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Not Quite - Part One
07:13 Dec 27 2005
Times Read: 535

The patients had been placed into the same room, three girls, eight boys. The boys bonded instantly, talking way and watching the girls. Out of the three, only two paid any real attention to the boys, the third was wandering about the room with a decidely bored look upon her face.



As the social interactions continued, the third girl watched them with what could be described as, quiet eyes, intelligently watching and monitoring the other spectulatively, before staring out the window. A little smile on her pale pink lips. A twisted form of expression almost from her as she listened to the others.



Soon enough the experiement was over and the decision made. The other two would be breeders, the third a warrior, a Slishan and the boys obviously warriors.

Nothing
08:20 Dec 16 2005
Times Read: 539

I gave you my All

I continued to believe that you would save me

That you could help me somehow, somewhere

I wasn't too wrong, or right



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Around her neck gleamed a strip of silver, the links making it seem as though everything about her as beautiful. Inside though, where her thoughts drove her mad, insaner with each hour of the day, nothing was beautiful, right or given. Here she was no beauty, compared to Them, a mere barbarian, a mere shadow of the creatures that thrived in the atmosphere they had created.



Coughing, she closed her eyes, laying down, whipped bloody once more by the Master as He loved to do, so she thought. In the coolness of the cage, she crawled to the back, laid down and closed her eyes. The long brown hair curling over the red, dry and tired skin. Paler than usual, she faced the back, and tried to sleep. Alone in the darkness, the little trickles of blood soon cooled.

Draft V - Screaming
03:14 Dec 10 2005
Times Read: 543




"I don't remember!" She was knelt over before them, blood curling down the side of her black eye as she tried to get over the agony of being punched in the stomach, there was a deeper pain. She knew her child was clinging to dear life in there. It wouldn't survive anymore if they went for another kick or assault to her stomach.



Her pants were already lined with blood.



"Of course you do Dark Angel.... You all do." The man hissed, he hauled her up. "I know you do. It's in your eyes. The first time you looked at me and left the bar. It was there. You knew what I was. " He dropped her, the men around him brough her up, she didn't even try to struggle. Each other time had awarded her with electric shocks of increasing levels.



They tied her to the wall, she closed her eyes, the pain to open them too much. Not enough anywhere, but enough somewhere as she sighed with maybe four broken ribs. His boot was covered in her blood as he came forward, between her shoulder blades he placed the prod and sh felt the charge, grunting, jolting about like a china doll to the nerves as they were over-ridden and charged beyond point-break.



The female passed out thankfully for the night. Nothing would rouse her. They removed the child of four months, the giant tank would keep it alive for the next five months. Then it would yeild it's DNA for use.



Such was the use for children of the Dark Angels.

Draft 4 - Vampire's Hunt
12:08 Dec 04 2005
Times Read: 545

Closed eyes escorted by ducttape didn't help to secure her vote for saftey with the group. She had been thoroughly riled up, her nails clipped, her fangs had been imbedded into a polystyrene block when they wouldn't come from her jaws and bound and trussed enough to make a hessan sack look like child's play. Stilll it thrashed, kicked - and lnded so decent blows - spat and hissed like a cat.



Daniel had almost had enough when Stephen had administered the drug, she'd broken two of Stephen's ribs with crackling thuds while she'd passed out into oblivion. The "date-rape" drug derivitive was working wonders but she was stilll moving a good hour into the dose. Adrian poked the little hellion now and then and was rewarded with her arms swinging to connect thoroughly with his temple, he backed off as she started all over again four hours later.



Daniel sighed. "Didn't last long."

"Well.. Her partner's out like a lght. I don't quite understand but I'm guessing she's the one who's strongest." Stephen kicked the male who was drooling, he recieved a well-timed dead-level kick to his back which, adding to the broken ribs, made him bite his lip and draw blood. "Fucking -Bitch-!" He rasped.

Adrian laughed alittle, then touched her breasts, she went still, then snapped through the polystyrene and quicker than he culd pull back there were nice blood-lined tears in hs hand going across broadwise.



"Jesus..."

"Leave her alone. It's obvious she'll want to kill us when we get there."

"Fucking whore.." Adrian tended the wound, antisepting it before placing a guaze over the wounds and binding them. In moments though, they were soaked in blood. but not leaking. Adrian looked alittle phased but came to awareness quickly. "We _could not have_ picked anything *less* dangerous than the head of the House could we?"

"As V has said. 'Take out the Leader, the rest shall fall.' The man talks from experience..."



"Yeah... whatever...." Stephen's reply came.



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Four hours away, in the literal middle of nowhere, did they stop. Daneil pulling out the eagle he had had mod'd for occassions like this, when there were no chances to be taken. He cocked the chamber and shifted the safety then set it in his leg holster as he watched Stephen and Adrian toss out the two. The male, having been givena a counter-active had come to and the female.... was still spitting chips. Un-blinded, her once blue eyes were now a threatening green-grey and she sat up like the very animal she had taken on. Cobra.



