Break Point

Fuck.. {Instinct kicks in, massive arms tackling Tory from behind, dragging you, kicking and flailing, off Caith, and the female peels off the wall like a trembling leaf, like Tory's body slam was the only thing still holding her upright. Xhex's head whips around, gunmetal gray eyes trained on mine like laser sights} <<you need to get your psychotic female on a leash, Vishous>> {her words are gasoline, spat on the fire of my anger, eyes flashing violent white, fangs bared, hissing out words, fury turning every syllable to a verbal blade} I'm about on my last fucking nerve here, female, with you and your mind-fucking symphath boss...so unless you're ready to start world war fucking three right here in your club.. backing off would be a real good plan right now, true {fuck...my anger is Kindergarten grade compared with the snarls ripping from Tory, pure animal as she struggles in my hold like a shark on a short hook. Xhex squares off those broad-muscled shoulders, adjusting her leathers, with a look that's the ocular equivalent of a 'fuck-you'<<get your bitch out of my club, Vishous, before I change my mind>> {her eyes flash momentarily red, like a trick of the club's pulsating colored lights and she mutters darkly} <<Fucking bonded males.. get Ty out back.. NOW>>
*fury snaps at the arms banding me in a muscled restraint, hauled from my prey, feet grazing the ground and unbalancing the threat of my weight. My elbows crack back into solid abs, instinct lashing out with feral force, my entire being straining in steel arms to get free and the rage rides the air around me like I'm channeling the fucking arctic storms, soul chilled as raw anger powers my struggle...have to get free, have to get out, my threat wasnt clear enough...my mind is a black tangle, broken, tiger loud snarls rip in a flashing of razor fangs, distorting the conversation growling around me, setting the heavy pound of the music to drum the beat of wrath into my heart...there's something...deep in the dark wild recesses of my animalistic mind, that knows that voice, that has known the comfort of that growl but familiarity is beaten down by my past, another voice warping my shadow nightmares and turning the secure lock of V's arms into a threat to my life...why else would you constrain my anger? She's nothing to you...and yet you stopped me...trapped, battling viciously for my freedom, I am half aware that my thoughts make no sense, that past and present is merging in a deadly combination, and this helplessness...is not aiding me, the fury mounting, wilder and wilder, a hurricane in the distance closing in to tear me and anyone else apart. Onyx flames blaze a passion of hatred from my eyes, watching Caith scuttle away, voices everywhere...decreeing my fate...my foot connects with a kneecap, body drawn up, bowing in his hold and my entire weight fuels my defense..my fate is my own*
Fuck! {Pain erupts through my knee, momentarily thrown off balance as I haul Tory threshing and flailing toward the emergency exit...distracted in the midst of the chaos by a movement in my peripheral vision..released from Tory's death grip, Caith has stumbled away and is being held by a male...struggling in his grip as he drags her from the scene...our eyes meet across the room and over the relentless pound of the techno beat her terrified mental scream reverberates in my head <<HELP ME!!>> FUCK!!.. my mouth opens to call out to Caith.. my words are silenced as a whip of Tory's black hair flays across my face and the world explodes into red}
*I want out!! I want away...and I've had enough...throngs of people part as I'm half dragged, half carried towards the emergency exit, a flailing, brawling hiss of enraged female, head arched back, fangs snapping at stubbled jugular, that scent firing up instincts that threaten to disarm my fury and turn snarls to purrs..so familiar, my soul knows it, my mind fights to get with the programme but anger has a stronghold on my memories, the cage they dwell in unlocked by irrational temper and loosing them upon my body...uncontrolled, my bid for freedom jacks my head forward, snarl rumbling...and slamming back to nail V in the face with the strength of the storm raging through me, a satisfying crunch drawing a purr from the wicked elongated fangs dimpling my lip, pain flaring as my skull connects a solid direct hit that loosens his hold and sets my battle up a notch, limbs making hard contact with your body*
MOTHERFUCKER!! {Tory's skull slams back into my face, agony blooming like a bright red bouquet with the snap of nasal bones, the universe contracting into excruciating, crimson pain, blood spurting from my nose like a faucet, that familiar coppery spice flooding my mouth, my grip tightening instinctively on Tory, her legs thrashing wildly, torquing in the iron grip of my arms, blindly tackling her out the back door of Zerosum, a tangle of bodies spilling out into the dank darkness of the alley. Spinning Tory away from me, like some macabre dance routine ...I need a fucking moment, hands braced on my knees, breath sawing through the agony of my busted nose, spitting crimson to the dirty concrete, wiping blood on the back of my gloved hand, a litany of curses rolling under my breath, tamping down that primal retaliation instinct, the words bitten out through clenched molars} WHAT THE FUCK TORY??!! What the fuck...
*I call them blackouts, when rage is all you know and the fight is all you can feel, and your blood is acid in your veins, war an infection spreading through your muscles and provoking the sadistic homicidal tendencies normal people repress...my first blackout was when I lost my daughter, when Draven's torture was more than my body could stand and I dont even remember freeing myself from the shackles, just flashes of blood, and screams and the tearing of limbs from sockets, a cold mask, a machine dedicated to killing...I used to have them a lot, anything could set them off until I met V...and now I'm caught in it again, because of her...because I cant bear the thought of someone else touching Vishous like that...nostrils flaring, scenting blood, and my eyes narrow...blood means injury...and I like injury...know your opponents weaknesses...brute strength is a bonus but I'm fast, I'm brutal. I want to hurt you, instinct demands I fight, that I never expose my weakness again...never let anyone take me down....and V's curses flood his pain in to the alley, baiting the beast that lurks, ready to pounce and rip injury into fatality. Obsidian eyes glittering dark as midnight, stars hidden behind the clouds of an insane fury, coiled low, tensed, poised on the balls of my feet, viciously predatorial, waiting for the moment to strike...no words, not capable, anger restricts sense to mere growling threats, but that name strokes the animal in me, cursed as it is, and I settle back, shoulders rolling, tongue licking down lethal blades, assessing Vishous with a snarling* warrior....
