Home in a body bag

{Folded up like a goddamn concertina into the cramped rear seat of the CPD cruiser, head wedged against the roof, the cuffs cutting into my wrists at the small of my back. The uniformed cop on the other side of the thick plexigass and steel partition looks jumpy, spooked eyes meeting the arctic glare of my reflection in the rear view mirror. I could be out of the cuffs and have the guy incapacitated before the SOB knew what hit him, but I had two over-riding motives to play along with this charade a little longer. Number one, Tory was in another car, somewhere in this CPD convoy, and breaking her out of whatever holding cell they planned on throwing her into would be easier if I was already on the inside. Number two, I still had a bone to pick with Detective Butch O’ fucking, spit-swapping and face sucking what is MINE!!...Neal. Yeah...exhaling on a growl...so I was gonna cool my jets and wait for the perfect opportunity...letting the downtown cityscape roll by, until we are cruising past the pig-ugly, dated facade of the Caldwell police station, where the local TV crews are huddled on the rain-slicked steps like vultures, hoping for a scoop on that DelVecchio case that’s been all over the evening news, face shielded from the paparazzi flashes as the police cruiser hangs a louie to pull us up to the back of the station, the business entrance with the iron bars. The cop pops the door, leathers creaking as I unfold stiff limbs from the car to tower over the arresting officer, gifting the human a sinister glare that has his hand hovering over the butt of his firearm. Damn, if I said ‘Boo!’ to the POS he’d piss his fucking pants. Diamond eyes narrowed, head cranking around, watching for any sign of Tory as I allow myself to be lead past the security door with the uniformed female guard built like a linebacker in lipstick and down the grubby linoleum stretch of hallway..maintaining a tight-lipped silence throughout the check-in process...I can’t even be fucking assed giving false deets...not like the pen-pushing desk-jockey will remember a damn thing about this little rendez vous, true...not the sudden, overwhelming compulsion to click delete on my record before the interview was even over, not the fact that when I let him roll the pads of my fingers on the ink pad they failed to register a single print, not even the fact that the camera fritzed out when he had me posing for those mug-shots...and then I’m being lead further down that grungy hallway with its buzzing strip fluorescents.. and just as the guard turns the lock on the holding cell, barring me inside.. I spot Tory, just a brief glimpse of her back rounding a corner up ahead, midnight black hair whipping as she is man-handled by a woman guard with a silhouette like a Romanian shot putter, gloved hand fisting around the steel bars, a low growl bleeding through tight lips, before turning to meet and greet the glaring, watch-your-ass welcome wagon of gangbangers, chrome domes, sociopaths and flaked out junkies, spread out along benches like some recruitment poster for the fucking Lessening Society. Sons of bitches have enough survival smarts to smell danger...for now, anyways, the cockroaches giving my ass a wide berth like I'm doused in Bug Be Gone..giving me space to check out my new accommodations. A standard issue, thirty by thirty cinder block room, stainless steel sink and toilet in one corner, re-enforced bars across one wall and the small window up high...too small for a grown male to clamber through..but big enough to let in sufficient sunlight that, come dawn, if I’m still slammed up in this shithole, the peanut gallery of lowlife Caldwell scumbags were gonna be singing Kumbaya and sharing horror stories around one bigass, flaming pile of vampire barbecue. Yippi-kay Ay, Motherfucker..planting my ass on the end of a bench, massive shoulders leaned back against the cinder block wall to wait for Detective Butch O’fucking Neal...and I knew he'd come, because the asshole was jonesing for a piece of me just as bad as I was for him, true..gloved hand patting the empty pockets of my leathers with a snarl..cocksucker took my smokes too?.. just one more reason the cop's ass was fucking MINE...}

*this is insane...my foot taps out a drumming beat on the floor of the car, scuffing the worn mat with it's sticky spilt soda spots and the crumpled boxes of donuts tucked away under the front seat. Why the fuck am I taking this shit? Never before had I let it get this far, I'd busted my ass out of dozens of these things, never once actually letting myself get transported to the station...but now... V was in one of these cars, lost in the line of vehicular cages and I wanted to be where he was, 'cause I have a suspicion Butch is not going to go easy on him. Something had snapped in the cop and he was directing all those jagged broken pieces at my male...Not. Good. Vishous would kill him in a heartbeat with just the slightest provocation now and I cant do a damn thing to derail him if I'm not there. So I wait, head kicked back against the seat, ponytail long since released to cascade midnight waves into a shroud of semi-protection...concealing taut curves and dagger edges...my eyes trained on the ceiling, avoiding the leering gaze of the one male officer taking up the drivers seat with his bulbous form, noting the miles that go by in a rush of city chatter seeping through the cracked window...jerked, eased, call it what you will, being popped from the car as it drove in to park was far from pleasant, the cuffs tightened, biting into skin and drawing a low snarled hiss from my lips* Yeah...fucking tighten them, asshole, you're just turning me on...*poor little officer, new, young, already waiting at the doors to the station, dropped my wrists so fast I could have been a cobra, his eyes flaring blue shock, face beetroot in a second, stammering under the weight of my glare, my lip curled into the vicious snarl that would keep him at a distance* You dont fucking touch me...<<Ease up, Miss, he wont touch you again. I'll take you from here.>>*And she did. Female hand slipped around my elbow to guide, she may not have been all that feminine, but the human cop was quick, professional, taking me through the motions as half my brain focussed on creeping into minds and putting my total recorded presence into a full on delete. Not my best skill. I'm not all that good at wiping, I have to really think about it and getting people to make your records disappear is a lot harder than you'd think..but deets, mug-shots, non existent fingerprints...all gone by the time the faint strains of a growl peeters through the air to caress my ears with the sounds of possession...V...he's close...hair whipping a crack that snaps my head around, seeing only the corner of an off white wall before I'm led down an out-dated, lino-floored hallway in a struggle of arching, wriggling female limbs, banded in she-male arms and hauled off, my ass slammed into the holding pen with all the other creatures of the night. Hookers dressed up in strips of material masquerading as clothing, dead faces, makeup smeared, lipstick bleeding out around thin lips and the caked, pastry-flaking dullness of the addicts, stringy hair, pitted, sunken eyes, clawing their arms in an attempt to rid themselves of bugs that weren’t there...rocking in the corners like weebles, they wobble but they don’t fucking fall down...until their pimps, or dealers, or a dirty needle ends the pathetic excuses for lives...surviving, existing, but never truly living...I am in a cage of shadows, death hovering with greedy fingers waiting for fate to take its pick of street scum...pity a leaden presence in my gut, my ass meets cold bench and I shut out every detail of this cell, these walls, the humans eyeing me with a mixture of resentment, interest and pure, cold hatred...females...my eyes roll...the bitchiest creatures alive when their vanity is threatened...propping my chin in my hands, foot tapping, hair closing me behind a black curtained wall of silk, the low spoken <<Tory?>> is nearly lost to a chatter of whining insults...fuck, if Vishous doesn’t get me out soon, I'll be killing the bitches...*

{Elbows braced on split knees, staring up at the steel-barred, rectangular patch of sky, watching it change subtly as the night wore on with still no sign of the cop. It dawned on me then that I was gambling, not just my own fate, but Tory’s too, on the conviction that this human cop, Detective Butch O'Fucking Neal wanted to finish what we'd started.. hands scrubbed roughly up my face, fingers raking into thick black hair in fists ..how the fuck did I get myself into this sitch? The hours dragged by and the cop was a big no-fucking show...doubt creeping through the bars of the holding cell, a steel cage.. impossible to dematerialize out of. Too much fucking time to mull over where they were keeping Tory and hoping to hell it was a windowless cell, somewhere safe from the fireball of death that would be popping over the horizon, any fucking minute now. I'd been given my phonecall, for all the damn good it did, dumping straight to voicemail at the Brotherhood mansion..fuckers would all be asleep in their beds by now, cozying up with their shellans..while mine was rotting in a human prison cell? Fuck that, true..the decision to take matters into my own hands already taken as I draw up to full, foreboding warrior height, face pressed between the rungs of cold steel, a harsh, high pitched whistle escaping my teeth to catch the attention of the nearest guard..all I needed was eye-contact and a little mind-crawling, psychic manipulation to convince the officer that unlocking the cell right now was a real smart move..his movements robotic, gaze fixed on the hypnotic diamond glow of darkly dilated pupils, hand reaching for the bunch of keys attached to the gun belt at his hips, metal sliding inside the lock, the mechanism turning...this was going to be a fucking massacre..no way I could manipulate and wipe every human mind in this place, I was good, but not that fucking good.. no way I could leave this kind of messy evidence in my wake, but fuck it, if I had to take down the entire Caldwell police department to get Tory out of here alive..then so be fucking it, true. And what do you know, the cop picks this exact moment to pitch up, that scent of Scotch and Italian cologne hitting me right before I spot the MOFO..long strides eating up the stretch of linoleum corridor, anger bleeding out of every pore in the male's body...fucking perfect..a hard smile on my lips as I allow myself to be cuffed again and shoved out of the cell, lead down a maze of corridors to an interrogation room somewhere in the basement of the old building..talk about a lucky fucking break..not a single window in the room, not a crack of outside light..cocksucker might have saved my ass without even knowing it.. suppressing a laugh.. shrew diamond eyes scanning the perimeter of the ceiling, fritzing out the security cameras to eliminate any unnecessary witnesses to the carnage that was about to go down here. And I know the cop is right on board with the plan when he pulls rank to dismiss the wet behind the ears, uniformed security, neither of us bothering with the formalities of sitting, the tension in the air so thick, you cut cut through it with a blade..if you had a blade, true..tongue curling over twin razor fangs in a tight-lipped smile as the cop gets in with the interrogation} <<What's your name?>> Name's Vishous..you got a hearing problem, asshole? {throwing the cop's insult to Tory right back in his face with a snarl} my female told you my name, true <<Try again, dickhead. I want your real name, not some 'Ludacris' gangster bull-shit>> {Leaning forward, leading with my head, staring down at the cop, nostrils flaring, thinking how much I am going to enjoy ripping that thick throat open with my teeth, lips curling back off a grotesque set of dagger fangs on a hiss} Vishous Bloodletter, Cop, by name and fucking nature, feel me? {Credit to the cocky SOB, the cop fronts well, despite the fact he's bleeding terror out every pore in his skin as he checks out the huge canines} <<Quite a set of hardware you got there>> Yeah? {leaning in close so my breath is a hot rush in the guy's face, cracking my goatee'd jaw} Quite a left hook you got, for a human, cocksucker {The cop squares off his shoulders} <<You kiss your mother with that mouth, asshole?>> {fuck..almost laughing at the image of anyone kissing the Scribe Virgin and the shit she'd do to them if they tried} Fuck no!... but you made the fatal mistake of kissing my female with yours, true {and just like that it's game over for the human cop, handcuffs clattering to the ground and in one fluid movement, I'm right up in the male's grille, his back slammed into the cinder block with inhuman strength, disarmed in a heartbeat, gloved hand wrapped around his throat in a death-grip, scrabbling fingers clawing at the iron choke-hold, eyes bugging out, gagging, air starved as I clap my free palm on the cop's jaw, his head shoved back to expose the taut column of a pounding jugular, fangs punching down on a primal snarl, chest to chest with the male, lips peeled back as I bite down, brutal twin penetrations tearing ragged holes in the human male's neck, a hoarse cry escaping his mouth, my own flooded with the hot, salty spill of crimson lifeblood..holy fuck.. the taste hits like a head-on with an eighteen-wheeler..an echo crashing around inside my skull, an ancient, primal instinct, hammering for attention.. recognising its own Wrath ..Wrath..WRATH?.. What The FUCK?.. lethal canines ripped from the cop's throat, wrenching back to pin the SOB with a penetrating diamond glare, the pupil of my right eye dilated to a fathomless black hole, blood smeared from my lips to the back of my hand on a growl, gloved palm pinning the male to the wall like an insect under a microscope} Who? What the FUCK are you?!! {those hazel eyes pop wide, incredulous, with a whole lot of <<you're asking ME that fucking question??!!>> one hand flying up to cup the gaping wound at his throat, the other gripping like grim-death to the gold crucifix around his neck and he's sucking in air like a goddamned Dyson} <<You.. bit.. me!! Jee..zus, you fucking bit me, you asshole>> {fear darkening the human's face} <<Fuck!!...am I gonna to turn into one of you now?>> {shaking my head slow} No, doesn't work that way, true {the cop pops a brow, voice a gravel pit from the near-strangulation} <<Rabies?>> {barking a hard laugh} No, you fucking idiot..{damn.. if I didn't want to fucking kill this arrogant as all get out human, I might even like his gum-flapping, cocky ass..and just like that the aggression is sucked out of the room, both of us collapsing in near hysterical laughter..I had no fucking idea what I was gonna do with this SOB, but I sure as fuck wasn't gonna kill him until I knew why the King's blood was running through his veins..the little party interrupted by a soft knock, a familiar voice bleeding through the door of the interrogation room, two set of eyes darting in the direction of the words uttered respectfully in the cadence of the Old Language} <<Sire? Master Vishous? Are you within Sire?>> Fritz??

