The mansion that day had felt like any other day – Confusion. Since each twin had their own delusional method dealing with her and continual abuse. Crixus was her physical abuser and Crius was her mental fiend. You could say it was an impending cycle she must endure for centuries more until they felt no use for her.A day that she hoped would never come because the outcome she knew would be sever, especially if Crixus was given the go to annihilate her like some unwanted toy. Natasha knew he’d take create pleasure in it for she saw the starvation in his eyes, the maddening twitch in his eyebrows, or his fingers flexing in preparations to violate her in any fashion to satisfy his temperament. Can another vampire as old as Natasha live in fear? Yes, definitely so.
If she had anyone close to convey in about her life. Their words would question why did she stay? Alas, it is far more difficult as they were all blood bonded. If she was torn from them she would die a maniacal magic of the blood she did not realize until it was to late. Though her bond was even stronger to Crius drinking his blood a second time and a third time of drinking? She would loose herself to be lost to loving him and not stopping it. She prayed for another vampire to come. Another vampire that would break this blood bond so she could attack them vindictively. Though this other couldn’t be just anyone either it had to be one equal in strength to the twins? These were dangerous thoughts that she must subdue and not let her twins know.
Until we meet again beauty……
Midnight came and through out the mansion the only monotonous repetition was the grandfather clock chiming. Natasha was taking gratuitous amounts of blood from a servant girl who helped elevate the blood diva’s strength. The girl was evermore beautiful as she laid there limp within the ancient vampires arm. The victim eyes became sunken in by shock when her heart beat came to an absolute stop because Natasha couldn’t stop drinking all of her life-source.It caused Natasha guilt seeing human life she once valued is so ignorantly killed.
But she needed strength and find ways to regain her powers that she lost when her sire was crushed in the London Catacombs. That opportunity, to regaining strength, came from feasting blood like Holy Communion in each kill helped amplify strength. This she learned from Cornelius who used certain spells that aided in the empowerment to do unique things. This is why the twins were so obsessed to find ways in his blood spell book to unleash something unknowest to her.
The girl was lowered down upon the floor easily. So that her body would not thud disruptively upon the ground, especially Crixus, who wanted absolute silent most nights? Arising up she still felt the nectar of semi coagulated blood still running down her left cheek. It stained her beautiful beige nightgown, and invited Natasha’s eyes to look upon the soaked blood in the silken material wanting more. She began to liberate herself out of the evidence and tossing that night gown over the victims face to stop it from reminding her of that accursed mentality being a murder. That explicitly erotic sculpture stretched finding herself completely rejuvenated.She loved how pert her nipples were from the arousal coming into her system. There was no innocent smile on her face as her palms ran over the softness that skin felt as her hand explored down to her hips. A vigorous moan of satisfaction escaped her lips. Thus encouraging Natasha to step over the dead body, head in the direction to the washroom, and take a shower to rinse off the blood that evidently soaked through.
By the time she had showered, dressed, and sitting comfortable on the soft cushion vanity chair brushing out that wet hair the door was breeched. Natasha’s head snapped to see who invaded her room.She’d done nothing to cause any disruption at least this was what her eyes suggested when viewing Crius standing there. His eyes harbored a sort of deep intention that made her quit uncomfortable.
“What is it” she asked. He said nothing.
“Crius…” she nearly screamed in demand for him to answer. He said nothing.
He came so fast across the room giving her no time to stand to protect herself. His grasp around her wrist was a ruling supremacy that chained her to his every whim. Like a puppeteer he pulled upon her roughly and she tried to cease it. They were going somewhere and he wasn’t going to tell her. Through their struggling it infuriated him and the room went visually black. Only impregnated memory from that time was her screaming his name woefully begging him to respond and she was unconscious.
Abandoned for another time……
Natasha awoke in new accommodations that were not her own. Where had Crius taken her? Underneath her felt soft and felt quit comfortable. She was on a mattress. Using all of her abdominal strength she did a sit up so she sat erected upon the mattress. The room was cluttered with crates, barrels, and boxes like some huge warehouse. The light fixtures gave vague revealing to how far back, or how large, the expansion of the warehouse was.Rotating herself in a simple twist she planted her feet upon the ground and arose to inspect this place.