{Registering Tory's snarl, my head cranks up slowly to come level with her eyes..and fuck!!.. the breath ices up in my lungs..it's like staring into the soulless, unfathomable pits of Dhunhd...cold reflective obsidian throwing back nothing but a disfigured, demonic distortion of my own face...I barely recognize her...seething, lips peeled back off dagger fangs, a cornered animal poised to strike...an icy chill raising the hairs on my nape as the air surrounding Tory turns glacial...there will be no reasoning with her, whatever evil had possessed my shellan, she was lost to me in this alley, lashing out the only recourse for the hatred surging through her... and it breaks my fucking heart to see her like this, but better it be me than innocent females...diamond eyes over-bright, meeting the frozen emptiness of hers...a murmured 'I love you' in the Old Language lost to Tory's snarling, spitting more blood to the dirt, beckoning with gloved fingers} Bring it... let it out..let your anger go..
*the ancient tongue seeps through the snarl of fucked up memories, bringing Vishous into perfect clarity...for a second..and then the provocation daring me to attack sends me into a blur of ferocious female, on V before his words have fully left his lips...my fists lash out, my elbows crack into ribs and my demons come out for some exercise, doing jumping jacks all over my memories, a tug of war with the past...images a riot...me, on my knees, floored from a blow after I dropped a crystal glass...and it's all I can see...how I used to be...my weakness, his abuse...but now, my body is a lithe powerhouse in dark velvet, death a seduction curling my lip in a smirk, nails raking skin viciously, fists a flurry aimed and landing blows, an uppercut to his jaw, a kick snapped to his chest, his knees, anything to get him on the floor, knuckles bruised, hands itching for my blades, but I cant get a break, wired to attack, frustration a feral coil winding tighter...spitting out* hit me...fucking hit me..*but he's blocking, no strikes, always defensive, keeping my blows from mashing vital organs, snapping a rib...why wont he hit me? It's not a fight otherwise, it's an assault and where my fists bust lip, crack the healing of his nose, gouge skin with my nails, Vishous pushes me away, dodges...eyes flashing the fierce shadows of hell, a blade slips through the strips of my dress, palmed in desperate frustration, needing the retaliation to justify the mental fuck up driving my body to attack, to pursue, to stalk and draw blood...it's nothing more than a flicker of mercury in the dark gloom of the alleyway, slicing deadly silver in a blur of motion to press to his throat as he reels to avoid hurting me, blade melting into stubbled skin, a snarl presiding triumph, pure victory, fangs bared at V* Bring it..
{Shitkickers planted wide..braced for the tempest of Tory's insanity, because the warrior in me knows if I go down, there won't be any getting back up from this fight...skull snapping back on my spine as Tory's fist slams into my jaw, teeth singing like a choir of fucking angels, the air knocked from my lungs as Tory's boot plants square in my solar plexus and I'm tasting bile and adrenaline and blood. Weaving on my feet as the flurry of her fists and limbs rain blows down on me in the blurring rabid assault. Reeling from the head shots, eyes flashing violent white, I force the anger deep into my gut, deflecting her attacks with defensive blocks..because I could no more hurt Tory than I could rip out my own soul.. and it might just come down to that...a rasp of metal on fabric, a glint of steel in the darkness and the point of Tory's dagger is at my throat...FUCK!! With lightning reflexes my gloved hand manacles her wrist and I'm ploughing into her with all the force of a fucking tank, slamming Tory up against the wall of the alley, pinning her with the full, hard length of my body, breath coming in ragged hard pants, stubbled throat arched into the press of Tory's blade, my pulse hammering out an adrenaline-fueled rhythm on the dagger point and my eyes turn glacial, leveling Tory with a demented stare, voice as hard as my eyes, a command edged with roughness, my grip on her wrist tightening, forcing the blade to break my own skin} What are you waiting for Tory?...DO IT..
*victory short lived as breath explodes from my lungs, spine slammed into the wall, driven into it with the full force of his body, bones aching, pain shivering through me...FUCK!! The look in V's eyes more than a threat...it's a dare that reaches into my soul and questions whose throat I have my blade digging into, whose blood is scenting the air right now? That name, always that name from his lips..it separates something inside me, and as I rage and snarl, fangs snapping and growling at his throat, body bucking and twisting, squirming under V's weight with a rabid clawing bid for freedom, the sharp tip of the dagger is pushed in deeper, scoring skin at his own hand, my wrist controlled in an iron vice...my tongue flicks over my lips, a hesitation could cost me my life, but this warrior...Vishous...is threatening his own...the internal war contorts my death-edged curves, knees slammed hard, aiming for a spot that would drop him to the floor and free me from this struggle, the black chaos in my head knowing only war, battle, death...a lethal mission that hungered for the breath to leave V's lungs as he surrenders to my fury...but still my resistance is strong, flexing, straining muscles lithe and bunched fighting his tug on my wrist. If Vishous is to die...it will be under MY power, not the vice of his hand. Leaning my weight, I slip the blade to blood*

