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 Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 9:23 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 2:35 pm
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He had barely dogded his attack. Boman was throwing fists the size of car tires. Lance is putting all his strenght in to menuvering around the throws, but it was difficult considering Boman being as fast as he was. Bomen came at Lanc again, this time with an open palm. Lance couldn't dogde this, he was lifted off his feet and slammed into a car, creating a loud crashing sound. The vehicle was totaled.
"We need to talk." Bowman's voice was extremely deep and intimidating.
Lance screamed an obcinity, slapping the giants arm away as if it were mere styrophome. Lance grabbed him, yank himself to eye level, his right leg swoung around behind himself. He drove such force into the kick, sending the Lykin into a passing bus. The entire vehicle slid sideways, slamming into other parked vehicles along the road. Boman only shot back Lance, the two of them moving at blinding speeds. Lance was able to land another blow tot he giant's gut. He slid back, bracing himself to charge once again. Thoug Lance came at him instead and knocked into a postal box. On lookers were all around now, recording the event using camera phones and other electronic devices, flashes from cameras were apparent as well.
Boman took hold of a parked car by it's undercarrage. He flipped it, sending the vehicle hurling at Lance, twirling as it went. Lance rolled off the postage box, luaching foward and slid under the car. He body tackled Bomen into a Hummer. He held him there, scowling.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Lance knew it wasn't in a Lykin's nature to intentionally target specific targets. He also knew that this being one of the nine lykins leaders, that something had to be going on.
"You will hear me out," Bomen stated, being back his fist.
"Freeze!" They hadn't realized that authorities had arrived, and quite a few of them. FBI was everywhere, the majority taining guns to the two of them, some others removing on lookers from the designated premisses.
Lance had eyed the man barking into the d speaker. He recognized this man to be another powerful lykin, but was not a leader, and although the moon this night was full and blooming in essence, this man appeared completely human. Bomen took advantage of this distraction, grabbing Lance and throwing him into an office building three block away on an ajoining street. Lance went flying through the windows, bouncing off the cieling of the fith floor, hitting a wall and landing in a cubical, bouning off a desk and computer, and falling over the deskchair. Lance couldn't decribe the pain he felt then. Bomen leaped over the barricade and began running down the street to the building, the one lykin amoungst the agents crept his way out of his position and ran around the block adjacent to Bomen.
Bomen jumped, crushing a passing bus as he used it to prop his leap into the building. As he landed on the fifth floor, he began trashing everythiing in his path. However, even with the lykin's ability to see in such dark environments, Bomen hadn't seen Lance's kick. It connected with the side of his head and threw him completely off balance. Lance went for the oppertunity to land another blow, but he hadn't expected for Boman to recover so quickly. He caught Lance in the chest and slammed him into the wall, it was then he realized Lance had his wings expanded and curled to point directly at him. Boman could tell the feathers were sharp as razors. He at Lance, who was frowning violently.
"As I said before, I only want to talk." Though Boman stated his position, he hadn't releast him. He instead reached into a pocket.
"What would you possibly have to discuss with-"
Boman shoved to him a tiny viel no laonger or larger than a woman's fingure. The liquid contained glowed an eiry green.
"The reason You hunt your own blood."
Lance's eyes grew wide. "What?"
"DON'T MOVE!!!"
Lance turned to see the hall filled with FBI agents in full atire and kevlar, sheilds and automatic weapoms. He turned to face Boman, but he was already gone.
"OPEN FIRE!"
"s**t!"
Bullets errupted from everywhere. Lance did his best to dogde as many bullets as he could, but had taken several hits. He dove out of a window and landed on a car, and agents were already catching on to him. Lance ran for it as fast as he could, darting between blocks at a time. He well away from authorities now, he had snuck his way into a library loading bay and decided he'd spend the night there. He wonder where Cocoa would lead Raven now that she him to escort her to safety. Lance sat in the back of an empty van, starring at the syrum Boman had given him. He couldn't believe he'd goten his hands on a sample, from the enemy. Now that Lance thought abou it, how had Boman gotten a sample of the liquid?
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 3:21 pm
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Raven still stood in the tree. Cops were everywhere now, and one was directly below her. She was extremely hungry,and dawn would be approaching soon. Time to eat.
" Officer! Please help me! I'm stuck in this tree, and I can't get down. I'm scared of heights." The officer came over and climbed up the tree stood there beside her. He extended his hand to help her, and when she gave him her hand he grabbed her and pulled him to her. He was one of the Lykins! She was so drained she didn't even notice.
The Lykins smirked. " They'll pay a high ransom for you Miss Raven, Next in line Elder, Leader of the Symphony de Vampire Coven." He hit her over the temple and knocked her out. The black wrist watch looking thing fell to the ground.
The Next Night:
Raven awoke in the middle of a room chained in mid air. There were about 20 or 30 Lykins below her. All of them had hunger in their eyes. She was in trouble...like never before. And no one was here to save her. She knew that the other Elders would pay the ransom or just come after her themselves. In which case her whole race was ********. There had to be a way to get out of here.
Soon, the main Lykin leader, Jansen, walked to just in front of her. He smirked and said, " Let her down. She's got plans with me tonight." Raven didn't know what that meant, but knew it couldn't be good. On of the Lykins slowly let her down, and another undid her shackles. Jansen walked up closer to her, and brushed his lips across her own. "Where is the one called Lance?" he said to her in her ear. At this point she didn't even know.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 8:26 pm
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I didn't have time to check for spelling errors and what not... Enjoy ^_^
Lance had spent nearly the entire day experimenting with the serum. He had only used about a tea-spoon of the chemicals, leaving only half a veil remaining. Lance didn’t like the results of his experiment. He had plenty of subjects working the early morning shifts through to the afternoon, so why weren’t any of these humans giving him some kind of result? He tried just about every human he could get his hands on. He conducted his experiments in the library’s loading bay, where the sunlight couldn’t reach him. He couldn’t help but to shake the feeling that the serum wasn’t engineered for humans, maybe it was engineered for Lykens. Like hell did he care? Lance didn’t really need to know about any war that conspired between the vampires. So what if the vampires resort to chemical warfare in they’re twisted skirmish. As long as it doesn’t effect the humans.
He spent the afternoon thinking about Raven. He had her, he actually had her, in his arms with no one to protest, of her own will. She had wanted him. Lance smile, wearing a custodian’s uniform to blend in, busying himself with work. He wore his wings like a black and white T-shirt and his tail wrapped around himself like a belt, standing in the broom closet. He recalled how soft she felt in his arms, the innocent warmness in her eyes as she looked at him with such lust and wanting. He had definitely given her the same look. He finally had the chance to hold her, had the chance to taste her. But that f*ck head had come and f*ck it up! He got mad all over again. “That basterd…”
“Who?” It was Cocoa, resting in the arms of James!? Lance couldn’t believe that this nutter was here. James is Lady Rokyo’s butler, a crazy old man who is slightly lighter than Lance, about a foot taller and sported grey shoulder length hair. This person usually has nothing else better to do with his time but to attack him and those he felt were as strong as he is. He never gave a reason for this, he warned his targets before trying to kill them. Anyone he faced and seemed to be lacking in power were killed. Cocoa and Chester were his two favorite opponents, and the last thing Lance needed on his mind was Chester.
