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Echoes of Obsidian the Abyss Comes Calling: Pound of Flesh Part 4 CROSSOVER Submitting to the Darkness Part 27

Written by @SinsSecondComin.

Rehvenge stood at the threshold of his newly acquired cabin, nestled deep within the serene embrace of the Adirondack Mountain range. The crisp mountain air enveloped him like a cloak, carrying with it the scent of pine and earth, a welcome respite from the suffocating confines of city life. the crisp mountain air biting at his skin as he surveyed the tranquil surroundings. The Adirondack wilderness stretched out behind him, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within his own soul. The cabin itself, a pioneer-style log home, stood as a testament to his newfound solitude — a sanctuary far removed from the prying eyes of the glymera and the shadows that lurked within his own mind. Inside, the cabin was a study in contrasts — a seamless blend of rustic charm and modern luxury. High ceilings soared overhead, adorned with exposed beams that spoke of a simpler time, while granite countertops gleamed in the soft glow of ambient lighting. The massive stone fireplace, the heart of the cabin, cast a warm, flickering light that danced across the walls like playful shadows. But despite the comfort and beauty of his surroundings, Rehvenge could not shake the weight of his own guilt. The thought of returning to his old cabin, surrounded by the pure-hearted Chosen, was a prospect he could not bear. The memory of his mother, her honor tarnished by his own sins, loomed like a specter in the depths of his mind, a constant reminder of the darkness that threatened to consume him.The flickering flames of the massive stone fireplace cast eerie shadows across the room, illuminating the scene before him with a haunting glow.

A bottle of sleeping pills lay discarded like a fallen soldier on the coffee table, remnants of his most recent sin—a desperate attempt to conceal the truth of his captive from prying eyes. With a heavy sigh, Rehvenge poured himself a glass of cognac, the amber liquid glinting in the firelight as he nursed it in his trembling hands. The female lay sprawled upon the bear rug before the fireplace, her naked form a testament to Rehvenge's own depravity. He had partook of all she had to offer him carnally and in the way of sustenance, and now she lay unconscious, a mere pawn in his twisted game. As he watched her slumber, a wave of guilt washed over him, threatening to consume him whole. For a moment, he teetered on the edge of darkness, the siren song of the dopamine, and the lifesaver it offered in this tumultuous sea of darkness he was in; calling out to him like a lover's embrace. He resisted its pull, tossing the vial into the flames with a reckless abandon. The glass shattered with a satisfying crash, the liquid within evaporating in a hiss of steam. But even as he wrestled with his own demons, Rehvenge could not escape the relentless barrage of missed calls and texts that danced across the table. His cell phone, a lifeline to the outside world, lay silent and untouched, the messages piling up like ghosts of the past. With each unanswered call, he could feel the weight of his mother's disappointment pressing down upon him, a constant reminder of the shame he had brought upon her name.

Kneeling before the fire, sweeping up the naked glymera female who slumbered upon a bear rug before the fireplace, Rehvenge felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over him. Guilt, shame, and a glimmer of hope — all intertwined in a tumultuous dance that threatened to tear him apart from the inside out. Rehvenge set about his grim task. Using her as a vessel to keep Drake alive — a desperate gambit born of necessity and desperation. But even as he tended to his captive, he felt the tendrils of his own inner demons tightening their grip, threatening to drag him down into the abyss. He had brought Drake to his new cabin and the safe room he had installed with Drake in mind, he couldn't keep him in the club much longer without drawing so much attention and potential risk it posed to his plans and newly founded addiction.

Withdrawing from the safe room he deposited the female within one of the many rooms inside the cabin to sleep off her drug induced slumber, licking her puncture wounds closed from Drake’s own small feast. Rehvenge made his way back to the main living area of the cabin, with a hand he swiped the pill bottle into a garbage basket. Rehvenge sank into the nearest chair, his gaze fixed upon the flickering flames of the fire. The cabin, with its high ceilings and granite countertops, offered a semblance of comfort amidst the chaos of his own mind. But even in this sanctuary, he could not escape the truth of his own sins — the darkness that lurked within him, waiting to be unleashed once more. As he sat there, bathed in the warm glow of the fire, he knew that the battle was far from over — a war waged not with weapons, but with his own inner demons, addiction, and the all-consuming shadow that threatened to consume him whole.

[cofay]

★ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁.ᐟ➤ sleepy.

PARTFoUr PREVIOUSLY

You broke the kiss looking around awkwardly I mean it’s not like you didn’t like it you just didn’t know what to do or say now. Bakugou speaks up

“Look I’ve been meaning to tell you that—“

“Baku bro!” Kirishima, Denki and Mina walk back up to you two Kirishima placing a strong hand on Bakugou shoulder.Bakugou grunts shrugging Kirishima off

“Never mind we should get ready to go home.”

“Oh..yeah..we should it’s pretty late.” You chime in starting to pack up the bag left with leftover sprinklers “See you guys…” you start to walk off almost speed walking I mean you can’t believe what just happened!!

Bakugou watches you walk off standing with the group for a moment before going in your direction because he ‘Has to make sure you don’t get lost’

The walk to the dorms wasn’t awkward but silent as you made it to the dorms you slow down your pace stopping a few inches behind him noticing your behavior he stops and turns to face you.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh- yeah it’s just that—“

“Look if it’s about the kiss I get it you don’t have to talk about it if your uncomfortable”

“No! I’m not uncomfortable! I-it’s just that it was so abrupt and- I just-I..didn’t know what to say..?”

“What? Why? You didn’t have to kiss me back if you were unsure.”

“That’s not what I’m saying—“

“Sounds like it.”

“Katsuki I-i just think we should…”

“It’s fine.” you look up him furrowing your eyebrows

“What?”

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I mean after that kiss it was like things changed between you and Bakugou you did become closer but it was like you both tried to act like it never happened. Which was weird because on the inside he was absolutely DYING on the inside.

