Lover Forced (Treble and Marguerite)
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				Title: <strong>Lover Forced (Treble and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treble</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 01:18:10</strong>
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				<em>Five hundred forty-seven days, fourteen hours, twenty-three minutes. Time. What was time? Did it really matter in the grand scope of things? I didn't used to think so. It never mattered. I thought I had forever. I thought we had forever. I was wrong. Oh so very wrong. How could I have miscalculated something so severe? How could a brain such as mine have betrayed me so horribly? I don't admit to being wrong easily, and yet I know I was. Five hundred forty-seven days, fourteen hours, twenty-five minutes now. Every passing minute burns me, causes me to yearn for days of the past. I can't live in the past they say. Just like I can't forever mourn, and that this recklessness will only end my life. Maybe that's what I want. Maybe I'm too tired to fight it anymore. Fuck them. They don't know shit.</em><br><br>Loud, thumping bass echoed across the streets of downtown Caldwell on one of the darkest nights of the year. No moon, and low, thick cloud coverage all but blocked the stars from twinkling in the distance, leaving the only lights throughout the city the dull orange over glow of street lamps. That didn't matter to the man slowly walking down the cracked sidewalks. He welcomed the darkness, welcomed everything the cool, condemning cloak of night offered. In the dark it was harder to see the dark circles under his eyes, the way his eyes glowered at every possible turn. It was easier to hide the pain that almost certainly crept up behind him when he was least expecting it. <br><br>Vishous, son of the Bloodletter and Scribe Virgin, didn't give two shits about anything in the world, save for killing as many lessers as possible. One day he was going to find a way to completely destroy the Omega, his race's version of the Devil. He didn't care what the rest of the brothers said, or his <em>mother</em> for that matter. She'd tried reasoning with him after it had happened, after his Jane was taken from him, but there had been no reasoning with the grief stricken Vishous. He'd seen red that day, the cold, bleak, never ending void of a broken heart, mixed in with the despair at knowing that his mate, his <em>Shellan</em> was somewhere out there, somewhere with the Omega. For months afterward he raged, grief and anger tearing through him at almost all moments. He'd killed, destroyed, annihilated, he'd even gone so far as to try and kill himself. More than once he sat outside, waiting for the sun to rise. But every time, every single fucking time, his bitch of a mother would show up and force him inside. <br><br><em>"I know it hurts, but the race needs you, Vishous, child mine. You can not abandon your duties to the race, to your brothers."</em> She'd said. His reply hadn't been nearly as eloquent as hers, but she'd gotten the main idea as he lifted his hand, extending his middle finger to her. She'd left shortly after that, but she showed up the next time, repeating the same words, with the same reaction from her son. He'd stopped trying to kill himself shortly after that. If she was going to show up to stop him every time, he'd rather do something more productive, like killing himself while fighting. He'd become an absolute powerhouse when it came to mowing down lessers, and he seemed to have an insatiable lust for killing as many as possible at the same time. <br><br>Turning down a darkened alleyway, Vishious' gloved hand reached up to rub along his short goatee. He lifted his head, sniffing the air softly as his eyes narrowed, the electric blue irises almost glowing down the darkened road. Lessers... More than one, it seemed. His un-gloved hand jerked out, flicking the hand rolled to the ground carelessly as he reached into his pocket to grab his cellphone. As much as he loved killing lessers, Vishous wanted his best friend there when he did, so they wouldn't get pulled back to the Omega at their deaths. The more lessers pulled from that sick sonofabitch the weaker it grew. One day the evil bastard, who had been compared to bus exhaust at one point by his brother Rhage, would pay for taking his mate. As he lifted the cell to his ear, Butch's loud, barking voice echoed through the device, but V silenced him with a single sentence.<br><br>"Get here, Butch. It's gonna go down, ya feel me?" Without waiting for a response, Vishous began strolling down the alleyway, "Oh yeah, it's gonna go down for real..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Forced (Treble and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 01:46:59</strong>
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				Avita glanced out the window of the moving black limousine at the many wonders of this new world. Her eyes took in the night time and how different it was from the Old Country. Here, the air was polluted with smog, smoke and looked inky black. Back in the Old Country, the night was deep blue with stars scattered all over the sky line. Here, she could barely see any of the stars in this city. Everything about this new setting made her uncomfortable. She wished she could go back to the Old Country but after what she had done to get her thrown into this new world stopped her from having more doubts about this new place for her. Still, it did not mean she had to like the punishment or her orders to ride out this new chapter in her life. Whatever awaited her at the end of this limo trip was going to get a piece of her mind. Of course, this was going to happen after she had her appointment with the Blind King to complete the arrangement for her marriage to a Brother.