“Hello?” So timidly crying out to see if anyone would respond? All that did respond was her own voice reverberating like an echo back.
Part of her felt as if she was being watched? Each nook and cranny she inspected while staring to investigate while walking through the piled up isles in her bare feet.Natasha wrapped her arms around the front of her torso. Each movement in twisting to the left or right caused her rib cage to sometimes press into her forearms. She felt truly insecure about this. This was not a good sign?
“Natasha Blood. Did not expect you up.”A male voice uttered her name while speaking in relative shock she awoken.Or was it just a façade as he wanted her to wake up? It was hard to decipher. However the man known as Marius, who Crius entrusted her with, began to seep out of his protective shadows.He looked her over like rather audaciously. In her inspections she was rather appalled at how ghastly he was –old with a sort of crippling disfigurement in his spine that left him leaning far to forward over and co-depending on a cane.
“You are mine for the watching” He responded. Viewing her lips about to ask the question of her whereabouts?
“Watching? Where is Crius why did he place me here.” She released her arms from around her chest to literally go out of her way to grasp the man. Yet, he was not just any type of man he was able to subdue her approach by merely casting a glare. She hissed not liking to be tricked.
“Return to your mattress Natasha.” His voice entered her mind if commanding over her. He stepped forward with a limp. His eyes piercing hers if he had a collar about her throat and pushed tugged her backwards. She couldn’t stop her body from going in the direction he wanted.
“Stop it….” She protested. Her hands went up to her head showing just how much his entrance into her mind disturbed her.“ …god damn you …stop it…” she sobbed.
He stopped as he viewed her finally backwards step collide into the mattress edge with the back of her knee caps. She fell tragically sprawled out on the mattress. Withering in agony as he kept her at bay as told from Crius. Whatever type of individual this was he was certainly a creature of great dominatable nature.Finally it stopped and those eyes looked up at the ceiling like a patient would before surgery. His face appeared over hers looking down.
“Good. Now sleep Ms. Natasha until your keepers come for you.” Like a comforting whisper he coaxed her back into a vampiric slumber. How long would she sleep? Why was she abandoned and would anyone find her? These are things that repeated over and over in her slumbering state.
-- Edited by NATASHA BLOOD on Friday 18th of November 2011 08:44:49 AM
"I am unknowable by nature, but you may call me Marius."
The response was just strange enough to make Viktor chuckle. For several decades now the vampires had lived among the humans, had been splashed across TV screens, and were the new rock stars of a world devoid of originality. Yet here he stood in the midst of a tundra speaking to a man who had likely not seen civilization in hundreds of years. Marius de Romanus was a keeper, someone who guarded things for the Council, for the Masters, and for those who could pay his price. To Viktor Haven the man merely looked like a fool. Someone who refused to adapt and would therefore find himself eventually written out of this bright new world.
"Do you not recognize me Marius? Has it been so very long?"
Pale fingers slipped back the fur lined hood of the heavy coat he wore so that Marius could see his face in the light of the torches that surrounded them. Viktor's face was not easily forgotten. The pale skin glowed a rich hue from the kiss of the tundra beyond these walls and his blue eyes sparked like lightning as he faced the other man, chiseled perfection born for winters light. For a moment the other vampire stood as still and perfect as a carved statue and then a flicker of recognition fluttered through his eyes. Viktor caught that moment and let the corners of his lips curl into a smile.
"I heard you were visited recently by the Cursed Children of Ravanna. I would dearly love to know what they brought to your chambers Marius."
A Long Awaited Announcement :
The penthouse apartment where he lived was a sanctuary of sorts, raised above the city like the temples of the old time gods. In those days the city would have been built in the basin of a valley and the temple would be placed on a hill or mountainside as a way for the King or the High Priests to commune with their gods. But those gods were dead. In this place the gpds of the past had been replaced by new things to worship, new means to reach towards the heavens. Yet as he stood in the middle of his home and watched the city before he felt as if time had stood still and in that moment he was somewhere else entirely.