Slowly he started to notice how you would avoid him it started to piss him off. Are you serious avoiding him after what you guys just shared?

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It was a normal day you were practicing on the field you ending up missing the ball again and losing a point causing you to sit out a round and go off the field heading inside the school for a cup of water as you’re getting the water and filling up your bottle you feel someone grabbing your shoulder spinning you around hastily.

“Um excuse me—“

“You’re excused. Now how long do you plan on ignoring me?”

“What-“

“I didn’t fuckin’ stutter answer me you know what I said.”

“I’m not ignoring you it’s just-“

“I don’t want an excuse give me a straight up answer”

And that was the end of it.You knew you had now real reason to ignore him or separate yourself from him you just did. And it feels weird it makes you feel guilt now that you know he’s not really going to let this go easily you can’t even give him an answer let alone a reasonable excuse. You fucked it up bad.

“I…I’m sorry.” You say looking down at your shoes “I have no reason..I just did it okay? I don’t know why…”

“Look at me.”

You look up at him slowly

“Look I’m just really sorry okay?”

“I get it we all mess up but listen don’t ignore me here let’s talk about this more n’ private later kay’ meet me at the park in the middle of the night” and with that he walks off.

~~~~~

You show up to the park with your hoodie and a pair of jeans shoving your hands in your pocket to keep warm you sit on a bench waiting for him until you see him from the corner of your eye you get up almost immediately taking off your hood to face him

“Look Katsuki I-“

He walks up to you kissing you abruptly catching you off guard he pulls back slowly

“Y/n. I like you a lot.”

“W-what?”

What is he even talking about is he crazy!?! No way you fucked it up and he likes you this has to be an absolute joke. He can’t be serious

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Monster Au? - Part 5

partone parttwo partthree partfour II partsix TW: Panic attacks, references to past/current child abuse, a little bit of body horror (as always), mentions of disordered eating. ---

Steve whines loud and distressed even with his Mama cooing into his hair, his sides hurt- and he wants Dad too. But Dad isn’t here- and it’s not safe. 

She’s running her fingers through his hair, he knows she’s trying to calm him into shifting down, making himself his shapeless form. He can’t he’s not supposed to be and, and everything hurts- and- 

“Shhh, come on Baby. It’s okay, just relax it’s okay. Mama’s right here.” She clicks, and Steve pressed his face harder against her stomach, tucking his legs up. Mama dragged her fingers through his hair, cooing and talking softly. 

The door cracked open, and another body joined them on the bed. Steve curled towards his Dad like he was the sun. Big hands pressed against his skin- “Hey Bubba, deep breaths.” And Steve listened, sucked in a sharp breath, hard enough to start coughing. If Steve had thought his sides had hurt before they burned now, he whined, the noise scraping across a throat that wasn’t used to making any kind of noise.  Mama crooned, and Dad just, Dad just rubbed circles against his skin, over the edges of his spine. Over the scarring over road burns on his back. Down each visible knot of his bones, the way his skin was pulled taunt over a frame that it wasn’t built for. Steve sobbed, his body wrung out, exhausted despite the hours of actual sleep he had gotten for the first time in probably years.

Everything hurt, and he just wanted it to stop. 

His ears were ringing, and his head hurt, Steve choked on a sob. A hand cupped the back of his head, curling through his hair, Dad- Steve whined, pressing into the touch, craving the soft affection, deprived and desperate. Please, please- he warbled, pressing his face further against his Mama’s stomach. 

They were talking, he could tell, not that he could hear them, or understand them even if he wanted to. Everything was supposed to be safe, and now it wasn’t- and the house was violated- and he just wanted everything to be normal. 

Steve didn’t want to be like this, didn’t want to live like this. Maybe, maybe if he was human it wouldn't hurt so much, the isolation, and lashing out. He let out a soft cry, his lungs rattling at the force of his distress. He felt like someone had shoved him against something too hot, too warm. 

Lips were pressed against his ear, and Steve wished, wished he could understand- before.

Fingers closed around the back of his neck, pressure. It was, scruffed. His mind went empty, his mouth opened soundlessly. His Mama was still running her hands through his hair, lengthening hair, curling down his neck a little more, over his face. His body falling limp under the gentle pressure of his Dad’s big hands on the back of his neck. Ears still ringing, but the comfort was pleasant and- and, and familiar.  Steve was a frantic child, anxious and nervous. He cried easily, which wasn't that un-normal for young shapeshifters, dependent on parents, and gathered pack, Cubs were normally shuffled away for years before anyone outside of a close knit group would ever see them.

It was harder for Steve when he was really small, carried a lot, scruffed when tears and panic couldn’t be quelled with words. If the body and mind were distressed enough, it would calm, a simple level of pressure around the back of his neck.

Steve cooed, the first comfort noise he’d let out in months. It soothed over the rough treatment of his throat, he cooed again, letting out a soft click, relaxing down against the bed. His fingers curling and uncurling.

His body relaxed for the first time in months, slipping shapeless and more monsterish. Steve hummed, shifting his face against the warmth of his parents and blinked sluggishly. 

Mind pleasantly quiet. It was just as easy to fall asleep as it had been last night, fuzzy around the edges, calm. Empty of anxiety. Sure Steve knows logically he was about to have several uncomfortable conversations with his parents, and the anxiety was going to come back. And Everything would be bad, because the Party- Pack, was going to be so fucking upset with him. Steve would be lucky if they even wanted anything to do with him ever again- 

But, his Dad gave his neck another gentle squeeze. 

It was fine right now, it was fine, and it would continue to be fine because his parents were here, and they’d make sure it was fine. ---

It had been three weeks since anyone had seen Steve. 

Robin had been inconsolable. Eddie wasn’t fairing much better. 

The Harrington’s where staying in town indefinitely apparently, their fancy as hell car seen around town. Eddie only really knows all of this because the Kids won’t stop bitching about how they won’t leave so they can go back to the house. No matter how many times someone tells them that they can’t go back. 