Dont Leave Me Hanging

{prowling the Penthouse like a caged animal, shitkickers wearing a rut in the polished floor, pacing out the minutes 'til the sun sets, gloved hand fisting black hair as another sharp-shooter of a headache bores into my skull. Stabbing the blunt into the overflowing ashtray...fuck, I need to move, to think, straighten out the shit in my head.. and as the shutters roll up I'm already reaching for the keys to the Escalade...pausing mid-grasp, the key to Tory's Hayabusa catching my attention... fuck yes.. speed, the open road... just what I need to clear my head, closing the key into my palm, calling out to Tory, voice tight as I struggle to camo the high tension humming through me like a live wire} Taking a ride Tory, won't be gone long, true {not waiting for a response, can't fucking bear to look her in the eyes right now, leather jacket zipped to the throat, palming the glossy black helmet while I scroll through my cell to hook up the bluetooth to the built in sound system.. needing loud..very loud.. earsplitting beats to drown out the demons in my head. I make for the elevator, but change tack...too fucking slow...I need perpetual motion..hitting the stairs, shitkickers pounding, bounding down the steps, flight after curving flight blurred by the speed of my feet until I barrel out into the underground car port and there she is, Tory's Busa, sleek and black, beautiful in her samurai armour, lethal, untamed, dangerous, just like her owner. Mounting the bike, the helmet tugged down over feral diamond eyes, I open up the throttle and the beast growls to life between my thighs, all that horsepower and speed straining to be unleashed, tearing out onto the streets of Caldwell, the engine snarling, pushed to the limits, as if I could outrun the fucking devil himself....}
*narrowed emerald eyes gaze out over the twinkling lights of Caldwell, watching shadows flit through streets running busy with tiny cars, following the streaking line of the Busa as V opens her up, my baby a prowling beast growling through the city, owning it with fierce sleek black lines, ridden by a male with something on his mind...and I know not what, cannot help if he doesnt tell me, am left to wonder and fear that something has changed for him...and so my silent vigil keeps watch for the glimpse of his return, the hum of the city layered with the underground whisperings of darkness, crawling up the sides of the Commodore to pull my brow into a frown, senses cast out, seeking something beyond my perception...the vibrating buzz of my cell breaks thoughts into a shimmer of mental debris. The call button pressed, cell to my ear, voice a terse* What? *and the caller...my growls rent the air, a rottweiler encased in the barely civilised form of a female and tearing to get free...Caith...asking to talk to my male, her voice desperate, hushed over a heavy bass beat, cracked, she 'needed' V, yeah...like an addict denied her next fix* Listen to me, female. He's MINE...*her protests of innocence drowned out by the next snarled sentence* You dared to call me, asking for my male...that doesnt sound like an innocent request...*and then words were lost to growls and a hard stab of my finger cut off the call. Possession rides a fever in my blood, insides removed and pure fury poured in, filling me into the predatory curves of my own skin, sharpening my edges against the whetstone of my anger. Maybe it was just her, maybe it's the evil I can feel creeping, insidious through Caldwell, maybe I'm just as psychotic as people make me out to be, whatever the reason, death runs in my veins, the fight gripping me in the tension of my temper* Fucking female..*head shaking, the cell raised once again to my ear, waiting for the line to connect. Bingo! Jodi's voice on the other end, her response quick. Smart. Using the minutes it would take her to travel to change and prep the young for  their aunt, I am armed and encased in the dark green strips of a fighting dress, short, a second skin concealing lethal daggers, by the time she comes to watch them. And guilt eats at my rage as their tiny mouths smile up at me, and miniature hands bat at my face, tangling in my hair...but I have to do this, I cant leave the challenge unanswered. Extracting myself from their grabby hands and leaving Jodi with some semblance of a smile, dematting, armed to the teeth, dressed in the dark, sleek skin of seductive death, to Zerosum, to pin my adversary and remove the threat*
{The streets are a blur of kinetic energy as the Busa chews up the asphalt, engine roaring, wind whipping, heart drumming with the exhilarating high, the heavy rap beat pounding out a rhythm in my skull, drowning out the corrupt whispers of doubt, a blissful, temporary reprieve.. until the music cuts out abruptly, interrupted as a call diverts through to my cell..sonofafuckingbitch...killing the engine to a throbbing purr and pulling up at the side of the road to take the call, I wait for a voice without speaking...the low throbbing base of music and the background buzz suggest the caller is in some kind of club} <<Vishous? V, is that you? Please..>>{I have an instant bead on that voice, despite the trembling distortion of fear} Caith? << Vishous!!..thank the Virgin...I'm so sorry...I need your help. Please, I...{her voice lowers to a strangled whisper} I'm at Zerosum...can't talk...but I'm in trouble...I'm sorry...Tory hung upon me..I expected you to answer..I'm.. {a hissed string of curses breathes through the helmet speakers} fuck!! shit!!...>>{and then the call leaving me hanging with just a droning tone} Fuck! {the female was terrified...of what? of Tory?? Jesus Christ!!.. feeling like I've been slapped in the face with a palmful of cold mud, blood thinned to ice-water as I fire up the bike and tear off in the direction of Zerosum, a growling streak of fury ripping through the streets of downtown Caldwell...}
*my heels on glossy floor are the drumbeat of outrage, parting a crowd of pulsating, gyrating dancers with the violent energy coalescing into a single form...and instinct moves prey from the path of a predator, civilians gathering their females, shifting to the outer edges as humans mill about, confused, the heavy beat from the speakers vibrating my cells with raw emotion, something akin to the wildest of angers...and eyes darker than sin flash in my reflection, emerald bled out to obsidian, seeking one...No doubt the head of security is somewhere, her presence a pulse in the VIP bathrooms...and the Reverend isnt home...lips sneering snarls...there was nothing to stop me, the Moors otherwise occupied at the door...civilians powerless against me, humans mice scurrying from a deep-seated fear they dont understand...and her...Caith, back to me, arm held in the grip of a male I dismiss with a growled curl of my lip, flashing wicked daggers that scream death and leave her isolated...my forearm pins the nape of her neck, hips crushing hers to the wall, my entire body flattening her into the dark decor as we make like a wall painting...sexual to anyone else, maybe, but it's a threat, she cant move a muscle without my permission, cant twitch, or kick, even her air intake is controlled as I lean into her, free hand slipping a blade free from the strips of my dress, voice razor sharp and dark with fury spinning a melody of whispered threats to her ear* You made a mistake female, calling me, if you expected sympathy, you would have been better hitting up Xhex for your troubles...I have no rules, no limits, when it comes to my male...*a lie...Even with my fangs hovering in a strike over her jugular and my blade getting cosy teasing the skin just under her ribcage...it's not my nature generally, to kill females...anything else is fair game, I kill to protect them, not kill them...but she doesnt know that...and my whispered growls promise blood and pain, I could ruin her male chasing days forever, the blade nicking in to her skin, her fear the acrid scent of one who is dancing with Death and knows it, welling with the trickle of crimson spilling her life into the shark pool of my rage, baiting the snapping jaws of my wrath....civilians edge towards the doors at that scent, the smallest drop tripping the flight instinct and sending them fleeing. Her lips part on strangled sobs, tears smearing mascara into black lines down her face*<<Tory please...I..>> You what? Had a quiet night? None of the other Brothers wanted you? <<I need your help...I need V's help...>> You need to not say his name right now...*the blade digs deeper as my snarl rings out, a flesh wound, a mere scratch, but the thin skin breaks easy and she screams with all the air left in her squashed lungs as blood trickles faster, hot on my fingers. Hissing, eardrums protesting the screeching fear burrowing into my skull* If you bring anyone else into this, my blade is awful hungry and will bleed you a little more if you dont shut the FUCK UP!! *scream dragged to a whimper on a sharp, choking inhale, she quiets, but the presence at my back is an undeniable threat, menace in onyx eyes I twist slightly, forearm locked at Caith's neck, vicing her to the wall, to meet the cold gunmetal grey of Xhex's intense glare*<<Get off her, Ty..before I send you back to your hellren in pieces>>*smirking a wicked flash of ivory wrath* No...but you're welcome to try and...*arrogance borne of fury, perhaps, but I have no doubt it would be a pretty fair fight* Stop me...
{Brakes screeching, burning rubber as the bike stops on a dime outside Zerosum, the peanut gallery wait line gathered outside rubbernecking in unison as I dismount the Busa, slamming the helmet down on the seat, the temperature around me plummeting, pissed-off attitude rolling from me in arctic waves, barging a path through the drunk, surging crowd, an iced chill of dread trickling down my spine at what awaits me inside...shitkickers moving me through the club with all the grace of a fucking robot...this looks bad, true...real fucking bad.. a trail of dead females...all subs...all ex patrons of the Penthouse...leading right here to Zerosum and Caith...annnnnd...motherfucker!! Stopping dead...breath stalled in leaden lungs, the techno beat slurred in my ears to a slow-motion drawl like the world just ceased turning on its goddamned axis...the sum of all fears realized.. in the fucking flesh...Caith, pinned like a fucking entymology specimen to the wall, face contorted in a mask of abject terror.. and her assailant is...my voice is nothing more than a cracked whisper} Tory??