One entire wall of the main living room was completely constructed of floor to ceiling windows and the city was laid out at his feet. Central Park, The Plaza, all of Manhattan stretched beyond him in a whirl of dizzying lights. Even the stars above in the great expanse of night sky were dwarfed by the power of those man made lights. As if man had finally reached a point where he could usurp even the heavens in their abilities. Viktor watched the play of lights and the people that moved below him, their bodies the size of small ants as they scurried about their private practices.
And perhaps this view spoke deeply and truly to how he saw humans now. As ants, tiny little workers that scurried about in their own world oblivious to the truth that was all around them. For how many centuries had his kind hidden among them. How long had secrets been kept except for the legends that filled those tiny brains. Humans had not believed because they hadn't wanted to believe, and now they believed only what their media fed minds told them. The god of technology in all his glory had descended to ring in a new age of miscommunication.
As he looked out on the spread of his empire a pale hand lifted to touch the glass and feel that invisible barrier that stood between himself and the open night air. Fingers and palm pressed hard against the glass and there was no steam from his breath to fog the glass as he leaned in and looked out along the park. His mind raced with the happenings of the last few days and the knowledge that outside his control the weary world trudged on with its little plans and devices.
Turning from the window he looked at Jessie, the man who had been in his employ for several years now as a general tracker and errand boy. The Southern vampire was growing into his power more and more and Viktor had no doubt that soon the time would come when they would have to make a new arrangement. For now though Jessie had finally served a rather unique purpose. Long ago Viktor had grown interested in the lost stories of the vampire kind, in tracking down the last of certain bloodlines, the power lotus's, those who had become minor legends even to the council. Two such vampires had been tracked to London, slipped through his grasp while briefly in New York, and then gone on to the city of New Orleans. With Jessie's rather unique talents helping he now had the key to drawing these two to him like moths to a flame.
"You've done well. I think Marius is best left to me. I know you are eager to return to New Orleans to find this......Lorissa. I will permit it, for now, but I will expect you to keep an eye on the twins and inform me if they make a move. Do we understand each other?"
Marius de Romanus lived at the Northern edge of a mountain range known to locals as The Teeth. It cut across the border of Russia like a gaping wound. Viktor would go himself since Marius would be unlikely to hand anything of value over to a stranger, but he knew that Vennie and Violet would guard his interests well until he could return. There was no doubt of their loyalties, not even Nikita's venomous tongue could sway them from his side. The journey would be long and arduous, but with any luck he would come back with something valuable to his current pursuits.
A Gift and a Warning :
"My loyalty to the Shadow Twins is commercial only, so I will make this trade with you for the superior price that you are willing to pay. They knew their risks in bringing her here."
Marius was not known for loyalty to anyone but the council and since the Twins were persona non grata among the vampiric royalty that left them on the low end of the totem pole. Old as dirt, but they couldn't get any respect. Not everything was about age. Paying Marius's price he found himself led through the underground ice palace of this strange legendary man past rooms that held unknown treasures and relics. Another time Viktor might have been tempted to explore and see what other secrets were within those chambers, but he had come here for a purpose. Until that purpose was accomplished he would not allow himself to be distracted for the sake of curiosity.
Once he found himself standing over the body of the sleeping Natasha Blood he looked across at Marius with an incredulous look on his face. So this was Cornelius's 'key'. Very curious that some twist of fate should bring her here. As Marius left the room Viktor used his fingers to carefully roll back the sleeve of his coat until his pale forearm was bare to the cool air of the chamber. Blue veins traced thick chords down the length of his arm like little promises hidden in his flesh, and one of these was suddenly welling with blood from a flick of his nails against the surface of his skin. That hand balled into a fist as he turned his arm over to let the blood fall towards Natasha's mouth, it's power stirring her from her torpor as he called her to awaken. Awaken to more bondage and further abuse, awaken to slavery, awaken to the world beautiful. It's going to be a bumpy ride.
Memory of collecting an Inheritances within a Torpor dream….
“As promised…” Spoke one twin brother “ ….we are here ..” finished the other.
