water which made it a perfect place for her to hide out for the time being.<br><br>Cautiously, Avila looked up from picking up a few logs to listen to the sound of crunching leaves and twigs from far away. She felt her body tense up hoping it was a wolf rather than an individual out in the woods. Nonetheless, she did not take any chances as she grabbed the last log and made her way back to the cabin. No chances were taken out here in the woods where there were wolves and the potential to be attacked by hungry bears. Once she made her way to the cabin, it took only her a few moment to put the latches in and run over to turn off all of the lights in the house. She did not want anyone to know she lived here and most of all she did not want any trouble to come her way. Avila already had enough trouble on her plate and it was only a matter of time before needing to move onto something else before he found her. Just thinking about him made her stomach clench something awful and Avila headed to the bathroom to wash the awful taste from her mouth. <br><br>For almost five years, Avila had been a blood slave. She counted the days and the weeks and the months by scratching her nails on the walls to remember how long she was under the male's torture. Holding a vampire in blood slavery was outlawed, illegal and a grave sentence should anyone find out. Somehow, the male who held her knew his way around the rules or had someone in his pocket in the glymera to look the other way when screams were heard down in the basement. After a while, the male placed Avila in a sound proof room along with lining the room to stop her from dematerializing to safety. He kept her in the room to torture, drink from, rape and more unspeakable things. Only when she counted that her needing period was close did she hatch a plan to escape or to die before ever growing the monster's child inside of her womb. It was hard to escape and Avila did not know the whole explanation as to how she managed to get away but she bet it was the monster's shellan who aided in her escape.<br><br>Either way, Avila ran as far as she could to get away from him. She changed hair color, identities, name, had a bit of money the monster's shellan had given her to stay away from her husband. What kind of hellren took a female prisoner against her will, drained her and kept her as blood and sexual slave? A true monster. For Avila, the process to get away almost ended in getting caught several times by the male but she always managed to stay ahead of him. She was determined never to go back or be marred again for his pleasure. Avila covered herself up from her neck down to the tips of her toes. Never did she want anyone to see the marks and brands the Master (no, he was never anyone's Master, let alone hers to begin with) had placed upon her skin. Her once beautiful skin was now riddled with scars and brands which shouted at the horrors she foolishly put herself through. Not even her family knew of her whereabouts because someone in question got the word out about her untimely death. Even if she did find a way back to her family to prove the ruse, shame would surely be upon their heads. She was not an untouched female and she was a damn fool to have fallen in lust with a monster.<br><br>There were nights when she laid awake in bed with the lights turned on that she could still feel his breath upon her face and his hands all over her body. Many nights, she stayed awake with a knife in her hands hoping and praying to the Scribe Virgin that he had forgotten all about her and would leave her with some semblance of peace. Yet, she knew the truth. He was always going to come searching for her to drag her back to the living hell and make sure she never thought about escaping from his grasp again. However, if and when he came back for her, she promised herself to fight back and take her life before spending another night in his household again. Now, he might be here, waiting in silence to capture her and show her how bad of a slave she was to make him sweat and waste precious time. She was only too glad to have kept some of the windows boarded up to give the illusion of no one in the house but it left her vulnerable to squatters and to anyone who snuck in because she could not get a clear visual. <br><br>Quickly, Avila headed into the small bedroom in the back to grab the knife from beneath her pillow. She hid knives around the house just in case he came back and thought he caught her with nothing to fight him off. Oh how Avila wanted to plunge the knife into his neck over and over while he slowly choked on his own blood. To see him gone from this world would finally end this whole nightmare. Until then, she was on the run and hoped the blood taken from her neck, wrists and other intimate parts of her body were gone and used up in his system. Avila even thought to remove the small tracking device beneath the skin of her arm before escaping. The device was used for dogs and that is what the male had said when he had it injected into her skin. <em>You are my bitch and as a bitch, I have to make sure you do not get lost or try to run away</em>. Now, another scar lay where she savagely ripped it out with a knife and her own nails. <br><br>Was he now here in the cabin? Avila could only pray it was not him and he had not found her now. Slowly, she made a life for herself here, a reclusive one but a life for herself. She had even started to go outside to cut her own firewood for more than a few quick seconds and to watch the snow flakes fall around her. Now she feared being taken back to the dank and dirty basement with the chains and the disgusting mattress. Picking up the knife, Avila started to make her way towards the hallway towards the nearest exit. She might want to fight but she was not strong enough to keep him at bay should the knife not hit home in his neck or his in groin. As she put a foot down, Avila almost cursed as she heard the board creak beneath her foot. Avila held her brought hoping whoever was in the cabin thought the creak was their own foot making the noise. <em>Just go away. Leave me alone. I do not want to go back. You will not make me go back.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 16:01:18</strong>
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				<strong>"</strong>Do not open that door.<strong>"</strong><br><br>The words were nearly growled as Zsadist stepped into the frame of the end of the hall, his black eyes narrowed on the feminine form a good ten feet from him.&nbsp; The scent told him she wasn't human and there wasn't even a whiff of baby powder, which was something he would have caught right away once coming into the cabin.&nbsp; At first he had hoped it was just an animal also lurking in the cabin; an animal could have easily been dealt with or even ignored.&nbsp; This form before him, however, made matters a little more difficult -- more than he was really in the mood for.&nbsp; What on earth was a female doing out here in the middle of no where?&nbsp; Close to where the <em>lessers </em>had been?&nbsp; It wasn't adding up quick enough for him and he didn't like that one bit.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"</strong>I'm not going to hurt you -- as long as you don't open the door and step away.&nbsp; You don't want to be out there either.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; He barely gave a glance at the knife she carried, having no fear that he wouldn't be able to overpower on the off chance she did something stupid like try to attack him.&nbsp; It wasn't until she didn't go rushing outside, then barely giving her thought, that he stalked toward the closest window that weren't covered and snapped the shutters closed after giving a very glance outside to ensure no <em>lessers </em>were lurking.&nbsp; He could, however, already see the first glimmers of sunlight breaching the blanket of trees; that alone had his eyes aching for a moment.&nbsp; Zsadist spared her a glance, though kept a track on her movements with his ears as he turned to leave the immediate room.<br><br>Whether or not she followed him, he went through each room that he found, ensuring that not only was she alone but that there weren't any surprises -- ill or good -- waiting here.&nbsp; In the end, he saw a cabin that was clean, taken care of -- lived in -- and yet there wasn't a personal touch, a sense that this belonged to her.&nbsp; He saw nothing that reflected a memory of her life here.&nbsp; Perhaps she was visiting?&nbsp; Passing through?&nbsp; But... why here?&nbsp; Returning to where he had left her, Zsadist glanced until he saw her and ensured to keep more than his fair share of distance.&nbsp; Oh yeah, she was a pretty one -- more than pretty, if he wanted to admit it to himself and he sure as hell didn't.&nbsp; Clenching his jaw for a moment, he ignored the tiredness starting to seep in, the pain that was aching in his side from where one of the <em>lessers </em>had successfully slashed into his skin.&nbsp; Instead he focused on her.<br><br><strong>"</strong>Who are you and what are you doing up here?<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; Cold.&nbsp; Direct.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 01:08:23</strong>