Suspicious minds

{Planted in front of the four toys in a haze of scented smoke, Tory's green dude perched on top of one monitor, hogging the heat radiating off the humming screen, gloved fingers drumming the desk, forehead dropped into my palm on a growled exhale. Gotta hand it to the sin eater, the symphaths and their shadows had been all over the missing females' tracks with a fine tooth comb.. addresses, bank accounts, family, johns, blood links and fuck it, but the Reverend nailed it.. it was like they just dropped off the grid... only logical explanation.. they were dead.. in all probability nothing more than scorch marks on a Caldwell pavement by now.. one bene of murdering vampires..disposal of evidence was a cinch, true {scrubbing a palm over my nape.. dark memories intruding on my thoughts, the faces of those females, their bound and gagged bodies laid out on my rack, defiled, veins punctured.. the same images that have haunted my mind these past twenty four hours.. because their sexual leanings were what linked them, these were hard-core subs, not your lightweight Lewis-and-Clark types, these females had been Penthouse regulars, like addicts... the only way they could find their satisfaction. Who did my subs go to now I had a mate? The instant I bonded with Tory they became invisible to me. Tory... shit.. diamond eyes lifted to the nursery door, where I can hear her singing to the young. I knew the purple-eyed Symphath had wormed into my brain, pulling up that image of her burning the book, the expression on her face when I'd tossed it at her and told her to choose a blood donor, Tory's words, the first time I put her through her paces in the Penthouse <<I now need to kill all your other subs for having experienced that>>...replaying, over and over in my head..SHE WAS FUCKING JOKING!!..wasn't she? She gets off on pain..FUCK YOU..I get off on pain, doesn't make me a fucking serial killer, true.. I'd felt those symphath feelers sifting through my thoughts, had seen the red glow in the Reverend's eyes..warned the MOFO to stay the fuck out of my head.. shit got real heated, up in each other's grille.. and the sonofabitch backed off, but not before he'd wormed in there.. nice and deep. Fuck, so she had a green-eyed monster... I could empathise.. bonded fucking male that I am.. That didn't make her a murderer, true? Sure, she's killed our kind before... but those males had it coming.. rapists, abusers.. the insidious whispers in my head keep coming back... She executed them, V...in cold blood..NO!.. She drained that civilian, robbed him, she laughed and left him for dead in that alley....SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!.. The green dude turns a shifty, chameleon, rolling eye down on me.. and I shoot back with a hard diamond glare..} NO!.. I don't believe she's capable of it and no, I refuse to read her fucking mind... because that would be a total betrayal of our trust...wouldn't it? {Goddamnit... burying my eyes in the heels of my hands on a growl...and now I'm talking to a fucking reptile.. Pain tearing like daggers through my eye-sockets every time I try to block the voices.. The sin eater suspected Tory, but the Reverend knew better than to throw that precious little accusation my way.. Not unless he wanted his ass handed to him on a skewer, deep fucking fried.. no, instead he dipped into my grid, took the information and fed it back to my subconscious, planting a seed to sprout the evil roots of doubt in my mind...the cocksucker knew that even if she was innocent, I would go fucking terminator..would stop at nothing to clear her name.. Yep, Rehvenge had done a real number in my head..he was manipulating me to expose the killer...a symphath mojo mindfuck of royal fucking proportions... }

Red Smoke

{Watching the bag of red smoke slide across the Reverend's desk on the dull point of the dagger letter-opener} <<pull up a pew, vampire>> {the purple eyed sin-eater was one shrewd sonofabitch, sat across from the bloated desk, the look in his eyes sharper than the five thousand dollar suit he filled with that big muscled frame} I'll stand.. <<suit yourself>> {a hand cruising over the 'hawk as I pocket the red smoke, peeling the Benjamins off the money clip and tossing the green down on the highly polished mahogany, inclining my head in a respectful nod} appreciate it, true {feeling those cold amethyst eyes lifted to my face, the Reverend's words 

spoken in a low baritone} <<had a couple of my working girls pull no-shows for their shifts at the club.. no trace.. no contact.. like they're just disappearing off the Caldwell grid.. we're talking no blood link.. as in 'dead' untraceable>> {ice-white eyes narrowing, feeling my shoulders lift in a shrug of leather} sounds like internal affairs, true? {indicating the androgynous head of security lurking in the shadows, Xhex, with a jerk of my goatee'd jaw} not exactly Brotherhood biz, feel me? {pressing a hand-rolled between my lips, flaming up with a metallic rasp, tendrils of aromatic Turkish smoke curling up into the tight atmosphere.. clearly the Reverend hasn't done talking.. again with the hand scrubbing over the 'hawk, the clenched fist and a barely audible growl the only tells that the sin eater is righteously fucked off with this sitch} <<we take care of our own, V..except.. Xhex thought these names might pique your curiosity?>> {and then he coolly drops the females' names into the conversation and they register familiarity in my brain like fucking hammerfalls..I know these females..have known them..intimately ..I can picture their names, inscribed in that little black book, alongside phone numbers and other, 'choice' details.. the same black book Tory ashed in a red haze of jealousy ..fuck.. she wouldn't?....no..whatever.. the coincidences are unsettling enough to command my full fucking attention} seems I'll be needing that seat after all, Reverend... {pulling up a chair, ass-planting in front of the desk, gloved hand raking black hair from haunted diamond eyes} I'm all fucking ears....