“The hell do you want?” Lance asked, giving absolutely no respect to the man. Anyone who attacked people for no reason didn’t deserve the courtesy.
“I was ordered to assist you,” James replied, his British accent light, but noticeable.
“Oh, really? Well there is a toilet in the men’s room on the third floor-“
“Your girlfriend, sir…”
“What girlfriend?”
“Oh I don’t know. Black long hair, crimson eyes, the next head of north western Legions, leader of the Symphony de Vampire Covenant.”
Lance gave Cocoa a hard stare. “What? Our courses are well informed.”
“I see… What about her?”
“Nothing of any importance,” James answered nonchalantly. “Just her being kidnapped and rapped while being held ransom.”
Lance’s jaw dropped. He wasn’t sure if James was jesting with him. “What? Say that again?”
“Your girlfriend is being gangbanged right now, and you cant do anything about it for the next five to six hours.” James said this with a smile on his face. Lance couldn’t believe what he was telling him. How could she have been kidnapped? He had left Cocoa with her-
“Where were you when she was taken?” Lance pointed as he directed his question to Cocoa, fury present in both his face and his expression.
Cocoa was as unphased as James. “On her wrist, of course.” He sounded as though that minor detail were irrelevant.
“And you wanna tell me how she was taken?”
“Well, the liken came up the tree and took her, but she called him up though, so I didn’t see any real problem with it.”
“And why the f*ck not?”
“Again, she called to him to get her.”
“And you didn’t think for a moment that she might have been a tad bit delirious about the nights events?!”
“Why should I have? I picked him out of a crowd of like forty FBI agents. What makes you think she hadn’t known the agent was a liken?”
Lance was straining not to explode on the both of them. The both appeared to be bored of the topic. He especially wanted to hit Cocoa now.
“You meet one girl and you let her deceive you like that, boy you’re pathetic,” James was saying with a thoughtful look about his face. “I bet she’s giving Jansen quite a ride, too” Lance looked as if he’d been spat on. “She does look like the sort who hasn’t been busted yet, kinda wish I’d been the one to break her first.” He added a wide grin to the fantasy. James caught Lance’s first. He had a twisted smile while taunting him. “If you’re gonna PMS about it I can get you some tampons.”
There was no possible way for James to block the next blow. Lance cent him careening into a vending machine. Cocoa was on the floor, sitting patiently. “I just know you don’t plan on taking us on and the lykins? Right?”
“Try me again and I’ll kill the both of you.”
James rose from the shattered vending machine. He stood brushing glass and metal shards from his skin, a wide grin fixed to his face. “Now there’s no need to get all bitchy about that hoer girlfriend of yours (he caught Lance’s fists again), you should have known it was too easy from the start.” Lance gave him a confused look. “Don’t act like there was magic in the air when you two first met. She’s has been baiting you from the start.”
“Like hell would you know?” Lance barked.
“Easy easy. You gotta think about it. How’d she know there lykens about at the meeting? How was Boman able to find the two of you so easily. And how did he get a hold of the serum?”
Lance was shocked at this. How did Boman get a hold of the serum? Lance twirled the possibility of Raven being part of the Fido Project. The Fido project is a chemical warfare development program created by most of the Vampire leaders in the world, eight of them being of the north western covenant. The chemical developed was unknown to countering factions such as those of Lance’s organizations. There’s no way she could be apart of that! He thought angrily.
“Ahh, is it all coming to light now?”
“Why don’t you tell me something useful, like where the hell is she?”
James only smiled. “Come I’ll show you…”
- That Night –
They were in an old complex, an inactive prison no longer used by the government for its poor foundation. The three of them walked together. Lance, who mad as hell, James, seriously bored, and Cocoa, who trotted happily between the two. There were lykens all over the place, growling and howling as they entered. Lance had his scythe in hand, daring anyone, even those who accompanied him, to challenge him. The moon wasn’t present, and even with his fury growing with every step, he was amazed at how many lykens were powerful enough to transform at will.
A woman stood naked at the guest entrance. She had slashes going about all her person, no doupt she fought every man who challenged her. “So you must be Lance. I thought I’d recognize your sent from Boman’s flesh.”
“What’s it to you!?” Lance barked. No one was up for bullshit. Even James and Cocoa had reframed from their jesting. Lance was deranged at his current state.
The woman matched his attitude. “Who da f*uck is you?” She was baring fangs and her eyes dilated.
James had to restrain Lance from killing her. Cocoa looked quite entertained, he would of course with him being the most powerful of the three.
“Bekka! Heel!” Boman had come to the door and now both James and Cocoa had to grasp him. Boman eyed Lance with a cold stare. Lance was struggling to get free. He was going to tear the giant limb from limb.
“Quit being foolish,” James demanded, trying to suppress Lance’s intake of air.
“Hold him a second,” Cocoa said. He stood directly in front of them, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, mouth opening and shooting out long black strands of who knew what. The strands began to consume Lance, attaching itself into Lance’s skin and muscles. As it did so, Cocoa himself began to deteriorate. When this action was complete, Cocoa had gained total control over Lance’s body, everything except his wings, tail, mind, and thoughts. Lance’s appearance had completely changed. Lance’s skin was now a near black metallic grey, and the outer rim of Lance’s iris’s displayed a thickness of yellow. “I can keep you from being stupid while we’re here.”
Boman look quite surprised at this, but remained silent. He walked back inside while James, Cocoa, and Lance followed suite. Boman had led them to a large cafeteria three floors underground. The only seating, a thrown, was positioned at the far end of the room. Lykens lined every inch of the grounds, wall, and even hanging from the ceiling. They were all howling like the beast they were. Jansen raised a hand and the room instantly became quiet. Cocoa released Lance from his captivity. “Ah, Lance, we finally meet.” He said, a very wicked smile tickling his face.
“Who the f*uck are you?!” Lance barked. The room broke out into a competion of howls and snarls, all of which were directed to the three of them.
Jansen put a hand up again and the room fell silent.
“Obedient little bastards, aren’t they?” Cocoa boasted, looking quite dull.
Jansen egnored the little rodent’s comment. “It’s nice to finally meet the Mercenary of darkness.” Lance was about to speak, but James stopped him. “I can tell you are a very busy man, hunting those of your blood and all, so I’ll get right to the point. I have something you want, and have a service I need.”