Her consort, the male, was up as well, groggy but aware, he sat kneeling, hacking as his breath was short. Cobra showed a pained expression. "Before you be completely merciless bastards...Mind giving Quintrax his medication? Second pocket, front." She barked. Stephen was moving before he realised what he was doing, Quintrax was going purple, and hardly seemed to breathe, he pulled out of the bag and applied the blue ventilin to Quintrax's mouth, pushing in the medicine and squeezing.



For moments, no one moved. It dawned on them, the three that Quintrex may have actually just died and not by their hand. Daniel moved first checking for a pulse, he couldn't find one, Adrian tried next and found the slightest one ver possible. Daniel looked to Cobra who had gone extremely pale, her eyes were now such a pale that he shuddered. Unearthly creature His thought came.



Quintrex was breathing, again, barely but he was gone. No longer conscious. And Cobra? Adrian and Stephen watched her now, she had slipped her feet from the binds, there wa a sickening crack and groan as her knees dislocated. She located them both and kneeled, deathly white as she unhooked the wrist-bindings. There was no other agony. Daniel had backed off a pace or two, watching the crazy bitch get to her feet and stumble forward, her hand touched Quintrex's shoulder for a moment before the all-mighty snarl erupted from her.



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Limping, her boyfriend in the passenger side. She was muted as the hospital team took him away to put him onto a ventilator to help him breathe. The bullet wound had crusted over but she refused to stay still, when she went missing, they checked her boyfriend's room and found her there, on the floor next to him with him watching her as she bled. It was from then on they kept them together in the same room, for recover's sake...

Draft 2 - Vampiric Rape.
12:24 Dec 02 2005
Times Read: 547

Howling.

Everything was crying. I coudn't believe it at first, the trees wept leaves, the ground was crawling with bugs, the sky pelted down stones from the clearest of night skies. My eyes, dark and wide with vision kept giving to me the streams of blood that ran through this nightmarish scape. The creatures that came hushed towards the edges of the river, someone bathed in the fluids of the dead...



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Hands curling around the pillow I started awake, breathing harshly as I realized I was no where near that landscape that Drake refused to not show me. I knelt on my bed, the dim lighting above a scary clue as to just how afraid I was for the dark had been my saviour until a month ago. The curtains moved, rustling and I froze, then bolted for the door, right into the bastard. I think I backed off, and closed my eyes then dropped to the floor. I curled up, I know I did because it took him some time to uncurl me from my stance.



"Don't for the love of God.... Don't..." I was pleading with a creature that had the right to kill me under Avenging Honour. I was a coward, I see this now. I knew automatically that he wasn't the only one here. Two others were present.... I don't know who scared me more but Drake wasn't half as bad as these one's were. Talon, Drake's older brother, spawn of Vincent.... and Darren... Spawn of Damien.



Talon was only held in check by Darren. And I didn't trust Darren for a moment, I watched them warily, ready to move. Drake walked away and again I swallowed because I knew I sensed the other two behind the door. Shakily, without a choice I sat down in the furtherest corner of the bed and pulled my blankets up. At eighteen, these monsters had reduced me to an almost incoherent eight year old.



I felt the bed warm up, it did nothing to ease my heart, my blood or the tense muscles all over my body. Talon was smiling cruelly, I didn't expect anything less from him. Damien looked very very calm and Darren watched me with a quiet reflective look as Vincent and Kevin came through the door. Kevin closed te door. My ex, god. He was hot, I felt my emotions betraying me and knew that I had lost already because he was smirking.



"And... this is her?" Vincent looked suited unimpressed as his old english accent rolled from him. Ever the neatly dressed rake, his brown eyes did me over and I looked him over with equal disdain. To which I drew a blood-lined glare. "Slackful wench."

"Slack-jawed yolk." I bit back. My tongue would forever get my into trouble. This time was no exception. Vincent, for all of his aires and the like, was an insecure man.

"Kitana..." Came Kevin's warning... He hadn't changed. "You are in a very real deal of trouble. So quiet."



"Get out of my room... And Maybe I will. My answer has not changed!" I bit out. I saw his smirk and knew something right then was horribly wrong.

"Your answer does not matter anymore darling," He drawled, sending shivers down my spine. "You are going through it whether you like it or not..."



I remember the last thing I said before Damien grabbed me to pin me against the wall. "Get Fucked..."



Aferwards I remember nothing....



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Her pale blue eyes turned to me. She looked oddly innocent, youthful for one who was two hundred years old. At just over 5'5, with a well-built figure of muscle, one could not blme her sire for his choice. She was beautiful in my eyes.



I blinked twice I think, then took out a ciggarette and began to smoke. She looked wistful then but smiled, reading my emotions. "It's a long time to be dead. My little sister willl pass away soon and she has lived the longest."

"Oh?"

"Yes... Madame Elisa De'vonades. You will find that she is passing away in a few months."

"How do you know?"

"The dead have told me."



She shifted once and I started, but not in a bad way. I was attracted to this one, but as I thought that I saw a shadow then her lover was silently next to her. This must be Damien.

"No..." She murmured. "Though he is my sire...No. This... This is Kevin."



His blue hazel eyes, pale like hers in the light were not at all inviting.