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				Quickly, Avila kept her gasp from falling from her lips at hearing the male tell her not to open the door. He heard her. The male heard her footsteps and she wanted if he knew if a male or female was in the cabin. Holding her breath, she hoped he did not want anything for her and thought himself in a free place to stay for the night or for a few days as a drifter. Hopefully, he was not here for her because that is not what she wanted to happen. What she wanted was more than diamonds or pretty dresses. What she yearned to have was the sense of her mind not forming up the images of what he had done to her. To push it all or even think it was a mirage. She did not want his voice in her head telling her how much she belonged to him and that she was nothing without him. She was everything without him and if he was here to start this nightmare of a process all over again, Avila planned to take drastic action. She would not open the door to let in the sunlight for it would end in her death and the male doing something horrible to her ashes. <br><br>Nonetheless, Avila watched the male as he walked around the cabin. He might be trying to see if there was anyone else in the house. If he thought no one was around, he might attack her. He might even take advantage of her knowing no one would hear her screams or her struggles. She was not about to become a victim again. Avila refused to be a victim all over again. The man would have to die whether or not he was from the horrible bastard's household. She could not wait here and be taken from the life she was starting to have without him telling her what to do, what to wear or how to act around him. If she hesitated for even a minute longer, he would take the chance to overpower her. If it was him or someone sent out on his behalf to bring her back to him, Avila planned to send him a very messy message. <br><br>She wanted him to know that he was not going to take her back to the damp basement, abuse her all over again and feel he had every right to her body. Her body, while riddled with scars which now marred her once flawless skin was not going to take another beating or another rape from him. Avila did everything since escaping to remove him from her body but it would take a lot longer to get back her piece of mind. "You will die!," she screamed out as she came forward, the knife wielded in front of her to try and drive it deeper. She would have held it above her head but if the assailant was taller than her, he could reach out and take her own viable means to kill herself should this end up with being dragged back to the basement. <br><br>Avila would rather die by her own hand and end up in the limbo world than to be taken and enslaved once more in the basement with the son of a bitch. He already took her maidenhood, her comfort, her sense of security, but he was not going to take this piece of life she made for herself out here in the woods. The man looked injured from the crimson drops and the smell of blood which wafted to her nose. She would get a better chance that he was hurt and get rid of his body with the sun coming over the horizon. "You are not going to take me back!," she screamed, her eyes lighting up with rage and disgust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 11:49:50</strong>
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				"Son of a bitch!"<br><br>That had certainly not been what he'd been expecting!&nbsp; Perhaps a flippant remark as some females tended to give these days, her running into another room (not something he had been looking forward to dealing with as it might have meant giving chase), or even merely standing there silent and held in some sort of panic, deer in the head light moment.&nbsp; No, instead she came flying at him like a madwoman with a look in her eyes that sent a chill through Zsadist.&nbsp; A knowing chill.&nbsp; He'd seen that look before, had felt it: cold, furious determination. It was more than enough to catch him off guard for a moment, to give her a small slice of victory.&nbsp; <br><br>A short lived victory, however.&nbsp; The tip of her knife dragged across his stomach, steel connecting with flesh just as he'd moved to turn, torn from flooding memories.&nbsp; The sting of pain was ignored as he deftly reached out, snapping the handle of the knife from her grasp while his free hand reached up, grabbing her shoulder and strongly forcing her forward toward the closest wall.&nbsp; A split second later his tight, hard body was pressed against her and held her pinned with his upper body and one knee cradling the small of her back.&nbsp; Zsadist snapped out a breath and viciously fought to keep his touch from getting too forceful.&nbsp; He didn't want to hurt the female if he didn't have to, but, damnit, what the fuck was going on here?!&nbsp; <br><br>"What the fuck is wrong with you!?"&nbsp; He pressed harder into her, his words savage against her ear and clearly echoing his thoughts.&nbsp; "Female, if you really want a fight -- if you really want to feel some pain -- go ahead and keep going on like this.&nbsp; I will gladly show you no mercy and take glee in hearing every single cry from your lips.&nbsp; Got it?"&nbsp; To further drive home that point, he lightly pressed the edge of her own blade against the back of her neck, keeping it light and just enough for her to feel the mere whisper of steel speckled with his blood.&nbsp; What the fuck had been going through her head?&nbsp; "I said I wouldn't hurt you, but if you give me another reason to I will not hesitant.&nbsp; Now.&nbsp; I asked you who you are and what the hell you're doing here.&nbsp; I'm waiting for the answers."<br><br>A sharp hiss of breath had him glad he wasn't fully pressed into her.&nbsp; The mere feel of her against him held him frozen for just a moment long enough to know she had better start talking soon.&nbsp; Despite everything else she felt far too soft and warm, even just his chest where his heart was forcefully kept calm.&nbsp; The very first thought of her that dared tickle his mind had his stomach clenching and his resolve strengthening.&nbsp; <br><br>"Answer.&nbsp; Now."&nbsp; His voice dropped to a low, cold growl, his sharpened canines elongating as the growl deepened.&nbsp; Not until the woman told him what he wanted and he felt her yield to the fight -- completely, without any sense of muscles springing upon the first shift -- and he felt her heart at least begin to settle did he even entertain the notion of moving away.&nbsp; Even if every shred of logic and self preservation was screaming at him; better this than what the other consequences could be if he didn't get her under enough control not to come attacking at him again.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 21:20:13</strong>
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				Avila hoped her knife would find a vital organ and make the male bleed out. She had no idea whether her plan of hers would work but at least she could go down fighting instead of trying to hide in the corner of the nearest room. She was done giving up and giving in to another man out of fear of punishment. Avila had ever right to throw this male out of her cabin and keep him from thinking he had any right to her body. She was a free female who wanted to make a small and unobtrusive life out here in the woods. This male was here to turn her safety on its head and her piece of mind. "Die! Go away! Never come back!," she screamed as the knife came forward to try and stab him in the stomach. There were a few moves she remembered from the small bit of defense classes right before HE took her unawares and to her home. The one she hoped to use was to push the name into his stomach and drag it up to slash at his vital organ thus killing him quickly.<br><br>Instead, she had not expected the male to have any strength in him going by the strong metallic smell of blood coming off of him. He smelled as if he was losing most of his blood in intervals and unless he staunched the wound or sealed it with fire or salt, it was going to continue to bleed out. Instead, this male came out her as if the wound to his body was merely a scratch across the skin. Even more when she managed to get the knife across his stomach as he turned to get away from her. The male was not going down as she had planned and it made Avila even more aware of the dire situation as the male snapped the knife out of her hand. She screamed in horror and clenched her fist ready to strike him down with her fists. Yet, the time to pummel him did not come for not only the male was strong enough to fight her off but he was agile in grasping her shoulder and pressing her against the wall. <br><br>"Get out of my cabin! Go away! You are not welcomed here! Go! Away!," she hissed out as she screamed at the top of her lungs hoping to annoy him with her shrieking. His body pressed up against her was not making things any better and her mind ran rampant with ways to get him to let go of her. She would not beg nor would she get on her knees to perform any service to have him forget she was ever here. Avila was through with using her body to keep another man happy even if the tears and the cries of pain were heard over the grunts of pleasure. Right now, the male against her back went into the same category as HIM with the way he did not care and would gladly partake in her screams for his own pleasure. "You are a lying fucking monster! You already have your plans to kill me. Just go ahead!," she cried out all the while reaching back to try and rake her nails down his face. <br><br>The knife against the back of her neck did not deter her. She wanted death. Wanted to be freed from this plane of horrible existence should she be forced to go back to HIM or to any other man who wanted to hurt her. This man wanted to hurt her. Avila would rather die than to give him anything to use against her. Nonetheless, she prayed he would not rape her before turning her back to the cruel son of a bitch. Avila was not going back and she had no plans to go back to the man alive. If she had to, she would keep attacking the male until he had no choice but to kill her and bring back her corpse. By then, her spirit would be up with the Scribe Virgin and the man would most likely do vile and horrendous things to her body. It was not the first time he put her under some sort of drug or hit her over the head before waking up to seeing him above her as he marked her over and over in his own way. <br><br>"Just kill me now or let me go!," she screamed as she started to thrash wildly against his hold. "Kill me before you dare lay a hand upon my body. Or let me go! I will not say to anyone of this night and I will never try to search you out. I want to go! Let me go or I will scream!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 09:34:46</strong>
