Born of a father's dream, I lived my life in a nightmare. I lost hope so long ago, I no longer know how to believe the good is real. ||21+ MC Roleplay ||
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MEMORIES FORGOTTEN, RESURFACING w/@Mary_M_Luce
Lyric: In the past few days, I had been poked, prodded, and had enough wires attached to me to light up a nuclear power plant. These people kept telling me I was not their prisoner, that I was their long lost family member, however I wasn’t allowed free reign anywhere in the facility. They tried to tell me it was for my own good, they needed me to stay in this “hospital room” so they could observe me until they were sure I was okay. Okay? What the hell were they talking about? They were the ones that abducted me from my home! They were the ones that manhandled me and knocked me out! These people were not my family. I had never seen any one of them before in my life. These people were strangers to me. And why the hell did they keep calling me Lyric?!
This evening was apparently different. After I was finished with my meal one of the larger males had come down and was talking about getting me out of my room for a bit. With serious trepidation, I agreed, if for nothing else, to get another look at some of the building they were keeping me. The one time I had escaped, I only got a look at a very long hallway, and giant weight room. I wanted to scope out a little bit more of the place.
I don’t know if I had ever seen a larger ego in a person before. The male that escorted me around was so full of himself, I was sure he believed with all his heart that his shit never stank a day in his life. Idiot! Cracking jokes the whole way. I was only half paying attention. I was more interested in where we had been, where we were going, and how we were getting there. I was trying to map this whole place out in my mind. Unfortunately, we didn’t go all that far. He opened up a door off the main hallway and waved me in. It seemed to be an office of sorts. A couch, a couple of chairs, and a desk occupied by a fairly young female. Interesting … how many human pets did these people have?
The male walked in and gave the female a kiss. “I’ll be outside if you need me.” Then I watched as he took his leave and shut me in with her. Moving my gaze back to her, I lifted my chin, unsure of exactly what was coming next.
Mary: [Rhage was nervous leaving me with Lyric, not knowing exactly what she would do. She had no recollection of any of us so it’s not like she remembered that I was her aunt. I very slowly  came around the desk and sat in the chair next to her so that we were on the same level. It seemed appropriate since I am human, for all extensive purposes, and being seated at the desk would give a false dynamic.]
I know this is all very strange. I can’t even imagin what you are feeling right now. So I suppose I should start from the beginning and tell you what we know and try to fill in some of the blanks.
As you may or may not know, by leave of 'The Creator', has two children. The Scribe Virgin was granted the ability to perform a single act of creation (birthing life from cosmic spiritual energy), which she expended to bring the Vampires into existence. But there is a yin to her yang. A malevolent, mystical figure who has targeted the Vampires for extinction out of resentment directed toward The Scribe Virgin. The Omega, he exists in a non-temporal realm and has extensive powers, though not the power of creation (he can do so with flesh, but not with spiritual energy). He created the lessers and kidnapped you and has kept you prisoner all these years.
You are at the Brotherhood compound. You were born here at the Manse, to the Chosen Layla and the Brother Qhuinn of Lohstrong, over 94 years ago. One night, your parents along with another Brother Phury were transporting you and were ambushed by lessers and you were taken from us and they were all killed.
[I watched as curiosity, morphed into surprise and a flicker of anger. I doubt she would believe me. She didn’t /just/ have a case for Stockholm syndrome. This was completely different. Because she was kidnapped as a toddler she would have have absolutely no memories … at least I don’t think. I probably should have asked Rhage and Wrath about that.]
There’s more … [I waited as you digested the first set of information.] You have a twin brother.
Lyric: Pacing across the room, I abruptly accused this female, “Lies! All lies!” She was trying to fill my head with the foulest of lies. The Omega has fought tooth and nail for everything he’s ever had. It was not his fault that “The Creator” favored his sister. He had been treated like the shit scraped off the bottom of a shoe all his existence. He has only ever tried to earn his due. Not to mention this whole suggestion of me being the offspring of a lesser race! How could she insinuate that I was one of them?! One of The Scribe Virgin’s creations? I was so much more than that. I was The Omega’s only living heir. There had only been one before me. But, I was the mother of The Omega’s young, the queen of his race. There was no way I would believe one word coming out of this human’s mouth.
