Devin's Apartment

[Devin]

Warning: This post contains spraying blood and NPC death. This is just to be safe.

Tilting his head slightly, Devin Bedard watched the woman chained to the wall of his spare bedroom hang limply, sobbing piteously and beg him not to hurt her any more when she could get the words out. He knew that she had gone home with him expecting that he would take her to bed with him, but, needless to say, she hadn’t gotten what she had been wanting. Instead, he had incapacitated her as soon as the front door had closed behind them and had moved her to his second bedroom, which had been carefully soundproofed and turned into a torture chamber.

He let her beg futilely for a couple of more moments before picking up his hunting knife, the blade catching the light and causing the intricate designs on it to stand out noticeably. “It’s almost over.” His voice was unnervingly calm, seeming as if there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary going on. For him, though, it wasn’t. Everything was perfectly normal for Devin. This was a hobby for him and an often practiced one at that.

“Have you heard of a Columbian necktie?”

His blue eyes were cold as the woman looked to him, wide eyed and disbelieving, almost as if she didn’t believe that he would actually do such a thing. Considering that he had already smashed both of her knees with a heavy pair of bolt cutters, put long slices along her jaw line with a meat cleaver and had taken a match to her left eye, he had been almost certain that she wouldn’t doubt anything else he might think of doing. The one thing he had never done- and never would do- was stoop to rape. It wasn’t his way.

“I’ve always wanted to try giving someone one…” He gave a cold smile. “Lucky you… You get to be my first attempt, Irene.” He always made sure to remember the names of his victims; he took an odd sort of pleasure from calling them by their name as he tortured them. “I’m not going to lie to you- it’s going to hurt- but… it shouldn’t for long.”

He crossed the distance between him and Irene, gripping the knife between his teeth and pulling his white T-shirt over his head, tossing it behind him. Blood just didn’t come out… He didn’t care if it got on the old sweatpants he was wearing- they were already stained with the blood of numerous other victims- but he didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good shirt.

Even though she was about to die, Irene’s eyes moved over his well toned chest, lingering on the howling wolf tattoo just over his heart for a few moments. “I know that the night wasn’t exactly what you had been expecting, but I’m already committed to someone and even if I wasn’t, you’re just not my sort.”

“P-please d-don’t…”

“Too little, too late. If you hadn’t been so keen on getting invited into my bed, you wouldn’t be in this situation. I’d say that maybe you should learn from this, but we both know that I can’t let you out of here alive. That’d cause too much trouble.” By now he was right in front of her, watching as the tears trailed down her cheeks. “You deserve what you’re getting. Keep that in mind while you die.”

Irene gave a harsh sob as Devin stepped back and struck out, slicing her throat open and causing blood to spray. Giving a bright smile, Devin listened to her as she tried to breath, gurgling as he took her tongue and forced it through the slit in her throat. “Well, what do you know? I managed it…”

Wiping his bloodied hands on his pants, Devin watching in satisfaction as Irene gave one last gurgle before dying, he found himself rather surprised that the human had survived the slitting of her throat, let alone having her tongue pulled through it. He hadn’t know that it was possible, but know that he did know, he would have to remember it.

“Shower time…” He would clean up the room later. Or, at very least, get rid of the body, something that he had become quite adept at over the years. He had learned how to sneak a corpse out of a place without anyone noticing. As he headed for the door, he found himself wondering if Kaida had finished with her toy from the previous night. He really did hate the thought of her seducing men, especially when he didn’t actively lead women on, but he wasn’t going to complain. He trusted Kaida, but sometimes, he couldn’t control his jealousy and would kill her victim before she had the chance to even get them anywhere near the apartment building.

Giving a little shake of his head, Devin put the knife on the table next to the door and left the room, closing the door behind him. He knew that he would see his mate soon enough, but first, he wanted to clean up a little and maybe get breakfast going. There was nothing like a large breakfast after a long night of torturing…


Summary: Devin has a human woman chained up in his torture room and killed her by giving her a Columbian necktie before going to take a shower.

[Devin]

Once he was thoroughly washed and the scents of his soap and shampoo had overcome the smell of blood, Devin simply stood beneath the running water, head hanging and eyes closed, enjoying the heat and feel of the spray. To the casual observer, it might have looked as if the werewolf had started to regret his actions- as if the full weight of what he had done had caught up to him and was now weighing him down. At least, until a cold little smile formed, which revealed that he wasn’t regretting his actions at all. Quite the contrary, actually. He was pleased with the way things had gone, how the woman had managed to cling to life for those few brief moments after he had finished with her. That had been exciting.