*Hours...goddamned hours, with no sight of V or Butch and the numbers on the clock slowly climbing...1...2...3...4...5...6...another hour and I'll be ashing the place with a supremo bonfire...took me a while to spot the fucking bar-reinforced window in all it's light letting in glory and once spotted, I'd been clock watching like the thing was attached to a nuclear detonator. But, at least I wouldnt be alone when I died. The young, too much chest, not enough ass female who had said my name was one of Rehv's girls, arrested 'cause she tried to take the money some guy owed her for their...time...he called the cops, obviously they believed the asshole and she got banged up with the meth heads and not so pro prostitutes, her tiny body wedged as close to me on the bench as she could get* <<Why you watchin' the time, Tory? You aint gonna get outta here any quicker...a watched clock does not tock...>> *offering her a laugh and dragging my eyes away from the time piece to look into her hollow blue ones, mascara pooled in the corners, her hair floofed to within an inch of it's life and starting to droop...* I need to get out of here, I need to get to @Vishous_unbound...*I need to see my young went unsaid, but they'd been running through my head, my one call going to voicemail in the Penthouse...not surprising since the Chosen Maia had no clue how to use the phone, but I wasn’t hoping she'd be any help getting us out, even with the instructions I left...my last words...'kiss the twins for me'...fuck....*<<Tory? Tory? Where'd ya go? Do not leave me alone with these bitches>> *chipped hot pink nails clicking in front of my face, dragging my mind back to the small, now pretty cramped cell and it's catty inhabitants...head shaking to clear the fog of a drifting mind in a flurry of black waves* I'm here...just thinking...<<Prison Break? Think you can fit me under your shirt and smuggle me out too?>> Kacey, YOU can barely fit under your shirt...*snorting a laugh, fingers raked through mussed, tangled ebony as I stand, needing movement to order the chaos in my head, to...fuck..to plan. But I cant think straight with the heat creeping in with the purple hues of dawn, damn pretty but a little too lethal to be appreciated...fingers wrapping around the bars, forehead pressed to cool iron, I am dry of ideas, a total desert of smarts with an oasis of panic setting in like a mirage on the horizon. And then a break...a tap on my shoulder, short, skeletal, primped and preened like she was entering an Oompa Loompa beauty pageant, her face starting miles under the makeup and almost on eye level with mine*<<That @Vishous_unbound guy? He your pimp? You been talkin' awful fond of him to hussy slut over there, and I need a new handler. Mine's doing some time playing butt monkey in the big lockup>>*Even if English was my first language, I still would have had trouble computing what the fuck she was saying, 'cause she couldnt possibly be asking what I think she's asking...grinding my teeth, jaw clenched tight, biting a tongue that strokes down concealed weapons...fluffing up her hair, shimmying up her bra to display her assets, bright red caked lips open to speak again*<<He gonna come post your bail? Gonna pick ya up? 'Cause I'll do whatever to get back in someone's pocket. I'm a damn good earner.>>*My answer? A fist in knotted back-combed hair, yanking her head and hurling the light-weight, barely there female like a rag doll into the opposite wall, crumpling a skin bag of whimpering bones to the floor, snarling ivory daggers quickly hidden behind tight lips as the human starts up a wailing scream for an officer and three burly women barrel in, led to drag my hands between the bars and re-apply the cuffs by the bitch's bony finger trembling in my direction...a small voice piping up from under now bedraggled mousy locks*<<Aw fuck Tory, now I gotta wait alone 'til I get picked up?>> Sorry Kace, Xhex will be here soon though right? Rehv never leaves you guys in here for long...*ordered out the cell's doors, I am restrained, caged in by brick shithouses on three sides, and guided down, passing offices, barred doors, the sunburn flush just starting to colour my skin cooling as windows disappear to walls and only flourescent lights illuminate the hallway*<<You cant play nice with others, you stay here, someone will come and get you when you're free to go, if Sweetie doesnt press charges for assault>>*My 'awww fuck' is met by a closed door, shut into the light tight space with its small cot and metal toilet..much better accommodations, more private, less likely to make me combust once that sun has risen, less likely I'll kill someone in a peak of possessive fury...flopping out on the single bed, ankles crossed, arms under my head, the weight of daylight pulls heavy on nocturnal eyelids, my body clock confused by my wakefulness and demanding I sleep...dream...reaching out for @Vishous_unbound I surrender to the oblivion, if only for a few....FUCK! The knock is soft but jerks me upright in a bared hiss of fully elongated fangs, sleep blurring eyes I'd only just rested, disoriented by blank walls and the haze of dreams, voice broken, rough with the heat of subconscious images* Yeah? *silly Tory, why are you answering? They know you're in here..but no female voice responds, only the soft familiar tones of..Fritz? Hands planted to the door, the lock clicks and pure silver white hair greets a smile fang filled..until emerald eyes fall to the gurneyed body bag..Oh Fuck...no..Vishous?!!*

{Props to the old doggen, true. Fritz was every bit the warrior the Brothers were, except his MO was to blindside you with his impeccable credentials, before dealing you the fatal blow with that charm offensive of his. Not that the doggen didn't keep a neat little .40 pistol tucked away in that pristine, black worsted wool suit, and if it came down to the wire he was a highly skilled marksman, but there was no call for weapons today, no, Fritz had single handedly achieved what none of the brothers could have, least not without leaving a trail of bloody carnage in their wake. The doggen had infiltrated the Caldwell police department in the guise of chief undertaker for the esteemed Perlmutter & Bros Funeral Parlor, here on business to tend the recently deceased unfortunates brought in by those fine and upstanding officers of the CPD, casually wheeling his lead-lined bodybags through the grimy corridors of the station without a second glance from a single member of the human staff. And I was one grateful fucking SOB, sliding my shitkickers into the base of one unzipped bag, throwing a last look at the cop, slumped in a corner of the interrogation room, dead to the world in a hypnosis induced coma..perhaps I should have scrubbed his memories better and Wrath would be handing me my ass for it later, but the overriding imperative was getting to Tory. Besides, I figured if the cop started shooting his mouth off about vampires in Caldwell..well..career suicide for a homicide detective true. When he woke, the cop would be losing his shit, thinking he was going the way of his crazy mom, Odell O'Neal, whose stories nobody believed. Laying back slow, settling the massive dimensions of my frame into the tight confines of the body bag, the irony not lost on me that I'd threatened the cop with the same fate not twenty four hours ago...so many thoughts churning my grey matter, not least the carefully walled up terror that we were too late for Tory, refusing to even entertain that thought until Fritz is yanking the zipper on the body bag, metal teeth sealing me into claustrophobic darkness... and that when the loss of control hits...FUCK ME!! I can't fucking breathe, limbs pinned to my sides, air circulating across hot, panicked skin..utter, suffocating blackness..where does the oxygen get in?...Christ, I'm gonna lose my shit in here.. recalling that leather mask in my collection, the one I'd never had the balls to use, the fact it terrified me reason enough to own the thing..vaguely aware I'm being moved...the trundling of wheels beneath me..mental hypoxia, panic setting in..totally fucking vulnerable..all it would take is one asshole deciding to inspect the contents of Fritz's cargo and I'm reduced to a scorched and smoking smear of sun-roasted vampire...FUCK!!!!...that image and all I can picture is Tory facing the sun alone...Oh God.. stamping down the terror that steals the precious oxygen from my lungs...Be. Fucking. Alive Tory}

*His hair the brightest thing in the damn room, a shock of white peering around the door with a wide smile, I would have been ecstatic to see him under any other circumstance, and I am...but the dark shadow raining on my happiness is a warrior sized body bag set up on a gurney...the black plastic sheened under the fluorescent lights and...moving...? The doggen doesnt stand a chance, knocked into the metal door by a dart of frantic female, I would have leaped him if I wasnt sure my legs would give...please..fuck..please dont be a bag of ash.. God where had they put him? Had the dawn reached him? It's rays are threatening to permeate concrete and brick, trying to reach with UV fingers and incinerate us, a death beam...a shaft of sunlight and we'll be suffering third degree burns...two...and it wont be long before we actually are ash...fuck...dont be ash, dont be dead...scrabbling, my fingers are a fumbling mess at the zipper of the thick black material, Fritz gently easing my hands from the bag and drawing the zip down clicking metal teeth, parting...revealing....I think I fall one minute standing a little shaky with dread, the next raining assaults of rough kisses to the panicking pale of V's face ..fuck...what did they do to you? The words whispered between the hard kisses, trying to ease the...terror?...on your face with my touch hands slipped into V's hair, a macabre sight to any onlooker, but the hallways are empty as I bask in his presence, the lost half of my body, half of my soul, throat tight, barely breathing feeling slowly pieced back together with each kiss reaffirming life half flung onto the gurney like I can fit into that damn bag with Vishous, a blanket of midnight and porcelain* Fuck..you're alive

{We've stopped..fuck, why have we stopped? Muffled, indecernible voices leaking through the hermetic seals of the bodybag.. and then I hear the unmistakable metallic rasp of a zipper..Motherfucker..a horrifying cocktail of terror and rage rising up my chest..torquing in the straight-jacket bondage of the bag, if this is it..if this is my time, then sure as fuck whatever cocksucker was opening me up to the sun was going down with me...and then I'm sucking in great gasps of air like a landed fish, light flooding over me, blinding sensitized retinas that slowly come into focus...and sweet Fuck! I haven't seen a dawn in three centuries, but damn, the sight of Tory is just about the most incredible thing I've ever laid eyes on, what it must feel like to have the sun on your face and still not burn, and yeah, so maybe the brain hypoxia was turning me into a fucking sap..but fuck, I've never felt so alive, grasping fistfuls of her hair to drag her mouth to mine, all but hauling her inside the damn body bag with me, ravaging her mouth with air-starved desperate kisses} Thank fuck Tory...you're alive!!