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				Hellion was certainly one word to describe this writhing and shrieking woman he held against the wall, Zsadist not even wincing when her nails raked down the side of his face; instead he was trying to ignore the sudden tightening of his stomach and forced his thoughts to settle and focus strictly on the predicament of her being here -- the questions that refused to be answered, the new ones that arose with her demeanor and fight -- instead of merely on her.&nbsp; Closing his eyes, he flung the knife down to the ground several feet away and reached up to grasp her hand, maneuvering it as gently as he could to her side and keeping it locked there.&nbsp; Threatening her hadn't work as well as he had hoped; the woman seemed to be alternating between terrified and shocked to being deranged and dangerously focused on one goal: getting him out.&nbsp; <br><br>"Okay," he ground out, his teeth clenched.&nbsp; Slowly the Brother's wound was healing, no longer bleeding as much as he had been when arriving, despite the deep ache that lingered.&nbsp; Being this close to a female, however, and being able to inhale the scent of her, to see the vein in her neck so very near to him, had his fangs begging to sink in and take their fill.&nbsp; How long had it been?&nbsp; He had to get this under control and fast before he did something incredibly stupid.&nbsp; "I'll start.&nbsp; I am Zsadist and unfortunately I'm here, stuck with you until dusk, because I was protecting you."&nbsp; It made the most rational sense, even more when he let the dots begin to form in his mind.&nbsp; "How, you ask?&nbsp; Because there were a handful of <em>lessers </em>right near by and they, if they had seen this place and it's not that hard to miss, would have happily come in here and fucking slaughtered you.&nbsp; Or whomever else was in here.&nbsp; Actually, no ... they would have tortured you first and then killed you, and the more you fought back, the more sick pleasure they would have taken and the longer they would have drawn it out."<br><br>Throughout Z didn't dare move even an inch away, not about to give her the slightest indication that she'd be able to get herself free.&nbsp; He still didn't trust her not to try to attack him again and he really, really didn't want to have cause to hurt her.&nbsp; The way she was reacting to him, the very fact she'd come lunging at him and everything she said spoke of a deep rooted fear and the basic instinct to survive.&nbsp; Whatever she had gone through it had been rough -- even hellish, likely horrifying.&nbsp; "So, that's my name and why I'm here.&nbsp; Now, do you want to try again in answering me?&nbsp; I'd really prefer not to stay like this all day, but I can.&nbsp; I can stay here as long as it takes for you to calm down and give me some answers.&nbsp; And don't order me out of the house again, not unless you plan on coming with me, and guess what, female?&nbsp; It's daylight.&nbsp; Really want to go fry under the sun?"<br><br>"So," he said and shifted just a bit, not easing his hands away but forcing them to be a tad gentler and avoid bruising the female.&nbsp; "What's your name?&nbsp; And why are you here?"&nbsp; And fucking a, why the hell did he have to be the one to be here?&nbsp; Phury would have handled this so much better, even Rhage with his touch for the ladies likely would have her calmed down and talking within minutes.&nbsp; No, instead he gets attacked and thrown to the land of female histrionics -- rightly given or not.&nbsp; "No lying, remember that.&nbsp; Besides... I was honest with you, let's try being honest back.&nbsp; &nbsp;And the sooner you do, and calm down, the sooner I let go of you."&nbsp; It seemed like a fair and reasonable compromise to Z -- more than what he'd been willing to originally give.&nbsp; Just as long as she didn't go screaming for the doors or windows or come flying at him again, he was quite all right with letting go.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 02:14:58</strong>
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				Avila tried to remove her hand from his grip. It was impossible for the male's hand was like a vice and he was not about to return it back without some sort of payment. She was not going to pay with her body and she had a bit of money squirreled away beneath one of the floor boards to send him off on his way. If he wanted food, she managed to put together a few simple recipes to put food in his stomach as long as he did not come near her. "I can make you food or even fix you a glass of iced tea. Just let me go and leave when the sun goes down. I do not want any trouble. I am here on vacation and waiting for my...husband to get back from the city. He got stuck in traffic and I am guessing he took refuge and is waiting for the sun to go down. You have to leave before he returns," she explained as best as she could given the fact she had no husband nor any shot of her body being found by another should the male attack her. <br><br>She took a chance and looked over her shoulder but the male's face was cloaked in the area of darkness not shown off by the glow of the sun trying to seep its way through the boarded up windows. She could not tell whether he wanted to know her name to confirm her identity or if he wanted to know the female he planned to harm later. For a while, Avila almost forgot her own name because the son of a bitch had simply wanted to call her by his own 'pet' names. One of his most favorite had been 'dirty bitch' to which he whispered, yelled or even groaned aloud whenever he had the chance to slap the term onto her body. Almost at the end, Avila was close to believing those horrible words but his shellan was quick to point out as she aided in her escape that her hellren did not belong to Avila. <br><br>There was nothing Avila wanted from the man or to have him in her possession. All she yearned for was sweet freedom and to give it up now caused her to wiggle in the Zsadist's grasp. What kind of name was Zsadist? She doubted it was a name his mother bestowed upon him and instead had to be an alias name he used while on the job. "You were protecting me? It does not look like you are protecting me since you are hurting me in your grip. Just let me go and stay away from me, that is all I ask. My hus..band is going to be very upset if he finds you here or thinks you harm me while he went to grab a few things from our place of residence." Avila had no clue whether the lies came out as truths to Zsadist's ears but she rather he think there were people who would call the police should she go missing than have him figure out there was no one expecting her to return from the cabins. <br><br>Though the thought of lessers being near did not make her tremble or make her knees knock. She went through a lot worse than lessers who wanted to torture and murder her kind. These lessers had nothing on the son of a bitch. "I do not fear death when it comes to lessers. Besides, you got rid of them and now you can go on your way." Which meant he might burn in the sun but he was not her responsibility and she did not need someone else to know she was here in the cabin. Only the elderly couple knew she was here and the little old lady promised not to reveal her to anyone as long as she kept the cabin clean and spotless. Now to hear the male thought to take her out into the sun despite her own made up explanations did not sit well with her. He must be here on a contract to bring her back. She had to keep calm and if he did let her go, she would find a way to throw him out on his ass. <br><br>"My name...my name is Avila," she answered though the temptation to give Zsadist a fake name was on the tip of her tongue. She could have gone with another name like Jane or Mary, an ordinary name used by various women in the country. Instead, she gave this male a small part of herself by handing over her name but she doubted he would delve deeper into her background. She had nothing for the past four and a half years. No influx in her bank account, no job history, nothing to say she was active in the community ever since she went into the basement and became a blood slave for the bastard. "What are you really here for? Are you here to hunt someone down? Kill them? Rape them?," she asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 11:12:43</strong>