More than fun

*it's haunting, the feeling of evil sweeping under your feet, and you think you're safe, up high above the ground, overseeing all the shadows as they brush through Caldwell, the stench of baby powder nothing up here behind our glass walls, secreted away in the sultry atmosphere of our home...but the last few days have proven that the shadows can climb and all is not over, the reeking scent of ultimate darkness invading dreams, creeping insidious inky fingers closer to our safehold...we fought them off once, but the next time? Emerald eyes are drowsy, murky with worry as they clash with diamond, lips parting, but no sound able to convey the pit of dread opening up in my gut..so silence reigns and I seek solace in your gaze*
I love you.. don't ever doubt that, true {fisting your hair tighter, taking your mouth with bruising possession} that's all that matters
I love you...but you know that..it will never change..*moaning into your mouth, kissing me with brutal authority, blazing desire on my lips*
Well then...{whispering to your lips} there is nothing to fear...I will always be here for you and... we have fun together, true? {offering you a smile, running my hands down the dip of your spine, splaying over my name in your skin before sliding down to squeeze your ass, growling on your lips} MINE!!
all fucking yours, V...for fucking ever...*spine curving into the coasting glide of your hands, ass writhing back into the squeeze of your palms, soft purrs singing kisses to your lips, smiles, nuzzling my body the length of yours* I always have fun with you, nallum...always...*fingers raking lightly through your hair as I fist you closer, rough kisses bruising your stubbled lips*
{chuckling huskily} fun doesn't begin to describe what you make me feel, shellan mine {kneading your flesh in my palms, memories of my hand-prints on all that tender, blushed skin stirring dark lust inside of me, arousal hardening my body}
mmm..no..maybe not fun...too tame a word...and any other words pale in comparison to the true emotion...*the feline arch of my back rolling my ass against the massaging grip of your hands, leather and callused skin stroking over the soft curves, inciting desire, arousal molten on intimate folds, purrs* perfect...
Mmmm yes you are Tory... fucking perfect {biting kisses to your mouth, your lips caught up in the drag of fangs, a rock of my hips and the iron ridge of my arousal glides over the V between your thighs, your silky flesh melting around my shaft, the contrast of your nipples, hard nubs stroking delicious friction on my pecs, causes my cock to twitch in the embrace of your drenched folds} ummm Tory...
ahhh...fuck...V...*your shaft glides iron through my sensitive skin, passion flaring bright on the grinding retreat, arousal a heady bloom on the air, mine..yours...provoking my lust to run wild fire over my skin, to slow-sear my nerves to tiny points of sensitised desire, curves winding into your hands, sliding the thick shaft of your erection through the slippery honey of my need, wet silk embracing the glossed girth of your cock, the pebbled buds of my nipples rubbing over your chest* fuck...I need you inside me, V...but not this way....
{grunting, a hoarse primitive sound from the back of my throat, your ear bitten in razor fangs, a growl at your ear} what does my shellan need? Tell your hellren, Tory...
You...I need you...*hissing the words, pained purrs as your fangs clamp viciously on my ear, slipping off you and offering myself, bowed before you, knees sinking into the mattress, arousal an inferno jolting desire through my veins* please...take me...hard, fast...
you fucking have me Tory.. {a lusty laugh escaping my throat...my shellan truly is psychic.. I had been a heartbeat from flipping you onto your belly and fucking you raw...but fuck... like this... on all fours.. offering your body up for my brutal brand of worship, your hair flowing down the inked wave of your spine to brush your ass... head bowed in submission... lust is a depth charge in the core of my body, my arousal hard as a rock, thick as my wrist and hot as a fucking flame in my palm, fangs punching into my lower lip on a snarl as the feral beast breaks from it's chains, roaring for blood and hard, pounding release, planting a palm between your shoulder blades, pinning your down into the black silk... no prelude... no warning.. entering you roughly on a grunt of pleasure, gloved hand feeding my thick shaft into the clenched threshold of your sex, dripping honey down my throbbing head, stretching you to the point of pain, filling you so deep, punching so hard into that sensitive place inside you that a sob escapes your lips, but my assault is merciless, palms slid roughly around your ribs to crush your breasts, rasping over your peaked nipples, anchoring you in my hands for the slam of my hips against your ass, thick, drilling, vicious penetration, a hard, frenzied, slapping rhythm, pistoning the full power of my warrior frame into your body, sparing you nothing, fangs and growled breath an erotic threat at the back of your neck} you need me?...take me Tory...All.Fucking.Yours....
*...cant draw enough breath to scream...you're everywhere, in me, on me, your strength channelled into me with vicious, punishing thrusts, jolting my body through waves of black silk, my hands clawed out in front of me, seeking to ground myself as your hips slam fierce passion against my ass...fuck...I'd asked...and I fucking well got what I wanted...a savage, beyond control attack that punched into my sweet spot and ripped sobs from my throat, my body bows, arches, drilled with relentless desire and undulating back into the merciless powering penetrations that stretch my quaking inner walls to the limits, beautiful pain lacing the brutal lust that drives the carnal collision of our bodies...Holy...fuck..cheek mashed into the pillows, my hands unfurl from fabric to knead over yours, crushing my breasts in your palms, harsh friction teasing my nipples to taut beads of sensation, my only anchor to sanity and it's slipping, the pace a frenzy, a fever in my blood, erotic, ravaging my body with the power of yours, delicate frame surrendering willingly as muscle flexes, pistoning you ever deeper, pushing my body to the limits, breaking point synonymous with ecstasy as the climb to fulfillment tortures my arousal with the molten fire of my need...so fucking wet, melting around the thick, steely length of your cock, taking everything you have to give and ruthlessly demanding more, slick channel vicing a twist at will, locking down, releasing, tormenting you on every sheathing slam* fuck...MINE!! You're MINE!! *midnight silk strands falling to drown me in the scent of us, emerald eyes watching* And I am All. Fucking. Yours...
{the sounds falling from my lips are unintelligible, primal...and I can feel the pressure build inside of you as the pulsing waves of your core intensify, coiling a vice around my shaft, fangs pinning your nape on a growled} No!! You don't fucking come yet!!...{the savage carnal beast is nowhere near done with it's prey, muscles corded, beads of scented sweat rolling off my pecs, hips surging, powerful thighs splitting between yours, forcing you wider, pounding your swollen folds raw, tenderising your flesh, priming you for the ultimate surrender, my sac slapping your clit to the hammerbeat of my hips, my heart pumping an inferno of raging lust through my veins...the universe contracted down to just the two of us and the frenzied assault of my body filling yours, gloved hand snatched from beneath yours to fist your hair in an erotic rein, yanking your throat into a taut, pulsing target for the dagger stab of lethal fangs, puncturing deep into your flesh on a roar, locking into your vein, hips pumping mercilessly, your entire body bowed up into the dual assault of jaws and cock and fuck!!!! your blood floods my mouth..raw potency in the passion of your emotions and it's game fucking over..}