I'm alive, you're alive...we're alive... *murmuring grateful kisses to V’s mouth, slung over his body in an attempt to wriggle into that tight bag, and V is helping the sitch, hauling me closer, welding me to muscular lines....until a soft cough clears a polite throat on a gentle chuckle, Fritz's voice sounding through the haze of relief and separating V from my lips, gasping at air* <<Miss Tory, I fear the bags are not double, so Master Vishous can not share his, but I have yours right here. You won’t be far>>*His smile is all gentleness as a slow gesture indicates the flat black zipped material beside V and I force a necessary separation sure to hurt far worse than any sunburn, squeezing V’s hand and vaulting up on his opposite side in a fluent move that lays me in the quickly opened bag and Fritz sets to closing me in, my eyes locked to V until I am blacked out and my world disappears to darkness, soothing, my air limited to shallow breaths that don’t hide the closing of the second bag...V's growl unmistakable even in the muffled confines...and then we're moving before my lips can utter a reassurance trundling down twists and turns, a surreal journey of blind movement jostling me in a vibrating rumble of wheels, Fritz's voice every so often seeping through with a 'Morning Sire' as he works his way through the station, every sound catalogued, weighed up for a threat by the half of my brain that actually fights not thinking about Vishous, the logical warrior side that preps for a sunlight battle if needs be...Drowning...it's like drowning, in complete darkness, sounds foggy, dim, the feeling of spiralling underground, instincts calming as the raging heat of the sun diminishes, the threat receding the further down we get...hollow sounds, the clack of the wheels changing, billowing out in an echo of movement....an underground garage? I fucking hope Fritz has a damn sun-tight bat mobile down here cause even tinted windows wouldn’t stop the sun...we'd burn...as we roll to a stop, I am already fumbling to get to Vishous, nails clawing at the zipper tracks, but of course no one is supposed to get out from the inside of one of these damn things, futile to try, I guess....and dim light floods eyes that blink rapidly up at a dark concrete ceiling, the black sides falling apart to the sitting motion of trapped curves, brushing back hair mussed from static, lips falling open on an incredulous laugh, emerald eyes meeting Fritz's dancing ones* No way....*The dead charade doesn’t stop with the body bags...awaiting, parked perfectly in a large bay was a double wide sleek obsidian hearse, glittering like the Grim Reapers ride under the sickly cast of low lights...and mahogany shimmers in the cave of lush satin lining, curtains drawn in hues of red silk to conceal....fuck....Vishous and I would be going home in....coffins?*

Cuffed by the Law

{I didn't need to see the shiny CPD badge held up in Red Sox's meaty palm to peg him as a cop, any more than I’d need X-Ray fucking vision to know his free hand was wrapped around the business end of his piece right now, the scent rolling off the guy confirming he was juiced. A wild intensity in those hazels, point blank eyeballing me, betraying that this sitch, finding Tory blindfolded in the car...Nah, this was something more than SOP police business...something that yanked the guy's chain good and tight.. a name floating up to the surface of the male’s conscious thought...Janie...a female...a sister? Yup, this shit was personal..and whatever demon the guy had dancing on his back, it made the human male a loose fucking cannon. Gloved hand slipping inside the leather of my jacket..Cop or not, I wouldn’t hesitate to drop the human to protect Tory. Flashing a chipped front tooth as he opens his pie hole to speak} <<Caldwell Police Department. Detective O'Neal. Let me see your hands>>

*if the drawling male voice hadn't niggled at my subconscious, the name certainly did, that and the tension pouring off the presence on the other side of the car...I recognise it, same energy, threatening, aggressive and I cant keep riding blind any longer, the soft silk of the blindfold tugged down to circle my throat, emerald eyes narrowed, leaning around V with a hand to rock hard, tense muscle, fingers curling into V's shoulder, a mammoth blockade shielding me from the apparent threat of a Detective O'Neal....wild masculine aggression works itself up something good, two males, one human, mirroring a stance that strokes fingers to weapons...and my eyes roll...so much unnecessary posturing, as if the human really had a chance against V. Dodging around leather clad shoulders, my vision alights on the face that matches the name, hazel eyes slightly crazier than last seen but no less familiar without their alcohol glaze...voice soft, the cop already provoked, tentative seeking to diffuse the tension* Butch?

{Butch??? Shooting Tory a bemused look, diamond eyes narrowed, questioning, as I do a double take of the recognition registering between Tory and the CPD officer, the bonded beast prowling along the bars of its cage} What the fuck? You know this male, Tory? <<I SAID, let me see your hands>> {eyes peeled away from her, cranking the heavy weight of an icy stare up to Officer Red Sox as he cuts me off. Like Tory knowing this sonofabitch wasn’t already prodding those base, territorial instincts, a feral growl escaping lips closed in a tight line over dagger fangs, gloved fingers concealed as they close around the hilt of one perfectly weighted blade. Fucker wanted to bait me? His fucking pine box, true. Card carrying member of the Red Sox Nation or not, the cocksucker was so much dead meat. Words growled in Tory's direction} Tory. Stay put, true. This won't take long, feel me?

V....*my voice is low with warning...I'd have to be an idiot not to sense the violent possession rolling from V's body, his muscles bunched, poised to attack, even in the confines of the vehicle and if either one got a draw on their weapons I'd be disposing of a human body, possibly mangled, knowing the brutality of a bonded male protecting his mate...a heavy exhale flutters escaping strands of ebony hair from my face, my hand slipping down to @Vishous_unbound's thigh, squeezing lightly for attention* Dont....dont kill him... *a hair trigger...Butch is on a hair trigger, something riled him up all wrong and he's got it in for my male, his anger palpable, his enmity uncalled for, completely out of the blue...but he doesnt deserve to die for his stupidity and arrogance* V...Butch has helped me out a couple of times...in the past. When I ran into the law with blood on my hands? *eyes wide emerald imploring, fingers digging into the column of your thigh, a quick glance catching Butch's glare* Just dont kill him...

What?! {Meeting Tory’s eyes.. confused..morbid jealousy momentarily clouding the logical process of thought.. totally fucking blindsided at the idea of Tory getting all cheek by jowel cozy with this human male..yeah, I just bet he 'helped' her out..Attention drawn to the bite of Tory's nails digging crescents into the tensed muscle of my thigh, just a split-second lapse in concentration, but enough to swing the odds.. gaze jerking up from her clawed fingers in the direction of a click..and there it was. Fuck! The all too familiar sound of a gun being cocked. Staring down the muzzle trained on me through the window of the Escalade at point-blank range. Not even I could survive a hit that tight and with Tory riding shotgun? No way in hell I was risking her, true} <<HANDS ASSHOLE! And step out of the cah’. Or I put a window in the back of your damn skull>>

No....*threads of sound whispering from lungs that have stopped their breathing, not even a heartbeat in the tense silence, gaze locked on the muzzle of the gun, aimed straight at V....no...Butch's command, laden with a taut nonsensical fury growling a threat my mind doesnt even want to register...fuck...how do we end up on the wrong end of guns? Fucking wired cop is a riot of emotion, bubbling under his skin and turning every move to a provocation V would take up the minute he could...then Butch is done for...and even with me defending him...and believe me, I am supporting him less and less the longer he trains his weapon on my male...it wouldnt help any..not now. Lowering my tone, tamping down fear for growling reasoning* Butch, what the fuck are you doing? He hasnt done anything, you cant just....<<You. Stop talkin’. Out of the car too>>*an arch stare raising the delicate line of my brow, emeralds set to a glare of daggers, my hand on the door* You'll have to back up, or he wont be able to get out without stuffing your muzzle into his face...*and if a slight sheepish flush raises on his skin, it's lost to the slam of doors as Butch backs up and I move to stand beside V...well...more a little in front, a feminine barrier trying to bar Butch's sight from V...no way he'd shoot a female...I hope*

{the muzzle of the cop’s weapon is a cold steel prod, wedged into the base of my neck as a heavy hand clamps down on my shoulder, and I allow myself to be manhandled away from Tory and shoved into a wall, stubbled jaw mashed into the rough brickwork, this human cop's breath hot, prickling the tiny hairs at the back of my neck, his scent an earthy blend of single malt whiskey and Aqua di Parma cologne. <<you wanna tell me what you're doin' out here this time 'a night?>> {cracking a hard smile} Just out for a drive, true. You? Never been on a date, cop? {I swear the human actually fucking growls in my ear as first my right arm, then my left are yanked behind me, neck straining to make eye contact with Tory, heavily-muscled shoulders popping in their sockets as the cop slaps on the cuffs, and he's a real pro with the metal, true. Steel teeth ratcheting tight on thick wrists as he spits angry words in my ear} <<uhuh, brought yourselves some mahshmallows to toast on this little bonfire too?>> {the backdrop inferno of the still-blazing abattoir throwing off almost as much heat as the cop himself as he tightens the cuffs another notch, cutting into flesh and leather ..that's it cocksucker, just a little lower, true.. Just slip off the glove and you'll be the one getting toasted tonight} <<Hate breakin' it to ya, asshole, but this ain't no fucking lovah's lane and you two sure as hell ain’t datin’ >>

Fuck...*muttering curses, my arms wrap my curves in a self comforting embrace, eyes frantic locked on V, pressed to the wall, Butch's hands clicking the cuffs down around my males wrists and that's about as fucking good for my sanity as the muzzle digging into V's skull...fuck...MINE...no-one cuffs him but me...a weird possessive surge rolling the violent growl of a barely leashed Rottweiler into the night air, shimmering with a threat that is too strong for Butch to ignore..his head snapping around, eyes flared wide searching for a rabid canine and faced with me...fuck the past, fuck helping him, he hurt V and memories would mean jack shit...years ago, long past to me, Butch had pulled himself up onto a bar stool, breath loaded with enough alcohol to start his own business and started in on a very well slurred compliment of my person, a drawling, hilariously sweet come on that had incited pity, not hatred, too desperate to be angry at, my simple 'Go find Cherry Pie, Butch, she'll take care of you a lot better than I will...' going unheeded, lost in the haze of drunken lust...I knew how to kill, to hurt...what he wanted...no way in fucking hell...deaf to my suggestion soft lips had taken mine with a Lag laced infusion of hungry pressure...Fuck..I'd toppled him off his stool so damn fast and ran...shit...Diamond eyes were narrowed in a craning of thick neck, piercing through emerald with a stare that I could only meet with unspoken apology* Let him go Butch...