“How about I f*ucking peal your face off and shoot the rest of these f*ucking muts!”
Jansen looked unphased as the room once again broke into a frenzy of noise. The room fell silent as he spoke. “If so, then I guess I have had enough fun with the b***h, so I’ll have her-“
“NO!” Lance ld so frightened and shocked at the verbal gesture that neither Cocoa nor James knew what to make of it. “No… Just tell me what you need.”
Jansen was all smiles now. “There is a chemical plant in the bluegrass state of Kentucky. Destroy it, and you will have your pretty little hooker again.”
Just hearing her being insulted in such a way pissed him off to a new level. Though, he kept his scared and frightened expression. Jansen was buying into it. Lance had no intentions of leaving here without her, and this man, this… creature, will not live long enough to his brethren die before him. Lance though for a moment on a quick plan that had a good chance of working. “Can I see her?”
Jansen smiled once again. He figured why not motivate this pathetic slayer of bats which they fear so much. It was quite sad to see this oh-so feared negro before him nearly buckling before him. “Fine, you shall see her for only a flash.” He waved a hand Raven was fetched. The site of her crushed him inside and infuriated him beyond his own belief.
But all he needed was that one chance to see her present, dragged before Jansen feet. Cocoa looked up at him, knowing already what he was already thinking.
Lance took his opportunity.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 9:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 8:02 am
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Eye contact. It was all he needed to just completely lose his sanity. The moment she was just feet off the ground, Lance shot forward, slamming Jansen through his own thrown, driving him into the ground. Lance had between his hand and Jansen's face, the viel, which shattered between the two. Everyone was still, including the Lykins, only just comprehending what had happened. Before anyone could react, Jansen released an ear shattering death wail. It was at that very moment, when vampires erupted from no where. The entire room broke into a frenzy. Vampires and Lykins were everywhere, slaying each other with complete disregard for those around themselves.
Somehow, Raven was cut down from the chain but had still remained bandaged. She fell to the floor as a Lykin rushed by, throwing her over its shoulder and bolted from the room. Lance had started to go after her when he realized that Jansen was gone. "s**t!" Lance had a difficult time escaping the room. He chased the Lykin back to ground level, and eventually outside. It was an all out invasion. Lykins, werewolves, and missionaries from the Vatican, three factions engaged in self extermination. There's blood and limbs everywhere, all equally proportioned ot each party. Lance had seen a man carrying Raven (no doubt the lykin) and loaded her into the back seat with Jansen. The black Lincoln wailed back, spun and shot around the corner. There was a barricade there, Vampires firing at the vehicle, but halted their attack when informed Lady Raven was aboard. The Lincoln broke the barricade of cars and sped down the street. Lance followed, rounding the corner and dashing forward at amazing speed. He sped through the barricade, not paying any mind to those id'ing him, his focus was on the Lincoln. The vehicle pulled into an interstate leading into the city, maneuvering around cars, trucks, and other vehicles. Lance was catching up, he was only a few cars behind, dodging them at almost eighty miles per hour. He was close enough to see a skirmish in the back seat, could see Jansen trying to strangle her. He only hoped she was fight back, knew it would be difficult for her being cuffed and shackled.
The Lincoln was pulled off the highway and down a narrow street. Lance followed, the action of turning greatly reduced his speed, he have to regain his momentum to catch up again. He continued to chase the car, when suddenly it slammed into something, pushing it backward. The vehicle was lifted into the air was dropped abruptly, its windows shattering from the force. Lance tried slide his way into stopping, slamming into the back of the car like a U-Haul truck, crushing the entire rear half of the car. Lance un-plastered himself, gasping for air, standing to look at Boman, who was ripping the driver's side door from the automobile, pealing the driver out. The driver was baldy wounded, Boman held the man up and crushed him.
An Escalade had pulled in next to them. Several people withdrew from the luxury vehicle, including Harres, one of the Vampire Leaders. Lance had seen him at the meeting.
Boman stood to attention as the man sauntered over. "Sir, Lady Raven of Symphony de Vampire Coven. Accompanied by Jansen, Lykin leader of Gird Iron Manner."
"May you?" Harres asked in gesture of retrieving the rear passengers. As Boman did so, Harres gave Lance a scowl, not one of hate or fear, but only of disapproval. Another Escalade had pulled over adjacent to the other. Boman pulled the backdoor of it's hinges and Jansen fell out screaming in pain. Most of his face had melted away do to the chemicals.
One of Harres's passengers put a foot to Jansen's chest, loading a gun. "Sir! Permission to exicute?"
Harres nodded. The woman emptied the entire clip into Jansen's face, the ammunition filled with a solution of carbon filtered silver hydroxide. Silver and blood purred from his face. All movement and sounds had stopped. Several other women had been surveying Raven while Jansen's execution took place.
"Sir! She's badly wounded, apparently mutilated as well. She may need immediate attention."
"Yes," Harres replied. "Take her to my estate, treat her well."
"Understood." They pulled her out of the wreckage and loaded her into one of the trucks.
Lance wasn't going for it. "You're not taking her from me!" He shouted. He wasn't about to loose her a second time. As he went forward, sensations and ailments hit him in waves. His vision obscured, breathing harsh and try, his muscles locking, and then the pain. Pain like he had never imagined possible, like napalm pulsing throughout his veins. Lance keeled over, ravishing in the agony befalling him. The chemical was taking its toll on him now. He could that although he wasn't cut, blood seeped through the pores of his skin. He began screaming, and the eventually, the world around him darkend, and he was silent.
As the Escalade sped off, Boman walk to stand over Lance. “Sir, about him?”
Harres studied Lance for a moment. He sighed. He didn’t want to save Lance, would rather shot him himself, but the two of them were technically on the same side. Lance was valuable after all. “He comes to.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 2:30 pm
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She felt terrible pain as Jansen reeked havoc on her body. she was still bound and there was really nothing she could do. If she drank his blood she would become a lykin or some other mutated beast. She'd rather that not happen. This was mostly to be a message to the other Vampire Leaders. Suddenly she felt her neck break as the car came to a sudden stop, and she was shoved forward in front of Jansen and into the privacy window. She screamed in pain. What was happening? She looked around with her eyes. Jansen was looking around blood pouring from many wounds. She tried to move her body to get out of the car, but she couldn't move her legs. She was paralyzed. She was screwed for the moment.
Seconds Later:
The car door was wrenched open, and Jansen was dragged from the car. She hear the gun shots that were fired at him, and knew he was dead. Then, Boman looked in...the very one who had started all this huge fighting the other night with Lance. Then she heard one of the Vampire Leader's voice, but couldn't recognize it she was too drained physically. She felt hands on her, and knew that she was officially safe for the moment. She whispered, " I...want Lance..." her last words before total darkness.