Taking a seat in front of the female, I leaned back with my arms crossed, and went on, “If this is your way of trying to get me to turn on my maker, you’ve got the wrong person. I know exactly who I am, who I am not, and where I belong… and that is not here.” A twin brother! Pfft! Nice try. The only brother I had was The Omega’s other heir, and he was long since dead. From what I had been told, he had been ignorant and greedy. I wasn’t a sucker. My creator had many flaws, one of them being his capricious behavior with all other people. Somehow, I had managed to outlive everyone else, so I knew I was special. Trying to make me think otherwise was a fool’s errand.
Mary: [I knew she suffered from an acute case of Stockholm syndrome, a version of it so I came prepared.]
You remember what you looked like when you were little yes? [I signed in relief as she nodded as it would solidify the next part of my plan. I went to the box and got out Layla’s meticulous timelined photo album and handed it to her.] Here.
[I watched as doubted whatever I gave her and the preceded to open up the cover and viewed its contents. I knew each page by heart. All the shellans did, when we got together we would sit with Rhampage and view all the pages of the album to make sure he would always remember his twin sister and his parents. Blay always made sure to go through it at least once a week. I kept the sob that was threatening to release at the his recent death and tried to focus at the task at hand.
I knew it wasn’t enough, she would accuse us of doctoring the photos so … I took out my cell phone and showed her a few videos knowing that there was no way for us to doctor those through growth unless we really had video footage. Apparently, she never seen herself in video form. Guess the Omega wasn’t keen on much technology.]
Lyric: As she pushed the tome across the table, I tried hard to hide the trepidation in my soul. What trick did this human think she was going to pull? There was nothing this female could show me that would change what I knew in my gut. Yet, curiosity tugged at my conscious and I reached out to pull it in front of me, anyway. As I ran my hands gently over the cover, a sense of unease tingled up my spine and I almost didn’t open it. Then I remembered, there was nothing this female could say, do, or show me that could weaken my resolve in who I was, and I threw open the lid of the codex.
I was not prepared for what I saw, nor the emotions it unearthed. There were what appeared to be pictures of myself, with numerous people, one of which was the female sitting across from me. But the one that captured my interest was one where I was seated on the lap of the most beautiful female. She had mine own lips. With her was a male, whose eye, I swore were like looking in a mirror. I reached forward with one finger to caress the photo, before slamming the cover back onto it. “Lies! More Lies! I don’t know how you did it, but these are not real.” They couldn’t be. It couldn’t be me. I was His. I belonged to Him.
Then she pushed something else across the table at me. I had never seen anything like it. It had moving images on it… only on one side, though. The other side was plain. Flipping it back over I watched in horror as this little being, that looked just like me, danced and played and hugged and ran … with all the people in the pictures. I could feel agitation bubbling up inside me. Confusion, dismay, ire … all at once it slammed into me. This was all so wrong! I flung the thing across the room and into the wall, shattering its face, but it still taunted me with those visions.
Turning back to the female sitting across from me, I hissed out. “I don’t know what you are trying to do, but it’s not going to work.” Then it hit me. They think if they can make me believe I belong with them, that it will make me turn on my true sire. Interesting tactics in torture. They somehow think I know something that will help them in their quest to stop him. Well, the laugh’s on them. My master is smarter than that. He doesn’t give away those secrets to anyone. “I will never turn on Him. You will have to try much harder than that,” I nodded to the collection of pictures in front of me and pushed it across the table at the female, “to get me to talk.”
Mary: [Great, now Rhage will need to buy me a new iPhone but I inwardly grinned knowing he’d be happy to knowing he could throw Apple into #Vishous’s face although Blackberry has been obsolete for a few years now.
I remained seated and did not react to her temper tantrum as she spewed her hate. I knew this wouldn’t be easy. It's been decades since she was stolen from us when we thought she was dead.]