{Oh fuck NoNoNoNo!! you have got to be fucking kidding me!!..the image of that cop's filthy, slobbering mouth on Tory burned like a brand on my retinas..crushed harder into the wall of a building as my body tenses, rage boiling up just beneath the surface, reflected in the questioning diamond gaze that locks onto Tory, willing a denial, voice tight with restraint, mouth distorted, mashed into the brick by the pressure of the gun barrel digging into my throat, pulse hammering a furious beat against the muzzle} You need to leave. You need to get the fuck out of here. Now <<DO NOT LOOK AT HER!!>> {Biting out a snarl.. oookay..sucking in a ragged breath...Now... I am ready to fucking kill... Having copped an eyeful of that drunk make-out session with Tory....shit was going to get real ugly..a sardonic smile curling my lips, biding my time as I allow the cop to frisk my body and rifle through pockets for weapons..Glocks, blades, ammo piling up on the asphalt <<Jesus Christ, You got some ID? Or wasn't there room in here for a wallet, with the thirty pounds of concealed weapons you're carryin'?>> {His voice is like the drone of an annoying insect in my ear..an insect I fully intend to squash.. fuck yes..I plan to look this sonofabitch right in the eye while the life bleeds from his body <<You got a name, asshole?>> 

Vishous...his name is Vishous...not asshole...*growls thrumming loud, I've been worked into a tense crouch of defensive female, about ready to kill the fucker myself but with the gun so close, one wrong move could have V's brains colouring the wall...and I kinda like his brains...my fingers caressing the hilt of a dagger...silly cop, check my male but dont search the innocent little female...a mistake many make and my fingers curl tight on the black hilt as the human snarls, riding my hackles right up* <<Do you have a hearing problem, sweetheart? I said stop talkin'>>*boring holes in the back of the cops skull, I wait, for a dagger strike...or the perfect shot*

{A snarl ripping through clenched teeth.. speaking to Tory in that tone of voice? Strike. Three. Motherfucker. SOB got a death wish? I am more that happy to oblige the cocksucker} Tory, please leave. Now. {a tightly growled plea for her to dematerialize to safety before this sitch gets real nasty. Allowing myself to be spun around, bunched shoulders slammed back into brick wall, the pain only fuelling my hatred for this Butch O'Neal, diamond stare a penetrating threat as the cop wedges the gun into the stubbled skin just beneath my jaw, his free hand stripping my black daggers from their holster..I won't need blades to kill him, true. My words are laced with acid} You gonna arrest me, cop? <<Yeah. I am>> What for? {the cop crawls up in my face} <<Let me think. Arson. Concealed weapons..>> Don't forget murder, true. You ever been inside a body bad, officer? <<Don’t threaten me>> Not a threat, cop. {aggression flowing a venomous circuit between this human male and myself, lips pulled into a cold sneer} I'm going to enjoy killing you, Butch O'Neal {the cop's elbow cocks back, meaty hand fisted, ready to connect hard with my jaw...then freezes in mid-air as my lips peel back to bare a set of monstrous fangs} Happy fucking Halloween. Officer. 

*A snicker and eye roll escaped at V's words...so cocky, my hellren..but I'm too wound up to enjoy it for long, Butch's fist threatening to bust fangs and his short pause allows seconds to pass in a blur of movement, my Glock making friendly with the cops head, pulled in that moment to kiss muzzle to skull, a chain of potential death channeled through firearms and anger* I'm thinking, my trigger finger is a lot faster than yours...*So calm, the quiet in the storm of murderous intent. No one hurts my hellren, and now I have a hand in this game, my violence is amped up, cranking for freedom, eyes locked on V with a slow stroke down ivory fangs* You gonna let us go, Butch? We havent done anything, you can just...forget all about us...*lulling, hypnotic, my tone reaches for his attention...I need that gun away from V...He'd got in a hit, his stupor at the flash of not so costumey fangs pressing play on the pause of shock, Butch's fist slamming forwards to a chorus of growls, my gun cocked, trigger teased* Do it again and we'll see how your brain looks decorating leather...*and then we're fucked...in a bad way....sirens in the not so distance closing in like wailing shrieks of rolling cages....too close...here...skidding into stops in front of the blazing building...too many...we're fast but if they open fire V and I will resemble colanders more than vampires...shit fuck, motherfucker....trapped, dematting out of the question, there are just too many minds to wipe and that kind of damage control would get fierce shit from the King...Lovely....Butch shifted his weapon a second before I did, letting the gun hang off my finger in a half surrender of situation. I'm homicidal not suicidal and that act of disarming has me slapped up next to V, the bite of metal to my wrist torquing my body in a panicked jerk, a heavy arm pinning between my shoulder blades as the cuffs click closed, manacling my wrists...fuck...*<<Be calm miss...You and your boy get to take a little ride with us...Detective...You ok?>>*I'm zoned, teeth clenched tight, read rights I barely hear and bundled into a squad car...alone...V ducked and pushed into the tight space of another...fuck...the drive to the station would not be fun*

Blind date

*Utter darkness...Blindfolded, bundled into a car, no idea where I'm going, the night air a welcome breeze rolling through the open window to flood the passenger seat with a cool wash to flushed skin...wicked male... when V said surprise, I didnt think it would include wearing a compulsory blindfold and us both being clothed. But I'll wait, I'll be patient, then I'll beat him over the head if he pitches up outside McDonald's or something...TGI Fridays, I could maybe get on board with, at least the booths there allowed for illicit encounters...enough room to...move...blind miles pass by, the low drone of the engine and the random sounds of my shuffling iPod in no way able to silence the devilish smirk and continuous, 'Are we there yet?' punishing my males ears for his secrecy. With my eyes on lock down, my mind is devouring the scents coming through the open window, judging, distancing, trying to track...until glass shuts down my blood hound impression with a whir of electrical motors, and a blind glare burns through silk to sear  with my frustration shuffling down in my seat, fingers wind through 's belt loop, I offer up a soft, slightly huffy* Are we there yet?

So impatient, shellan mine {the tires of the Escalade rolling to a stop at the kerb of the deserted street, headlamps killed, reliant on enhanced night vision and the murky yellow light thrown from the few streetlights that survived the rough neighbourhood's version of Darwinism, cutting a glance over to Tory, riding shotgun, blindfold, fangs gnawing on her full lower lip, fingers fidgeting with the belt loops of my leathers... anticipation mingled with just a frisson of fear..and fuck if that doesn't stroke up the darker recesses of my psyche..doubt tugging momentarily..maybe this wasn't such a bright idea..  might have pictured a very different kind of 'date', but damn, we both needed some closure on the fucked-up shit that went down here} Yeah, Tory, we're here {barking a laugh as your head continues to nod to the beat of whatever tune is blaring on your ipod, the white buds tugged from your ears, goatee a velvet brush at your throat as I lean in to whisper} We're here Tory. Just, don't freak the fuck out, true {gloved hand reaching to untie the blindfold}

*head jerking slightly with a flare of ebony waves as I'm unplugged, disconnected from the rock out beat of Breaking Benjamin with a rasping hush of stubble, your voice replacing the sudden silence...and dread descends, even before the black fold of fabric slips from my eyes...you'd never warn me if something pleasant was going to fill my sight would never warn me if we had parked outside some restaurant with it's bustle of humans or exclusive vampire clientele so my gut coils with the dark foreboding rising with the scent of the river, seeping through the glass, that rank stench of death washing through the vehicle, crawling through the tiniest of gaps to invade my senses with violent memories...and my head is shaking, fingers clawing through the thick strands of my hair with anxious absent motions fabric slipped from my eyes to pierce you with emerald fear, vivid, darkened by shadows, turned on you with shock as my fingers white knuckle themselves back into your belt loop...clinging, voice tremulous* No....Just no...Why..? No....

{I was coming back to the scene of this crime whether I liked it or not, true. The kind of massacre of vampire bodies left behind in that slaughter house, with no sunlight to dispose of the evidence.. that shit would give the human X-files conspiracy theorist eggheads a hard-on like you wouldn't believe, Caldwell would have its very own area 51, Wrath would go fucking ballistic. This was part of my role.. cleaner for the Brotherhood..but I'd taken a gamble on bringing  Tory here, because what was rotting inside that building was festering inside her head too. I only hoped my calculated risk wasn't going to come back and bite me in the ass, true. Gloved palm reaching up to cup your cheek, free hand steadying the tremble in your white-knuckled hand at my waist, meeting the wide-eyed terror of your emerald gaze with iced diamond, tone level, reassuring} Because I want you to see, Tory...I want you to see this nightmare hellscape razed to the fucking ground, true

*Fuck..I dont want to go in there...I dont want to see...I dont want to know...your touch eases, sending the darkness into remission for a short time, your skin on mine, leather cradling my jaw with tender authority, lending me the strength to at least...look...fuck...blinking down my lids, just the slightest glimpse of that accursed building roiling and churning bile in my gut, nausea spreading out a sheen of sweat to paled skin, panic glistening in the dim light like droplets of terror, blackening my heart, staining memories with the ink of the past, and merging the two again....Ebony lashes lift slowly, brow creasing, emeralds wary falling to diamond reassurance at the soft sure words* Burn it? *History repeats itself...it's inevitable apparently...a century gone I'd watched my house...no, HIS house...his dungeon go up in the hellfire of my vengeance, waited for the sun to burn HIS living remains and then torched everything, an explosive release of dynamite aggression, bloodthirsty power raining a blaze on the demons inside...fuck...trembling hands harshly tug the thigh-length mass of my hair into a ponytail, secured back from the fear lined planes of my face with a fierce determination...the door opened, my body slipped from the comfort of the Escalade, away from you, your support, the air you provide to gasping panicking lungs...and re-joined just as quickly, snapped back into place like a rubber band of intense connection, reformed to your side with the few steps you take, bringing us closer to hell* then let's go...'cause my body is a few breaths away from dematerializing...*that way, I'd simply cease to exist until I got to the haven of our suite...laced around your fingers, the door looms in front of us like the rusty old gates to hell*