Later:
She woke up and attempted to move. She couldn't and then remembered suddenly about the car crash. She panicked. Blood tears poured from her eyes. One of the nurses came into her room, and tended to her telling her it was alright, and that it shouldn't be long before her body healed itself. Raven looked at the nurse. " WHERE IS LANCE!? Please bring him to me!" The nurse looked at Raven in a confused manor. She didn't know who she was talking about, and thought her to be rambling. " GOD DAMN IT BRING HIM TO ME NOW! I AM NOT INSANE! JUST GET HIM TO ME NOW!!!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 4:26 pm
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Cocoa sat in the door way with Lady Rokyo and Harres. They were observing Lance, who lay silently in bed next to several machines slowly feeding him blood and monitoring his physical status. Mai sat on the edge of the bed, feeling for Lance's face. The little girl carried a sad expression as her fingers slid down his face. She was looking for any sign that he was mentally stable, if he had any thoughts at all. She wanted to communicate to him, and although he was psychologically stable, his mind revolved around too many experiences for her to focus on. He was a vegetable for the time being. Mai like talking to him. He was her best friend, always making her laugh and filling her with happiness, despite her inability to speak or see. There were tears in her eyes as she ran sacked through Lance's memories. She had caught glimpse of the most recent of events, watching episodes of the past year or so of his life. She was upset to find that she couldn't read anything past him being enslaved into Lady Rokyo's staff.
"So what did it do?" Lady Rokyo asked Hassen, not looking at him as she spoke. She kept her gaze on her daughter, who was light brown in color,, long white hair done up into a pony tail, and crimson eyes that were dead to the world. Mai was told that she had a father and he would always be with her. Lady Rokyo figured for a while now that Mai viewed Lance as a father. The irony in it was complicated.
"The serum, we aren't sure, but he’ll live," Harres replied, sounding almost regretful. "We had to starve him in order to study and treat the after effect. Apparently, the chemical travels throughout the body in the blood, dissolving blood cells, tissues, and it greatly conflicts with neuron transmissions in the brain. There is much else we learned.”
“Tell me the rest,” her voice hadn’t change in its dullness, but her manner suggests annoyance.
Harres complied, not wanting her to act irrationally. He only heard rumors about Lady Rokyo, but to have her here in his presence was as frightening as being in Lance’s presence. “We have found that the serum is only just a compound mixture, needing several other components and entities in order to function correctly. Probably another form of serum or a particular host is needed. May I ask how-”
“Cocoa,” she cut Harres’s question short. She didn’t even to consider being bothered by his audacity. “He doesn’t leave your presence. Mai, its time we left.”
Mai obliged, leaving Lance to his silent state. Harres opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it as Lady Rokyo and her daughter moved down the hall. Lady Rokyo wasn’t about to leave just yet. She wanted to meet this head of Symphony. It took awhile to get to her room. Traveling down long series of halls. She hadn’t knocked, nor did she touch the knobs she opened the room door. Lady Rokyo is a person of power, having such great telekinetic abilities.
She walked in on the girl screaming at the nurse. They both looked at her when she and her daughter entered the room. Lady Rokyo dismissed the nurse with a simple nod. She moved to stand next to the vampire, beaming at her with absolutely no interest. “So you’re the one he’s f*cking.” She gave absolutely no respect to her, despite the fact that Lance went out of his way to fetch her. Her stare was cold.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 5:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 7:54 am
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Lady Rokyo didn't give a damn. She knew what the girl was after and she was not about to let that b***h have it. It belonged to her and she claimed it first. She had to bare a child in order to have it in its un-matured state. She spent years studying what he carried and found that she herself, can obtain it through him. Her expression tone remained cold, but her expression continued to show no emotion. The language used before the her daughter didn't matter. Lady Rokyo was able to block all sounds and captions of the eyes from being translated and interoperated by Mai's consciousness, she is able to worp them into any scenario she so choose. To Mai, her mother and friend were having a conversation about tea, flowers, and bunnies, both of which were smiling. Lady Rokyo gave her daughter a look, mentally asking her to sit in the chair across the room. Lady Rokyo moved up the bed, coming to sit right beside Raven. She put a finger to her forehead, and poked. She saw the reaction in her eyes, knew she was experiencing the pain in the spot, like a needle being poked into her head. Doing this fully paralyzed her, causing even the most basic and simple movement impossible, but it would only last for a moment or two. Lady Rokyo pulled back the covers slightly, using her teleconisus to unfasten the blouse Raven had been given to wear. She the girl's eyes grow big with shock, but couldn't speak for the moment. Lady Rokyo slowly ran her hand down Raven's face, along her neck, carefully grasping both breasts as she slid down her chest, making circular motions with her finger on Raven's stomach.
She was studying the girl, accessing only her top half since that was the most important. She wasn't satisfied. She moved, climbing above her, leaning forward to brush her face against hers. She could see why Lance was infatuated with her, after all, she did smell delicious, practically eatable. She put her forehead over hers, ransacking the girl's mind. Raven began to shack violently, the sensation seized when Lady Rokyo released her hold on her. Her body couldn't possibly handle it, nor would her mind. Is she trying to steal it from me or is she trying to retrieve it for another party? She thought, her expression remained dull.
"What is she tying to steal mommy?" She heard her daughter’s thought and cave her a very sensitive and loving look. "Mommy, are we having a party?"
"Not yet, sweet heart," she replied, this time voicing it aloud and letting her hear it. Now she would have to have a pointless party to satisfy the little girl's curiosity. She once again, blocked out the sound from her daughter, turning to face Raven, who was now regaining some control over her body again, but still was not fully recovered. She refastened her clothing and brought the sheets back over her. Now she beamed with fury. "He...Belongs... To me... Try to take him and i will kill you." She hissed. The prize she sought after, could only be given to the person Lance loved the most, and apparently, she wasn't the one. If it were to be given to this whore before her, she'd kill the both of them. But Lady Rokyo had time to change that, had plenty of time actually. She knew Lance's inner stated was to immature to have a physical form yet, so Lady Rokyo would have to make Lance her lover in order to gain that object which Lance himself created... yet had no idea of its presence. She looked to Raven and decided in order to gain Lance's love for herself, she would have to kill this girl. She reached out, settling her hand around the girls neck, though she hadn't began to strangle her because she sensed the presence of someone coming to the door. She with drew her hand immediately.
The door opened.