<br><br>A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of marrying someone not for love but to save face. Due to being left at the altar by someone she assumed was the love of her life and a station below her, Avita was now paying the price for her foolish nature. All she wanted was to be herself and to marry someone beyond acquiring land and another family name. What she wanted was to run her own household, be an equal or be superior to her hellren and not be at his beck and call. What she wanted was not to be cherished for her womb but for her intellect and what she could bring to the table. Apparently, it did not suit the glymera well for as soon as word got out of her botched marriage attempt, plans were made to save her family's face in the public and here she was in an unknown place. At least she was curious enough to try to learn the lay of this new land to keep her from wondering who this new hellren of hers was and whether he would try to stamp out her rebellious nature.<br><br>"I hate you, Jakob," she whispered as she cursed the man who left her to clean up this mess by herself. Jakob was a doggen in her father's household whom she started to grow attach after he was asked to be her blood source for transition. He was a half breed, born from a servant mother and a vampire father. Jakob was her faithful doggen and after her transition, she started to see him far beyond his station as doggen and as a man who she fell in love with; yet, it was not meant to be considering the small wedding was only her, a priest and no one else. She tried to get married under the cover of night away from her parents' home and at first, she feared Jakob was caught and held in question to figure out where Avita disappeared to; when she heard he left her for a 'docile' female doggen, it broke her heart. Now to save the embarrassment of having run off to marry for love and to someone below her station, she was here in Caldwell off to be married to a Black Dagger Brother.<br><br>A sneer appeared on her lips at the rules of her society. She hated the Old Country rules and loathed even more their stance on female inferiority. She was not some piece of meat to be poked and prodded before being sold to the highest bidder. Yet, she was sold to a Brother named Vishous and to help repopulate the Brotherhood. It was of the highest honor to be mated to a Brother, an elite set of warriors who protected the rest of the vampire community from lessers. Her fangs nearly shot out of her mouth at the thought of lessers roaming about in this town looking for a vampire to take down or even a woman to rape and experiment on. Avita heard rumors of the lessers wanting to breed female humans but considering all of the lessers were impotent she feared what instruments could be used to rape and humiliate the capture female vampires. She wondered how much danger she was putting herself in this new world with a new life. <br><br>For her, she was captured into a marriage she doubted the other male wanted for no communication was given to her by him in the past few weeks. The only communication was through the Blind King Wrath and her father who arranged to have her flown over and settled into Caldwell. Frustrated at her new fate, Avita closed her eyes and thought of the many ways to relax herself. The breathing exercises helped and she needed all the calming techniques for this meeting with the Blind King. "Miss Avita, we are here at the entrance to the compound. A doggen will escort you the rest of the way inside," the drive said through the open partition of the limousine. She watched him as he got out of the limo, around to her side and helped her out before going to grab her luggage from the trunk of the car. The driver had to be a doggen as well and it only made her chest tighten at the memory of Jakob before firmly shutting it down. This was not her world anymore but she would try to find ways to live in it without going crazy.<br><br>"Miss Avita, my name is Fritz, please come this way," the new doggen approached with two more who stepped out of the fog. Well, it seemed it was time to meet her maker and Avita went along with the doggen to get acquainted with her new home. Her new home and husband. She wondered if he was around and if he would join her when she sat down to talk with the Blind King. "Scribe Virgin, give me strength," she whispered to the sky and headed inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Forced (Treble and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treble</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 03:12:01</strong>
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				"V man, you've gotta lay the fuck off the lessers. I don't know how much longer I can watch you like this." Butch gasped twenty minutes later as he leaned against one of the large, green dumpsters that was scattered int he alleyway. He looked pale and shaken, the disgustingly sweet smell of baby powder rolling off of him in nauseating waves. He'd barely had time to help at all after arriving. V already had five of the six lessers subdued, needing him only as a processing plant. Once upon a time Vishous wouldn't have had to call Butch. They would have been hunting together, but his brother had changed the past year. He'd become cold and hard, even more so than usual, and he never spoke of his visions anymore, though Butch knew he was still having them, he heard him talking to himself about them late into the day when he was in his room. He was always in his room, only venturing