{Fuck..I can smell your fear, the dread that rolls off you in trembling surges..it's what I wanted..extreme exposure..but in the face of your anguish, your bone-breaking grip on my knuckles..I have a wavering moment of doubt. Squaring up in front of the solid metal door of the hulking, industrial building..behind its high walls lies the evil labyrinth of hooks and chains..the cages, the spirit of that motherfucker with his hands all over you, the guilt and fury that haunts my dreams and yours. Time had come to exorcise the SOB once and for fucking all, true. Teeth yanking on the buckle securing the glove to my cursed right hand, the lead-lined leather fingers tugged between snarling fangs to expose the ethereal, back-lit glow, the inked warnings in the Old Language standing out, illuminated from behind with a pulsating, radiant energy, a force, a power I feel channeling through my body, humming in every cell like a high tension wire, locking eyes with yours, the glow flaring to retina-burning brightness in the gloomy half-light of the abandoned street as I press my palm to the steel door, the metal hissing, yielding to the intense heat in a molten, orange glowing handprint, white-hot cracks fissuring out from my twitching palm, a giant spiderweb of consuming magma flames hooking blistering, incinerating claws into the concrete fabric}

*Holy...fuck....My eyes protest the luminous sunlight pouring from my hellren's hand, warping and swirling with fluid incandescent otherworldly light, peeking through my lashes as the fiery beast swarms over the door, rising, raking rivers of lava, thin lines spanning the door, like flaming spores spreading out with blazing fingers to devour and melt, brick, metal, wood, everything gives to the tendrils of flames pouring out from your glowing palm in licking hungry advances, an apocalypse of fire setting the abattoir up on the pyre of nightmarish memories, incinerating piece by piece, the demonic energy shattering building into debris with combusting screams of falling beams and the blast of glass flowing molten in the wake of such nuclear heat, a devastation, an inferno of bright orange and pluming reds, billowing black and grey monsters roaring their agony in the smoke clouding out. Violence, Terror, Cruelty...they wail and writhe as embers explode to the fiery teeth slicing through foundations and shuddering the world in an insanity of blazing carnage, a massacre of ravaging flames destroying....everything....and I just watch, forehead rested to your arm, peering out at the memories flickering in the smoke and burning wreckage...soon it would be nothing...just the ash of a true Evil...filtered down to be swept by the wind...light, the tears roll down heat red cheeks in a crystal wash of release*

{Drawing you back from the blistering heat and billowing smoke that the building coughs up into the night in a giant, black mushroom cloud. The chain-reaction, once initiated, morphing into an animated beast of relentless, infernal destruction. Cursed hand re-sheathed in protective lead and leather, your eyes met, the heat scorching my skin like a sunburn, an ablution of fire, flames dancing in the emerald, tear-jewelled brilliance of your eyes, your lips twitched up in smile edged with insanity and defiance, a smile that tells me this was exactly the right thing to do and when I got you home I had plans to brand a whole new set of memories into your subconscious, a decadent feast of pleasure pain..but now..fuck..the mhis were good..but not that fucking good.. already the scream of sirens carrying down the wind,  and I needed out of this Godforsaken shit-hole before the place was swarming with the Caldwell fire department and the CPD's finest, a wide ivory-fanged smile curling my lips, your mouth claimed with rough-stubbled possession, gloved hand at the small of your back, guiding you back towards the Escalade, yours eyes lingering on the licking, hypnotic flames as we move} time to get the fuck out of dodge, Tory.. I'm nowhere near finished with our 'blind' date, feel me? {growling a kiss to your vein}

*allowing you to usher me away, my legs obeying when my head is fixed gazing at the pyre of smoke and flames lighting up the night with a bonfire of raging destruction that lends an orange glow to midnight blue* Not...finished, my love? *my brow is quirked up, my throat arched, body settled back into the seat and humming with a new heat, a sexual warmth that replaces terror with erotic anticipation, your lips teasing, distracting, fluttering my lids closed with gentle kisses that steal my breath and take away from the slip of silk refastened to black out my sight and send my senses soaring* V...*fisting your collar, my lips are a hairsbreadth from yours...slowly closing the...fuck! Jolting, the knock to tinted windows sends my heart hammering, so caught up in you, in our world of seduction, I didnt hear any approach*

{Narrowed diamond eyes darting to the heavy rapping on the other side of the Escalade's tinted glass, a finger depressing the switch for the passenger side window, Glock palmed in my lap, the dark glass glides down on a whir, doing a slow reveal of the human male's face...Red Sox hat pulled low on hazel eyes that flare, taking in the sight of Tory's blindfold, busted up nose, mouth opening to reveal a chipped front tooth, a Boston accent and the scent of expensive Scotch on his breath drifting into the confines of the Escalade with a muttered} <<Mawtha a'Gawd. Miss?...are you alright?>>.......................