- About twenty minutes earlier... -
It was one of the few things Lance had wandered about. He lay in darkness, feeling heavy headed and weightless. He could feel hands on him, touch his face and he recognized the scent to be Mai. He knew there was no way she'd be where ever he was at the moment, but he couldn't shake such a conclusion. He could see her clear as day, the seven year old gazing unaware at absolutely nothing. Her crimson eyes faded in color and deprived of life. Eyes, like Raven's when he had first met her. Now she was on his mind now, the two of them standing side by side in the darkness. He studied them both. Raven, the woman he loved so much now, was tormented because of him. He remembered their first meeting in the park, when she had killed the joggers. Her eyes had suggested then that she only lived to flow with the time, not wanting to of it either, but waiting for something dramatic to happen, something that would give her a reason to fight for her live, to fill unknown inner voids with the adventures and trials of hope and determination. She appeared to be wanting something new, something worthwhile and dangerous and exciting. She probably has already experienced everything the world had to offer, and now only floated through time as a soulless entity, relevant only to her covenant. He noticed a change in her eyes, her windows to her soul, when they say each other a second time at the docks. He wasn't sure what it was he read in her crimson windows, was it hate? Thrill? Deceit? Wanting? Lust? Love? It didn't matter to him, only her safety mattered now.
His attention shifted to Mai. She was his only really real friend. He did anything with the girl, he took out evey so often to visit parks and lakes and beaches, he took her to planetariums so she could build planets using her own special teleconisus. She's a little lighter than he, amazed to realize that Lady Rokyo had someone just for her, someone just as cold and ruthless as she. And what further fascinated him was the fact that she had loved outside of her ethnicity. There was a minor detail that Lance had noticed, but had never dared to ask of Lady Rokyo. Why did Mai look a lot like him? It wasn't till this thought that he had remembered how he had came to be enslaved to Lady Rokyo. He remembered being in a wreckage, a burning complex of a sort. He wore then a whit coat, indicating to him he was part of a research team. He only recollects being found, nothing before, but some time after, he could remember something that DID NOT happen. He remembered being paralyzed, laying in bed with Lady Rokyo over him, pleasuring herself with the sex of it. He couldn't do anything for or about it then, and considered it just and unwanted fantasy. What male or female didn't want to f*ck her? She was beyond beautiful, Lon shinny red hair, also barring crimson colored eyes, and she sported the most delicious body, slender, with large pale breasts,, wide hips, and a very fair a**. He met her daughter after she rapped him. Mai could be his daughter if worse case scenario, having Lady Rokyo as her birth mother? He would no doubt have to marry her if that were the case. But it wasn’t. He had met Mai what seemed to be the day after she had rapped him, there was darkness between the two dates, but there's no way she could be born four years old. It wasn't till then that he began to remember other occasions of sexual experiences with Lady Rokyo. He instantly became puzzled. If he had had so much sex with this woman, then why would he not remember it? No one could be that brain-dead to for get a night, no, multiple nights with her? In fact, they all seemed to be the same case, he was always paralyzed and she would ride him, but it all made no since. These events never happened!
He felt something p***k his mind, then everything became bright. It was daylight out and he was in full view of the day's light. He couldn't see striaght, he paniced and fell over the side of his bed. It took a momment for his eyes to adjust. it had been ages since he had been in such a brightly lit environment. The light reflecting of the tile didn't burn him. He stood slowly, edging his way to the large windows. Standing before the light, he stuck a foot out, wiggling his toes under the rays, then a hand, then both. Now he stood completely in the mercy of day light... and wasn't burning. He concluded the windows having a special tent. Clever, her thought. Jus that simple action made his head throb, thinking work his brain, he wasn't fully rid of the chemical and wasn't fully healed. He saggered back to bed when he suddenly remembere seeing Raven hanging from the ceiling. Had he rescued her? He didn't know, couldn't recall the most events, and and the attemps of retrieving these memmories set a heavy strain to his head. He had no idea where he was, no idea who's clothing he wore. He was wearing a thin patients robe, his wings comming between two slots cut into the back of it, his tail, comming between a hole cut from the buttom. He didn't have the strength to warp his wings into a coat. He staggered out of the room, wandering to himself if Raven was also here. He didn't know, but he could smell a fimilier scent. Cocoa was watching him from the chair. "He looked releaved of boredum for his awakening.
"Its about time you got up." Cocoa said, looking quilty about something. "I've been wanting to apologise for yesterday, for jesting about Raven."
"What are you talking about?" Lance had no clue what the animal was refering to. He only wanted to find Raven. "Do you know where we are right now?"
"Harres's estate."
"Who?"
Cocoa sighed, the chemicals did something to him. "Harres of the DuMountai Covenant."
"Isn't he a-"
"A leader, yeah."
Now Lance was confused. What the hell would he be doing there. "Why am I here?"
Cocoa eyed him inpatiently. "Okay, but you're not imprisioned and you're not gonna be hunted while you're here." Cocoa got Lance up to speed about the last several hours. "Now come, i'll take you to see Raven."
Lance's heart did a leap, she really was here. He followed Cocoa down a series of halls.
"Lady Rokyo is here as well," Cocoa said. "Just to let you know."
His heart sank. "Why would she be here?"
"To see you, You were in quite a critical state you know."
Somehow, that wasn't an honest question, but before he could question him about it, they stopped in front of a door.
"This is it-" Cocoa stopped abruptly, but Lance hadn't noticed.
Lance opened the door, completely forgeting to knock, comming in eye contact with Lady Rokyo. There was an awkward momment and she stood, taking Mai's hand and leading her out the room with a word with Cocoa at thier heels. As hey exited, Lance gave Mai a quick once over. She really did look like him. He pushed the matter aside, Walking beside the bed and sitting next to Raven. He wasn't sure of what he should say, only looking breifly at her, he was filled with embarrasment and had no idea why. He wanted to just take her in his arms and kiss her.
He moved closer to her, running a hand donw her face, bushing her hair aside. They were alone in the room and he wanted everything to happen at once, but didn't. He took his time her, she was special to him. He gazed into her eyes, looking for the right thing to say. "Are... you okay now?" Man that was pathetic! He thought, frowning mentally. You go outa your way to rescue her, got infected by some war chemical, damn near died, and "are you okay" is the best you can come up with? He sighed softly. "I was worried about you... Horrified actually," he said with an uncertain smile. "They didn't hurt you or anything. Did they?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 11:45 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 12:08 pm
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"I'm not sure what's going on," Lance replied, looking away from her.How could be expected to tell her Lady Rokyo had him to add her name to exicutions list. In due time, he is to kill her, but if he could get ahold of a certain person, the name on the back of the book, he could have her name perminantly removed from the list. But for some reason, Lance was unable to read the name, dispite the fact it's writen in plain english.
"She... Her name is Lady Aria Rokyo, a psycic, the most powerful actually," he began. He tell her some truths keeping to the rim of his tasks. He didn't like the feeling of lieing to her. He'll keep her in the dark as much as possible until he can get this problem of his resolved. "She's the one who has me to hunt our kind. She owns a portion of my free will."