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				"You know, it's getting a little tiresome for you not to take anything of what I say at face value," Zsadist softly growled and grappled with his fraying temper.&nbsp; "Seems to me you aren't on the trust train when it comes to people -- or is it just men?&nbsp; Which would be one hell of a relationship deal breaker if you were actually married.&nbsp; The lack of a ring on your finger tells me you're not, and for someone to cling to a marriage like a safety net also tells me you wouldn't go two feet without that ring.&nbsp; So, allow me to repeat myself... <em>again</em>."&nbsp; The last word was deeply hissed even though his hand was loosening his grip on her.&nbsp; "My name is Zsadist. I, like the other Brothers, hunt and kill <em>lessers </em>to protect those of our kind and ensure at least some get to live peacefully -- even those as ungrateful as you.&nbsp; Now, if I'd really wanted to torture and kill you, wouldn't I have already started?"&nbsp; With a last breath against the back of her neck, Zsadist released his hold on her and quickly stepped away, perhaps more for his sake than hers.<br><br>"I'm not here to hurt you or anyone else.&nbsp; The sooner you realize that, the better," <em>Avila</em>.&nbsp; He wanted to say her name aloud, roll it from his tongue and let his lips become familiar with.&nbsp; Because of that his jaw only tightened and he said nothing for a moment, instead glancing down to where the wound on his stomach hadn't finished healing yet, and didn't appear it'd be finished any time soon.&nbsp; Which also meant he'd be taking a side trip on the way back to the compound come dusk; he nearly groaned with the mere thought of it, ended up inwardly wincing just at the revulsion.&nbsp; Neatly sheathing the dagger, Zsadist took a few more steps away from her, enough that he wasn't in her immediate reach but not far enough that if she tried anything stupid he'd be caught off guard or too far away to make a difference.&nbsp; Though, he was quite hopeful they'd gone beyond the latter stage, but one never knew.<br><br>It was pretty clear the female was hiding... and prepared to strike back.&nbsp; Someone had done a number on her, that was for sure, but how much safer could she be here with no protection?&nbsp; No one knowing she was there?&nbsp; Where was her family?&nbsp; It was difficult telling himself not to even get involved or to ask anymore questions, and yet ... And yet here before him stood a survivor.&nbsp; That was a trait that couldn't be overlooked or ignored, one that resonated all too well with the former slave.&nbsp; Still, just because the female had survived something didn't mean she was well equipped to continue doing so here alone in a cabin in the middle of the woods, not to mention this being close to a new spot of <em>lesser </em>activity.&nbsp; She'd come at him with a knife -- a kitchen knife? -- and fury, but that wouldn't have been enough against a lesser or another entity comes in with less than kind intentions.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm only here till dusk and that's just so my ass doesn't fry up in the sunlight.&nbsp; Sparkle in the sun bullshit.&nbsp; Not here to harm, kill or rape anyone."&nbsp; Zsadist visibly stiffened with the last word. "Provided you don't decide to come wildly attacking me again, I can see that you're compensated for the unexpected stay."&nbsp; By a one way introduction to the Blind King.&nbsp; Avila staying here wasn't going to be an option, especially not if lesser activity was going to be growing up here.&nbsp; She may not have any fears of dying by their hands, but him knowing about the danger and letting her remain in it went against what the Brotherhood fought for.&nbsp; Not even he could let that happen, even if she had gone all hellcat on him.&nbsp; "I'm ..."&nbsp; Zsadist cleared his throat and straightened his lips.&nbsp; "I didn't know the cabin was being occupied.&nbsp; Hell, I didn't know there was a cabin up here."&nbsp; It was as close to an apology for barging in that he could feasibly come to.<br><br>Glancing away for a moment, the corner of his mouth quirked as he continued.&nbsp; "I'm going to sack out on your couch.&nbsp; Can I trust you to go sleep and not try to kill me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 07:09:31</strong>
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				Avila stiffened when he mentioned she was bothered by men. Oh, it was all men but in particular one who she hoped would not find her in this cabin out in the woods. If this male could figure out there was someone living in the house no matter she went out of her way to keep it unused as possible, there was no way Avila could stay in this cabin. As soon as night came around again, she would take the money from beneath the floorboards and get out as far as she could to some other safe haven. She heard there were a few places up in Canada and the winter would do her some good and keep out the blasted sun. After tonight, Avila planned to leave this cabin and change her identity and try to make a new life without him to ruin it once more. Would this male, Zsadist, be another bastard?<br><br>Already the male figured out she was not married but Avila could make up for it. "I was taking a shower when you barged into our cabin. My ring is in my bedroom and you really need to take your hands off of me. How was I supposed to know you are supposed to kill lessers? I do not automatically assume any stranger who walks into my cabin is going to be a good guy or someone who is not going to kill me." She gritted her teeth and felt her fangs trying to pop out through the roof of her mouth. Well, at least, tried to because the other one was broken and useless to her. After her several attempts to rip the flesh from the throat of the son of a bitch, he finally took to digging his skin into her fang and rotating his arm away from her. She broke the fang on his radial bone and he went for every attempt to even saw down the other fang to keep them blunt. It had been painful to file her good fang into a sharp point again but it made drinking the few individuals who came into the forest a hassle. <br><br>What could she say now to Zsadist? He figured out her ruse but she planned to keep him at arms length from her. She rubbed her wrist and checked to see if he left any bruises. Without much blood to sustain her, bruises showed up a lot easier. Just another thing he wanted from her in order to see how long he could leave his mark on her naked body. He even broke her arm once without so much as a blink. For her, she cried out in excruciating pain and tried to rip her arm from his grasp but he was quick to break her wrist as well making her fingers dangle with no help from her shattered wrist. Sometimes when it got extremely cold, she could feel pain in her healed arm and wrist and only a hot compress kept the pain at bay. The man had truly wanted to break her and bring her back into his own molded sculpture. She might have even given in had it not been for the urge to die not in the the basement and under his hand. <br><br>Her memories distracted her enough not to realize Zsadist had started to talk again. She caught a few snippets here and there about not wanting to hurt her. Her eyes did notice he moved away from her instead of towards her which alleviated her fear a bit. Not a lot but it was enough not to launch herself at him again. She leaned back against the wall where her face had been previously smashed while the male was at her back. "What is wrong with your face?," she asked, not clearly afraid of his facial scars. Avila had her own scars to contend with and the one on his face now shown intrigued her. It looked as if the guy got into a knife fight and ended up with salt in his wounds. Salt was the one thing that could keep a wound from healing over for vampires. For her, she had a few scars all over her body that he wanted her to keep as a remembrance of his "love." <br><br>"Look, if you stay away from me then you can sleep on the couch with no problems," she muttered as she felt her hands shake. She had to place them under her chest to keep Zsadist from seeing her show of fear. If she showed that she was afraid of the man, he could and would take advantage of her in this cabin. There was no one around to hear her scream should he try to kill her or even rape her. Though if she thought about it, she had been through a whole lot worse but she did not want any repeat performances of what she endured down in the basement. Avila had no clue whether this Zsadist individual planned to stay to his promise but he made no move to attack her and he had no touched her in unbecoming ways while he held her against the wall. Nonetheless, he needed to know the rules of her cabin while he stayed on her couch.<br><br>Avila narrowed her eyes at him and took a deep breath. "You will not come to my side of the cabin. If you need to wash up, you can wash in the kitchen sink. If you need to go to the bathroom, there is a plastic bottle in the recycling box near the kitchen fridge. I do not want you anywhere near my bedroom. You try to get into my bedroom, I will open up the windows in the room to burn the both of us. Do not touch me. Just stay away and we will be fine." She started to back away from him to get back to her bedroom. There was a chair in the bedroom that she could prop up against the door knob. "There is a pitcher of orange juice in the fridge and some bread to make yourself toast. I am going to bed, good night," she whispered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 08:23:02</strong>
