*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?>>.......................
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