“I fear I’ve failed in my searches. The Library, nor Cornelius documents written himself shed little bread crumb’s to bring salvations to your brothers ailments?” Natasha said speaking the truth. “ …only alternative is…” she paused, “ leave the city boundaries and be free of this curse. You’d break your promise to my sire but your brother would be free of his…” her voice trailed off.
“That is not an option. We Will not be going anywhere”Crixus who finally spoke into the silence. He wanted to stay, as he had argued so vehemently with Crius the night before. His reasons for that never desperate desire were his to know alone.But in the end Crius had admitted the same, that beneath the worry over what might happen, he too wanted a place to finally settle down. “ We will accept your offering as befits our station. “Crius finished the thought whichCrixus had started. Meaning that as he had told her before, they would drink from her and not from some glorified grail cup at a supper table. They were vampires, they were not mortals who supped with plates and glasses. “ Unless you have objections to this?”
“ I do not have objections from it. Nor do I fear what I’ve been taught to do. It is my station as London’s Master of the City to do this for the sake of my dominion and traditions…” Natasha stated confidently believing the blood bond would bind them to her. So they could not plot against her and only be obedient. Her will and not there own.
After she agreed, from behind Crixus's hand moved to the right of her neck and from in front of her Crius's hand moved to her left. Fingers danced against her throat as they both moved her long red hair out of the way. Both men viewed each other from their opposite sides, flaming blue eyes growing brighter in the darkness as their tones grew subtly louder. Surrounded in their embrace she was frail and inconsequential trapped between those twin pillars of strength and light, consumed in the fiery glory of their ritual madness. Lips peeled back in mirrored expressions as the engorged tips of their canines raked against her skin to draw lines of marking upon her neck on either side. Their chanting ended abruptly and the silence fell so hard and sudden that it was nearly deafening, almost enough to tear a scream from your throat at the madness of such sudden emptiness. Then like serpents they struck an identical blow. On both sides of her neck their teeth punctured her flesh and sheathed their throbbing canines within her. As those sharp extensions pierced her skin and drove deep, the width of them stretching her flesh to consume her, their power slammed into her through her opened veins and would fill her body to the brim with the feel of them as though they entered her mentally, physically, and spiritually, filling her up with their essence as they drank from her. Possessing her as surely as their bodies now possessed hers between them.
“ ….this is madness ...it can't be….wha…..uh…….uh” …Natasha screamed as their feeding on her blood reversed the blood bond. Bonding her to them……
Dream Fades to demolishing part of the bond…
Natasha has since London actively sought out Crius obsessively since the second drink of his blood. Wanting to do all she can for ever favor he wished. In her mind these emotions, these simultaneous feelings of intense love and hate that were uncommon. She could not stop them as he commanded her easily.She tried to rationalize her actions but this bond commanded “respects” to obey the powers. It must have infuriated Crixus to see she had little interest to oblige him anything.For his bond with her was weaker. So she had freer reign to not belong to him. An make use of her strength to case feuds with him?
Viktor’s blood severed something from the twins grasps. Not fully but gaining leverage was the new blood entering her system. In her torpor dream all she could see was suggested effects of the twins haunting her but his presences walked right through them like a 3d hologram making the images disperse. There he was a vampire that commanded her now so easily to awaken. He did not speak to Natasha his thrall. She could not disobey. Through the foggy dream, like there was no ground and no ceiling.Each step felt as if she was floating towards him as if there had been an ordain thread that tugged her nearer and she could not stop herself.First slow and gradual, then faster if she was about to collide into this unknown who waited for it to happen? The mind pulled her out of the dream. With rapid flashes made her beg to cease in her mind. Upon the mattress her head was thrashing back and forth at the summoning from Viktor….
“Natashaaaaaa….” His voice was so strong commanding obedience and loyalties. Though he did not say it but his blood did.
The Awakening….