Lyric, we are not asking you to do anything. Especially right now. We are just trying to explain our side of this story and why you are here now. To show you how much we care and love you. We don’t want you to have to turn on anyone. [I was interrupted when I heard a knock at the door. Getting up and opening it, I see @BellaAhgony in the hall with the few things I texted her to bring to me. #Rhage still at the ready standing next to her. Gathering the things, I thanked her and smiled at #Rhage and closed the door again.
I sat back down and picked up Lyric’s old baby blanket, two stuffed dragons, one with a missing eye and one with some patches and some well loved books from the basket and placed them on the table. She eyed them warily and slowly reached for the stuffed dragon. I hoped it will help trigger any memories of her twin brother #Rhampage and how they use to each have the same set.]
Lyric: How could this human think I would believe anything she said to me? I had been accosted and ripped from my home by /her/ people! Now, they were trying to make me believe I belonged to them? I belonged to the Omega, not these vampires and their human pets! There was nothing they could say or do to change my mind. I was the Omega’s chosen one. That was what I was called as a young, “The Chosen.” When I was finally given a name, it was Leda, meaning mother. His followers always told me, I was born to be their mother. I was chosen to be their mother. I was His, and only His. Everything I knew about myself was connected to Him.
Then there was that name again. “Lyric.” That name meant nothing to me. But, I let them continue to use it. I would not give them my real name. They didn’t deserve to know it.
Suddenly, there was a rap on the door and I whipped my head around, waiting for some kind of attack. But, it was only another female, with an armful of items I was sure were supposed to bring back old, buried feelings of some sort, or at least I’m sure that was what the human was expecting.
I watched as the human laid out the items in front of me, some sort of rag, more tomes… that couldn’t have anything in them, as they had but only a few pages, and a couple of ... strange, fake ... dragons? Is that what those are supposed to be? I picked one up, because I wasn’t sure. It was so tattered and beat up, I had to look close. I twisted it around in my hands as the scent of it wafted into my nose. Another barrage of emotions washed over me. Feelings I didn’t understand, that I didn’t remember ever feeling before, ones that brought a tear to my eye, and not because I was hurt so badly that they wouldn’t stop flowing, but for some other, strange reason. Looking down, I caught the symbol of an “R” on the tag of the little fake dragon and promptly tore it’s head off.
Raising my ferocious gaze to meet the human’s, I held back my rage, and firmly responded, “I. Am. Done. Here.” each word dripping with the disdain for this whole conversation. “Bring me back to my room. Now!”
Mary: [Good Lord, she was stubborn which only made me smile. She was this way when she was a toddler as well … takes after Qhuinn, bless his soul. I wish he and Layla were here with us. And now Blay. I felt a pang in my heart knowing the we lost him rescuing her. We couldn’t stop him knowing he would be her only parent left. He refused to be on the sidelines. He help hope for so many years that Lyric was still alive and well … along with #Qhuinn. He had been a shell of a male when they went missing.
I gathered up the albums, and toys knowing #Fred could fix up the dragon stuffed toy for her and placed them back in the basket. I would have the doggen out them in her room to allow her to reacquaint herself with her past. This was going to take some time I knew that … but it still felt great to have her home again even if she hated all of us.
I went back to the door and saw my hellren standing there. He knew what had been going on, vampire hearing and all, so he gave me a great big hug and kissed me on the lips and then on the sides of my neck. Though he could not feed from me to survive, he still showed the very romantic vampiric gesture.]
She wants to go back to her room. [I told him and he nodded, ushered me through the door and closed it behind me.]
“Don’t feel bad … we all knew that this would be another battle for us to overcome. You’re doing great Mary.” [He picked up the stuffed dragon he had given the twins when they were just a few months old, now missing his head and I could feel him hurting inside. Placing my hand over his heart I hugged him tight against me. Hoping everything would be ok.]