into the pit when he was out of Grey Goose. Butch had tried to help him, but in the end it had only escalated the situation, causing great, floor quaking fights, most of which ended when there wasn't anymore strength to throw a punch. <br><br>Vishous walked over to Butch with his eyes boring holes into his roommates chest. He never looked at him, honestly looked at him, anymore. Not even when V healed him. Instead it was the same routine; Vishous ripped off his glove and slammed it onto Butch's chest hotly, almost as if the contact burned him. He leaned in, pressing his body against the cop, while his other hand slowly trailed down, gripping Butch's wrist as he held him in place, his white hot healing merging and slowly pulling the evil from within. V's breath quickened as he clamped down on the urge to spill everything to his best friend, but he knew the cop wouldn't be able to help him. No one could at this point. The only thing that kept him from falling apart was the knowledge that one day he'd be able to avhenge his shellan. Or die trying. All too abruptly V let go, not even asking if the cop was okay as he looked him up and down once, seemingly satisfied that the essence of the lessers he'd inhaled was gone.<br><br>"Yeah whatever, cop. Stay the fuck outta my biz." He growled as he turned around, his eyes roaming over the scene. "Wrath wants you back home a-sap. He said it was a command performance." Butch let his words hang in the air as he turned, walking back to the Escalade that was situated mid way down the alleyway. "You want a ride ho..." Though his words cut off as he looked back. V was gone. "Shit.." He muttered as he jumped into the vehicle, the sounds of hardcore rap instantly filling the small alleyway as he started it and slowly backed out, intending to get to the compound before anything crazy happened. Butch knew the reason for Wrath ordering V back home, and, knowing his friend as well as he did, it might take Rhage's beast to keep him from completely spinning out of control.<br><br>The loud crunch of shit kickers walking through the vestibule's doors echoed throughout the otherwise quiet house. On any other normal day, Vishous might have wondered where everyone else was, but not anymore. He didn't give a damn who was where anymore, unless they were interfering with his Grey Goose. Reaching down, he tugged at the leathers around his waist, a frown on his face at their slight sag. Had he really lost so much weight? With a non committal shrug he stalked up the stairs to the second floor and headed to the Wrath's study, annoyance flashing in his eyes. Who was Wrath to summon him? He may be the Blind King, but Vishous didn't give two shits, not anymore. No one controlled him, or his fate. No one would ever control him again. <br><br>"Damn it." He muttered as his hand touched the doorknob. He <em>felt</em> his mother on the other side of the door, which could only mean one thing. Bad. Whatever was going down it was bad. Bad for him, bad for whoever was involved. Why couldn't they just let him be? Let him live how he wanted to, for fucks sake! He shook his head and stepped back, causing the tattoos along the left side of his face and down his neck to glint softly in the light of the hallway. He didn't want to be saved, didn't they realize that? There was no saving him. He wasn't like the other brothers, nothing could save him from this. Why couldn't they just see that? He wasn't going into that room, no way in hell was he going in there. Though even as he thought it, the door opened, an unknown force, the Scribe Virgin no doubt, willing him to enter. His body jerked as he tried to back out, but it was too late. The door closed again, leaving him in Wrath's study with the Blind King, the Scribe Virgin and... A female? Vishous' head jerked towards the female, his eyes narrowing slightly as he growled low in his throat. Did they want him to feed? He'd already fed recently, and if they thought he was going to use this female they were wro...<br><br>"You were not summoned here to feed, warrior." The Scribe Virgin's voice lilted over the room, quiet and yet commanding. V felt the raw power in her words, knew that she could, with less than a thought, flatten him against the floor and use him as a climbing machine if she so choose, but he didn't care. Didn't give a fuck what her holiness wanted with him. His eyes moved to Wrath who sat behind the large desk that V knew to weigh as much as a car. He looked every bit the king sitting behind the thing, in a throne almost as great and hulking as the male seated on it. "You are here for a simple reason, warrior. This," She indicated to the female in the room, "is to be your new mate. The mating ceremony will be performed within the next hour, and before you ask, no you do not have a choice in this matter." Her words slammed into V like a ton of bricks, causing him to stumble back, pain mingled with anger and disbelief flashing across his face a he shook his head back and forth quickly. <br><br>"Fuck and off, mother. And fuck you too, Wrath, for ever agreeing to this bullshit. There's no way, no way in hell, that I'm ever going to mate again. You're wasting your breath and my time sitting there trying to force me into some..." His words were cut off as the Scribe Virgin's anger radiated throughout the room. He'd never openly defied her in front of other people. Maybe he'd pushed it too far. Though maybe she'd just kill him and be done? She seemed to grow in size, her form radiating through the room as she stared at Vishous. Her hand reached out from beneath the inner folds of her robes. A finger pointed at Vishous, who stood immobilized, completely unable to move. "You will do as I say, Vishous, flesh of mine own flesh, or so help me you will never have the chance to see Jane again." Her words slammed into Vishous like a ton of bricks, the pain they brought almost enough to cause him to tumbled to the floor. In the blink of an eye the Scribe Virgin's form returned to normal, leaving Vishous to support himself against the door. His eyes held murder in them as he glared at everyone in the room, his electric gaze finally landing on the one figure he didn't know. <br><br>"Fine. We will mate."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Forced (Treble and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 04:58:22</strong>
