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Post by Katrina on Dec 18, 2007 13:42:43 GMT
He was hesitating. The pout turned into a scowl. "Eli!" At least his hesitation was not out of disobediance now... the new dog was sick, and the salt would be a real horror. Much as she enjoyed that though...
"Just do it, Eli. If he dies, he dies. I don't care. I'm bored." She threw a bit of bloody rag into the roaring fire, even the flames licking over the blood not breaking into her sulk.
She stalked over to Eli and pulled his head back by the hair. "Salt the least worst of them. Then pour water over him. Make it cold. If he wakes after that, we'll move on to something else. If he doesn't wake..." Her mouth curved into a small smile.
"I know just what we'll do." She pushed his head forward, til it hit Flynn's arm -blood smearing down his face.
"I just love that smell - don't you, Eli?" She licked his cheek - the recoil in his eyes, followed by that beautiful emptiness.. "Oh yes, my Eli." She stalked back over to the fire to wait for the result of the salting, picking up a glass of wine. "Now. Continue."
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Post by Flynn on Dec 18, 2007 20:38:19 GMT
To be completely honest, Flynn was waiting for the end. He was waiting for the time that the darkness would take him and never let him back to the surface. He had never hoped for death before, but over the past two weeks, he had been hoping it would come- praying it would- because at least being dead meant that he’d be free. It was selfish thoughts, he knew that, but he couldn’t help it. He had no clue as to how Eli had survived in Katrina’s service, but it was something that he had accepted that he likely wouldn’t be able to manage. He could barely hold his head up any more and that was only when he was lucky.
He heard all the talk about salt and him dying and couldn’t even bother to be scared of what was and could be coming. Instead, he hoped he would get his wish. Get the darkness that wouldn’t let him out of its grip when Eli had to pour the ordered water over him. If that happened, he wouldn’t have to care any more. He just hoped Mica would be okay and that Blu wouldn’t take it too hard if he was never found- or found dead. Maybe she would even decide to take Mica. That, he thought, would be ideal if it happened. His two best friends taking care of one another.
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Post by Eli on Dec 19, 2007 5:34:23 GMT
As was always the case, Eli had curbed his instinct to recoil physically, even while he was unable to hide the fear and other such reactions in his eyes; he knew better than to react bodily, even when she smeared blood down his face and then licked it away, no doubt leaving a dirty crimson streak down his cheek and jaw, unsettling his stomach and riling his already irritable wolf. The moon was another two weeks away, but he was still young, still vulnerable to influence, and he hated it. Hated himself for it.
The declaration that Katrina had an idea disturbed him, if only because he knew more or less just how the vampire’s mind worked, but he kept himself silent, as always, and looked sympathetically to the beaten wolf, swallowing his hesitation to get to work as he was instructed.
I’m sorry, he said without words as he did as he was told, cringing as he applied salt to the wounds Katrina had indicated, swallowing down the familiar taste of bile while he did so, the animal within writhing and protesting to the process.
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Post by Flynn on Dec 21, 2007 0:58:37 GMT
Flynn barely managed a soft grunt of pain when the salt connected with his wounds. He wanted to fight- or even to scream- but he didn’t have the strength to do either. Instead, he stayed where he was, darkness threatening as he tried to decide if he should really give into it as he wanted or if he should attempt to stay conscious. The latter seemed like too much trouble and, in all honesty, he didn’t want to. That, he supposed, answered his question. There would be no more fighting off the darkness. If it came, then it came, and he would greet it with arms wide open, so to speak.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t coming fast enough. It seemed to be coming slowly, taking it’s sweet time, almost like it didn’t know if it really wanted to come to him any more or not. Then Eli applied salt to a wound that seemed to make lights explode in front of his eyes the pain was so much. Then, finally, the darkness came and took him. Now he didn’t have to worry unless he actually woke up again.
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Post by Katrina on Dec 30, 2007 0:48:54 GMT
It was Eli's slowing that alerted her. He wouldn't slow down unless he was ordered to - there was only one other explanation - that he knew she would be angry.
She moved from where she'd been leaning swiftly, grabbing Eli by the shoulder and throwing him aside, salt and water spilling everywhere. The pathetic thing had slipped into deep unconciousness. She'd seen it often enough. She'd broken his body before she could completely turn his mind. Her lips parted over her fangs as she gave an angry sound. It had been so close - he was just too weak.
She turned on Eli, standing over him, fangs shining and anger making her eyes flash. She knew he'd not done the breaking, but of course that didn't matter. He now sat where he'd fallen, salt in patches on his clothing and the waterbowl seeping. Her boots were damp. She looked down at the wet patch on her toe and without pausing sent her leg in a brutal kick to Eli's temple.