Lyric: The female left the room and took all her little tools of mental destruction with her … finally. Did they really think a few pictures and some kind of mini fake dragon would be my undoing? Not likely! I was not this Lyric person they kept telling me I was. I was Leda, mother and queen of my race, heir to the Omega. I was not one of them. I did not belong to the enemy. These vampires slaughtered my young! I was at war with these monsters, and now they have kidnapped me from my home. Thank the Omega, they had no idea who I really was. I would probably be tortured and killed. Then again, I’m sure once they realize this nice guy routine isn’t going to work, they will probably result to torture. But, that’s okay. My master has made sure I was able to deal with that. It was in my upbringing. Every time I did something wrong, I was punished severely for it. It strengthened me, gave me power, power to live through anything. This would be just one more thing to live through. He would come for me soon. I just had to hold out. #MemoriesForgottenResurfacing #ISBDBRP
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EXPLORATIONS AND ANGUISH: A FLASHBACK
Flashback:
Punishment was nothing new to me. It was part of how I knew The Omega cared. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t punish me so harshly when I did something wrong. If I meant nothing to him, he wouldn’t care either way. But, he did. He cared a lot, and it showed in the extent of my punishments.
This time, I wasn’t fully sure what I did wrong. All I had done was found my way down a new hall, a new extension to the place I called home. There had been a panel, in a wall, that opened up into a long hallway. I had never noticed the panel before. It had always looked like part of the wall in Mr. E’s office. I happened stop in to see him, and when I saw he wasn’t there, I noticed the panel, half open. So… my curiosity got the best of me… this was typical of me, and I had been punished many times before for it. This time had been especially harsh, though. Anyway, the panel was open, so I went through to take a look.
As I walked down the long hallway, I had a strange sensation that caused fear to invade my very soul. This fear had nothing to do with the idea that I probably shouldn’t have been there and everything to do with an odd pull in the direction of one specific doorway. When I got to be about two feet away from the door, every part of my being told me to turn around, run, get as far away as I possibly could, but my feet wouldn’t move away. Instead, they strode onward, toward the door, until finally, I stood in front of it.
Reaching my hand out to touch the doorknob, I could feel the apprehension rush through my veins. There were sounds coming from inside, sounds that should have stopped me, sounds telling me that there were a number of people inside, and if they were on this side of the panel in Mr. E’s office, they more than likely were not going to want me to waltz in. But, my body wasn’t listening to my mind and it turned the handle, anyway.
I didn’t get much of a look around before three males tackled me back into the hallway. What I do remember was lots of medical equipment, beeping machinery, tubes and wires, all leading to a female on the table in the middle of the room. I didn’t get a look at her face, but she had long, blonde hair that flowed down off the edge of the table like a platinum waterfall.
The next thing I remember was waking up, tied face down, on a table, in this room, and someone was taking a metal flogger to my back. The pain had been excruciating! No one had ever used a metal flogger on me before. They had used leather ones, but this one was made of tiny chains with hooks on the end for maximum injury. I don’t know how long they punished me, due to the fact that I ended up passing out. But, it had to be quite a long time. When I woke up, the amount of blood that covered the ceiling, walls, and floor of the room I was in was unlike anything I had ever seen before. They must have waited until after I passed out, then unlocked me from the shackles, and left me unconscious on the floor.
Now, I sat on the floor, still dripping into a puddle of my own blood, hair sticky and stringy from all the spatter. Thing was all I kept thinking was, how was I going to get back to that room?
#ExplorationsAndAnguish #ISBDB
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LEDA PT II
“Doc!” The giant male called down the hall.
“Shit!” I frantically scanned the hallway behind the large male. I had to get out of here.
About fifty feet behind him, a slender, blonde female had poked her head out of a room and looking in both directions, allowed her gaze to fall on the male in front of me. “Jane’s in surgery. What can I help you with?” She responded as she exited the room and slowly made her way down the hall. She didn’t get far before recognition sparked in her eyes.
“Great!” I thought to myself. Now, I have two people to get away from. While the male was distracted with the female’s response, I bolted through the door just to my right. I wasn’t sure where it would take me but, it had to be better than the position I was currently in.
Or was it? I got about half-way into the room before I realized it was a locker room and about five males, in varying degrees of undress, were standing in front of me with shocked looks on their faces. I stopped, dead in my tracks, probably looking just as stupefied as they did. Well, this wasn’t going to get me out of here. I turned to see if I could make it back out the door but, the male that had caught up to me in the hallway had rushed in behind me and clamped his hand around my arm. I struggled against his hold but it was much too firm. “Let go of me, you fucking savage!” I screamed.