Shit, Eddie had to bodily remove Dustin from the Hopper-Byer’s house for being a dick to Hopper for no reason. Loud and angry, yelling about how they can’t just lose their spot, and why did they even leave, it was theirs. 

Eddie doesn’t think that any of the kids get that Hopper could have been murdered in that house. That they didn’t see just how not human the Harrington’s had appeared. Almost half feral and more than ready to kill for their baby.

He glances at the group of adults sitting around the small table in the kitchen. Their voices were low, but- Eddie makes eye contact with Wayne, who stares back at him for a long moment before jerking his head in the most come here motion Eddie’s seen his uncle make to this date. He’s quiet, moving in the room, at least of all the whole group in the living room goes back up in arms over something that isn’t an easy fix. 

Joyce’s mouth snaps shut the second she catches sight of him, and Eddie rolls his eyes a little, sinking down slightly to rest his arms over the back of his uncle's chair. “Yeah Pops?” Eddie stares at Hopper over the top of Wayne’s head. Wayne grunts, lifting his head slightly, just slightly- to look up at him. “How’s Harrington doin’?” There’s a tone in his voice, rough but also defiant. Hopper growls, the noise quiet, but enough that his displeasure at Wayne’s question is known. Eddie snorts softly. 

His Uncle was older than probably anyone in this town. Wayne wasn’t even a part of “The Pack” not really, and he was only here because Eddie asked him to be. Well, because Hopper wanted another opinion on what to do about the whole “Harrington Family, and House” Situation. And Murray had been very loud in his displeasure at their actions. 

The Human had yelled loud enough that the whole house had been set off. Ranting on about laws, and how they could literally face so many legal issues due to their actions against Steve. The Harrington’s had a lot of power. A lot. 

Hopper had yelled back, it ended with Murray shouting about how they didn’t even know what kind of Creature- Supernatural Steve even was. And depending on that, there would be fucking hell to pay.

They all wanted to go back into the house, the kids were just being shits about it.

Eddie twisted his head to the side, he unfocussed on the boy’s in the living room. For a moment, he was a little overwhelmed by the almost sudden silence, but latched on to what he remembered Steve’s heartbeat sounding like. It was a steady thump against his ears. 

A little fast, but given that the boy was almost always anxious- it was a good sound. Some of the tension in his shoulders he didn’t even realize was there soothed out. Eddie hadn’t given himself the chance, or even the thought of checking in on Steve. Anger burning under his skin, but now- 

He slumped forwards a bit more. “Sounds good. Better,” He ran his tongue over his teeth, pushing flat against the sharpness of his canines. Eddie works his jaw, thinking over, focusing a little more on the faint thump. “It’s better than I remember it being.” 

Which really doesn’t say anything, Eddie focused in when Steve was dying, and clearly he’s been dying this entire time. So yeah, Steve’s heart beat is incredibly strong compared to what it had been three weeks ago. “Why’d ya wanna know Pops?” Wayne for all his years, and for all he puts up with Eddie, always makes that face when Eddie mimics some of Wayne’s accent. 

Or maybe he made that face because he doesn’t want to share with the rest of the table. “I just remember the Elder Harrington Boys bein’ rather cruel pair in School. Worried about the boy s’all.” Eddie blinked at his Uncle but nodded, that made sense. Part of him curled guilt, hot, angry. 

Steve felt so outcasted, so desperate for affection- that he possibly put himself in danger by calling for his parents. Steve’s heart gives a soft thump against his ears, if he focuses enough he feels like he should be able to hear the younger boy’s laugh. Ghost over his ears, make them twitch. 

Eddie’s chest feels empty when he realizes he can’t even really remember what it sounded like. Can’t remember the last time he heard it. 

“Could mean nothing,” He shrugs, making eye contact with Hopper across the table. “I mean, he might be, fine. Or the steady heartbeat is because we aren’t stressing him out so badly he’s self isolating.” Eddie’s not bitter. Not really, he can’t be mad at Hop, this isn’t his fault, and it’s certainly not Eddie’s. Sure it’s a group collaborative effort that they apparently all banded together to accidentally try and kill Steve-

All the blame isn’t going to fall on one person, no matter what Dustin wants to think. Steve was dying. From what they have gathered, Steve’s of course some kind of Supernatural. What kind, they really don’t fucking know. He’s not a Witch, they are all far too human for that.

Something a little less human, from the sounds, to the reactions- the noise Steve made when his mother opened that door. The clicking- Steve had hidden himself away to die, like a cat does when they know it's time. And they were going to let him. Because they were too caught up in thinking Steve was human. Eddie was too angry to even think about the fact that Steve smelled so distinctly like death- and sickness. Too used to the scent clinging to him- to his skin, to his blood, to his heart. 

“I still don’t see why we can’t approach the Harrington’s.” Joyce’s voice is quiet, she’s human enough to get away with not knowing everything the rest of them do. Eddie’s kind of jealous of the Witches in their group, they aren’t as torn up about the loss of the House as the rest of them are. But he’s grinding his teeth flat every time they try and offer what they think is an easy and viable solution.

Hopper makes a grunt-like noise, “It’s not that easy Joy. The Harrington’s have every right to kill me if I even get close to the house.” Hopper takes a deep breath, “And I’d let him.” It’s there, that point. They know, they’ve failed Steve. And it seems only a handful of people really want to accept that fact. 

It took Hopper a little, he’s still rougher about it, gruff and very Chief-like about it. But Eddie thinks he gets that just Hopper realizing he’s failed Steve. 

However Eddie has to hear “Friends don’t tell Lies” one more fucking time about Steve not telling them he was supernatural. He was going to start biting people. Better yet! Maybe actually sacrifice something to a higher power. Just to the kids to shut the fuck up. Better, better yet! Eddie might just kill Mike, just because. 

They sit in silence for a long moment.