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 4:48 pm
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Raven looked down towards her feet. She knew all along that Lance was to kill her. And now, even more, she knew it was inevitable. He had to kill her. It was only part of who he was, and what that b***h had made him become. She heard the song Vermilion pt 2 in her head suddenly. She felt like that was what was going on at that moment in time. She couldn't be real to him, and no matter what Lance did he couldn't make her real. It was as if the lived in different worlds, and she was just visiting his life for one short day. Though they both be vampires, she was a coven leader, and he was a hunter of their kind. Her death would be by his hands. She was going to allow this. Only so that he could get on with his life. Lance didn't need her to survive. At least that's what Raven thought. Just because two people are desperately in love, doesn't mean that they will end up together. Raven knew that in order for Lance to thrive he must kill her. Vermilion Part Two.
The pain in her heart was too much. The fog in her eyes returned once more, and it began to build up inside her. She had been foolish to let the mirror break. Her insanity was her sanity, and she had let him in willingly and blindly. This was her murderer. Her handsome killer. She was in love with this blood traitor, and the rest of the Elders knew it.
The Coven Elders:
They were planning at that moment what to do about it. The younger elders wanted to force her into the fire. " Let her die for what she's doing. She deserves not to live for eternity." Elder Armadeo took the floor. " She is valuable amongst our kind. Her wisdom and ability to look at thing from all angles is important to the future of our kind! She should not be forced into the sun." The rest of the Ancients agreed. It was a unanimous vote that she remain in her current position of power amongst the Elder Coven.
Back at the estate:
Raven could no longer hold back her tears. The crimson liquid matched her eyes to perfection. It stained her cheeks and the sheets on the bed. This was all too much. " Lance," she said softly, " You know that you must kill me. In order for you to thrive, you must commit the murder you were sent to do." Nothing Else Matters.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 12:32 pm
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Didn't have time to make spelling corrections, or grammer ones...
- The Covan Elders Meeting -
The meeting had ended and it was annonimous that Raven not be exicuted for her treatury. All the Elder were now leaving when Harres was pulled aside by Ziekard and Lammeth.
"Harres, we need have a disscussion with you," Zeikard said, looking up at Boman. "Privately."
They were in a parking garrage, of super mall and theatre. The meeting had taken place in an un-used show room in IMax. Harres had been entering his vehicle with his guards (Boman and two other women) and planned to head back to the Estate. He was looking at both Bamon and the two women. They knew he ment for them to wait outside the vehicle and post guard. Zeikard's and Lammeth's guards were with their respective leaders, they too, suantered over and stood out side he vehicle. Small talk began and it eventually grew into gathering discussion about various movies and discussions about planned vacations. This way, tention would't arise to arrouse suspicision between civilians and local law inforcers.
The three leaders were in Harres's Escalade with Harres in the passenger seat and both Zeikard and Lammeth in the rear seating.
"Its a real shame that Lady Raven won't be exicuted," Zeikard began. "Bradanio only saves her becuase he believes she's rightful to the position of the next main head of this sector."
"Yes," Harres aggreed. "I do believe that is the case. Not only that, but there is also the evidence that she does not support are chemical warfare projects."
"She doesn't support the Fido project?" Lammeth asked, looking bewildered.
"Yeah, she supports that one." Zeikard explained. "Its the project led by Lady Rokyo that she doesn't support."
"Yes," Harres dragged. "That is what you wanted to discuss with me, is it not?"
"What is she up to? What is the chemical research for?" Lammeth asked. "My sources tell me there's a little more going on with these chemical plants than mastering day walking and exterminating mutts."
Harres sighed. He wasn't sure what Lady Rokyo was up to. "Over the past couple of years, ever since Lance was brought into his enslavement," Harres explained. "Mass amounts of unrecognizable solutions have been produced and shipped to other plant headquarters in foriegn countries. The chemeicals produced were said to improve the Vampire's entire being, allowing faster regenereation, a lesser need for feeding, and of course, day walking, all achievable through a single solution. But that was the implied statistic. He had a sample of the chemical stolen from the complex and handed to Boman, who's job at the time was to deliver it to Lance. Giving the solution to Lance had been assumed to be the best option at the time. According to the resuls he had witnessed, this soluion, melts flesh to those it is non compatible with, and as for Lance, he is dieing from it. If The chemical is being tested before it is released to other headquarters for production studies and observation with the various cultures, then it should have some revalence to its implied intention." While Harres spoke, he began to input his own theory for this new serum. "Some how, i do not bbelieve this chemical is intented to help or strengthen our race. What ever this serum is, it is being designed and produced out of personal gain. If the chemical is to strenghten us, then why is Lance dying-" Harres had almost revealed keeping Lance in his estate. If anyone were to find out that bit of information, Harres would be would be set flame for treatory.
"You must not forget that Lance is a different kind of breed all together," Lammeth reminded him. "I have tried to have some of my soucres dig up any background or archives that may be linked to Lance, but nothing comes up. They've hit dead end from every start. It's like he never even exsisted until just recently."
"He shows up on the board the reaper of hell, whipping us out," Zeikard interjected, becomming pissed. "That f*cker has nothing else better to do with his time than to go about killing those who would concider him family. Its great that he's dying."
"You forget that he has made exicuting the Fido project fairly easy." Lammeth defended.
"Are You implying that you would want him to live?"
"Yes."
"And why the hell is that?"
"For the same reasnon Raven won't be exicuted and her covanent disbanded."
"And for what reason may that be?" Harres asked.
"Hold on," Zeikard interrupted. "Are you forgetting that she is in love with that demon?"
"Quite your shouting." Harres demanded. The three of them looked out the windows to see if their underlings were easedropping. They were in fact engaged in a large game of hacky-sack. They leaders lowered their voices.
"For all we know, she's been feeding him names and locations of us all, locations of our repective housings, and disclosing meeting locations and scheduals." Zeikard continued in a rant.
"Now that you've mentioned it, how had he known where the last meeting had taken place?" Harres pondered on this for a momment. It was interesting that Lance had been able to find the meeting room so easily and with wasted effort, how he had known about the passage ways of the alternate escape route. "Yes, even though the evidence of this treatory had been present the meeting, she was still resempt from exicution."
"You two don't understand, do you?" Lammeth asked, more out of acusation than anything else.
"What may we don't understand about this treason?" Zeikard with the up most annoyence in his tone.
"The revalence of this matter." Lammeth answered, sounding proud of this. "The advantage that we have over our race."
"What do you mean?" Harres asked, turning to look at him.
"Her Love for him..."