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				The entrance to the compound as the doggen mentioned to her was grand and opulent. From the outside the place looked as if it was a military compound merged with an elegant castle from the Medieval times. She glanced down at the image of a red apple tree and admired the workmanship it took to set each tile to comprise the beautiful art. Nevertheless, the beauty of the tile work did not deter her from having to see King Wrath in his office. The trip to her bedroom showered everything looked minimal but expensive from the king sized bed to enough furniture pieces to be of use to whoever lived in the room. "I will unpack later," she whispered, thanking the doggen before the group showed her the way to the King's study. She expected to meet with the King whom she saw depicted in the few photographs the Old Country passed around but he looked every bit of a warrior and nothing sort of a King at his throne. The most unexpected surprise was to the holy Scribe Virgin in the room. Bowing to the woman, Avita made a few polite conversations but the brunt of this meeting would happen once Vishous came into the room. Like a dog, she would have to wait.<br><br>Avita had never been a true submissive female. Never had she felt the need to let a male try to rule over her. Yes, males were at the whim of their females but the fighting over females in the Old Country were horrible. Males fought over another and a few to the death to have the right to take a female. There were times the female was fine with whoever had her as their shellan and other times, the female may have never wanted to be married over in the first place. For Avita, she wanted to do more with the Old Country other than laying back to give a few bairns of the next generation. She could not even give children without the risk of dying during birth. All she had was her mind to get her through the years of growing up. Even worse, she was to be mated a month before her needing period. She had no idea if this Vishous planned to take her during her time of need or if he would be fine with her going under anesthesia. Avita did not want to raise children right out of the gate and truly felt like children were not in the cards for her.<br><br>Still, Avita cursed at her predicament beneath her breath. She loathed this new world. Loathed she was here under the guise of marrying a Black Dagger Brother to save not only her reputation but her family's reputation back in the Old Country. However, the person she hated the more was the son of a bitch Vishous who was going to be her hellren whether she liked him or not. He could be a brute male who had the mouth of a sailor. If so, he was going to be in for a big surprise. Avita had no intention of letting this male walk all over her. If she had to, she would drive him up the wall and have him sent her back to the Old Country. Perhaps, if she was thrown out of the compound, the Old Country would have to at least let her travel back and make her way around the world. She had a hankering for visiting India, China and even Samoa. Though right now, she wondered if she would make it out of this meeting especially with the Scribe Virgin in the room.<br><br>She might not be fond of this mating arrangement but she knew not to disrespect the Scribe Virgin; even though she wanted to ask why she had ruined her pairing with Jakob. Avita truly felt Jakob was not in love with the other female. In her heart of hearts, Jakob loved her deeply and there had to be something else keeping him from her. As soon as she heard of his pairing, he was removed from the household and sent away to live out his life with his new wife with another family. No one would tell her where he was exactly but he had to be around. No one knew it but she had taken his blood and he had taken her the night before the two were supposed to marry. The mark was faint but she could still feel and sense him and he had to know she was here in Caldwell. Would he wonder if she was going to be married to someone who did not care about her the way he cared for her? Did he truly love this other female? Such thoughts would only depress her and reveal away her true thoughts to everyone else in this room.