Stretching slightly beneath the shower spray, Devin found himself wondering who he would find that night. Or rather, who would find him. For some reason, that made it even more thrilling. His victims just walked blindly into his grasp, never suspecting that anything at all might be wrong until he got them back to his place. Once the front door shut behind them, it was too late. There was no chance of escape, something that he made sure of.

Finally deciding that he had been in the shower long enough, Devin shut off the water and stepped out, securely wrapping a towel around his waist before moving out of the steam filled bathroom. Moving towards the larger of the two bedrooms, he was already trying to figure out what he was going to fix for breakfast, realizing that he was hungrier than he had originally thought. Causing a little bloodshed really made him work up an appetite.

[Kaida]

Continued from: Kaida’s Apartment

Kaida strode confidently towards Devin’s door. Her short dress rode up a little as she moved, revealing more perfectly creamy thigh. She looked good and clearly knew it too, evident in the way she moved her body, hips swaying provocatively. At the moment however she didn’t care about anyone other than Devin and had someone come on to her as she lifted a hand to knock on his door – she had a key but knocking an d waiting had its own charm – then she would have simply broken a number of bones in fury.

She leant against the doorframe as she waited, a pleased smile on her face. The scent of her mate was strong, even though the door and it served to prove that he was strong. Kaida could smell blood too, and sometimes she worried that Devin was too careless with his blood spilling. They weren’t the only creatures of the night around after all and the last thing they needed was a group of ‘do-gooders’ doing… good.

[Devin]

Devin was just pulling a pair of jeans and a T-shirt out of his closet when the knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He smelled Kaida and gave a little smile, this one warm and truly pleased, hanging the clothes on the doorknob of the closet before starting for the front door, not bothering to even attempt getting dressed right now. He could do that in a bit because right now, seeing Kaida was much more important, not to mention appealing.

Short hair gleaming in the morning light coming through the open living room drapes, Devin unlocked the door. Unlocking the door, the nasty scar on the inside of his elbow still showing white against his skin, he pulled it open, eyes taking in his mate’s appearance and another smile making its way over his face as he did. As always, she was positively stunning. Had he been the sort, he might have felt rather self-conscious about greeting her in only a towel while she was wearing a dress such as that. As it was, he tilted his head slightly, eyes full of affection as he looked at her. “Morning.”

[Kaida]

Her wolf let out a contented rumble at the sight of Devin in nothing but a towel, a rumble which wound its way through her body and eventually rumbled out of her throat, the appreciation clear in it. All the men in America had nothing compared to Devin and she certainly wasn’t complaining about the amount of chest she could see.

“Morning love,” she all but purred, her Russian accent still slightly audible, even after all these years. With the death of her pack she had tried to put the Russian accent behind her, as she had her surname. Kaida had spent years mimicking Devin’s voice as best she could, struggling to emerge as a new wolf before accepting that the faint foreign twang would always be a part of her voice.

[Devin]

Devin personally loved Kaida’s soft accent. Then again, he loved everything about her, so of course he loved it. There were pieces of his time in Russia that he would prefer to leave behind, but there had been good times there too. After all, if he hadn’t ended up in Russia, he never would have met Kaida. There was no way to know where he would be if he hadn’t met her pack- or even if he’d even still be alive- so putting the bad parts behind him were easy enough. At least, he wanted to say that it was, but sometimes… it was easier said that done.

“Perfect timing, as always.” He stepped aside, allowing her entrance into the apartment. “I was just about to get dressed and try to figure out what I should make for breakfast.”

[Kaida]

She brushed past him, one perfectly groomed fingernail drifting lightly along his chest in a delicate promise of things eventually to come. “I don’t know,” she mused lightly, flashing a wicked smile back to him before her expression settled into one of almost perfect innocence. “I sort of like you in that outfit… nice and easy to unwrap.”

Some might say that Kaida was man hungry, obsessed almost and while she would cheerfully admit that, she made sure that the majority of her attention was spent on Devin and Devin alone. All the men she lured back to her apartment for games and death meant nothing to her. It would take someone resisting, someone as strong as powerful as Devin to make her sway from her mate.

[Devin]

That was more than enough to make Devin decide that the towel would suffice for now. He would do pretty much anything in the world for Kaida and if she liked the towel… well it wasn’t exactly a hardship. “In that case, the clothes can stay where they are for now.” Shutting the door, he locked it due to habit. He wasn’t worried about someone deciding to come barging in- he could handle such a thing with little to no problems- but it just wouldn’t do to be interrupted.