*sobbing whimpers as your snarl denies me release, my body pulling up short, fighting to restrain the ecstasy battling for freedom from the coil of exquisite agony...fuck...I cant take much more...begging under my breath as the merciless pound of your hips intensifies, faster, rougher...more...always more...even as I scream for mercy, pleas spilling from my lips, my body ripped into a violent curve as your fist tangles a rein in my hair, jerking my throat into an exposed column and....FUCK!!! Despite your command, I am helpless to resist, body-slammed into ecstatic destruction, tackled by the unrelenting waves of orgasmic bliss, completely floored as my climax crushes me...your fangs stab so deep I swear I'll have bite marks on my soul...puncturing the fierce well of my emotions, my life boiling desire in the violent rush of my blood as it eagerly floods to meet the suction of your lips and I plummet into an apocalypse of ecstasy that narrows my world to you...us...only us...nothing else but the bruising beat of your body fucking me raw, the tender folds at the juncture of my thighs aching deliciously, my clit hammering the heartbeat of my exploding pleasure...all I can do is scream, worshipping your name*
{FUCK!!!! my body quaking a roar of protest, but our climax is unstoppable, a force of nature, barreling head on, flung into the tornado of insane pleasure, swept up in the flood of carnal ecstasy, the deep lock of my fangs in your vein my only anchor as my brain is unplugged and my body is seized in the powerful, jerking convulsions of exquisite, torturous release, hips slammed into your ass buried to the hilt, my cock pistoling in the tight sheath of your core, recoiling with the force as the thick, hot jets of my release flood into the heart of your desire, a wall of warrior strength spasming over your shuddering femininity, fangs ripped from your throat on a strangled shout} Fuck Tory!!! Fuckfuckfuck...
yes...fuckyes...V...*ragged breaths gasping the words out, shivering beneath the seized muscle of your warrior frame, our climax an intense bucking explosion of magma release, liquid fire surging into the depths of my core, bathing your cock in molten pleasure, emotion a fierce spice in the air, a drum beat in our chests, the shuddering collapse of muscles and loss of control testament to the love that illuminates our souls...thighs quivering on yours, split wide, ass still cocked up beneath you, supported only by you as I purr* Sweet fuck, V...
Fuck... {hauling breath through my lungs, tongue a velvet sweep, tasting your blood and sweat and my bond, so deep fucking ingrained in your skin, as indelible as your brand on my soul, my cock still pulsing against your rippling walls, even as I withdraw from your body to turn you on your back, locking gazes, my own intense sexual release reflected in the glassy emerald of your hooded eyes} did I hurt you?
mmm....*languid as I splay out beneath you, muscles jelly, head fogged* thats a strange question to ask a sadomasochist, nallum...*grins* you killed me...I'm dead..for real this time, I dont think my legs will ever work again...*flecks of diamond flame burning in your gaze as emerald eyes try to focus through the stars sparking with the shooting lances of pleasure still jolting in my core* I fucking love you..
{lips curling into a mischievous smile, eyes smouldering with the glowing embers of lust} maybe I just want an excuse to make it all better true {slow prowling, shoulders bunching as I drop down between your quivering thighs, goatee a velvet brush on your sensitive skin, lifting diamond eyes framed by thick black lashes} I fucking love you, my soul... {my tongue is a silken sweep on your tenderised, swollen folds, soothing, luxuriating in the pulsing aftershocks of your release that throb in my mouth, the mingled taste of our arousal intense, intoxicating... maddeningly erotic... my low moan vibrating through your intimate skin}
mmm...then yes...I ache...I hurt...*my soft, playful laughter cut off on a hiss, hands flying down to grab handfuls of your hair, head thrown back into the pillows...oh fuck...your tongue sweeps wet strokes through the tingling ache of my most delicate skin, a balm on the raw, arousal-drenched folds, soothing the tender, swollen flesh, desire hypersensitive, setting off tiny tremors* Ahh...Vishous....*and that moan...it rumbles through my core, stoking up the embers of my pleasure, your tongue curling, caressing, coaxing shudders and soft whimpers...a slick rasp running through the gloss of our combined ecstasy, a gentle torture sure to drive me over the edge...again*
Mmmm {Palms coaxing your trembling thighs just a little wider as I capture your folds, kissing your glossed lips, just I might kiss your mouth, the warm velvet of my tongue parting your folds, savouring every inch of you, sucking softly on your sensitised bud, fangs barely grazing your flesh as you shudder on my tongue, your pelvis rocking up to meet my mouth...the tenderest of touchs, yet no less brutal an assault on your desire as I torment your sex with softness, teasing...teasing out just one more shuddering release.....}
*oh God..........when my climax takes me over, it is with the slow rolling of gentle waves, the soft grind of my hips to the wicked play of your tongue riding me through the tender brush of ecstasy, washing me in the glow of euphoria..no crashing...drowning...liquid bliss running the length of my body and bathing the rasping velvet sweeps in my desire...a floating, falling release, that simply is...molding me into a writhing entity of ecstasy and coiling emotion, blended into the fabric of reality until the dreamy haze caresses me into our heaven...fingers stroking through your hair, quivering, quaking...such soft orgasmic ripples I cant breathe...again...fuck....*
{the honey of your arousal sliding down my throat sets me to growling softly into your flesh...fuck yes... I want you this way too, melting on my tongue, at my mercy, shivering your release against my mouth as I coax your body through the surging wash of ecstasy, stubbled jaw nuzzling your inner thigh, diamond eyes watching your face as you slowly float down from the high} I love you so fucking much
mmm...*demanding tugs in your hair pulling the prowling mass of your body up from between my thighs, claiming your arousal glossed lips in a seductively slow, passionately deep kiss, our release on my tongue, both of us...potent, erotic, an aphrodisiac to my senses* Fuck, I fucking love you, my soul...so fucking much...*tangling our tongues once more, the taste of us fiery possession that purrs into your mouth*
{melting into the languid caress of your tongue, feeding our arousal into your mouth, even as I fall to your side...boneless, liquified muscle} see?....fun doesn't even begin to describe... {laughing huskily on your lips}
*rolling my eyes, a lazy, half movement, exhausted on ecstasy...and raring to go again...fuck...one touch is all it takes...* mmm...no fucking words *head turned on the pillow to face you, devouring your expressions with a smile, one hand tracing circles around your nipple*