Erasure

{Between the hot air blowing out the heater vents and the low growl of the Hummer's engine as Qhuinn sped us through the Caldwell night, Tory succumbed to the pull of exhaustion, lax in my arms, insensible as I carried her from the elevator and laid her down in our mated bed. The black silk might be cold, but still it offered up a cloud of that dark, possessive scent infused into their fibres. Telling myself sleep was good for Tory...restorative...healing. But the down side? I was left alone with my malignant thoughts...Correction: not alone.. because that was the fucking problem, true. I hadn't just brought Tory home tonight. However dead the SOB might be, HIS scent was fucking everywhere...on me...on Tory... impregnated into her clothes, every strand of her silken hair and fuck if that didn't get my territorial, bonded male instincts All. Fired. Up. Tory oblivious as I unlaced her combat boots and slipped them from her feet, a dagger unsheathed with a rasp of cold steel on leather to slice Tory's ragged shirt from her skin, that motherfucker's reeking stank on Tory clawing at my skin like a swarm of venomous scorpions, gloved hand fisted with rage as I rammed Tory's offending clothing into a black duffle, my own leathers thrown in after, everything infected with HIS stench. I half-jogged, half-ran down the emergency stairs to the basement furnace, the licking orange flames reflected in ice-white irises, feeling the heat of the blaze scorch my skin as I watched that fucker go up in a burst flames. Back turned on the fire, I beat feet back to the Penthouse...to Tory's still sleeping form...and I showered, scrubbed my skin raw like a fucking decontamination protocol, pulled a fresh set of leathers up my thighs, even trashed my glove for untainted hide. Hands braced on the bathroom sink, face lifted to my own scruffy reflection. Damp black hair falling into diamond eyes that stare back at me with a crazed, unhinged look...yup...welcome to the world of the fucking bonded male...................}
*Fuck.......bleary eyes open warily to a flickering darkness, my brain switching back on from an exhaustion coma with groans and aches that travel the length of my body in a dull throb of healing, flailing out sleep-dead limbs in some semblance of movement as the mental and physical seek to reconcile, to get back on track from a separation that kept my mind from destroying itself...fuck...damn world is hazy to all my senses, like I'm touching things through a plastic wrapper, seeing through swim goggles, hearing under water...but fuck...the one sense I would kill to dampen right now is on full fucking power, bombarding me with the scent of my torture, my torturer, it's on me...HIS touch, the scent of HIS blood, HIS skin, drowning my cells in the rank stench of his assault, a noxious perfume staining my body with the memories evoked at just a whiff of that revolting stink...I am disgusting, lying in a bed of bonding scent that touches the edges of HIS rancid brand with greedy tendrils, desperately winding through my senses with dark spices...not enough...like a rose in a garbage heap...I need to plant a whole damn rose garden...and I'm already seeking out the source of that faint beautiful scent, drawing me into the swell of sultry steam infused with the unique, soul saving incense of my male...V...I need to bathe in that scent...my haven...bedraggled, dry blood coated as I am, my arms still wrap stealthily around V's waist, keeping the worst of the scum from his skin...I need to shower, scrub layers of flesh off before he can touch me, but the low whispered words beg for my hellren's presence* Stay with me...please...while I shower...I dont want to be in here alone... 
{sensing your presence long before those fragile arms wind around my bare waist, rooted to the spot, my head swivels back towards the plea in your voice, fingers tightening reflexively around the cold porcelain lip of the sink as your scent floods my lungs, fangs unsheathed on a hiss...whoa Vishous...yanking hard on the mental choke-chain of my restraint, because given a thin inch, the caged, predatorial beast would be all fucking over you, devouring you alive...fuck...dipping my head in a short nod, voice distorted by the effort of containment} Not going anywhere, Tory, true...
*fingertips grazing the ripped muscle of your abs in a lingering reassurance before my skin leaves yours and that tightness in my chest starts up again, my lungs closing off, throat swallowing around a fist of insane separation anxiety I've only ever felt in the aftermath of the Omega's games...fuck...shutting myself quickly into the shower, the water is scalding, a boiling wash of heat pouring rain to tender flesh and searing off skin with the brutal scrubbing, a cheese-grater peeling HIM from my body scent molecule by scent molecule...and I can feel you...on the other side of the glass, a tempest of male instinct stuffed into the body of a warrior, all tension and power burning hotter than the water ...cleansed raw, my forehead leans to slick marble, wet curves shivering in the torrent of fiery water as blood washes rusty down the drain, swirling every last piece of HIM into the sewers where he belongs...but still...I'm...tainted...*
{snagging a black cotton towel from the rail, leather-covered ass slid up onto the bathroom counter to wait for you, the pent-up tension in my warrior frame escaping through hairline cracks, shitkickers swinging, pounding a heavy beat on the marble, fangs cutting into the soft flesh of my lip, breaths growled from my lungs, the towel twisted in tight fists, flicked out into the steamy, soap-scented air that floods the bathroom, a satisfying pop as the tip of the towel cracks, just like a whip...just like...FUCK!!!...like the one that motherfucker used on your skin...I'd seen the marks but all I'd cared about then was that you were breathing, that you would live for me...now?...now it clawed at my heart, invading, taking root in my soul like a cancer...}
*breath leaves my lungs on a wet exhalation, a sigh trying to rid myself of the heavy feeling in my gut, the sense that my skin is not as clean as it looks, that even with it raw and in places bleeding, I will still be able to smell HIM, feel him when I leave the sterile heat of the cubicle...I have so many demons, and they crawl and swarm, making me dirty with their memories until I cant see myself...I need you to make me clean, to bathe me in the scent I dreamt of in the hanging prison...bracing, steeling myself to face the powerful purity of your presence...flushed porcelain skin pats out of the shower stall for a towel, sodden hair wrapping hot, wet curves in a blanket of soaked silk...coming up empty* nallum? Have you taken the towel? *wouldnt put it past you, you had a tendency to like me naked and it's not the first time you've left me towel less...but I dont want you to see the marks that arent yours, still healing...still branding* V?
This what you're looking for Tory? {Fuck...the feral weight of my diamond stare heavy on the flushed wet curves of your naked skin, the black Egyptian cotton bath-sheet sliding through my palms, my voice betraying the tension that hums just beneath the surface, looping the towel over your head to snag your ass in a cotton lasso, yanking your dripping wet, inked curves between my seated thighs, water slicking leather, streaming rivulets over the erotic geography of your form, dropping my forehead to yours on a low growl, goatee'd mouth a breath..a fucking eternity from your wet lips, voice cracking} Fuck, I missed you Tory...I thought I'd lost you....
wicked male....*surrendering to the towel leash wrapping wet skin in a reining tug that brings me to you, face upturned in a silent demanding expectation of the kisses you hold off, hovering over my lips with a tension that thickens the air, the weight of your gaze tightening my body, drawing up the hard pink peaks of my nipples, kissed by cool air, I am helpless to stop the visceral reaction, it is as breathing, instinctual, necessary...captured between your thighs, my cage is one of arousal, wet palms slipping up your water-glossed clean leathers, voice taut breathed to your lips, trying to reassure that broken edge* I missed you V...*taking your next breath with a kiss, rough, animal* You will never lose me....*fingers wandering to curve into your waistband and feather my thumb to hot skin, anchoring* you're getting wet.... 
Yes. I am..{the words swallowed by the ravaging crush of your starved mouth on mine, stealing my breath, shitkickers crossed at the heels, locking powerful calves to the lithe mounds of your ass, animal hunger driving me to grind your bare, intimate skin on the thick, iron ridge that strains the seams of my leathers, your hair dripping, sodden silk, heavy on my biceps, the counter height negating our substantial height difference, the erect peaks of your nipples grazing my scarred pecs, my words husky, punctuated by biting kisses as my hungry, goatee'd mouth devours your heat-swollen lips} Question is Tory....are you?
hmmm...wet or wicked? *jailed in the confines of your body, a willing prisoner in the aroused lock of limbs, the hard press of steely flesh restrained by leather and grinding out a command for freedom against intimate skin answered by the rock of my hips, the beaded peaks of my nipples rubbing a tantalising friction to the steam damp heat of your chest...and I'm melting...demons scurry from the heat, their ice thawing in the wake of igniting arousal, my thighs wet with slick desire, delicate folds jewelled by the dew of lust, drenched...dragging deep, fiery, lingering kisses from your mouth, an invitation spelled out in purrs and grinding undulations, bitten to your lips in feral hunger* Why dont you find out?
Fuck.. you challenging me Tory? {control balanced on a knife-edge, words thick with lust and erotic threat, breathed and bitten savagely to your lips, accentuated by the hard-ground revolution of my hips that work my arousal on the slippery sensitive nerve-centre at the top of your cleft...feeling exactly how wet and wicked you are, a molten desire that licks flames of erotic heat over my skin and pulses a throbbing ache through the rock-hard shaft of my cock} because, Tory...you know I can't resist a fucking challenge, true {wet velvet tongue pushing at the seam of your lips, opening you up to me even as strong hands yank on the towel, spinning your curves like a beyblade that reels you face forward to the tiled wall, wet palms splaying on marble to halt the centrifugal force that torques your body, hair an ebony wet lash of soaked curls falling to your ass as the towel dumps, sodden to the floor and I'm on my feet not a millisecond after you, on my knees the next, fingers digging hard into the curve of your hips, tilting back your pelvis for the rasping, hot, slick stroke of my tongue through the silky, swollen lips of your core, groaning with the raw need to taste you...mark you...own you...fuck...vibrating a growl to your lusciously soft, aroused flesh} fuck Tory....wickedly wet, true...
*a twirl of wet flesh splaying palms to the slippery tiles in a hard impact that shocks me to a gasp, one minute wrapped up in you, the next flush to cold surface, my hips cocked up and back, thighs split, the dominating presence of your hungry warrior body plastering me to the wall in a tender assault of ravenous lips and burning abrasive stubble to the swollen soaked folds of my most intimate flesh, a kiss, intense, erotic, lips meeting lips, tongue sweeping a rasp of velvety licks through the glossy pool of my arousal, dipping into the silken flesh of my sex to torture a firebrand of sensation in curling, probing advances, devouring me with kisses of such possessive sexual intimacy that my thighs tremble, and my hips grind down in a slow beat tempo, guiding your tongue, riding your expert, savagely arousing mouth and basking in the cleansing purity of carnal fire as whimper-cries fill the air with sizzling passion and lust glistens on my skin* fuck...V...yes...*molten on your tongue, my body liquid fire, trembling a tension building with each stroke*
Tory...{fuuuck.. falling back on my heels, your ass gripped savagely, firm flesh squeezed up in rough hands until your toes are scraping marble and your palms are squeaking wet on tile, head thrown back, the raspy stubble of my goatee circling an abrasive rhythm on your clit as my mouth ravages the lush, molten plunder of your sex, your arousal melting on my tongue, glossing starved lips that suck greedily on your folds, my tongue a wet muscular spear thrust with fast, penetrating flicks through the tight-clenched rings guarding the threshold of your core, tapping the well of slick honey that slips down my throat, then flat and raspy, laving long, tantalising strokes that run the entire length of your cleft, jaw locked hard against the downward grind of your pelvis, bony resistance to work the aching, gyrating need that tenses your thighs to trembling muscle, fangs grazing delicate skin with every sucking drag through your flesh, hands clenched hard on your ass, a merciless, relentless, devouring assault, every breath growled rough to aroused flesh} Ahhh...fuck...Tory...
oh fuck..fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..*unintelligible murmurs, nails clawing for purchase on wet marble, you own my body, playing me like a well tuned instrument with sucking drags that trap sensitive folds in the heat of your mouth, nipping a threat of fangs that provokes wild shivers of ecstasy and cranks the riding rock of my hips to a fever pitch, infected with lust as I grind to your jaw, working my clit to the abrasive stubble of your goatee, that tiny bud tormented with agonising sensitivity and overwhelming pleasure jerking my spine to an arc of desire, kicking up the pace, racing fire through the fast pulsing circuit of my blood and jolting sexual electric shocks to clench contractions around the thrust and retreat of your tongue...fuck...you master my body with alternate strokes...backing off when I demand more, attacking me with long, rough fluttering laps, piercing the well of my desire until I'm begging for mercy and my knees buckle...a constant ravaging merciless carnal pleasure drawn out until I'm near delirious from ecstasy, the first quakes of my climax rolling on and on in a continuous lightning explosion of orgasmic tremors, merging, overlapping, working me to peak after shuddering peak with the devilish expertise of your mouth, tongue, fangs...nicks of pain prolonging bliss, short circuiting sentience until I am a floating entity of incandescent love* holy...V...
Fuck YES!! {snarling, biting, grinding, rasping, tongue-fucking your whimper-abused, quivering, orgasmic flesh, a hand released to pop the button and ride the zipper down the heavy ridge of my cock, surging to my feet in a fluid move, gloved  palm planted over the back of your right hand in a claw of barely leashed passion, free hand spanning your belly, literally holding you up as your body spasms through multiple releases, fangs clamping a hard lock on your pulsing vein, gritting out words laced with raw need} I'm going to come inside you now, Tory {angling the demanding head of my cock to your suck-raw throbbing entrance, pushing through the vised resistance of your core in a brutal thrust that flattens your ass against my abs and fuck...so damned aroused, the fever of lust flushing my skin, pumping through the thickly veined shaft of my cock that it takes just those few, wickedly targeted, cry-inducing tight strokes before my hips are bucking reflexively in the throes of blindingly exquisite release, thrusting the molten brand of my love and possession to the tender depths of  your core on a warrior cry} FUCK!!!
*cries rent the air in a symphony of soul soaring ecstasy, but there's no mistaking the rasp of a zipper, the low growled promise in my ear threatening destructive euphoria...thrilling me as our bodies join in an impact of souls and flesh...yes...more, my body collapsed in your arms, relying on your strength to keep me upright, and yet I wind, I undulate, urging on the rough penetration lancing you into the heart of me...cant get enough...more...raw, tender flesh shaping your shaft in the slick fist of greedy need, devouring inches, milking the pumping thrusts driving you to the edge as my fingers grasp around yours, anchoring us both as you fall in a tackling climax of surging fire, curves twisting in sensuous dances of fluid muscle, a being of carnal ecstasy locked to her mate with the vising caresses of euphoric bliss and soul completing love* fuck, Vishous...damn...*fuck that scent makes my head spin, brings the world together and shatters it...realigning skewed facets of my soul...peace in the plume of blooming spices, possessive stroking across sex flushed skin, encasing me in the shroud of our union and erasing any trace of HIM with the beauty of our bonding*
Tory, you have no idea how much I fucking love you {spine curled around yours, hips spasming, drilling your shower-soaked curves into the bathroom tile, goateed jaw falling to your shoulder on a growl of pure male satisfaction, fangs grazing your skin, gloved fingers laced with yours in a hard, climactic grip, musky spices usurping the clean fragrance of your  soap, annihilating any lingering trace of HIM, rising up in the steamy tendrils that wrap our bodies in wet heat, infusing every inch of your skin, every strand of your hair with possessive, vicious love and unbreakable bond} MINE!!
I fucking love you....all yours, only yours...for every forever beyond infinity...*no scent on me but yours, branding possession in every molecule, your name written into every atom of my being, your aroma infused into the cells of my body, a fragranced stamp of ownership I dont mind in the least...a testament to your love, to this soul connection that keeps my heart beating and my lungs working, welded to every hard muscled plane of your body in a languid purr of ultimate satisfaction...until you move, and my hand slips in the grip of yours, sliding over marble tiles in a pinning glide of heart-racing frantic momentary panic...fuck...a brief shadow of hanging, dangling memories and I'm strung taut, panting fighting to shut down the image as it flickers...and fades with the banding strength of your embrace...fuck...head dropping back to your shoulder in a cascade of damp curls that lash my ass, the backs of my thighs in a silk stroke, lids low, disguising the lingering shadows with drowsy sex-blissed emeralds* mmm...now I smell like you again..*bringing our joined hands to my lips, breathless kisses placed reverently to your knuckles*
{Fuck! Your body stills in my arms, relaxed, shuddering curves suddenly tense against my chest, your heart hammering at the vein in your throat and it feels like the air just got sucked from the room...replaced by an arctic chill, low brows  darkening diamond eyes, biting back a growl when I see it...that image of HIM projected from your brain...looming large...MOTHERFUCKER!! he was at your back, just as I am now...his hands on you...touching, groping you...rage building inside me like a scream for vengeance...I could kill the fucker, tear him apart with my own teeth, we could scrub him from our skin, burn him from our clothes, replace his reeking stench with the essence of bonding, but clearly it was going to take something more...extreme...to exorcise the dark memories of HIM from your consciousness forever..................}