The mess increased, and he did as he was meant to - falling, stumbling, returning to her side. "Oh my Eli." She moved over to him - the skin on his forehead split and bruised. Threading her fingers through his hair, pressing on the forming bruise, she crooned softly. "I thought to give you a brother, my Eli. I should have known he'd be stronger than you."
Nevermind that she'd broken Eli as a child.
"Go. Clean this waste up. I have plans for him."
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Post by Eli on Jan 14, 2008 0:31:24 GMT
Even before Katrina had moved, Eli knew he’d given the situation away, and while part of him had hoped he would, the timid side of him, prominent as it was, cowered in preparation as the vampiress strode closer, not doing so in time before she threw him away from Flynn, a quiet gasp of muted shock the only sound he released as he froze where he fell, hair cast over his temples and eyes, shielding them from view.
The futile attempt to fade from her focus failed, the kick snapping his head to the side and down, but it spurred him to react as he’d been trained to; even with pain throbbing through his head, his vision blurring in what some might label an alarming fashion, he stumbled and picked himself up to move back to be at Katrina’s side, keeping his heavy breathing as quiet as possible as her attention turned to him, her voice and the scent of his own blood sliding over his senses.
Derisive comments were nothing new to the young male wolf, but he had been trained to feel each one, not ignore them; he flinched slightly at her words, at the disappointed flavour of them, before he muttered a confirmation and went about doing as he was told, as quickly and efficiently as possible, using the back of his sleeve to wipe blood from his brow before it could trickle further down his face.
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Post by Katrina on Feb 5, 2008 11:23:51 GMT
Katrina watched Eli move clumsily to clean up the blood from the near dead werewolf. She could feel death hovering near him. For a moment, she pondered turning him into a vampire. The idea had merit. Whether or not he would continue the lycanthropy, she didn't know. Her lower lip formed a small pout as she thought. He was supposed to have been fun.
No. I'll not turn him. He should just die. A waste of my talents, and a weak body. I need a strong body and a strong will for it to be as I like - this one's simply pathetic.
As Eli finished and lay Flynn on the floor, his manacles undone, she saw the corner of her brand peeking out from a rag of what remained of his shirt. Annoyance flickered across her face. "Next time, Eli, we won't brand them til they're broken. My name doesn't belong on such weakness." She walked over to him, seeing the inevitable flinch.
"My dear Eli.." she traced her fingers over his shoulders as he stood before her, head down. "We've been together so long I forget that you once had to be broken yourself. Tsk." Her fingertip traced nearly sensually along his neck. "But I made you my own, didn't I. Maybe we'll find you a little girl." She laughed softly. "A bitch for you. I could have my own breeding pair... throw parties... oh the idea has merit, my Eli."
She crossed her arms, looking at him for a moment. "Ah well. I'll think on that. It would be hard to find a bitch for you anyway - forcing her upon you would be even harder - I mean - look at you." She shook her head. "Ah Eli. You'll just have to be mine."
But what to do with the body. Katrina thought quietly, her fingers moving to Eli's hair, stroking it as though he were nothing more than a lapdog.
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Post by Eli on Feb 23, 2008 5:08:01 GMT
Had he known of Katrina’s thoughts, Eli would have been grateful the vampiress had changed her mind. He wouldn’t have wanted to watch her try to change Flynn only to kill him; their blood did not mix well, werewolf and vampire, and while not toxic to one another, there was only so much of it they could take, respectively. He knew vampires could ingest wolf blood from experience, all too well, his neck practically stinging just at the thought, but he also knew about the opposite; more than once Katrina had ordered him to dispose of a troublesome individual of her own race, and the taste… the word ‘foul’ hardly began to cover it. Cold, clotted blood, what little of it there was, was hardly refreshing on the palette.
The thought of a cross between the races, impossible as it was, would have been enough to chill Eli. But they remained divided, wolf and vampire, neither able to infect and ‘taint’ the other. It was almost comforting to him, at times.
Even after so many years, decades, countless days of Katrina’s derision and abuse, it still hurt every time; sometimes the words were worse than anything physical she could do to him, and he felt small, weak and useless, as she spoke to him, down to him even with his taller height, head bowed as it was. He still towered over her, and had always disliked that.
But as Katrina’s fingers stroked through his hair, he knew better than to fidget, knew to stay still and let his mistress think, let her concoct her plans and then make more demands of him, demands that he would carry out without hesitation. Whether or not they were to her liking, of course, was another matter entirely, and never something he could anticipate or judge accurately.
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Post by Katrina on Apr 11, 2008 10:33:00 GMT
The thought of a bitch was amusing and Katrina allowed herself the daydream for a while, of course oblivious to Flynn's body, or Eli's discomfort. Flynn simply didn't register to her any longer - she'd broken that toy. Her reverie went on for a while - the salt began to dry on Eli's pants. After a while, Katrina let go of Eli and stood. She was hungry.