Eddie stares at his hands, curled over the back of his uncle's chair. At the adults trying to pick apart the situation. “What, what if we didn’t bother with the house right now. Sure, it would be nice to go back.” Not really, Eddie can almost still smell the ghost of the depression that coated the surface of everything the second you left the communal living areas. “But, I-” Everyone is just looking at him. “I’d rather be talking to Steve again, than go back to that house. It’s not like we, you, don’t have space.” The Byers-Hopper house was more than big enough, they didn’t need all the extra rooms of the Harrington house, they didn’t need the room, not really. Eddie taps his lips with his shortened fangs.

Murray, who was surprisingly silent, for all that Eddie knows about the human. “No one in this house is getting back into the Harrington’s Home.” His voice was dry, but strangely firm. Lacking its regular holier than thou’ tone, Eddie stared at him for a long moment. “Legally or otherwise. The Harrington brood are mean, and vicious. With or without the high paid lawyers. Digging I can do to figure out what kind of Monster I’m working with here, but there’s not enough dirt I can dig up for that Shitshow. Not if I want to get out of it with my life, and I am rather attached to my life.” 

Hopper snorts, and Joyce laughs. Both noises are a little bitter. But at this point in these people's lives, after what Eddie has seen, they are a little entitled to bitterness. His tongue is heavy, anger is coating his teeth he can’t stand it- and his gums itch. “Russians of various origins, but unknown Supernatural is the line?” Joyce’s tone was teasing, but also sharper. Eddie wouldn’t want to do anything like that either. They’d already tested the limits, especially Steve’s limits.

Murray scoffed, “Yes, because Russians are all distinctly the same, they want to kill me. Supernatural? With unknown origins, I didn’t sign up for that shit. Not outside crossing dimensions.” No one said anything for a moment, and Eddie shifted. Listening to the thump of Steve’s pulse a little more. It was a faint noise from the distance, and sure. Eddie would never be able to actually track it. Not like this. 

But it was nice to actually feel like he could still listen to it. Eddie doesn’t want to say how many nights he spent listening to it before going to bed. He works his jaw again, grinding his teeth together. Wayne shot him a look, and he paused. Right, he ducked his head, bangs falling in his face to hide behind. Eddie picked at the wood on the back of the chair, running his bitten down nails over the chipping gloss on the chair.

Wayne taps his leg, and Eddie draws his attention back up. “Buckley’s too-” His uncle works his jaw, Eddie can tell his teeth never touch. “Hysterical,” Eddie snorts, just slightly, the drawl of his voice, and the way Wayne shapes it around his teeth. “about it’all.” Eyes are on his skin, and it feels like they are trying to worm their ways into his skin. “But Eds, Steve might, might- letya around.” 

He gives a slow nod, Wayne’s not asking in a way back into the house, he’s telling Eddie this in a make sure Steve’s going to be okay when his parents leave, way. Not alone and dying without anyone knowing, way. Eddie wouldn’t even let any of these people in this house use that against him. Not against Steve, not in this way- never in any way actually. Imprinting is special. And Steve probably knows Eddie’s imprinted on him anyway. Supernatural and all, even if he’s never actually acted like he’s imprinted on Steve. 

A mistake, a mistake that Eddie desperately needs to rectify. To fix. Un-fuck up. “Imprinted.” Murray says, and Eddie hisses, low at the tone. The bald man tends to have a rather crashness, when it comes down to it. And while Eddie appreciates it, he doesn’t in this sense. “That could work.” Eddie gnashes his teeth, standing up, Wayne makes an aggressive, displeased noise. Clearly whatever Murray is implying wasn’t what his uncle was going to talk about.

Murray looks unphased, but Hopper’s tensed, and so has Joyce. The fucking Russian guy that hangs around hasn’t said a word, and he doesn’t now. He smells distinctly Wolvish too- but Eddie’s never paid him mind, he is now. Threat- threat. 

“That, could get you back in the house.” Eddie snarled, and so did Wayne. Tension was heavy, and the living room had gone silent. He could care fucking less, what the hell was wrong with this man. His teeth itched. “Like Hell-” Wayne’s tone was sharp, smoother-

“How fucking dare you.” Eddie would apologize for cutting his Uncle off later- “I know you get off on riling people up, and generally just being a fucking prick. But jacking off to this? Playing with it? I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth.” It’s not a threat, it's a promise. The older man pales, and Eddie grins, he knows he looks half feral, knows he looks like he can follow up on this request. And it’s, it’s so good. 

Maybe, maybe, the feeling of regret will show up later, mixed in with the heavy coat of guilt, and bitterness, and anger, that already coats his bones. But right now, now Eddie’s protecting something sacred. Do not touch. 

“Never, like hell. I would never do that. Using someone else. What is wrong with-” “Munson.” Hopper’s voice is sharp, low. Eddie curled his lips back further. “No ones going to ask anyone to do that.” Eddie watches the wolf cut his eyes over to Murray, who jerks his gaze away, embarrassment written in his features. Good. His teeth itch, and so does his skin- blood pooled on his tongue. Wayne was on his feet now, slower, and he tried not to think too hard about how his uncle positioned himself in front of him. 

Eddie snapped his jaw, teeth clicking together hard enough they rattled in his skull. Pain flaring across the roof of his mouth and over his jaw. Eddie hisses at Hopper, knows that the other probably thought about it, knows that they all probably have.

“You could get us back in the house?” Mike’s voice is high, loud- Eddie’s going to kill him. He snaps his head around to stare at the teenager, Hopper Growls lower- maybe he’s now realizing just what Murray set loose in his house. Wayne answers the noise sharply with his own snarl. Eddie’s old man is sharp, and protective without question.

“You could have done that this entire time, and you haven’t? What the fuck Eddie.” Baby Wheeler’s voice is accusing, angry- and Eddie isn’t dealing with this. 

Dustin is by his side, looking at him with almost the same expression, and all the kids are poised for a fight- And Eddie hates being like this, but he’s also not doing this- not like this. He spins on his heel, and pushes past the kids, shoving Mike a little harder than he needs to, as he moves past.

The doorknob is frigid under his touch, and he slams it behind him. Eddie climbs into his van and waits for Wayne to follow him out. Doesn’t remember the drive back to the Trailer, doesn’t remember any of it.

Eddie’s not sure if he wants to. All of this is just bad. IT's bad, and he's so fucking angry it's not even funny. How- how. Wayne doesn't say anything to him