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				"Your hair would have been wet," Zsadist almost idly muttered as Avila went to counter him.&nbsp; If she'd been in the shower when he'd first arrived, her hair would have been still wet or at least damp and her skin would have smelled like fresh soap, or whatever she happened to wash with.&nbsp; They were small details, but ones that clung to him and reaffirmed the notion that she was running.&nbsp; Running, a little scared but with a bravery he secretly had to respect.&nbsp; Whomever had forced this woman into her current position had certainly done a number on her.&nbsp; It wasn't so difficult to see now as he mentally stepped back and simply thought back to her reactions.&nbsp; What had happened to her to make her run like this?&nbsp; To make her prepared to kill upon sight in the name of saving her life?&nbsp; Her ... <em>freedom</em>.&nbsp; The last thought had his shaved head snapping up; it vanished with her question. <br><br>"Nothing you need to concern yourself with."&nbsp; It wasn't so much the image he had to push away, his mind already guarded from the memories, but the lingering presence of her that he had to hold back.&nbsp; Even now he could feel the disgust rising in his stomach and he swallowed hard to keep it down, his lips pulling into a thin line.&nbsp; Almost he reached a hand up just to stroke over his scars despite that each one was memorized by sight, feel and when it'd happened.&nbsp; Instead he held his silence and let her simply continue on, mostly amused by the rules she was setting down.&nbsp; Whatever had happened to her certainly hadn't broken her, not by a long shot, and oddly he could only find a measure of comfort and relief in that -- which almost instantly had his jaw clenching and shoulders tensing.&nbsp; Why should it matter at all to him that she hadn't caved?&nbsp; That she was still fighting for herself?<br><br>It shouldn't.&nbsp; Not in one little bit.&nbsp; The thought reaffirmed in his mind, Zsadist gave a sharp nod of his head.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Fine.&nbsp; Whatever.&nbsp; Stay out of the bedroom, piss in a bottle, and scrounge for food.&nbsp; Fair deal for you not going back to crazy lady -- thanks.&nbsp; Don't worry, I'll behave.&nbsp; Just no running off come dusk?&nbsp; I'm not going to eat you for dinner or try some other notion, but this place could do with a good look around and any holes in whatever security you have here seen to."&nbsp; Not that he had any intentions of letting her stay -- certainly not with lesser activity coming up this way -- but telling her that now was probably not the wisest course of action.&nbsp; Not to mention he had an increasing feeling Wraith was going to want to talk to her and that... that suited Z just fine.&nbsp; They could find her somewhere safe to go that didn't require her being put into the path of danger or risking her own life.&nbsp; <br><br>He waited until she'd escaped into her bedroom before finally turning and giving the couch and living room a good look over.&nbsp; It wouldn't going to be the most comfortable spot he'd slept on, but nor the least, he mused and just shook his head before tossing down a couple of the pillows onto the floor that gave him a well enough eye into the hallway.&nbsp; With any luck if she did decide to try and run for it he might be able to wake up in time, if she came through this area.&nbsp; If she was actually ballsy enough to make a run for it through the bedroom window -- and he didn't at all put it past her -- it'd make for an interesting and possibly grueling night ahead.&nbsp; Maybe, just maybe, he'd hit a bit of luck come dusk and find her still here, spitfire and all.&nbsp; Her eyes sure were something to behold, though, when she was angry; wide and brilliant, brimming with emotions and ... <br><br>In disgust Zsadist squeezed his eyes shut and briefly clenched his fists.&nbsp; There were no reasons or rights for him to be thinking about how beautiful Avila's eyes may or may not be, just as much as he shouldn't be curious of what had brought her here ... and just as much as he shouldn't be genuinely concerned about her safety here in this cabin.&nbsp; As a member of their kind?&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; Otherwise?&nbsp; That was something best left for any male that wasn't him.&nbsp; The slave bands that flashed before his eyes as he stripped off his turtleneck brought that sharp reminder, the cruel memo that told him what his Brothers had found was not in his cards -- and that was by choice.&nbsp; His choice.&nbsp; Come evening he'd take her to Wraith, make sure she was given somewhere safe to go to, maybe find out more about what she was running from and then let go.&nbsp; After all... what other option did he really have?&nbsp; <br><br>Neatly stowing the turtleneck and his weapons on the floor beside him, Z laid down with a barely suppressed sigh and slowly forced his mind to clear.&nbsp; Minutes later, his body still tense for battle and the corners of his mind still alert, prepared to spring him into action at any moment's notice, he felt the gradual pull to sleep and gave his surrender.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 03:50:40</strong>
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				Avila was not going to answer his inference that her hair was not wear or her body still damp from a quick shower. The shower in the cabin only had about five minutes of warm water before one was pelted by icicles for water. She learned the first time to make quick of her showers unless she wanted her lips to turn blue and lose feeling in her extremities. Remembering the shower, she forgot to take one tonight. Each night, she stayed in the shower a few minutes after turning it off to make sure none of her the wounds she inflicted upon herself were reverting back to the old ones. Slowly, but surely, Avila wanted to eradicate the scars he put on her body with her own scars. She wanted to take back control of her body and to do so, Avila started to cut over the old scars and make it into new ones. For her, to scratch or reopen the scar to cut deeper or farther aided to remove his hold on her skin and on her body. <br><br>Now with Zsadist's presence, she could not risk taking a shower while he was around. He would most likely take it upon himself to share a shower with her and she could barely handle him across the cabin without breaking into an anxiety attack. "Fine, whatever," she parroted back to him as she watched him warily. At least he was not trying to push his rights in the cabin for the moment. He looked as if he was going to give in to her requests and not demand pillows or to sleep in her bed while she slept on the ground. "I am not crazy and I hate for you to use that as my name. My name is Avila and be glad I do not throw you out into the sun with the animals. You are encroaching on my private place and I do not like you for it." She did not give him much way in talking as she rushed into her room and closed it behind her. The chair scrapped slightly as she placed it against the door to further keep him out of her room.<br><br>"What am I going to do," she whispered to herself, eyeing the door down as if she could see him straight through the wood. Her eyes glanced around her bedroom as she chewed on her lower lip. She could not stay in this room all the while he was outside and maybe even getting to know her surroundings. He might have found the extra knives hidden around in the kitchen. Avila had a few knives in her bedroom but he could easily try to stab or throw the knives at her before she even got to the one beneath her pillow. No, she should leave now even with the risk of burning herself. The sheets looked thick enough to wrap around herself and run off into a cave. From her perimeter search, there were a few alcoves the bears used for hibernation. So far, the bears must have moved on to better caves. She could run off as quickly as she could without burning the flesh from her body and squat down in the cave until nightfall. Once night came, she could start running again to the next town or towards Canada.<br><br>Yes, that was her plan as Avila started to quietly but quickly rush around the room to grab a few items and shove it into the moth ridden canvas bag taken from a dumpster a few weeks back. She managed to tape up the holes with duct tape and it was big enough to put the essentials but small enough to wear around her body. In the bag went the money from beneath the floor board, a few knives, toiletries, shoes, a few shirts, water and pieces of wrapped up meals laid by the side of her bed to enjoy in the middle of the night. Avila was now thankful for hoarding food in her bedroom. It kept her from having to go out into the living room and give away what she planned to do with herself to Zsadist. He would try and stop her or even hurt her for escaping him. The man looked as if he wanted an excuse to unleash his rage and violence. The way he looked at her the first time resolved her to get away from him before he took his abuse out on her. <br><br>Her hands pulled at the comforter on the bed and knocked a few pillows to the ground. She waited and listened if Zsadist would listen to her moving around in the room and figure out what she planned to do in the next few minutes. He was not going to stop her from leaving and if he wanted to get burn from the sun, so be it; at least it would get rid of the enemy and she would not have to hut down in a cave. The wrapping the blanket around her was not too difficult as she found a way to make the sheets into a toga and place the thicker blanket over her head like a umbrella and she ripped off strips of the pillow sheets to wrap around her hands. The light would penetrate through the strips but she needed enough to break through the door, get out and throw the blanket further onto her head. The thread of charred hands outweighed the dark presence of Zsadist looming about in her cabin. <br><br>"All right, I can do this," she whispered as she walked over with her sheets and grabbed one of the reading lamps from the bedside table. One of these days she would find a way to pay back the old woman for her broken lamp but right now it was life or death. With a swing of her arm, she smashed the lamp against the blacked out and heavily painted windows. She used a few coats of black paint and heavy curtains to keep out the sunlight but now she ripped off the curtains and started to break the windows. Zsadist was not going to ruin her sanctuary. He took over and now it was time to get away before he tried to take over her mind, body and even her soul. The sounds would surely wake him up but by this point, Avila smashed out enough glass panels to throw herself through the window and into the searing sunlight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 09:27:14</strong>