***


*lazing across a sea of black silk, emerald eyes mark the path of your fingers in the vast glittering mirror above our heads exhausted, deliciously aching body stirring with a well of liquid fire as your touch roams with the spiraling map of my ink* mmm....*gaze locked on our reflection* having fun there nallum? *rough fingers painting me with heat and leather*
{damn...how many hours had we spent fucking.. sprawled, languid, gloved fingers mapping the ink that curls over the hollow of your hip bone, memories of my hand-prints on all that tender, flushed skin reawakening that dark lust inside of me} I told you.. fun doesn't begin to describe what you make me feel, shellan mine {hooded diamond eyes lifted to yours with a husky laugh leather-clad fingers tickling your side with a playful glare}
*squeaking...fangs flashing, the startled sound escaping with a laugh as I squirm a wriggle across slippery silk, trying to evade your tickling fingers, a useless run through material that slides me right back into you* Gah...Nallum!!!
{lightning reflexes dragging you back through the slippery ocean of silk, hard muscle pinning you under me, hair brushing your forehead, ravaging your mouth in a deep, fanged kiss, hands slipping down to your waist, tickling you harder, my dark laughter swallowed by the kiss as you squirm beneath me} surrender Tory?
no, no, no, no, no...*the protests laughed into your kisses, the bite of fangs and stroke of tongue arousing even as my body fights to get free from the tickle torture, wriggling in the muscled cage of your body* never...*hands batting at yours, legs kicking, a playful flail of limbs attempting to shift your weight as I dissolve into laughter* Vishous!
Never? {deep, throaty laughter shaking my chest, your wriggling evasion heating my skin with arousal, pinning your wrists in the black silk, fangs and tongue teasing your hip with long, tickling licks and nipping bites, growling into the sensitive juncture of your thigh} impossible female...
No!! *lower body battling the need to arch away from the tickling strokes of tongue and writhe into your touch, laughter on every breath, struggling against your hold as my body burns for you...hands jerking againt yours...to pull you away or guide you...elsewhere..but as your fangs graze skin..all I know is I just need...more* infuriating male....
No Tory? {growling laughter, one broad palm spanning your stomach to constrain your squirming attempts at escape, your thighs scissoring against the abrasive rasp of my jaw... and then I scent your arousal... and it baits my blood... predatorial instincts flaring... gloved hand roughly parting your thighs to reveal the glistening pink folds of your sex...so lush, so ready and fuck...at the juncture of your thigh your pulse is a vital beat just beneath your skin...a hypnotic invitation... tongue flicking over dry lips, licking down aching fangs, torn between taking your vein and tasting your arousal... striking on instinct, laving a long, velvet draw up the centre of your core, thick fingers penetrating you deep, fangs sinking in through tender flesh, locking around your vein with an animal snarl, the primal instinct to feed kicking in, sucking hard, your essence flooding my throat, my fingers pumping your tight, slick sex, thumb circling the swollen bud of your clit...low satisfied moans escaping my mouth, settling into long, hypnotic suckling draws at your vein}
*a startled cry on my lips as velvet rasps through my folds in a hard, long sweep, jerking my hips up...no time to process, mind shocked, body on fire, molten...a twin penetration kicking my hips into a fast, undulating rhythm, fingers mining my core, fangs releasing the rush of my lifesblood into your mouth, taking in hard, suctioning kisses, pulling me into you, my emotions, the desire that swarms my veins with a contagious stream of fevered lust...fuck...I'm so fucking ready, so wet, slicking black leather with the dew of my hunger as your fingers drive into me, ridden by my hips, a helpless counter-thrusting dance curling you into the sweet spot that sparks electric arousal through every inch of me, and bows my spine off the mattress...God...fuckfuckfuck!! Your feeding tugs on my vein lulling and tantalising, the pain an aphrodisiac, nudging me closer to that beautiful release, my life, my everything pouring into you* Shit!! Vishous!!
{uhnnn fuck... your blood is a sweet mindrush of euphoria, a heady liquor of lust and emotion, drugging me into a frenzy of starved sucking, fangs burying deeper as your hips buck against me, grinding the slippery nub of your desire under the pad of my thumb, an erotic dance of sizzling sexual energy, a third finger joining the penetration of your core, thick, stretching, thrusting knuckle-deep into the wet silk of your sex, your arousal melting through my fingers as they curl up to kiss your spot repeatedly, the rhythm fast and furious, matching every demanding thrust and grind of your hips with wickedly accurate counter strokes, willing you over the edge, needing to taste your ecstasy, to feed on the power of your pounding release as it pumps through your heart and floods my mouth}
*the punching, rapid rhythm, kicks me right over the edge as the tight vice of my core yields, stretching to ripple down in a fist around the new, thicker penetration, your thumb tormenting the bud of my desire until I cant think, until my brain shorts out and my curves undulate with wild abandon, wanton as I take my pleasure from your touch, from the fierce bite sharing my emotions, siphoning my arousal inside of you...and my climax battens down around your fingers, clamping you in the silken wet of my inner muscles as I shatter for you, torn apart on the pleasure you inspire, on the love that allows me to let go, to fall into you, an infinite, burning love that equals if not exceeds the ecstasy of release...unfurling my hands from their grasp on the sheets and panting your name through whimpers* V...
{oh fuck yes.... your climax washes into the pulsing flood of your essence, better than any fucking drug, swallowing down your ecstasy, the fierce love that surges in your blood and filters into every cell of my body, lighting me up with your shimmering, sparking, sexual energy, your walls pulsing your release around my fingers in rhythmic contractions, your clit throbbing with aftershocks, moaning into your inner thigh as I withdraw fangs and fingers with a soothing sweep on my tongue, my arousal drenched fingers licked clean on growled purrs of satiation, glassy, darkly hooded diamond gaze meeting yours, voice thick with pleasure} mmm fucking delicious Tory..fuck, I love you..
Mmm...Fuck, I love you, V..*pliant beneath you, encased in the shroud of our scent, sex and blood, ecstasy still firing in my blood and shivering lightning through my nerve endings, a symphony of desire and euphoria singing through my core with tiny spasms, emeralds focussing on bright diamond with a lazy smile, purring whimpers, fingers reaching for you, to touch, to anchor myself in you as my body floats down from the peak of sexual satisfaction* mmm...are you...ok?
Mmmhmm more than fucking ok Tory.. {resting my stubbled cheek on your stomach, looking up at you from beneath black lashes, a fanged smile curving my lips as I lick at the traces of your taste that linger on your skin} I'm sorry for being so...demanding.. nalla {so not fucking sorry} you make me voracious, true...
*laughing softly, moaning softly as your tongue seeks out the lingering slick of my desire* sorry my ass...you apologise for that and I’ll beat you... *playing with strands of your hair as stubble rasps over the scarred names of our young* you're intent on killing me aren't you? *Grins* I'm insatiable with you...always need you touching me...
Always need your touch, my soul... {growling playfully on your navel} and you brought that particular.. petite mort, that ‘little death’ on yourself, shellan mine...{smirks}
*gasping, incredulous, lips curved into a content smile as you nuzzle my skin* and what, pray tell did I do to as you say...kill myself? *brow arched in a delicate question, a smirk hovering at the corners of my mouth*
{laughs huskily} you brought it on yourself by being so impossibly fucking cute and sexy and irresistible {growls} I never stood a chance, true {nipping playfully at the skin of your belly} your warrior can't get enough of you
*fangs catching my lower lip to stifle a moan, your teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my lower stomach* mmm..cute? Evil cute though right? *my smile bright, eyes soft, reflecting the shimmering depths of my soul deep, eternal love* your female will never get enough of you....
{nodding seriously, lips twitching} fuck yes Tory... deadly, evil, badass cute, true {lost in the look in your eyes, your expression mirroring my own} I love it when you laugh, my soul..
*grin spreading wide with a flash of fangs as you measure my level of cute* damn fucking straight...*knuckles stroking down your stubbled cheek* you have the ability to make me laugh, no matter how my day has been, or my mood...though tickling may get you kicked..*winks*
You, Tory, are the Sunday in every week... {fingertips circling the pattern of our young's names in your skin as the words of that poem circle through my mind, eyes lifted to yours with a flash of diamond mischief} and the kicking is a risk I might just be willing to take, true {nuzzling my goatee'd jaw into the stroke of your knuckles with a fanged grin}
Austin Clarke? *murmuring softly, caressing your jaw, relaxed beneath the circling trace of your fingers, painting our youngs names into my skin, head falling back into the pillow, arousal and peace running a gentle riot through my curves* you just want me to beat you...
{nodding, appreciation in my eyes} yes.. The Planter's daughter... {breath slow and even, lulled by the relaxation of your curves beneath my cheek, lids closing on a smile} au contraire Tory, you are the one begging for punishment, true
mmm...what have I done to deserve punishment? *lips inched into a smile as my eyes close, soothed by your presence, stroking along your cheek, your jaw, your throat, tangling in your hair, just absent light touches easing me, so natural to touch you...*
Oh...I think you know exactly what you do to me, Tory... {my voice is low, molten silk, murmured into the comfortable silence shared between two intimate lovers, two soul mates, in the precious lull after the storm of lust has sated itself}
if it's even close to what you do to me...then the punishment may be deserved...*toying with the ends of your hair as your voice purrs over my desire, a dark velvet evoking images of leather and chains, of seduction, ecstasy...all in the low murmur...my lover, my soul..my all..*