Tale Spin

{I am on my fucking knees, Tory in my arms...ten pints of blood in a living body...just ten measly-assed pints, and Tory looks to have lost at least half of them to the crimson stain spreading a glossy pool across the filthy concrete floor of this hell hole, Tory's skin taking on the waxy pallor of shock, pulse thready under my fingertips, Rhage's trench slung over sagging shoulders... Fuck..so caught up in the red haze of vengeance, I failed to even notice her bleeding out in front of me, that cock-sucking piece of shit must have sunk the blade in Tory's femoral artery right before she gelded the sick MOFO...talk about snatching defeat from the claws of victory, vital minutes lost, Tory is death warmed over in my arms, lids low, breath ragged with air-hunger, the make-shift leather tourniquet failing to stem her rapid exsanguination, panic pounding hard between my ears, fangs unsheathing to brutally score my wrist, a bloody vein pressed to Tory's pale lips, fisting my gloved palm, willing my blood to keep her heart pumping, desperation cracking my voice} Drink Tory...please...fucking drink
*fuck, I'm weak...any adrenaline, any strength marking me in a crimson stain of my own blood, aware through blurry eyes of V...vision winking until he's a shadow trying to stave of the chill creeping through my bones to freeze my lower body and run agony up one side...fuck...what happened? I hadnt felt anything, couldnt feel anything now but that ice turning my blood to slush in my veins, a sluggish pump in my chest the only sign that there is any movement possible as I struggle to draw breath through tight lungs, intermittently blind to everything, simply blinking out of existent without a thought and then logging back in, nauseating, dizzying, to be there....and then nowhere. The hot rush of salty spice warms lips frozen by the touch of the Fade, all my energy refocused in a second that draws to minutes as I fight to latch onto the thick wrist pressing life-giving blood to my mouth...V...ordering my body to obey...to feed, to taste, to take...but my laps are less than a day-old kittens, barely locking around the ragged wounds as I try...for V, I try...conscious or not, my body knows his, and it fights for the flow of life even as I slip into darkness*
{frantic diamond eyes lifted to Tohrment, who is...wow, fuck, Laea is latched onto the Brother's wrist, suckling like a baby, her red hair a flame cascade in his lap...and Tohr looks like a lost soul...fuck only knows how I look...fraught, pleading, voice shaken with terror} Fuck, my Brother, I'm losing her, we need to evac...right fucking now, Tory won't make it without surgery {Tohrment shakes his head real slow} Z called in V...he's struggling to make it to Havers' clinic with the first round of casualties, downtown Caldwell traffic is bumper to fucking bumper...it's the big game tonight... {Fuck!! motherfucking Havers wouldn't set his fancy Ferragamo loafers anywhere near this abandoned, seedy end of town, his clinic designed to serve the wealthy, well-heeled, Glymera...all of whom live on the other side of Caldwell, true...and no way in hell I can repair an arterial bleed here in the field...Oh God...feeling my options contract down with claustrophobic pressure to only one viable possibility...last place in the fucking world I would choose to go, but desperate times call for desperate measures, true...St. Francis...the fucking human hospital on the outskirts of Caldwell...rising from my knees with Tory in my arms, beating feet with a grim determination, busting out into the rain-slicked back alley where...YES...thank the fucking Virgin Scribe, the gimp has parked his bright red penis extension Ducati of a ride...........}
*moving, maybe it's the world spinning but there's a steady beat rocking under me, clasped against a radiator, V heating my chilled skin with his life...and thats the only thing keeping my lids open, roused from a black oblivion by the purity of his blood, his power charging the dying batteries in my body...and that is the only reason that my arms stay locked around his waist, seated, secured, the small dose of strength waning quickly, devoured by my cells as they fight to repair something that requires more...a familiar rumble, a coughing choke of engine starting up...fuck, body, you better work or we'll be making like roadkill...just hold on...thoughts erratic, I'm flying and not just with the speed shooting the bike forward, my body anchored to V's back by the sheer force of a barely conscious will, clutching weakly to blood slick leather, covered in scents that arent my male's, as the wind whips my hair and passing lights shine bright enough to be the hell of the Fade descending on me, moving further into the city, and veering fuck knows where until human scents accost dim senses and the clinical glow of a large building shrinks my stomach to a churn of queasy fear...grabbing limply at V's shirt, trembling fingers claw for attention, voice thready, a ragged breath of protest as the darkness rises over the strength of the blood in a short lived wave of pitch black, shutting me down until pain is nothing and fear is lost to the night in my mind*
Stay tight, Tory, stay with me...we're here, I'm going to get you what you need true {We have torn up the back streets of Caldwell with slingshot speed and the looming, night-lit entrance to the T. Wibble Jones Emergency Department of St. Francis Medical Center doesn't know what's fucking hit it. A mammoth goatee'd and tattooed Caucasian man-mountain, a bloody set of leathers and a semi-conscious, blood-soaked Tory in my arms, not to mention the arsenal of concealed weapons on my person that set the metal detectors screaming and flashing like demented Christmas trees...clearly, St.Francis is accustomed to dealing with the shadier clientelle of Caldwell's underbelly...the welcoming committee, the uniformed security guard up front, reaches for his firearm...meeting the human's eyes with a penetrating, inhuman, diamond stare and he eases back into his chair to focus on the bank of security monitors with an expression of blank confusion, rubbing at his temples like he's suddenly developed a real peach of a skull-splitter...which he no doubt has, true. Shitkickers staggering through the second set of automatic doors, smearing a trail of bloody footprints on the polished corridor, making for the hub of monitors and nurses at the centre of the main treatment bay ahead, Tory in my arms, her boots swaying limply but...shit...the bilingual English/Spanish signs pull in and out of focus, my legs suddenly filled with lead, like I'm pushing through quicksand...ahh shit...too late I realise the antidote to the opiates the Brothers shot into me has worn off...falling to my knees with Tory, gloved hand grappling vainly for the syringe Phury tucked into the pocket of my leathers earlier...but my thought processes are already shutting down, like the last person to leave the building throwing sequential switches until I am unplugged, plunged into utter darkness, my last thought that I have failed Tory...hitting the deck with a dull thud.....}
*from spinning world, to falling world, even the blackness of my unconscious state tilts, knocked into awareness as V takes us to the floor and not in a good way...strange hands gripping my shoulders, my feet, female hands, the sharp bite of disinfectant swirling with the mingled thread of low toned voices, rushed words too much for my muddled brain to comprehend, hauled up, too many touches everywhere, my neck, my wrists, and leaden arms disobey the frantic command to defend, managing a pathetic arm tumble off the side of the ...gurney? Whatever I'm on it moves...moves me away from the hefty gang of humans in scrubs struggling to get V onto a similar piece of apparatus...no...no...please...limp hands bat at the fingers playing in the crook of my elbow, lips mewl out words that should sound stronger, but all my strength is directed at staying conscious now...no longer with my male, no longer safe, my heart races, my head fuzzes, vision blinking stars into darkness until fluorescent lights blind again...so many voices, none of them listening to the screams in my soul, strained towards V as nurses buzz like flies, a dizzying cacophony of accusations*<<damn gang wars always leave the prettiest victims...wonder if she's his whore...Pimps dont usually care for their bitches...she looks strung out...just one day, I ask for one day where someone doesnt come in dying...>>*fuck...humans know nothing, they see and assume and they're asses or something about a donkey and me...thoughts buzz out again, leaving me in perfect oblivion, but not before a slight slip of a human, far too young to be assisting, reaches to remove the black hide concealing the nuclear destruction wielded in my hellren's hand, my 'NO!' a second too late and far too weak to be of any use as she shocks out and I give in to the pulling black creeping across my vision with the flash of sunlight charging the nurse into the wall...a lingering thought, grateful someone heard my growled 'he comes with me' and letting myself go completely, safer in the knowledge that my cubicle was shared...V wasnt too far...only sharing my darkness* 
{Shit..the jolt of electricity coursing though my body jerks me back to momentary consciousness, bolting up off the gurney, flat to ninety degrees in a heartbeat...ahh fuck... leather glove half off, the warning ink backlit by the ethereal glow of my cursed hand and a petite human female in nurses' scrubs is sprawled and twitching on the floor like she just grabbed hold of a high-voltage livewire, staff milling around in a panic, they wheel out crash carts, lifting the female onto a gurney to haul ass into the next cubicle...I take advantage of the chaos, the syringe of antidote slipped from my pocket...no time to waste with sleeves or tourniquets, I need my wits if Tory and I are to get out of this sitch alive and not expose the vampire race...popping the cap off with my teeth, plunging the hypodermic straight into my jugular, but just as I depress the syringe a female walks into the cubicle only to stop dead in her tracks...and for a split second everything just...freezes...as we stare at each other...this female...something...rimless glasses, no make-up, square face, blunt cut blonde hair, intelligent eyes that match green scrubs, a styrofoam cup of...hot chocolate? gripped in one unmanicured hand...diamond gaze focussing in on the name badge pinned to her white coat 'Jane Whitcomb MD Chief of Trauma Division'...Fuck...a chill shivers down my spine like someone just walked over my grave...the strangest feeling of déjà vu, like I'd taken a wrong turn on a familiar journey, turned left instead of right and fallen down a rabbit hole into some parallel universe...} What. The. Fuck......
{No damn clue how long I sat staring at the disconcertingly familiar blonde chief of trauma, and my mind offers up no logical explanation for the freakish sensation that I had somehow side-stepped reality into another, surreal dimension. A side-effect of the drugs in my veins perhaps?...PTSD?.. but Dr Whitcomb's lips are moving before my brain actually registers that the female has started to speak and the tone of her voice is fifty shades of pissed <<...how DARE you use drugs in my ER...you think this is some junkie shooting gallery free-for all?> {levelling the doctor with a hard diamond, inked stare, not a flinch, not a sound as gloved fingers jerk the offending hypodermic syringe from my jugular, mentally pushing at the edges of this Dr Whitcomb's psyche, searching out chinks of suggestibility...but damn the doctor's mind is strong, plus I need this human's surgical talents, no fucking way I'm letting her work on Tory with brain-fry, so I allow the tirade to continue..for now} <<I take it you brought this woman here..are you even family?>> {a low growl slipping out from between lips closed tight to conceal unsheathed fangs} Tory is MINE!! {the doctor's lids peel wide behind those rimless glasses, indignant, incredulous, blonde cap of hair shaking side to side} <<'Yours'?? Good Lord, what the hell are you? A pimp? A human trafficker? Did YOU do this to her? {two sets of eyes turn to Tory on the adjacent gurney, wearing nothing but a slashed up, filthy tee and combat boots, a ghostly pallor highlighting the mercurial latticework of scars and black ink that curl over Tory's skin, drips and wires hanging out of her, blood seeping through the pressure bandage on Tory's upper thigh like a guilty stain that raises my hackles with a base, feral wrath for the fucker that did this to her, growling out words} Fuck no! A bonded male will kill  to protect his mate, true {a bloom of dark spices saturating the clinical space, eyes narrowed to diamond slits and the doctor's blonde eyebrows disappear into her hairline} <<You know what, bro.. I REALLY don't have time for this bullshit, gangbanger, macho posturing. I have duty of care to my patient, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let her bleed out on my emergency room floor while you channel your inner Neanderthal.. I'm calling security to have your ass removed from the premises..stat>>........