Natasha’s back arched off the bed. Elbows imprinting as was the back of her cranium into the mattress to support that dynamic arch. Her eyes snapped open to see the same ceiling right before Marius condemned her into Torpor. Heels buried into the mattress to help cause her to crawl backwards and come to an erected sitting up pose. Her head turned left to right out of sheer instincts that she’d catch some enemy trying to shackle her arms –none were there. Then she noticed before her the man in her dreams.
…wait…Natasha moved those swollen full-body lips with the motion of her tongues inspection. It was blood? Her eyes lowered with some caution as she watched her hand dab about her lips. The sensation was familiar as was the smell, but was it ….blood? Pulling her pointer finger away from her mouth she viewed it painted with someone’s blood. Then she looked up at him intimidated with a hit of boldness.
“…what have you done…” she whispered. Well, she knew what he done. However, her concerns were was he going to be a crueler master then those she foolishly was bond to. Or ....
Natasha did not move off the mattress only staring at this stronger vampire, like she once was, with an impervious armor on her face, and trying not to give him too many indications to her thoughts. Viktor was highly attractive one could confess on any other occasion. This one however, she found herself only agreeing he had a charming nature to his authority stare. In silence she waited to learn what was happening and why he chosen her to be at his will…
-- Edited by NATASHA BLOOD on Saturday 19th of November 2011 04:38:17 PM
The trek towards Marius’s lair was a bit like something out of the movie Doctor Zhivago. A horse drawn sleigh, snow steeped against the sides of a path cut by the passage of more modern trucks and cars and the air filled with the moon kissed essence of winter. Viktor held the reigns in his hands and urged the horses to a death pace as they turned off the modern road and felt a sweep of magick that ached at his bones. Here was the turning place into the Teeth of the mountain, the magick a way to keep mortals from trespassing on sacred ground. As the sweep of power raced through them he saw a plume of smoke escape Esheth’s mouth to his right and for an instant he turned to survey her.
His dominion was well in hand with Vennie and Violet left behind to tend to duties, but he had brought Esheth along with him to manage this strange task. He was not entirely sure who the vampire was in Marius’s care, but no doubt she would need aid once she was in their possession. Since Viktor hardly considered himself to be a caregiver he had chosen a woman to come along with him. A woman who also happened to be hundreds of years dead and from a bloodline that ran cold as fear itself, but still Viktor was from a time where women meant maternal and that was not a logic soon forgotten.
“They are only useful if the rumors about them are true. Unfortunately to discover whether there is truth to the rumors one must first put those rumors to the test. If the Twins can in fact enthrall another Master to them through their blood and survive the death of their own Maker then they would be useful for my purposes.”
As he continued his conversation with Esheth he cast a sidelong look at her in the sleigh. Neither of them would speak the name of the Queen, but the implication was there. It wasn’t that Viktor held any real ill will towards the Queen of New York, but he would find his business so much more profitable without someone else interfering with it. If there was even the smallest chance that the blood of these vampires could enthrall the Queen then it was well worth the effort on his part to see that blood put to good use. It wouldn’t be the first time that Viktor had turned a predator into prey. Really, sometimes people made it so easy they practically deserved it.
A New Dawn :
“…what have you done…”
Natasha’s words and the fear that accompanied them fell with honied sweetness to his ears. Yet Viktor remained as stoic as ever while standing there watching her as she pushed back on the bed. The distance she put between them was a good thing, it gave room for Esheth to move in closer at his side like a shadow melting from the wall. Without looking over to her Viktor held out his arm so that she could tend to the already healing wound. It would stop bleeding shortly but since the wound inflicted had been from his own fingernails it would take time to heal completely. He passively held his arm out as Esheth wrapped the wound and then he turned his cold blue eyes towards the door through which Marius had exited.
“I must stay to pay the price for your freedom Lady Blood. You will accompany my companion Esheth back to my home and await my instructions there. If you were to try to escape or contact your Masters you will find my companion to be very…..put out.”
Somehow the way he said it you could tell that Esheth’s version of upset would not include a tantrum. No emotion showed on his face as he looked at Natasha though he spoke to her cordially he tended to see people as pieces in an oversized chess set. He was not a man easily given over to baser instincts and emotions and for now he was simply biding his time until he could discover what it was about the Lady that had made the Twins hide her away at the edge of the known world.