“I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m trying to get you back to bed.” He stumbled on his words for a minute. “Bed, room… not bedroom, the bed in your hospital room. Ah, fuck! You know what I mean.”
I wasn’t sure if he was making an attempt at being charming, or if he was just that oafish. Either way, I wasn’t amused. Still struggling against the force of his grip, I tried one more time, “Let. Me. Go! I don’t need to go back to my room. I need to get back home.”
“You are home. You may not recognize it because it’s been years… “ His voice trailed off as the female that had spoken to him out in the hall poked her head in.
“Everything okay in here?” She asked.
“I’m just trying to get our guest back to her room.”
I scanned the room again. There was no way out of this that I could see. One male with a vice grip on my arm, seven more now standing around watching, and the one female in the doorway. I was going to have to bide my time until things were a little more quiet to try this again. As my thoughts of escape were put on the backburner, what the male had said finally sank in and I swiveled my head back to him. “This is not my home!” I knew it wasn’t another safe house. These males were not of my blood. I could tell. I knew my own kind. These people could try to trick me all they wanted. I knew the truth.
Understanding flooded his eyes and it enraged me, as did the words that came out of his mouth. “Lyric, this is where you come from. You haven’t been here since you were very little but, I assure you, this is your home.”
This male was doing his best to entrap me. Maybe, they knew exactly who they had captured? Either way, I wasn’t going to confirm it. “My name is not Lyric, and stop lying to me! I know of your tricks. You can not fool me.” Suddenly, I felt a slight prick in the side of my arm. Flustered, I turned to look. The female had stuck me with a needle. “You bitch!” was the last thing I muttered before losing consciousness.
#LedaPtII #ISBDB
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LEDA PT I
Waking up in a foreign place, it took me a minute to regain my equilibrium. As I did, I scanned the room I was in. It was meticulously clean and had a few medical instruments on the counter. Looking down, I was surprised to notice that my arms were free of restraints so, I tugged at the IV attached to my arm and slid off the edge of the gurney. My bare feet hit the cold floor and I felt a tug at my chest. I realized that there was another machine attached to me. I snagged the cable with delicate fingers and pulled it off in one swipe. The sound of the machine blared in my ears and I brought my hands up to cover them. Quickly scouring the room for any chance of concealment, I found none. Out the door it was.
I ran like my life depended on it. As far as I knew, it did. I didn’t remember much about what happened. I just remember an incredible fight going on outside my room. There was gunfire and yelling. I even remember hearing people screaming in agony. My Master had told me that one day this might happen. That people would come for me, and because I was the Mother of The Race, they would do vile things to me. Keep me in a cage, run tests on me, dissect me, try to figure out how to stop Our Race by using me. My greatest nightmare had become reality and I needed to escape.
Luck was not with me and I didn’t make it far. Outside of the room, there were gurneys lining the hall with machines hooked up to each one. It was as if the whole place was overflowing with injured. I made it about twenty feet down the hall before someone realized I had a hospital johnnie on and stopped me. He was an extraordinary large male with tousled hair of light auburn, hanging down, below his shoulders.
His grip on my shoulder was firm, “Just where do you think you’re going?” He asked and I swiveled out of his grip and ran. Not surprisingly, he lumbered after me, a lot more gracefully than I would have expected from someone so large. He also caught up to me a lot faster than I would have liked. Cornering me at the end of a hall, he spoke once more, “Let’s try that again. You must be Lyric?”
My brow twitched in confusion, as I shook my head. “Wrong.” I evaluated the situation, trying to figure out how I could get around this mass of a male.
It was obvious by his stance, he didn’t believe me. He stood tall, arms crossed against his brawny chest. “If you’re not Lyric, then who are you? I’ve never seen you before. And don’t try to tell me you’re a Chosen. Hospital johnnies are not exactly Chosen apparel.”
Unsure of who this Lyric person was that he had me confused with, I wasn’t about to give out my name. I was a hunted female and they may not yet realize who they have in their grasps. I was not about to tell them they had Leda, Mother of The Race in their custody.
#LedaPtI #ISBDB
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