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				The first crash had Zsadist snapping awake.&nbsp; He rose into a sitting position in the blink of an eye, his hands already curled around the nearby daggers and scanned the area in a heartbeat looking for the source of the noise.&nbsp; The next crash had him rolling to his feet and running for the bedroom door.&nbsp; Avila!&nbsp; Shit.&nbsp; Was something trying to get in?&nbsp; Who the fuck was after this woman?&nbsp; Loudly his fists pounded on the door.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Avila!&nbsp; Are you all right?&nbsp; What's going on in there?<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; The door knob merely rattled against its locked state when he tried it.&nbsp; Damnit!&nbsp; <strong>"</strong><em>Avila</em>!&nbsp; Answer me!&nbsp; Are you okay?<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; There was no explaining the rush that came over him not knowing if Avila was all right or not; that she wasn't answering him wasn't a good sign either.&nbsp; Then all he heard was rustling before more glass shattered and then... nothing.&nbsp; No screams.&nbsp; No gun shots.&nbsp; No sounds of distress.&nbsp; <br><br>It took less than a second later before he started ramming his shoulder against the door, wood beginning to splinter and crack after the second time he brutally rammed into it.&nbsp; A couple minutes later the wood gave way and instantly Zsadist went leaping to the side to avoid the rays of sunlight bursting through the window.&nbsp; What the hell was she doing?!&nbsp; Dumbfounded and with his temper steadily rising, especially as he realized she hadn't been in any danger, Z stared at the bedroom, being quite careful not to get into the rays of sun beaming through the broken out window, and could only wish yet again that he had found any other place than here to call sanctuary for a day.&nbsp; Anywhere else and he wouldn't have encountered scared and crazy lady on the run or having to just have to break down the bedroom door, snarling at the chair that had been propped up against it when the wood had finally shattered, and coming to the realization this woman was absolutely desperate to escape.<br><br>Only someone so desperate would have gone out running into the daylight.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, fuck," he hissed and rubbed a hand against the back of his head, his eyes squeezing shut.&nbsp; He couldn't very well let her go out there on her own.&nbsp; Aside the fact it was fucking daylight -- oh, his temples started to throb right about then -- who knew what else she could encounter or what could happen.&nbsp; He shouldn't, by any rights, feel at all obligated or bound to seeing her safe and unharmed -- and she likely wasn't going to at all thank him even for the thoughts of helping her -- and yet he did.&nbsp; He'd intruded into her home, threatened her (though, it had been in self defense), and didn't need to ask to know he was the one who'd driven her out into the sun.&nbsp; There were some thing even he couldn't ignore; the matter of going after her wasn't up for debate, it was simply a question of how to do it without either of them meeting their final end. <br><br>Returning to the living room he first grabbed up his cell phone and angled it till it showed him having one bar.&nbsp; The text he sent to Wraith was quick and simple, though he knew there were going to be questions.&nbsp; A lot of questions.&nbsp; His torn turtleneck slid back on and weapons back in place, Zsadist did a quick scouring of the cabin to find any and all blankets he could find.&nbsp; The heaviest he used, fashioning one around his shoulders like a cape and then another over his head, being able to manage both from the inside.&nbsp; Unlike Avila, however, he didn't head for a window to go diving out of and instead eased the front door open, being as careful as he could with his concealed hands.&nbsp; This was not at all going to be a fun trip, he thought with a wince when a shaft of light seared the inside of his hand just before it was tucked safely back under the blanket.&nbsp; <br><br>With a deep inhale of breath -- and a dying wish for an apple -- Zsadist tightened the blanket around him and went dashing out into the woods.&nbsp; He almost started to call out for her, her name on the tip of his tongue, before he stopped himself.&nbsp; If there was someone or something else out here, the last thing he wanted to do was call attention to them.&nbsp; Biting down on his tongue, his eyes took on the marks on the forest floor and read the signs of Avila's flight away from the house.&nbsp; A second later he was running, watching the trail and moving as quickly as possible in trying to catch up and find her, knowing he was already at a few disadvantages; he was nearly two hundred yards from the house when the very faint trickle of a very familiar and gut wrenching smell had him freezing and a thousand curse words flooding his mind.<br><br>They weren't alone in the woods after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 22:52:34</strong>
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				<em>Must get away. Cannot stop. Must get...to safety. No regrets. Cannot let them take me. Cannot. Go. Back. Run. Faster.</em><br><br>Such words played on a audio loop over and over in Avila's head to remind herself that the coldness of the snow did not stop Avila as she started to make her way from the cabin and towards salvation. These words magnified how important it was for her to get to safety. To not regret her decision to leave the safety of the cabin. To not let the son of a bitch take her and make her into another version of what she was turned into by another male's brutal hand. There was no way on this beautiful green Earth could she hope to stand sleeping in the same cabin with a murdering brute like Zsadist. The male reminded her too much of HIM and to put herself in danger would be another foolish female mistake. Zsadist looked as if he murdered and raped with no remorse and he must be into gaining false trust before taking her for his own demented pleasure. No man could be trusted. Not after what the son of a bitch did to her could Avila think to trust even a blind and deaf male who would do no harm to her. No, Zsadist was just like the son of a bitch but at least with Zsadist she could see the monster below as well as above the surface. <br><br>The sound of splintered wood reached her ears and informed her there was only so much more time left before Zsadist either left her in peace or came after her. If he was a smart male, he would leave her alone and thank his lucky stars the female was gone from his newly found cabin. Should he think in that manner, it would relieve Avila of much stress and get her to the first cave without worrying of how close it was to the cabin. All she needed was a bit of rest, regain some strength and head out to Canada once the sun went down. Once in Canada, Avila knew there was a greater chance to avoid detection and perhaps even start a new life for herself. Granted the life would be of solitude but she rather be alone and safe than with individuals who could take her back to him and the basement. Yet at the trepidation of someone following her, Avila knew the likelihood of getting away safely had gone down the fucking drain. <br><br>Quickly, she turned to see the figure coming out from the cabin. Zsadist. Her heart clenched painfully inside her chest at the realization that the male was coming after her. Zsadist heard what she planned and now he was chasing after her, maybe even to drag her back to start up his torture and abuse now realizing she would try and escape him. She fought back the screams of fear and desperation of the images of his figure looming over her with a knife to cut open wounds and drink from her while tears ran down her face. Maybe the male got off on seeing women cry and even licked the tears off their faces, just like M, Avila quickly cut off the thought of the Other knowing it was useless to think about the evil incarnate at a time like this; what she needed to worry about was finding a cave further away or to warn the male to go back into the cabin before he burned himself to death. Hopefully, his ego to save himself would outweighed the thought of coming after her to hurt and maim. <br><br>"Go away!," she screamed as she felt the heat of the morning sun beat down on her through the layers of the thick blankets. She did not feel her skin sizzle nor start to boil but it was an uncomfortable feeling of her skin being extremely warm to the touch. Any nearby cave would save her from the blistering noon sun considering it was close to seven in the morning but she did not know how far Zsadist was willing to chase after her. The only upside to her escape was the head start she given herself in the woods and the thickness of the blankets. Zsadist most likely ended up with the sub par blankets or having to use multiple sheets which could drag him down from the cabin. She only had a few sheets around that were clean but Avila did not want to think Zsadist could keep up the chase after her. He had to tire and she would not go back to the cabin with him. There was no reason for a man like him to give chase to a female who would not give him the satisfaction of her pleas for mercy or to barter with him. Avila would plunge a knife into her heart before she ever kneel to a man and called him 'Master' again.<br><br>Zsadist might have taken the kneeling thing literally for Avila felt something pierce her through the blanket. Was Zsadist using bullets on her? She turned her head in the sanctuary of the blanket to try and listen for the next shot but the only telling smell was of baby powder. The small hole was enough for the sun to gain some entrance into her cocoon as she felt the burning sensation of a laser beam on her ankle. "Stop that!," she yelled but stopped as she sensed there was another presence in the woods with Zsadist and her. Taking a quick peek and a smell outside of the blanket which burned the side of her nose and part of her bottom lip, Avila could figure out the foreboding feeling of more than just the brute male chasing her. The smell of baby powder was close to her and she put down the skin of her back to bet lessers were chasing after her. She was right when she heard someone shout to take her down but not to shoot her. "Oh no," she muttered as she found herself turning back towards the cabin and Zsadist. Between the lesser of two evils, she rather throw her lot in with him to get rid of the lessers and later to escape him when the time was better for her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 09:00:10</strong>