- Back at the Estate -
This couldn't be how they would end, but it was already done. Lance looked down at her as she fell back to the pillows, looking away from him, her crimson tears staining the sheets. This beautiful maiden of his, who's eyes were filled with so much life, so much emotion were dead once again. She had battled furiously against herself and her pride, challenging all those who had a second opinion to her. She stood her ground against those of her power and defended the name of her house. She had been stronger than he in the breif time which they'd known. She fought against anyone and everyone tha had aporblem her being the only female in the the leader's order, and now Lance was in her life, distroying her status and her name. And even though she had been dubbed in the name of treason, she had stood her ground and fought her battles in the defence of herslef, her covanent, her love... for him. All those glorious victories and scu a short while, to be defeated by the one she herself defended. She had protected his name in her house and defended his honor in social meetings. She battled her own sanity, turning her back on her vows, beliefs, and even her own blood, for them... for the mere possibility that they may be together.. so they may can love, something they both have couldn't experience for so long, and now it was gone. She had been defeated by the very person she fought for and indured so many trials, and scandles, and had been mutalated for him to love her. Now she lay beside him, as dead and defeated as Jansen, and it was his love for her that had cuased it.
Lance couldn't possibly do aything more, his time with her had ended, and it was the only chance he'll have to express the very feelings that would be her end. He tried to speak, but no words came to him. He couldn't apologise, that would be disrespectful to their bond. She was commanding him to kill her, and there was no getting around it. Too much of her was apart of him now and losing her would cuase him to loose another portion of his sanity. But what did it matter? She had surrendered to him, there would be no more fighting for their own sake, there would be no more affection betwwen them. There would be no "them" at all. The hurt in his heart was unbarable, the anguish of it churning his stomach. She had hope for them and he had killed it. It was his fualt. But why would that matter? It is his job, to hunt vampires and their leaders. Today would mark the beginning of progress, one Leader would be dead and twelve would remain. He was only doing what is commanded of him. After all, he was a slayer of his kind. He fought back tears when he came to the realization tha she thought him more to be just some slayer. To her, he was happiness, he was joy, fate, living tranquillity... He was love.
With that though in his mind, he moved over her, parting the sheets as he did so. Lifting her up to him, kissed her with more passion than he could have ever known, and, she kissed him back; their lips heated, thier tongues danced in a frenzy of power and lust, both of they're breathing instantly became harsh in the foreplay. Clothing was eventually pulled off. Lance put his arms around her waist, hoisting her onto his lap, she tied her self around his arrousal, and everthing else no longer existed. The two have danced in lust and passion, eatting the other's love, refussing to let go, refussing to stop. They had fallen with Raven landing on top. She waltz, her song in play, her tears flowing down her face and between her breast. Lance pulled her down to him, tasting the crimson liquid, licking circles around her nipples. He forced her to roll over, leaving him a top of her. He swade between her, parting her passion with his own, the song of her moaning teased his pateince. She muttered something, but he hadn't cuaght it, she arched to him, giving her entire beeing to him. With his arms around her, he thrusted foward, drilling her harder, he couldn't get get enough of her, he never will. Her maons became screams, and she shoughted something, but he couldn't make it out. Finally, he released in her, as deep as he could in the warmth which wrapped him. He had dropped her and she fell to the pillows once again. Her hair was everywhere, tears coloring the pillows, cuasing her to appear more pale than she were. She wasn't looking at him then, her eys were shut and her head turned away from him. they both were exusted, gasping silently for air. His arms were on either side of her, bushing down into the bed to keep himself up. "Raven," he had tried to search for words. "Raven... I..." It was then that she met his gaze. It was then that he could make out in her eyes, a plea for help, to be saved. Reading her became extremely difficult with his vision clouding now. He couldn't see past the tears streaming from his own.
- The Covan Elders Meeting -
"Her love, for him?" Zeikard repeated in bewilderment. "And how is that an advantage to us, exactly?"
"None of us are in support of Lady Rokyo's research, and none of us in standing with chemical warfae in the Fido Project. We can use their bond to our advantage." Lammeth explained, a smile in his expression.
"You are forgeting the fact Lance doesn't play by our rules," Harres interjected.
"And even if there was a solid advantage to this tretorous relationshhip, how would we manipulate it?" Zeikard asked.
"Its simple really," Lammeth gave a nod of his head, indicating the procedures to be no big deal. "Whenever he is within her presence, he never attacks us. In fact, according to the events of the last meeting, he actually defended us. Even in Jansen's layer, he fought with us instead of the vise versa."
Lammeth's opinion was sheding light on alot of problems now. "So if we were to make her head and leader in Bradanio's place-"
"Then we'd have todal control over the playing field." Zeikard announced, peicing together the logic in it.
"Both there's still Lady Rokyo and several other factions that are still present," Harres sat up straight and crossed his arms.
"Even still, we do have the better deck no matter how you look at it," Lammeth continued. But if are to illiminate her as a threat, we need to firt whipe out the chemical plants."
"There's a problem with that," Zeikard noted passively. "We can't just have her apointed to as one of the fifty world leaders and just have her send Lance out to begin whiping out plants. That would be treason to the rest of the nations."
"True," Harres agreed. "Then if that's the case, then we'll let them play out till the time comes for action. We'll settle about to do then."
- Back at the Estate -
"I love you," he had finally sadi it, finally got to tell her what he'd been wanting for a long time. His completion lay under him, dying inside from his uncomtrollabe treatory. He knew now exactly what he is to do. He had kissed her once more, and once more, she had welcomed him, she had kissed him back. all it took was a glance to know, it was all he needed. And now was the time to do it.
He streached his wings, pulling a white feather from his left wing, it shape itslef into a blade. The bed began to trimble and he couldn't tell if it were his fear that cuased it or hers, but he was frightened. Cutting his left hand, he marked a line on her stomach where he would puncture her, and drain this agony from her forever. He raised the feather up, grasping it with both hands. She had given up for him, including her own life, and since it was so, then his mind was made up. He would end her anguish. "I leave to you everything..."
He hadn't seen her eyes widen then, hadn't seen her shoot foward to stop him. His eyes were shut tight when he drove the white blade in to her. There was the sound of her air being cut off, then a blood curtaling scream, blood shot from her mouth as she fell back ward, her body panicing and flailing about. Lance hadn't let go. He forced the blade further into her, her screams of torture ringing through every fiber of his being. The blood build up his thoat gushed out over her, it was apparent that her wound was his to share. He was heaving for air, the room swam and the intensity of the pain he felt amplified. He fell over her raving body, which also was loosing strength. The blade had gone though him when he fell, their blood mixed, the serum of of poison visible to the naked eye, swam purple unmixable swirls in hte blod between them. The feather began loosing color as servant entered the room, shock over all their faces, Cocoa following behind them. They had moved to release Raves from the suffering she undertook, but Cocoa ordered otherwise. He saw the feather become completely black in color, the light leaving it, take with it the skin tone of both victims it punctured. It took a while for her screams to die, after a while Lady Raven was as still as her lover. He died with eyes closed and hers the same. He had ginen her everything he had to offer, just as she had to him, their eyes completely deprived of life.