--- I lied about part 5, I procrastinated literally all of my work because I didn't want to do anything for a long weekend. Nothing was done, not for anything. I also didn't post, or work on anything for ao3, shocker. I was going to have this posted like hours ago, but my laptop died in the middle of class... which was fun. This part is also not my favorite of the parts if Imma be honest. I hate Dialogue, so much- and there's so much dialogue. You know, this has like an actual title... but I'm also a Long Title enjoyer. So for now I'll just stick to Monster Au? Because it works. At least for now. If it ever goes up on ao3, which it probably will; it'll be under that title. I'd like to actually post a Steddie One-shot that stays a one-shot. *cries over 138k words* (And yes I'm going to keep pushing this link because that fic is my motherfuckin baby-) Anyway, I'm going to go see if I can get a few hours of sleep. That would be nice. I again, ask, where the hell did all of you come from???? You are all incredibly sweet. <3 (I Think this is all who asked to be tagged? I think? They also messed up halfway through making this- so I might have fucked something up possibly) @theghostinmymachine @sadcanadianwinter @failedstarsandgoldenclouds @a-huge-nerdy-nerd @bisexualdisastersworld @intergalactic-president-awesome @vampireinthesun @estrellami-1 @raysreads @knightofthieves @sassysleeplord @gezell-igg @ledleaf @haluton @h0n3y-dw @thegingerrapunzel @finalmoondragon @warrior-616 @lexyvey @thesuninyaface @whalesharksart @two-faced-biatch @plasticcrotches

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PartFive of Rivusas relationship through their friends (and each others) eyes. 

Riven, Musa, Flora and Helia get lost when they leave the school on an assignment. It's not all bad.

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Slayer of Slayers

Warnings:I do not own, nor do I claim to own any of the copyright or characters within the Buffyverse which includes but not limited to the television shows Buffy and Angel, as well as the Darkhorse comics series’ continuation.

15+ Strong to moderate violence, Graphic to mild descriptions of gore, and torture, sexually charged scenes, sexual innuendos, mild to strong language, and practices of witchcraft.

M/M, F/F, M/F, GEN, OTHER +

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Part Five - Buffy's Boy

Los Angeles, California, roughly one year ago.

Faith Lehane found herself running frantically through the badly lit underground sewer tunnels, her feet drenched by the sewer water as she held a new-born baby boy in her arms, Buffy Summers’s baby boy, wrapped up warmly in blankets as she rushed around a corner to find Willow Rosenberg stood there casting some spell in a language she did not understand as a large blue colored portal appeared from out of thin air, their way out of the sewers, and away from what they were running from. “Willow if we wait for us all to get through this portal of yours then those bastards are just going to follow us, we got to stop them following us somehow.” Faith told the redheaded witch, as she continued to hold Buffy’s child in her arms, fearing for the baby boy’s life, fearing they were not enough to protect him. “I’m going through first and I’ll place him somewhere safe then come back to help lighten the load here before we get Buffy through and only Buffy,” Willow replied to Faith as she took the baby boy out of Faith’s hands and into her embrace. “Then we keep the fight going for as long as we can, I’ve made it so we will not remember where they go so, they cannot find some magic way of getting it out of me but I’m sure Buffy will find some way to get in touch when things are less apocalyptic.” “You do you, Will.” Faith responded as Willow walked into the portal with the baby, before the slayer pulled out a wooden stake from her jacket pocket, as she heard fighting, weapons, and death, growing closer and closer. Elsewhere, Willow appeared in an alleyway in the middle of a dead night, knowing the baby and his mother would be safe in a past where the child had not even been born yet, as she looked for a nearby doorway to safely place the child just long enough for Buffy to find him once they got her through the portal too. “I’m sure not going to win any aunt awards anytime soon for dumping you in a dark alleyway like some awful woman, but I promise your mum will be right here and you will finally get to live a happy safe life without all these mean old monsters,” Willow told the baby as she gently placed him on the doorstep, not wanting to leave him but knowing that she had no other choice. The once sleeping baby began crying as if he knew he was being abandoned somehow, but Willow had no choice but to ignore his cries for attention as she ran back through the portal ready to help her friends survive a battle against hell itself and help Buffy reunite with her son. As she returned to through the portal and back into the underground sewers, she returned to see Buffy and Faith fighting side by side against vampires, demons, and all different kinds of creatures, all wanting Buffy’s child, and so she quickly summoned sunlight ball in between her hands before letting it loose on the warring crowd, instantly turning all vampires there to dust, giving the three of them the upper hand as they continued their battle. “Willow, the portal, where the hell did it go?” Buffy shouted at her friend as she broke through the crowd of monsters to find the portal, she was meant to go through was already gone. “Willow! My son…he’s gone.” And just like that, the portal, along with any chance of reuniting with her new-born child, had completely disappeared during a battle against evil, leaving Buffy truly devastated by the loss of her son, as she struggled to take in the shock of it all, the weight of what she had just lost, Buffy just stood there speechless… “It’s okay Buffy it will be okay Willow’s going to find some way of getting him back or re-opening the portal so you can go to him.” Faith said, attempting to reassure Buffy, as she, Buffy, and Willow now stood looking at a brick wall within the underground sewer tunnels with nothing around them except the corpses of creatures that did not turn to dust, bust into flames, or explode. “There’s no way of opening the correct portal not knowing where that portal even led to, I mean I can still feel the magic from the portal having closed so maybe I can try hijack that magic somehow and magically crowbar