<br><br>Casting her gaze down to her feet and away from Jakob and what could have been a different life, Avita awaited her new hellren. A hellren who she heard curse against the door a few minutes later. Maybe he knew what was on the other side and was preparing himself for the onslaught. For Avita, what she wanted from this mating was to be left to her own devices. If he wanted to take other woman, she would not stop him as long as he kept her out of his bedroom and his problems. The two could live separate lives should he choose it and never be a bothered to him. What Avita wanted the most was the freedom to apply herself to whatever she wanted and her eyes was on gaining a proper education. She knew a few topics here and there due to her high class bearing but her father was unwise to keep her from the business side of his ventures. What she wanted was to apply herself in a business degree and even open up her own shop in Caldwell. Make her own money and not rely on Vishous to keep her from going hungry. <br><br>Vaguely, she wondered if Vishous was going to call her by a male's name as some of the glymera folks had to get her goat. The man's name was thrown out at her because to the glymera, she acted like a man instead of a proper woman. How could she act like a man when females should have the right to speak openly about their feelings. There had been clusters of females who were unsure and others not liking the rules of being fought over by more than one male. More than one male who could eventually take on more females and make his own harem. Yet, females were only allowed to take on one male? That was not right. It was machismo at its best and even more degrading that a female had to put up a life with a male that may not have been her choice at all. Avita believed in a female having the right to say no and because she verbally voiced out against the glymera, she was seen as a female trying to cause trouble. A female trying to rile up the old ways when the old ways was useful to them. Useful to the men but not to the women. Now, she was here because she went against the grain.<br><br>Slowly, she watched as the door opened without any hand on the door knob to twist and push it open. She had no doubt it was the Scribe Virgin at work with bringing in Vishous to talk more about the mating arrangement. Instead, it looked more as if the man was trying his very best not to come in the room while something invisible pulled at him to enter. It was an invisible tug of war and while she would have watched the pulling and tugging, her eyes went towards the man who was called Vishous. Vishous was the right name for him considering the wicked tattoos on the side of his face. He looked like a thug or even muscle for an organized crime syndicate. The man screamed murderer and considering what the Black Dagger Brotherhood did for a living, there was not doubt he murdered lessers on a daily basis. The male's face looked haggard, worn out and angry. In fact, he was putting those angry eyes towards her and she could hear a growl even from the other side of the room. <em>Oh shit</em><br><br>Vishous had no idea what was going on; not even that he was going to be mated to her. Oh this was fucking rich. She was being paired off with a thug who was having this whole mating marriage sprung out on him at the last minute. Avita was smart enough not to say a word and let the rest of the people explain the situation to Vishous. She had no clue how he would reach and these two knew him a long while to be able to stand his reactions to the news. Though Avita was surprised to hear the Scribe Virgin inform Vishous and her the mating ceremony was to be performed within the next hour. Barely here for twenty minutes and already the wedding was about to happen. She thought it would be a week or so but just like her own failed rushed married, this marriage was to be rushed as well. What hit her even more was the man had no choice in the matter thus cementing both parties were not here because they chose to be here rather everyone else made the choice for them. At least he was a kindred spirit in this regard.<br><br>Mother? Avita must have heard wrong to hear Vishous call the Scribe Virgin his mother. She glanced towards the hellren to be and towards the Scribe Virgin. Well, it was hard to tell with the Scribe Virgin cloaked in black robes. Yet, the way Vishous was familiar and unafraid of the Scribe Virgin said a lot about their relationship. Nonetheless, Avita kept herself close to the bookshelf and felt a few of the hardcover binds digging into her spine and lower back. The room temperature shot up a few degrees and she was careful not to pipe up unless it was necessary. Even the Blind King looked uncomfortable to say much at the moment and George the Dog was sticking close to his master's side. At least the question of whether Vishous and the Scribe Virgin were related came up as soon as the Scribe Virgin gave a verbal whoop ass to Vishous. Seems she was marrying a very powerful male if he was the child of the Maker of All Vampires. <br><br>"Jane?," she whispered beneath her breath wondering if he too lost someone he loved like she had with Jakob. Perhaps, this could be used to her advantage to keep him at bay but the way he acted about this arrangement showed there would be no problem to keep themselves separate from one another. However, the way he looked at her with murder in his eyes only flared her anger and made her clench her fists. She looked away from Vishous and to King Wrath as he finally spoke the two were to go to their now joined rooms and talk a bit before returning here to be mated in front of the Brotherhood. "I suggest you get to know your new shellan while you help her unpack in her adjacent bedroom from yours until she can properly move into your room, V." She had seen the doorway in her bedroom which headed into V's room and now knew he would have access to talk to her all the while keeping him from her room should she want her privacy. <br><br>Nodding to King Wrath and then to the Scribe Virgin, she looked to Vishous. "You want to show me around your room, Vishous?," she asked, not about to call him hellren and doubted she would ever feel the need to call him someone who was her mate. From the looks of things, he was far from wanting to cherish her and keep her close to his side like a true hellren would to his shellan. 
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