While there was that little possibility of Kaida swaying from him (something that he honestly didn’t realize) there was nothing like that for Devin. He was completely and utterly committed to his mate and there was nothing and no one that would ever make him think of straying from her. She was his everything and he loved her more than anything.

[Kaida]

She waited till he turned to face her before stepped forward, pressing her hands against his chest and enjoying the feel of his flesh against her own. Kaida stretched up slightly, kissing his hungrily. Right now her idea of breakfast revolved around mentally reassigning her claim on Devin. She always felt the same after killing a man, that she had to find Devin as quickly as possible and prove to herself that he was still hers and that she was worthy of being his.

This insecurity angered her wolf, the beast howling in disgust at being so dependant on someone else, even if it was their mate, the only one either could stand having any degree of control over them. “You love me don’t you?” Kaida breathed between kisses, hands stretching up to loop around the back of his neck.

[Devin]

Devin returned the kisses with hunger at very least equaling Kaida’s, his arms going around her waist and pulling her close. As far as he was concerned, Kaida had absolutely nothing to be insecure about. He was hers and hers alone, not to mention exceedingly lucky to be so. He knew that she could do better and the fact that she stayed helped him keep a partial hold on sanity. If he ever lost her for any reason at all, he knew for a fact that he would lose it.

“Of course I do,” he replied between the kisses. “More than anything.” He had his own insecurities, though. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Kaida- he trusted her more than he had ever trusted anyone- but he like to have verbal assurances, too. “And you love me?”

[Kaida]

The need for Devin’s assurances had less to do with the fear of him leaving her – she knew he would never ever grow tired of her in that way, it was one of the reasons why she went to so much effort in looking good. It was almost as if she was afraid the ugly acts she did would somehow reflect on her outward beauty and Kaida loved her outward beauty. She was vain and not ashamed of that fact.

“I love every inch of you,” she assured him, the tips of her fingers lightly stroking the back of Devin’s neck, teasing at the sensitive skin there. “Devin… tell me I’m beautiful… that I’m better than any of these other females in this city. The other wolves… tell me I’m better than them.”

[Devin]

“You’re better and more beautiful than anyone in the world- humans, wolves, whatever-they-are. Never mind the city. There isn’t anyone in the world who can even begin to compare to you.”

Devin meant that with everything he had in him. In his eyes, Kaida was absolutely perfect and anyone who dared say otherwise could just go to hell. He’d even have his fun with them before sending them on their way because one thing that no one did was insult Kaida, especially if they had the desire to keep breathing. He didn’t appreciate anyone insulting him, either, and they would die painful deaths as well, but anyone who insulted his mate… They’d die a death ten times more painful.

[Kaida]

She gave a drawn out shudder at his words, drawing every last scrap of pleasure that she could from them. Kaida could listen to Devin complimenting her all day, despite her wolf’s protest at being so weak. They both loved him dearly but sometimes… sometimes there were random thoughts about how to be stronger, thoughts Kaida tried her best to ignore. It wasn’t as if she wanted to be that strong right now anyway.

So long as she Devin and to a lesser extent, her fun, she would be happy. Kaida looked up at him, the pleasure shining clearly through in her bright eyes. For fun she let the golden amber of her wolf wane through as she pressed her lips against his chest, sighing happily as she did.

[Devin]

Devin could have complimented Kaida all day if that was what she decided that she wanted him to do. It was simply one of those things that, if it made her happy, he would do. Of course, there were a lot of things on that list.

When he felt Kaida’s lips against his skin, Devin couldn’t help the smile that came to his face. Unlike the ones earlier, this smile was soft and kind- loving. He loved seeing pleasure in her eyes, especially when it was something that he had done that put that look there. Nothing in the world- not even successfully pulling off some new and particularly nasty means of torture- gave Devin as much as pleasure as seeing his mate happy and he knew that nothing ever would.

[Kaida]

She loved both types of smiles that came to Devin’s face. The soft ones intended for her alone that reminded her how much he loved her – how much power she had over him – and the colder, crueller ones that promised interesting and all manner of new pain for some poor unfortunate soul. Sometimes Kaida liked nothing better than to watch Devin at work.

“Did you have fun with your toy last night?” Kaida murmured, lips still pressed against his chest so that tiny vibrations from the words could be felt. He had so much patience and it amazed her more often than not. She got impatient and bored so easily.