Friend

*opening the door, I'm greeted by the shock of silky flame hair and the tiny, petite, corset encased figure of Laehsandra, my lips curved in a hello, as she holds out the garment bag with a flourish* <<For you Domina...>>*my eyes roll heavenward at the only half joking title, her submissiveness around me grating on every nerve in my body, but it is her acknowledgement, the way she has always been, and it is dismissed with a flick of midnight waves over my shoulder* Thank you, Laea...*casting her a curious glance as her eyes take in the new refurbishments of the Penthouse, body half in the door as she strains discreetly to see more, voice amused* You want to come in?....He's not here...*her hesitation noted, I leave the door open and wander through to the bedroom to hang the black bag in the very back of the closet, her form perched on the couch when I emerge...large eyes flash up to meet my return with a soft voice*<<It's...different...I thought with his asking The Master that it would be...>>*hands floundering gracefully for a word* Chains and whips adorning every surface? *her nod draws a laugh from my lips* Not with the young around...we didnt think it right to expose them to the darker side of our relationship...plus, once they start crawling, I didnt want to have to explain to @Vishous_unbound why his floggers had been gnawed...*winking* we just have everything compartmentalized...surprised me how much he'd thought about this....*shoulder lifting in a half shrug, body heating as I remember the first time he'd shown me our new space..clearing my throat with a glance, Laea's eyes skipping around the room, my offer of a drink refused with a gentle smile* So...*awkward much?*...How are things on your side? Anything new? *anybody I have to kill?* <<I have a new Master...I was..recommended>>*so why doesnt she sound so happy about that? My eyes narrow* Another one? You have...<<four now..but this one isnt permanent...I'm...training him>> Like a dog? *brow raising high* Is he...good to you? *my oldest 'friend', I'd messed up males who treated her bad before and have no qualms about doing it again* <<He struggles with the meaning of a safeword..he sometimes ignores it. His reasoning that he is pushing my limits so we can achieve new pleasures together>>*said so convincingly, her head is bowed, my voice a sharp crack* Bullshit!! you're headhunted, Laea, you're renowned, the best, you shouldnt be subjected to some little shit who doesnt know how to treat his subs...*the growl rumbling up my throat is one borne of hatred...he hurts her and not in a good way, but she's quick, her hand on my arm, eyes catching mine, calming the storm* <<it is who I am...I am not you Tory, I'm not strong, I cant fight, I dont get to have the happy ending...I love and am loved by many but my soul has no mate...and it is who I am. I was born on my knees, I believe, and there I will stay>>*so humble, so honest, every word rings of conviction and it shivers down my spine* A sub with a safeword is a Domme on her knees...without it he can break you...you make sure he learns or you leave *I have no safeword...but I trust the male pushing my limits to not break me...she had no such assurances* You promise to call if you need an out and your other Masters refuse...*I managed to get a nod before she left, excusing herself over an appointment, but I know...she hates when I threaten her Masters, when I threaten anyone on her behalf...her life, her choice...but I'll kill to protect the few friends I have*

Dirty Dancing

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