it back open,” Willow responded with a saddened sigh, somehow knowing in her gut her plan would not work. “We will get him back Buffy!” Faith repeated as Buffy continued to stand there speechless with a look of pure heartbreak on her face and tears forming in her eyes, never seeing her fellow slayer as defeated as she was in that moment. “Maybe I could try a locating spell, but I’d have to that in several different dimensions if he is not in this one which I doubt we would have gone to all this effort to just teleport him halfway around the world.” Willow tried suggesting, but as she spoke, she realized that it too would not work. Many minutes passed as the three women stayed standing in the same place, staring at a brick wall which once had a portal there, Faith having given up her little words of encouragement and Willow having run out of ideas on how to find Buffy’s child, as Buffy realized, she had become a mother and lost her child within a handful of days. “Wherever he is now I can only hope he’s safer there than he ever was here.” Buffy finally spoke as she used her sleeve to wipe away her tears, attempting and failing to pull herself together as she realized, she may never see her son again. “This must have been what Angel went through with Connor…we can’t let him have to feel this pain all over again!” “B we will find a way to get him back!” Faith repeated herself one final time. “Stop saying that you do not know that and even if we do, he might not even be the same baby boy he was just moments ago…he’s gone…my baby’s gone!” Buffy snapped at Faith before she began breaking down and sobbing, falling to her knees, not caring about being covered in the sewerage water. “I was a fool to think I could ever be a mother while still being a slayer, we were fools to think we could protect him and still have him in our lives…he’s going to grow up in a strange world not knowing that I’d have done anything for him, that all I wanted was for him to be safe.” “I am so sorry Buffy I really thought this would have worked.” Willow cried as she knelt to hug her sobbing friend, knowing her apologies would not lessen her pain as she continued to hold her tighter and tighter, just being there was all she could do for her now.

Los Angeles, California, the early 2000s.

After having just escaped being burned alive at the hands of their beloved Angel, hurt and defeated Drusilla and Darla were walking through the streets of Los Angeles attempting to figure out their next move as they finally decided to give up on the idea of ever getting Angelus back when suddenly Drusilla came to a stop, confusing Darla in the process, as her fellow vampire began walking down a nearby alleyway, to which Darla quickly followed, wondering what her deranged fanged friend was up to now if she had seen another one of her visions or if she had just gone completely mad like she was ever not, and she followed her, Darla was left delighted by the sight of a new-born baby left on a nearby doorstep but as Darla proceed to walk towards it she was shocked Drusilla pulled out her arm to stop her. “No mummy this little baby is far too important to wind up as just one of our snacks,” Drusilla stated, denying a frustrated Darla her want for the innocent child’s blood. “I see a very powerful darkness within him, a bitterness which will only ripen as he grows up, and all the fabulous chaos he will inflict on this world.” “As good as all that sounds honey I’m hungry now!” Darla replied, not fully believing Drusilla’s latest prediction. “Silly mummy does not see who you are yet,” Drusilla told the little baby who awoke as she lifted him up in her arms, looking into the baby’s eyes with pure adoration, as the baby did not cry, nor barely make a sound. “This child will bring that girl down, something neither you nor me nor even Angelus could do.” “So, you’re telling me that the little brat you are holding will one day take out that peppy little slayer?” Darla asked her fellow vampire; her curiosity has now peaked. “Slayers do not usually last that long but if anyone is going to break that rule it would have to be her.” “Buffy will survive far more than anyone before her and anyone after her, but this child once fully grown will be the one thing she cannot beat, and hell will descend on earth once he discovers his true power,” Drusilla said with glee in her voice as she began rocking the baby back and forth, immediately besotted with the son of the slayer. “Well just in case you are right I suppose we can spare the little brat but the next baby we find is all mine!” Darla reluctantly accepted Drusilla’s decision. Darla was right to put her hopes in Drusilla’s special abilities proving to be true, but she would not see that day for her fate led her down a different path, leading to her becoming the first pregnant vampire and sacrificing herself so her own son could be born, her son Connor being Angel’s first-born miracle child and therefore Theo’s older half-brother.

Riverborn, California, 2016.

Theo Frey, a name chosen by his adoptive parents, was far from the twisted slayer of slayers he would one day become in fact he prided himself in being top of his class, volunteering at his local town library, and being something of an overachiever. Theo lived the perfect little suburban life with his doting parents, his best friend Ruby Moon, and his secret high school romance with Riverborn High’s favorite jock Lucien Knight. Riverborn was a small town located about 2 hours from Los Angeles and only an hour away from where the town of Sunnydale once was and from the age of baby until his sixteenth birthday, it was home to Theo Frey, a home he would forever cherish even after his spiral into darkness which led to him going down a path he could never return from. Theo awoke early the morning of his sixteenth birthday, ate breakfast with his parents, and unwrapped his birthday gifts before getting ready for another day at Riverborn High as he met up with his best friend Ruby and proceeded to walk to school together like they did every day before school. “So, tonight we are totally going to this party to celebrate your birthday, albeit we will be around a bunch of people who will probably not even know we are but hey it’s still a party!” Ruby informed her friend as she and Theo continued to walk through the streets of Riverborn, heading towards their school. “Are you kidding me? My parents want to celebrate my birthday the way they have done since I told them I was too old for kid parties…with a family game night because that’s the adult equivalent to them, that and the idea of me being at an actual party where I could have actual fun shakes them to their core worse than when I pick a horror on movies night.” Theo complained, knowing his parents would never let him go to a party until he was 18 as they previously stated to him. “Sixteen is the year of rebellion I mean your parents are just waiting for the day you rebel they were kids once too and I doubt their parents were as strict as they are,” Ruby said, suggesting to Theo to break the rules for once. “Your parents are nowhere near as strict as you are on yourself so let your hair down for once, your secret straight guy crush