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				The sight of her running back toward him was the last scenario Zsadist had played through his mind.&nbsp; Instead the unbearable images of the <em>lessers </em>capturing Avila, gunning Avila down or the sun winning its fight to expose her tormented his imagination.&nbsp; To him there had even been a greater chance of whomever she was running from making an appearance than the sight that came before him.&nbsp; A low growl erupted from Zsadist's throat the moment that Avila was safely behind him, his eyes piercing through the thin edge of the blanket into the woods; only now could he feel his heart beating again, the organ having come to a shuddering stop when he'd heard the first gun shot.<br><br>Those bastards were going to pay.&nbsp; So maybe he didn't have all the details on what had happened to the female behind him, but he could guess and assume enough.&nbsp; There was no way he was about to merely stand aside and let someone else try to hurt her.&nbsp; Even without the remnants of torture in her eyes, without the harshly born need and will to survive and fight that exuded from her, even without him knowing just how that felt, it would be a cold day in hell before anyone ever laid another hand on her.&nbsp; No, he wasn't ready to question where the protective instinct was coming from -- refused to even inwardly acknowledge how his body wanted to react to her, the thoughts alone enough to make his stomach clench, for he knew he would have no answers.&nbsp; Because right now all that mattered was keeping her safe. <br><br>Underneath the thin blankets he could feel the rising heat of the sun.&nbsp; Even in the early morning it was close to burning; they wouldn't stand much a chance as the noon hour grew closer.&nbsp; Not that fighting in this current situation was ideal but a -- in an instant Zsadist's hand moved.&nbsp; The long blade glinted in the sunlight as it whizzed out from under the blanket and struck the nearby lesser in the chest.&nbsp; Before the soulless human was even falling back against the tree Zsadist was moving forward, <em>"Stay!</em>" being commanded to Avila.&nbsp; Seconds later the<em> lesser's </em>head hit the cold ground, his blade withdrawn back behind the blanket and he ignoring the strip of flesh along his hand and forearm that were scorched by the sun.&nbsp; One down.&nbsp; There would be at least one or two more, possibly even three.&nbsp; If it was just him here he'd take care of them and leave it at that.&nbsp; However... there was Avila to consider.&nbsp; Right now she was in the root of danger and getting her to safety had become his top priority.&nbsp; Once scanning just one more time to make no other <em>lessers </em>were about to come charging at them, Zsadist was turning back toward Avila and reaching out.&nbsp; <br><br>"Come on.&nbsp; We need to get to safety, there isn't much time before his buddies show up."&nbsp; Make that no time as the nearby scrunch of snow penetrated his ears, then a shot ringing out and hitting the tree beside him.&nbsp; Before she could protest, Zsadist gathered her and her blankets in his arms, cocooning her in the dark protection they could provide, and started running.&nbsp; "I will get you to safety, Avila," he swore lowly, the dangerous glint of his promise clear in his tone and eyes -- those <em>lessers </em>weren't going to be allowed to hurt her.&nbsp; "No one will hurt you again.&nbsp; I promise."&nbsp; They were the last words he spoke as he focused on getting them away and ignoring the blood lust that pounded in his temples and demanded to be heard.&nbsp; Right now he needed to get them to the car; from there getting back to the mansion would be a lot simpler.&nbsp; Getting her to go... now that was another question altogether. <br><br>Several minutes passed in a blue before he came to a quick halt and merely listened.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; Losing the <em>lessers </em>wasn't an option considering the snow and how easy it would to be to track them, but they had at least a few minutes on them.&nbsp; With great care and gentleness, Zsadist lowered Avila to the ground, fussed with the blankets to make sure no light penetrated.&nbsp; <br><br>"Are you okay?&nbsp; Were you hurt?"&nbsp; He didn't wait for answers as he dug out his cellphone.&nbsp; Thank the fucking Scribe -- he had reception.&nbsp; It was just a bar but it was enough.&nbsp; The second item pulled out were his keys, the doors unlocking with a press of a button.&nbsp; "In, in.&nbsp; No sunlight."&nbsp; Without questioning it, Z was risking his own hand to open the passenger door for her.&nbsp; "The king is going to want to meet you.&nbsp; It's safe there."&nbsp; The cellphone he tossed into her lap before he was moving around the car to get his own hide into the protection of the car's tinted windows, his body immediately grateful for no longer being subjected to the burning sun.&nbsp; His face might end up taking a beating, but well... it was already scarred.&nbsp; How much worse could it possibly get?<br><br>"It's your choice where we go, but make it quickly 'cause either way we're getting the fuck out of here before those bastards catch up to us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 01:30:12</strong>
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				More bullets whizzed by her head and Avila screamed as she tried to get to Zsadist. There were a few moments her feet and blanket sunk into the soft snow but she managed to get behind Zsadist. "Kill them! I will kill myself before they ever take me," she screamed back at the lessers to warn them off of her. She already was taken by one man and the next time was not going to be easy for them. Yet, Zsadist was not using her as a shield nor was he throwing her back at the lessers as a trade off. He wanted to help her and there had to be a reason for him trying to help her. <br><br>"They are here! They are here!," she warned Zsadist as she ran back towards him and away from the lessers. She could feel the sun beating down on her back through the thick sheets but what worried her more were lessers overtaking her because she was foolish enough to be out in the sun. What a stupid idea but at the time never had she thought lessers would still be around here in the woods. Zsadist mentioned killed a few of them before ending up in her cabin but maybe he missed a few of them. Damn him for bringing these problems to her cabin. Without him around, these lessers might never have come around to her cabin. She could have hidden away in the closet and waited for them to leave her in peace after seeing the cabin was not used for the winter. Now, the risk of being killed by lessers and not by Zsadist was scaring her more. She had to throw herself in with Zsadist and hoped when the dust cleared, he would not demand some sort of payment for saving her. <br><br>Hearing Zsadist's order, she stilled only because she did not want to become a running target for the lessers. If she tried to get away from Zsadist, there was the likely chance the lessers would break off and go after her while he dealt with only a few of them. Her best shot, no pun intended, was to stay near him while he took care of the lessers. Damn it, she should have cut holes in the blanket to give her tiny slits to know what was going on; all she had to go by were the sounds of grunts, groans and even a few squishing sounds. She did not need her vision to know what the squishing sounds were for those sounds were the ones she made whenever she stuck a knife into her skin and tried to dig out the old scars given to her by the son of a bitch. Zsadist was using knives on the lessers and each were finding their marks by the sound of bodies falling to the ground and crunching the sand beneath their dying bodies. Had it not been for the fact these lessers were orders to take her captive, she might have felt some sympathy for the dead individuals but instead, she hoped they knew the pain and suffering others felt at their hands.<br><br>Now, she was the one to inflict pain on Zsadist as he gathered her up in his arms. She swung her legs and brought her hands up to try to push at his shoulders to let her down. "I can run on my own! Let me down! Where are you taking me? We need to get away from the lessers and you have no idea where we are going! I know the woods! Let me down!," she screamed as she looked at his scarred face. He promised to get her to safety but what if he lef them to the edge of a ravine or even ran onto the frozen over river in the woods? She worried about the different ways to get themselves hurt in the woods but never had she expected Zsadist to take her towards a huge SUV. Why did he not use his SUV to get out after he killed the first set of lessers? This made her suspicious of his reasons to be in her cabin and not in his tinted out car. He even had the keys on his person so the excuse of losing them were not viable. She did not say a word about her suspicions as she slipped into the car after he opened the door for her, but she made sure to keep one hand on the door handle of the SUV passenger door. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>Avila checked herself for any wounds and found the burn marks from the sun were the only injuries so far sustained from the run outside in the woods. Her bottom lip was pounding in pain and a look in the passenger mirror showed she needed to feed if she wanted to keep the wound from becoming an infection. The last time she fed was two weeks ago and it had been on a hunter who got himself lost in the woods from his hunting party in the middle of the night. He went off on his own to use the nature's bathroom and Avila used the strength she had in her to knock him out with the butt of his gun, feed from him and drag him back near the campsite for his friends to find him with his pants down in the snow. Avila always tried to keep her blood use at a minimum and only when she needed to use her strength to get around the cabin. The wood chopping and running away from Zsadist zapped the last of her strength and only adrenaline was keeping her going at the moment. <br><br>Now, Zsadist wanted her to make a decision and it was one she was unsure of because of his mention of the King wanting to meet her. Did he mean King Wrath, the male who had not taken to his thrown for many centuries and just recently sat down upon it to lead the community? No, surely, this brute of a male was not connected to King Wrath. She doubted King Wrath ever let himself get into such company with a male who looked ready to assassinate anyone who so much as gave him a funny stare or maybe even looked too long at his scarred face. "You lie. You do not know of King Wrath. Where are you trying to take me? I need confirmation you are not trying to take me away to some place to kill me. You killed those lessers as if it was nothing to you. How can I trust you not to try to kill me too?," she questioned, wary now that she was in an enclosed space with a man who just killed several individuals, lessers, and carried her where her blankets were stained with black blood. <br><br>"I need to talk to King Wrath to know if you are lying to me. If you are lying to me, I will make sure I make your life a living hell and I will not stop even after I die for I while haunt you for the rest of your natural vampire life," she threatened, narrowing her eyes as she held out the phone to him to make the phone call to King Wrath. "Take us to King Wrath and then I want a ticket to Canada. Canada is where I will be safe and you will never have to worry about protecting me ever again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 10:50:32</strong>
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				The fact that she wasn’t arguing with him, bolting from the car or launching herself at him in an attempt to kill him again had to be a minor miracle, Zsadist thought as he waited for her to debate her options.&nbsp; It took only seconds for that miracle, as small as it was, to dissolve completely.&nbsp; Had she really not been listening?&nbsp; No… she simply hadn’t believed him.&nbsp; Clamping down on a surge of temper and impatience, Zsadist threw the SUV into four wheel drive and began to quickly maneuver their way out of the damn woods.&nbsp; Canada, huh?&nbsp; It could wait till later to destroy that little dream of hers, at least for the time being.&nbsp; He couldn’t foresee her running off to Canada proving to be any safer for her, not with the possible threat of the lessers having been there specifically there for her (it wasn’t a theory he was quite ready to dismiss) and the more real one of whomever she was already running from.&nbsp; <br><br>“Because I love repeating myself,” with enough sharp sarcasm to cut through ice, “Yeah, I know the King.&nbsp; Before he accepted the damn mantle he was a Brother.&nbsp; Just like I am a Brother, scars and attitude and all.&nbsp; Sorry to burst your bubble, female, but you won’t find any of us on white fucking horses.”&nbsp; From her lap he took the cell phone, hit the speed dial for the manor.&nbsp; A few seconds later he managed to get Fritz on the line.&nbsp; “I know what time it is.&nbsp; This is an emergency.&nbsp; Beth will understand.”&nbsp; The last was nearly growled as Zsadist sharply turned to avoid a fallen off in the off road path.&nbsp; It was another couple minutes before Zsadist was speaking again; in quick words he outlined the situation – him, the civilian female, and lesser in possible pursuit, gave only a few words in response how he became grouped with the female.&nbsp; Then the phone was being passed to Avila.<br><br>“Try to be nice and polite,” nearly muttered before he was swerving again and turned all of his attention to the bump trail.&nbsp; It didn’t help that he could barely see, the two eyes barely big enough for him to take full advantage of the windshield.&nbsp; Getting back to the mansion was certainly going to be a task, but he’d manage.&nbsp; Certainly a part of him could say he had gone through much worse.&nbsp; Not that he had to worry about another at the time, of course, much less someone who’d only taken his held when he’d been the lesser of two evils.&nbsp; Still, he had given his word to her, and when the off road trail finally gave way to smooth pavement looming before them, Zsadist brought the SUV to an abrupt stop and merely slid his black eyes under the blanket in her direction.&nbsp; It was her call if they went to the mansion or not… truly.&nbsp; He just hopped she made the right call and this didn’t turn into bringing a furious hellcat to the estate.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Enslaved [( Marguerite &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 05:19:55</strong>
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				Zsadist would have seen Avila's raised eyebrow and fangs bared at him where it not for the fact of the blankets covering her face from his stare. He would have also noticed her hands clenching at the tone of his voice and the way he kept referring her as female, as if she had no name and no use in the world. Just like Sir, whenever he tried to strip away her name and identity to keep her lower than the beaten dogs she heard outside the basement walls. The male truly was a brute with the way he talked and made sure to enunciate the foul words. "You really need to stop with the 'fucks' and the 'fuckings' because it is starting to grate on my nerves. Do you know of any other words? I would be fine with 'shit', 'god damn it' or even 'Jesus Christ'. You over use the 'fuck' word too much." Should Zsadist use other words Avila would gladly let him continue on with his one man conversational piece about knowing the King and needing to get away from the lessers. <br><br>"I promise to be nice and polite so long as you do not try to paw at me in the car. You should be keeping your eyes on the road, you know," she shot back, glancing as best as she could through the protection of her own blankets at the windshield. From the heat inside of the car, the sun was starting to come up over the mountains. In a few more hours, the car would feel like a hot box or even a sauna with the two of them panting on the leather upholstery. For now, she worried whether she was being taken to a temporary sanctuary or another bowel of hell. All she could hope and worry over for the time being was the male on the other side of the cell phone line being in fact King Wrath, the true blood of the vampire race and the blind leader of the race. She heard about his anomalies regarding his eye sight but she doubted he let it faze him or deter him from his role as King as from what she heard while manacled to the basement. The son of a bitch always complained about King Wrath being too involved now and how it was going to cause problems with the shady dealings made by the bastard's hand. <br><br>If she could truly get a hold of King Wrath, she would try desperately to warn him of the foe on his council. The man was dealing dirty tricks behind his back and from the few conversations he had around her in the basement, he wanted to open up the market once more for blood slaves. "Yes, my name is Avila. Just Avila. I was out in the woods when one of your mercenaries came into the woods and needed shelter. Attack of lessers. Yes and yes. I need to get to Canada. Not tonight? No, I really need to go and meet up with someone." That was a bold face lie but the King wanted to personally see her and Zsadist at the mansion and only then would he consider giving her safe passage to Canada. She had no means to get herself to Canada with the condition she was in and Avila needed to feed very soon. It seemed she was going along for the ride with Zsadist as she muttered for him to get a move on before the sun came up further into the sky to the mansion. <br><br>"Would there also be a blood supply available? I was injured before the lessers came along and slowly healing from wounds," she said in a whisper hoping to keep Zsadist from overhearing the fact she was not in a strong state to fight him off. Any pawing at her and she would fling herself out of the damn SUV before he let a hand slip beneath the blankets. Thanking King Wrath, Avila snapped the phone shut and tossed it back Zsadist's way. "By tonight, I should be out of your hair or the small bit of hair you manage to let grow on top of your head."
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