*Darkness shimmers through the echoes of a pain dulled mind, voices slowly drifting through the inky gloom behind my eyelids to penetrate through the latest bout of unconsciousness and rouse me to a new presence...one that raises hackles and sets me internally spitting as I crank lids to gaze blearily through emeralds....immediate, uncontrollably dislike...and thats only in part due to the fact that V is looking at the human female doctor with a weird ass look on his face that says I've missed a portion of this conversation...and she's angry...it bleeds from pores scented with a bite of fear...her fight overriding flight as threats of measly human security ride into the air on a wave of determination, her blurred face set hard...fuck...I'm so damn cold and V is way over there and I'm panicking...locked to the gurney with wires that are chains to my weakening form, I'm freaking out silently in my body cage, this wound debilitating...draining strength that drips around the tight something pressing on the artery...I am nothing again, ceasing to exist in a blink that flashes me back into a room filled with a rage screaming human wrapped up in Rhage...or rather he's wrapped around her flailing, kicking attempts at freedom, nailing his upper thigh with a flat heel, fear-laced anger fueling her attempts to...get to me? Her raging 'Fuck you's' are interspersed in a rant demanding transfusions, her worried eyes skipping over the probably horrific state of my body...not the worse I've ever looked, I'm sure, but I'm not winning any beauty pageants with Torture Chic*<<If you want the woman to bleed out, just keep me right here. *another kick, an elbow, exertion flushing cheeks mottled in anger* Otherwise, she needs blood, NOW or you'll have a dead woman on your hands and you cant sell the dead>>*probably not the best time to bring up the fact that, yes you could but she got the reaction she wanted...my fingers flexing out towards V, fighting off the next wave of darkness with a whimper*
Nice of you to show, Hollywood. Appreciate it, true {Cracking a fanged grin, bloody shitkickers thrown over the side of the gurney to get right up in the human doctor's grille} Listen up Doc...you and I are fighting in the same corner, we are all here for Tory, feel me? {hypnotic diamond eyes fixed on the forest green suspicion glaring out from behind those rimless glasses...damn, if looks could kill Dr. Whitcomb would be listed under 'frankly homicidal' right about now...defiance warring with the very tangible scent of fear} You cooperate, I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you. You have my word, true {the blonde physician struggles again in Rhage's iron grip, flinching as I smooth a gloved thumb back and forth over her jugular, the hypnotic stroking bringing the doctor down, first by inches, then by yards, until her heartbeat is a steady, rhythmic metronome under my fingertips and her lips part on a deep exhale, my voice a low, commanding drawl} Good...that's much...better...now that I have your attention... your path lab won't be able to type these samples...{snagging the vials of Tory's blood and pocketing them in my leathers} and your little baggies of O negative just aren't gonna cut it here...we are wasting precious time...trust me when I say, there is nothing I won't do to ensure Tory's safety and when this is over, I promise you, you won't remember a damn thing about this night... if she needs blood, then I've got the grade A premium crude right...here...on tap {confusion on the doctor's face turning to shock as my lips peel back to run my tongue down ivory bladed fangs} I need YOU to take care of that spouting artery...I've got the blood transfusion covered {locked onto the doctor's terrified eyes, fangs slicing down brutally into my wrist, crimson blood dripping down my forearm as I back up towards Tory, to press my thick wrist against her deathly pale lips, the knuckles of my free hand stroking down her cold cheek, forcing a weak smile as Tory's lids crack open to reveal jeweled emerald eyes} Feed nalla...I need you to take from me...
*Oh sweet fuck, yes...for the second time V's blood raises the shallow heartbeat in my chest to a gallop of hunger, quickens breath that had all but been wheezing through exhausted lungs and the blackness that had preceded the potent offering of his life lightens with eyes coaxed to open by the tender brush of knuckles to my cheek, so hot against my skin...the mere scent was enough to incite a reaction, no weak laps this time, when the blood stains my lips crimson, trembling hands wrap to drag V's wrist closer entire body clutching at the radiator of my male, sealing to the ragged tear with increasingly strong pulls that fuse me to that life giving source and drop moans resonating with hunger to the bloody well of a crimson elixir...fuck...yes...power invigorates cells that had all but given up hope of feeling strength again...lids flickering, lost to the flooding rush of nourishing essence, until a breath, a gasp flips lids open to meet an openmouthed stare flowing shock from behind rimless glasses...and emeralds narrow, elongated fangs punching into the wrist feeding me in a savage brand that can scream only one thing in the face of such blatant curiosity...MINE...with my mind coming back online with every pull, so too do my instincts, the part of myself that growls possessively over Vishous awake, and prowling in its cage...marking, I fall into the rhythmic brand of my fangs puncturing my males vein, a rough suctioning tempo nursing me back to semi-strength...fingers clawing, body shuffling closer, inch by inch closed with a painful slowness that crawls me half into V's lap...and the doctors eyes never move from the latched, feeding draws...good...watch...know he's mine...mmm...fuck...*
{Fuck..a low purred growl escapes my chest, lids dropping closed as Tory latches her mouth around the thick girth of my wrist, the stab and lock of fangs an indesputable, delicious agony, Tory's lips wrapping around my vein in a greedy, sucking wet seal, every harsh drawn pull on my blood felt as a throb in my cock where it strains the confines of my leathers...thighs spreading instinctively to accommodate the aching bulge. The link between feeding and sex an undeniable, visceral arousal, oblivious to the clinical, fluorescent glare of this human hospital...eyes flipping open as I feel the weight of another's intent stare, watching the intimate exchange between Tory and me, diamond irises glowing bright as stars as I meet Dr Whitcomb's low-lidded gaze..and she looks as though somebody just cranked up the thermostat in the room, her hand reaching up to touch the flush of bare skin at the V-neck of her scrubs, her throat moving in a ragged swallow as she senses the erotic charge humming in the air, clearing my throat roughly, voice low and graveled} time for you to get with the program, doctor.....
*fuck, I'm caught up, fire evaporating the chill under my skin, racing across curves fused to V, eyes laughing at the obvious discomfort causing the doctor to fuss and fidget, the air charged, a natural state when V and I touch, an undeniable, unstoppable arousal that flares when I take from him, when he takes from me...and it stops her for all of a minute before her training kicks in, her brain turns back to reason and she is all brisk professionalism, inspecting the monitors, easing blood-soaked fabric from the torn flesh exposing down to bone, sharp eyes taking in the ink lining my inner thigh, moving higher, ragged strips pushed gently from crimson stained skin, low murmurs assessing how much blood is mine...but she'll find nothing, the whipping rakes webbing my back with pain healing with every draw on V's wrist...firm touches winding the path of my scars, judging the age, the level of abuse caught as respect in clinical eyes...and my skin crawls, a bug under a microscope as she maps ink with a probing gaze, trying to fit pieces that dont necessarily go hand in hand...focussed in on feeding through the panic settled as an itch on bloody skin, I barely hear her suggest an anaesthetic...surgery...I'll need surgery for the torn artery...but it burrows in, the implications of being put out a giant shiver in my body, riding a spine that snaps taut and rips fangs from well punctured wrist* NO! I dont go under...*head shaking frantically....please fuck dont put me to sleep...* I can bear it...whatever you have to do...I cant...I wont leave V...
{Props to the human chief of trauma, true. Considering she just found herself flung into the middle of some Goth nightmare, she snaps into action, getting in the game with laser focus, swabbing the wound, the betadine giving Tory's porcelain skin an orange glow, like a bad fake tan and fuck but the doctor's hands are impressive, the stainless steel grips rock steady as she weaves the curved needle through the layers of Tory's anatomy, forming neat little rows of stitches..total elapsed time...under five minutes and just like that, the artery is closed, the bleeding stemmed and Tory's blood pressure and heartrate start to stabilise on the beeping black and green monitors above her head. Dr Whitcomb doesn't look up from the surgical field until the last suture is in place and the wound is dressed to perfection standards} <<I want to transfer her to the SICU for monitoring>> {slowly shaking my head} Sorry doc, but that's not how this is going down, true {she opens her mouth in automatic protest but the words are cut off by the penetrating intensity of dark rimmed diamond eyes} Our...kind..{the word 'VAMPIRE' bouncing around in the human doctor's skull like a neon sign} we don't do well with the big fireball in the sky, feel me? I give you my word your patient will be well cared for and you won't remember a thing about tonight...my Brother here {indicating Rhage in all his teal-eyed, sex God glory with a jerk of my head} is going to take care of that
*My body was being pieced back together but my head was in the shower, washing away filth and blood and the scent of others in a furious mental distraction for the pain niggling below my waist, the torn wound dragged high up, nipping agony with each stitch secured...but better this than the helpless oblivion of an anaesthetic coma...propping up on my elbows, the last suture is wound through my flesh and I'm eyeing the neat little rows with half a brain fuzzed off adrenaline, endorphins buzzing me out as V's voice rumbles at my back, Rhage's grin widening as he steps up to the plate...poor doc...she's going to have one hell of a headache in a few minutes, I can only hope she has someone to help ease it...and then it's done, Rhage's eyes catching her defiance and slowly melting it away to confusion as he rifles through her head for the memories that would expose us all, wiping her blackboard clean of all the notes she'd obviously compiled, letter by letter erased, until not a speck of dust announces our existence in the strong filing cabinet of her mind, not a register of our presence detected as Rhage turns her confused, brow furrowed form towards the door and I'm bundled into the strong arms of my hellren, neither of us trusting my leg not to buckle, silently slipping warrior mass through the door as she turns the corner in a haze of aching, fingers rubbing strained eyes, her body colliding with a tall, human male before I'm carried from view and her confused voice sounds out in a thread*<<Manny...yes, a headache, I'm fine...about that dinner. I could use some time out I think>>*And then I am wrapped up in leather, carted through sterile halls to meet the Hummer we hope Qhuinn remembered to leave...home...lets go home*