Lucien’s going to be there.” “Are you forgetting the part where you’re not supposed to know? How is nobody supposed to know? If I went to this party tonight and he acted like I did not exist then I do not know if I could survive it…or if I could keep seeing him after that, even though I know it would not be about me it would still hurt.” Theo reluctantly admitted to his best friend. “You have it bad for this one, don’t you? The first one’s always the one that hurt you most but when they do you move on and wind up loving someone even more than you loved the one before…eventually.” Ruby advised him. “Just come to the party Theo, I’ll tell my parents I'm with you, you tell yours the same, and we’ll head to the woods for one hell of a night! And if Lucien Knight is not ready to even acknowledge you then we will deal with that with the drink I’m stealing off my parents.” “Fine.” Theo sighed, giving in to his friend, knowing he could not argue with Ruby when she was determined to get her way, and deep down wanting a night of wild teenage fun, even if it ended in heartbreak for himself.

The infamous high school party was taken deep within the woods of Riverborn late at night, Riverborn being one of the towns to come to the realization that the supernatural exist later than most of the world as they held on to their ignorance and sense of simpler times for as long as they could. Theo was not exactly having the best time as he continued drinking from a plastic cup containing beer, Ruby having scampered off with a guy and a girl, a couple that she went to work on seducing the moment they got to the party, and although he had seen Lucien, and was not ignored by him, the two did not share many words until much later that night when Lucien and Theo had many more drinks and found the confidence to sneak away from the party themselves, going deeper into the woods. “I was not expecting you here tonight I mean I thought you were spending your sweet sixteenth with the parents,” Lucien admitted to Theo as the secret lovers continued to walk deeper into the woods. “I’m glad you did though, it seems like I never get the opportunity to see you recently.” “Well, that’s the thing about keeping everything secret sure it’s hot and everything but all the sneaking around is kind of hard work…not that I want us to be public or anything, not that I even consider us…oh god you know what I mean…I hope you do.” Theo replied nervously, wanting more from Lucien but too scared to be too honest with him. “I know what you mean,” Lucien said reassuring Theo, as the two stopped by a nearby tree, Lucien looking around to check the coast is clear before pushing Theo up against that nearby tree and kissing him passionately. “Right now, it’s just you and I and the rest of the world does not exist nor does its rules or expectations.” “I like the sound of that.” Theo gushed before continuing to passionately make out with his high school sweetheart, deciding to save the relationship talk for another night, another night that would never come.

Following a party than a fumble in the woods, Theo eventually began his walk home knowing he had stayed way past the time his parents went to bed and that he could easily sneak in with his house keys, go to bed, and then come up with a lie to explain his presence come morning time but sadly for Theo that night had other plans for him which he quickly discovered upon walking up to his family home, where he was shocked to see the living room was still on. Theo quickly walked up to his front door where he noticed it was ever so slightly open like it had not been closed right and the wind had blown it open ever so slightly, but as he walked into the foyer of his family home and made his way into the living room the heart-breaking truth was soon realized. “Mum…” Theo said in shock, as eyes couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing, his mother, the woman who had raised, and loved him, was lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood, blood that had soaked into the carpet as he stood there frozen in both fear and utter heartbreak for a few minutes before he was able to move. He then rushed over to his mother, picking up her head into his arms, as he noticed the marks on her neck, marks that were caused by a vampire, although he did not realize that just yet, as he hugged his mother’s lifeless body, sobbing while shaking her, hoping, and praying that she would wake up but knowing from the coldness of her touch that she was already gone. “Dad…daddy?” Theo shouted in an almost childlike voice, filled with innocence, as he laid his mother’s head back onto the floor, now covered in her blood, as he ran back into the foyer, and began searching for his father throughout the house, fearing he would find him in a similar state but hoping he was for some reason out of the house when his mother died. Theo’s search for his father ended in the kitchen where he found him spread across the kitchen floor similarly in a pool of his own blood just like he had found his mother, and it was right then the gravity of everything forced him down to his knees as he continued to sob uncontrollably, his family gone within a blink of an eye, his innocence lost forever, and the two people who had loved him more than anything were slaughtered by someone or something he could not even fathom. “Do not worry my darling baby boy I am here to ensure what happened to your parents tonight will not also be your fate,” Drusilla announced as she walked into the kitchen, shocking Theo by her sudden arrival. “I am going to make you strong…so strong that you will get your revenge for their loss, and then seek out revenge for everybody else who played a part in your awful birthday surprise.”

Many Years Later, Undisclosed location.

Theo awaked from what felt like an endless slumber wearing nothing but a pair of silk black boxers in the middle of what looked like the woods only to find himself laid on a large boulder-like lock, as he began having flashbacks of the last moments he was awake leading to him searching his body for the bullet wounds inflicted on him by Rupert Giles were completely healed, better than healed, there were no signs he had ever been hurt. “Finally, you are awake mummy forgot just how much you liked your sleep, but this was no usual nap, my darling boy,” Drusilla announced as she appeared from behind a tree and walked over to the man she loved, in her own way, like a son. “Did you…turn me?” Theo asked as he climbed off the rock and stood on his own two feet, fearing he was now a vampire, something he did not realize until that moment, he never wanted. “No, my, magnificent man I did not,” Drusilla replied lovingly, as she lifted her left hand towards Theo’s face and began stroking his cheek gently, relieved to be reunited with him once again. “You turned yourself…when I found you, you had lost a lot of blood just like a human is drained off the blood before becoming a vampire…then you died briefly and the very blood running through your veins, Angelus’ blood, turned you into a vampire, the first-ever vampire that sired themselves…and with the slayer strength also a part of you, your true destiny has finally begun."