A Price To Be Paid :
Standing before the mirrored wall in a room bereft of light Viktor stripped off his clothes with an expression of feigned indifference. Somewhere behind him he could hear Marius as he moved, the man watching him so hard that his gaze felt like a literal weight. There was little that Marius valued more than this, companionship. In a life devoid of passion or the touch of the outside world his position for the council made him shackled to these mountains and their destitute lifestyle. Viktor had offered him the one thing he knew Marius would never refuse.
Arms to hold him, a body to press against his own, and the feel of someone else in the darkness. Five nights, five dawns, it was an easy price to pay for the keys to a kingdom.
-- Edited by VIKTOR HAVEN on Saturday 19th of November 2011 11:29:20 PM
Eisheth would never consider herself a care giver. Or kind hearted.None in her line were renown for being nice or caring..Even in her mortal years she had been anything but. The change had only amplified what she had always been. And even as Viktor spoke she searched her mind for someone more suited for the task. But even as she considered this...She knew she would join her sheriff. Leaving his side did not sit well at all to the princess,and yes this is exactly how she considered herself as her Sire had sent her here to one day over throw the queen and claimed the crown herself. But that itself was another story. So in silence she sat her small hands folded in her lap. Those whiskey brown eyes never leaving Viktor's face as he gave her the briefest details and telling her to bring a extra set of clothes for her charge.
Into the night they traveled:
The beauty of the snow covered mountain and it was quite breath taking..That was in fact if you did indeed breath. The twist of magicks that it held was even better. And truth be told all this..Save the magicks reminded her of her childhood home. The memory of the cold biting at her as a child sent shivers down her spine. That was one of many things she did not miss. It was the strength of the magick that gave her a start..Causing her to gasp. That rotting death mask sliding over her face a moment...So brief that had he been a stranger...One would of thought they imagined it.
His sideward glance had her looking down. Yes Eisheth, hundreds of years dead and a daughter of Mandrake...Felt a slight fear of this man. But that's why she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.Why she followed him from the comforts of the hotel to the bittersweet cold. Not that she minded really. The hotel was well taken care of by her current pomme and her handmaid. Esh was a woman of few words. While yes she would speak with the sheriff fishing for answers. She too found these twins more then interesting...And extremely useful to her own cause.
"I can only imaging, my Sheriff.But all rumors are based on truth...Even if it is only a sliver of truth."
A small smile would curve over those childlike features.
Her charge has appeared:
When Viktor finally let her tend to his arm she moved quick small hands moving. Those dark hues moving to the woman. She looked so fragile..How could she be the key to anything? But then again...She'd seen greater vampires then what twins were rumored to be..Obsessed over lesser beings..Not that Esh knew exactly anything more then the fact that this woman was a vampire.
When the bandages were set in place..Perhaps her hands lingered to long. But were quickly removed as she step back to the spot where she once stood. A slight question in her eyes as he spoke of the price...Something she had still not asked him about..Nor would she. She did as he wished. It was one of the few things that felt right to her. Bending down she would pick up the small bundle she had brought with her.
"Come Mistress Blood. I do not wish to spend much more time here then I must."
That child like voice was so cold..So void of emotion and almost seemed to echo in the silence of the "room". A nod was given to Viktor as she watched him leave. She had watched her hand maid since childhood do these tasks...Surely she could be slightly humane. Setting the bundle before the woman.
"Dress. Those rags will draw to much attention. "
With that she would turn her back. Perhaps she had a lot of faith in Viktor..Or even herself but she truly didnt believe that this woman would give her any problems
Deep in the recesses of his eyes she could see the satisfaction in seeing her fear fester inside. His presence alone emanated tremendous amount of power that if she was human through his terror she would find a corner and cower. Though in her former life as once being Master of a City she encouraged herself to show small amount of resistances. A slight consideration tempted her to turn her eyes away. Spit that very remaining blood to the side. Let him view how un-lady like it was to spit and show insult for that damnable ego blood forced upon her unexpectedly in sleep. She may be without mark of true skill power to take him on but she wasn’t ignorant. So she remained silent playing submissively withdrawn. Unfortunately upon the bed her fidgeting fingers gave away she was considering her options.