She could do two things now. One - get rid of this body - and two - eat something. Perhaps send Eli to bring it to her. The red haired vampire pouted sulkily. This was not fun in the slightest.
"Come Eli. Get the car. We're dumping him. And I know precisely where." The brand of her name would send a message, and if he survived, well, she'd just have to kill him later. It would have to do.
Katrina hated making do.
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Post by Eli on May 11, 2008 20:18:35 GMT
By contrast, the idea of any other wolves under Katrina’s hold was nothing short of frightening to Eli. As it was, the past two weeks had been terrifying for him; every time Flynn had frustrated Katrina, Eli had felt himself cowering back and away, which was, sometimes, enough of a provocation for the female vampire in and of itself, causing her to lash out, either verbally or physically.
His attention captured by her voice, Eli looked up from where he had buckled to the ground, his posture kept low in submission, as if she were a dominant wolf and he a subordinate. But he didn’t hesitate for long, already in the process of lifting himself from the ground, ignoring the water and salt that had splashed or spilled over him to do as his mistress commanded, headed obediently for the stairs.
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Post by Katrina on Jul 19, 2008 1:31:53 GMT
Katrina looked sulkily around the basement. There was blood all over Flynn's body - yet the flesh where the manacles had torn, the least of his wounds, had a pinkish cast. The mind had gone over to death, and the body simply hadn't figured it out yet. She scowled, kicking the body viciously.
She played with one of her daggers idly. She could just finish him now. Dump him as a threat, rather than a warning. There was always the option of cutting his throat when he was dumped... then he might be found dead, the blood loss over time would be enough to finish him, since he wouldn't be found immediately. She knelt beside him, running her dagger through the threads that were left of his shirt, watching them tear and fray - finally snapping as the razor sharp blade made quick work of the soaked fabric.
She balled up the shirt and threw it at Eli. "Move, dog! I want the car ready immediately!" Then she put one knee down to balance, ignoring the blood and salt that seeped into her pant leg. Eli would clean it. With her dagger, she made a series of cuts around her name, until the flesh was barely attached. It would heal horrifically - this she knew - her name surrounded by white and red scar tissue. For as long as he lived. If he did.
Slightly mollified, she stood as she licked her blade clean. It would have brought the shadow of horror to the wolf's eyes, and she nearly purred at the memory. She'd just have to get another one. But for tonight... she'd leave her calling card.
It was the polite thing to do.
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Post by Eli on Jul 21, 2008 21:19:35 GMT
The shirt hit him in the side of the shoulder and he flinched, a wounded, wolfen sound emanating from the base of his throat. Delaying too long would only anger Katrina further, and grabbing the tossed shirt to toss in the trash on his way up, and stumbling only once as he straightened again, trying too quickly to move on and obey his mistress, he headed for the stairs leading up from the basement.
Eli knew that he didn’t really want to find out what Katrina was going to do with Flynn’s beaten body, but regardless of how he felt, he would find out anyway. Eli didn’t get to make choices, didn’t really know how, ultimately, and that was that. He obeyed. That was really all his life was about. As he climbed the steps up to the house, he pushed down anything and everything he was feeling.
Continued at: The Front Lobby.
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Post by Katrina on Oct 3, 2008 8:45:21 GMT
Katrina stalked up the basement stairs. Eli would come down for the body - there was no question. She moved up the stairs forcefully, her face in a sullen frown as she considered where to drop this waste.
The corpse's things were still in the corner. She hesitated. His license and wallet were identifying measures... they'd probably be best returned to his body. The idea of a loved one coming in to find him in his state...
Suddenly Katrina smiled. That was a charming thought. And of course the polite thing to do. In addition, it would add confusion to his mutilation. Her smile widened just a little - the papers would pick it up. That would provide entertainment for a day or two while the city wondered. Her name in the paper - lovely.
Katrina walked the rest of the way up the stairs, and up to the front lobby. Eli would bring the car.
She was humming as she reached the top. An old lullaby...
Continued in:The Front Lobby
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Post by Eli on Oct 13, 2008 0:47:22 GMT
Continued from: The Front Lobby.
Letting Katrina up and out before he went down, Eli kept his gaze lowered and averted, as his position dictated, making his way towards the slumped, unconscious werewolf against the wall, going through with the vampiress’ commands without hesitating or lingering too long. He had yet to bring the car around, the task one on a list that always seemed so long, the end unachievable, out of sight and therefore out of grasp, but he always did his best, as he should.
Carrying Flynn was easy; he felt like dead weight, disconcerting to say the least when Eli had turned the younger male himself. He wondered then how many others like Flynn there had been; how many he had been allowed to attack and infect with lycanthropy without warning. His stomach turned into a tight ball of ice, but he couldn’t let himself dwell on any of that. Katrina was waiting for him. It wouldn’t do to keep her waiting.
Continued in: The Front Lobby with Flynn.
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