- Three Weeks Later -
Cocoa lay in the chair, half sleep, waitng for Boman to arrive. He had had a good long sleep dispite that the sun shown brightly the roof's sky lamp. There was no special tent on this particular window, it kept other vampires some venturing into the room. Cocoa shift from playing went-a-cop was at his end, and he was growing impatient. He really had to pee. The nob turned and Boman entered the large room.
"Damn you're late!" Cocoa shouted at him, a tad bit upset.
"My aplolgies, i had to eat."
"Eat who? That girlfreind of yours?"
Boman's new girlfreind is a beautiful dark skinned woman. She worked as a docter in Harres's estate. She entered with her hair completly messed. It was nicely groomed before she left the room. "I have some results."
"Well can you crash course it all? Cuase i really gotta pee." Cocoa was pacing on the chair now.
"It can wait till you get back," Donna said in a quite but freindly tone.
She opened the door to let Cocoa out. "Don't you two be doing anything freaky in here!" He bolted down the hall.
Donna giggled at that comment and sat on a stool next to Boman, he sat on the floor. She leaned on him, kissing him deeply.
"I thought i said nothing freaky?!" Cocoa yelled throught the door, scratching at it to be let in. Boman leaned, nearly falling over to push the door open. Cocoa alked over to Donna, who picked up and sat him at Raven's feet. He moved to stand over her, jsut near her shoulder, glancing down as the sun reflected from her face. "Well how is she?"
Donna moved to stand next to him. "I've been running a full body analysis on her since day one, she has completely regenerated all injuries and damage organs The same night she had recieved them. If you look here (placing records and data sheets on the bed so he could review them himself), You can see that her ability to regenerate has tripled since being killed." Donna refered to the fact Raven's heart had siesed beating for several hours, but brain waves and nuerotransmissions were still active. Donna pulled back the heets to reveal Raven's nude body. "She has no visible sign that she had ever being touched. And if you look here (Boman moved to the other side of the bed so he could see the diagrams of the eye examinations that had been conducted), You can see that her eyes are some what different than they were nearly a month ago. I want to show you something, please for give me for doing so." Donna placed several sheets under the girl's arm. She turned to grab an intrument of the side tray and was holding a surgical knife. She stabbed it into Rven's arm and ran the wound down the lenght of her arm.
"The hell are you-" Cocoa exlaimed, but then he became speachless. He flesh and muscles immidiately began to wolve themselves together, closing the injury, blodd purring in a thick swirl of red and purple. The blood stopped flowing when the wound was nothing more than a simple scrath. Raven seemed to be unphased, no sound, no movement, just steady breathing. "Wow." Cocoa explaimed softly and Donna cleaned the blood way and removed the damped sheets.
"I discovered that by accident yesterday. Don't ask how," She added when both men opened their mouths to speak. "Its amazing enough that their both impervious to light now, and it turns out that her entire molecular structure has also changed."
"Meaning?" Boman asked.
Cocoa was speed reading throught the data sheets. "Meaning she's alot more durable now, right?"
"Yeah," Donna confirmed. "Plus her body often produces a mass amount of carbohydrates and caffine, so when active she won't tire to easily. With a little practice and training, she could be as fast as you Boman." She said with a wink.
Boman smiled and quickly became serious again. "So was it the serum that cuased this change in her body, or was it the ritual?"
"I have absolutely no answer to that. When Lance was first diagnosed with serum, it effect his body for a short while. He was already a different kind of being from the start. Now, She is too. I cant answer anything about a ritual becuase such aspects are not in my field of study. The serum is deffinately present as you've seen, but all i know about it is that i just flows within her blood. Nothing else is getting results from her analysis."
"When will she wake up?" Cocoa asked, sniffing her cheek.
"Well, technically, she should have awaken almost three days ago. So i'm pretty sure she'll be comming around soon. Well its about time i left, i gotta do to the hospital and pic up my check. Today's pay day!" Donna kissed Boman off for the evening and headed out the room.
Boman was on his way out along with Cocoa. He turned to look at them. Raven and Lance, side by side, in seperate beds. Both of them with i.v.'s and other chords of sorts and colors, sunning from beneath their sheets to various machines of different sizes and use. He smiled.
Cocoa watched him. "What are you smilling about?"
"Those two... are special." There was a puase for a momment as they both gave their respects to the couple.
"Yeah..." Cocoa replied sincerly. He too, left the room smiling. It wasn't becuase they had both lived. It was becuase Cocoa had been going through the book lately, surfing its pages to the one sheet that held the names of leaders upon its surface.
Raven's name had been crossed out...
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 4:37 pm
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3 Days Later
Raven woke as if from a deep dreamless sleep, only with the dreams. Her eyes began to twitch open quickly. The room was dark, but it seemed as if her eyes had been closed for a long time. She looked around, where was she? Where was Lance? She remembered sharing a passionate moment in time with him, but after that it was all blackness. She looked around, and next to her in another bed, was Lance. He was hooked up to iv's and monitors. He looked so helpless, and then she felt her wrists. She was hooked up as well. She ripped them out of her arms, and got out of bed. She walked over to Lance and shook him gently, but he didn't wake up. She leaned down and kissed his lips. She wanted him to wake up. "Lance? Love? Please wake up?" When he didn't respond she did the only thing she could do...cry and get into bed with him.
The door opened and a cat walked into the room. Raven noticed him, and patted the bed. " Here kitty...come up here and let me pet you! Kitties make me feel so much better." The cat looked at her as if with hatred, and loving at the same time, and walked out the door quickly. Raven was puzzled by the cat's behavior. Then, a woman and a man who looked very familiar walked in. She recognized the man...Boman! Raven protectively placed her arm around Lance. No one was going to hurt him as long as she was there."
The woman rushed over and gasped. She hadn't seen Raven over in Lance's bed. Raven's monitors had flat lined, and caused an alarm to go off in the house. Not that she had noticed. All she cared about was Lance. Boman walked slowly over towards her and Lance. " What's wrong with Lance? Why won't he wake up?" she said as she continued to cry. Boman put his arms around Raven, and hugged her.
"Glad to see that you're finally awake Lady Raven. Please, stop your crying. Dry your tears." He handed her a handkerchief. " Nothing is wrong with Lance, well not at the present moment. He'll be just fine. Raven, this is my girlfriend. She's been taking care of you for three weeks now. You've been in a coma, and more than likely you don't remember what happened."
The woman came over and said, " Raven, did you want anything to drink? Water, tea, Juice? We've been pumping blood into you. We figured that was best." Raven just stared at her. " Why won't Lance wake up?" The woman and Boman just looked at each other. Every moment that she didn't get an answer, she got pissed off. " Tell me what the hell's wrong with him? And why the HELL have i been in a ******** coma for three weeks!? What happened to me and Lance!?"
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