Gradually his arm lifted causing Natasha to inspect it hovering there in waiting. To a human the sight of a wound healing so fast would be miraculously impressive. To another vampire watching this caused jealousy at how faster the regeneration to heal was to the other. Natasha averted her eyes downwards struggling to hide her pride and jealousy. A woman emerged to vanquish Viktor’s last lingering stages to his wound. Who was this unprecedented companion that served him? Natasha inspected the woman during the time Viktor turned his eyes to view the exit door that Marius exited. Was the woman another vampiric thrallor lover to occupy leisure nights when a vampire seeks to merely exist in the mentality as they once did as a human by consummating with the flesh.Natasha uplifted her head as he informed her why she’d been awaken.
“ I must stay to pay the price for your freedom Lady Blood. You will accompany my companion Esheth back to my home and await my instructions there. If you were to try to escape or contact your Masters you will find my companion to be very…put out.”
She launched forward on the mattress and it twisted her legs. They went from being straight in an erect posture to curling behind her that the back of her heels touched her ass. Her palms landed flat upon the mattress wanting to demand him for an explanation why? An why did Crius abandon her here too? As vile as she wanted to inquire Viktor’s blood caused a feudalism of her will power to his supreme control that couldn’t be released. It was as if there was an invisible gag ball embedded between those swollen lips to remain silence until master released it. She retracted back frustrated reaffirming he could hinder any protest for now. If she was a mortal woman those nostrils would be flexing in and out from heavy labored breaths.
“ ..I hope the price was worth it…” she was flattered he released her from this imprisonment. But part of her didn’t like the enigmatic personality so her words held a rather direct smack at him for binding her to him. Since she couldn’t physically take vengeances on him or anyone for that matter?
Natasha eyelashes closed over her eyes turning her head in the direction were she last saw Esheth standing. Then she opened them to view who her keeper was. He called her his companion. That meant Esheth could be deeply passionate to follow orders Viktor’s orders and not be swayed to doing what Natasha might request. Thankfully none of them seem to have the capabilities to read thoughts so it made her relatively comfortable to think over theories to this strange new adventure. The twins, if down stairs doing their own thing, and she was upstairs thinking, they would instantly know these thoughts. Then such plots would be dealt with ten folds for insolences. Not all the time –pending on their mood mind you. If Crixus was in his gluttonous fetish mode to meddle with female or male, Natasha preferred not to disrupt him because he’d really punish her for it. Crius was not so face to face forceful. He did things unannounced keeping you relatively on your toes. Each one with a diverse mood swing but shared the same direct aggression and that was her. Why they hated her so much was unclear?
“Come Mistress Blood. I do not wish to spend more time here then I must.” Esheth’s words brought her back into the present time. Nor did Natasha yearn to stay here any further either. She delayed following orders to dress in her new clothing’s when the bundle was set upon the mattress. Why? Her eyes observed Viktor taking his leave. She pondered what he had to pay the man to not speak to the twins about her release into this man’s authority?Glancing down upon the bundle she began unbutton her shirt before the woman without any modesty. An when she turned around the blood diva upper lip gnarled finding it satisfactory to the privacy. Even though she was assured Esheth was listening to each cloth movement. Each adjustment on the mattress that suggested her weight shifted to dress. Abandoning her cloths on the bed she eased off to begin their trek out of Marius dominion. Along the way she would try to fish for information carefully.
“ Who was that man and why did he pay for my release?” Alright so it wasn’t too careful when asking about Viktor. Yes, it was blunt and to the point. However, they were woman and woman had a tendency not to hold their tongues for to long? Maybe she’d support the inquiry. As she walked close by to the woman Natasha looked over her shoulder to see her old articles of clothing lay there like a sort of mockery to the twin's should they come to find her removed from them. She could only imagine the sound of anger reeling from their lips from Marius betrayal? Withdrawing her eyes from the mattress she paid attention moving through the isles.