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Face Beyond the Mask

I will be making a part four to the Face Beyond the Mask Series! 

Here is a little preview of the upcoming part! You can read the other parts here

Preview of Part Four

Word Count: 386

Let me know what you think!

Poe was battling Kylo. With every  FVISH!  Kwishuuuuuuuuuu! you winced, while guilt overwhelmed you. Finn hadn’t regained consciousness yet, but you were able to locate the major source of his bleeding and put pressure on it. 

 Suddenly, Poe was beside you, lifting up Finn, wrapping his arm around his waist, while slinging one of Finn’s arm, around his shoulder. Before, you could ask what was going on, you glance behind you, to see Kylo laying in the snow in and out of consciousnesses. 

Being forced to make a split second decision. Go help Poe carry Finn to the Rebel base or help the injured man next to you. Resting on your knees next to Kylo, his dark eyes gave you a confused gaze. It was then, that you saw the gash going across his face.

Looking back at him, you offered him a soft smile, “You’re gonna be okay,” you said, “This is going to hurt, but it’ll make sure that your wound won’t get infected.”

Applying rubbing alcohol on his fresh wound, he hissed in pain. His fist clenched as he felt pain. His pain was then transferred to you through the force. Unexpectedly, you leaned forward, placing a hand on his chest you lowered yourself, to gently blow across his wound, to help eliminate the pain of rubbing alcohol. 

“W...W..Wh..”

Pulling back, you placed what looked like black tape across his cheek, “Maybe because I see the good in you,” letting out a shaky breath.

Catching you off guard, he brought a gloved hand up to your cheek. Leaning into his touch, you missed Kylo, using his other arm to sit up to the best of his abilities. 

Once you opened your eyes, you were nose to nose with him. His eyes had softened from the first time you had seen him. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through his messy, black hair. As if, he lost all of his confidence, he looked at you for permission. Before you could react, he leaned forward an inch causing his lips to gently brush against yours. They had barely touched before he pulled back. The smallest touch of his lips, caused electricity to shoot throughout your body.  

“Kylo!” “Y/N!”

Your respective parties called for both of you through the forest. 

[kingky99]

Imma leave this here 😂

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Somethings Not Right Part 4

Written by @Qhuinn_SASBDB, @Ella_SASBDB & @EndlessDivinity

Qhuinn - *Stepping out of the ZeroSum the crowd waiting to get in almost pushed me backwards, getting free and taking a few steps towards the freedom of the street. Taking a deep breath and one step towards an alleyway then stopping, the evil feeling of the black powder in my inside jacket pocket making my skin crawl. Needing to get it to Tohr yet… turning around to look at ZeroSum and the waiting humans and our race. An uneasy feeling crawling up my spine, the mystery of the human that made me think Lesser. Scrubbing my face then turning back to the club, tonight was a night full of surprises. It started out with me trying to drown my sorrows over Blay, then it was turning into a night with the good company of two females. Then another twist! A female punch out and the mystery of the human that felt wrong like a Lesser. And of course let us not forget the evil black powder now sitting in the inside pocket of my jacket close to my heart. Yes, tonight was a mess! I knew Tohr wouldn’t like me keeping him waiting but I just wanted to make sure the females were ok. It was almost like I HAD to go back in to check on them. @Ella_SASBDB

Ella - Now that was over I wondered what the rest of the night would bring. I had to carry on with the other newbies. I was sitting on the stool next to Madi as I drank my vodka looking around the club seeing what was happening. Things were back to normal but something didn’t feel right but I had to get on and do my job. There was a male hanging around near the back area. Maybe he is waiting for a working girl. It was always busy at the end of the club. “Qhuinn had already left.” “ I turned and said to Madi I was going to find the other newbies and carry on showing them how to work the pole.” I will be there if I am needed in my room. I got off the stool and headed to my room. @EndlessDivinity 

Madi - “Well that was extremely fun to watch. Can we have another fight and punch up? We should have something like that in here every night. We just need to put up a boxing ring in the middle of the room instead of a dance floor. And you Ella , you are awesome at fighting. Do you think self defense classes are a great idea?” I started to laugh a little bit. “But apart from the fighting I had a wonderful time having a drink at the bar and just chilling out for a little bit while at work. Could do this more often” I scanned the room quickly then ordered another shot before I decided what to do next. “I will be right here Ella. It is rather quiet tonight after the fight. I could just hang out here and maybe drink the bar dry. That feels like a great idea” I smiled and watched Ella going to her room. @Qhuinn_SASBDB

Qhuinn - *Stepping into the club letting my eyes adjust, it wasn’t too bad as it wasn’t much brighter outside at night. But the strobing lights plus the wall lights pulling your eyes everywhere at once. Taking in a few minutes to do a slow reconnaissance of the club, noting Madi still at the bar and heading that way. Stopping as the smell of a Lesser hits me again, it was almost covered over by Dior Sauvage. But even that strong scent couldn’t kill the baby powder smell. Stopping in the middle of the dance floor and just turning slowly around, the human’s still dancing around me. It was quieter than early but still enough bodies to hide the fact I wasn’t dancing, my eyes not finding the human male from earlier. Catching a glance of Ella back in her room, her body twisting around the poll in a sinful way that would bring any male to his knees. Heads blocking her from view as they move in close, not sure who her audience is but damn I wish I was there. Letting my eyes move on again, still no sign of the male from earlier. Locking my eyes onto Madi and walking over to sit next to her* I just want to check in with you, I know I said I was going and I do need to but I still didn’t want to just leave. Are you staying here for the rest of the night? Or is your shift finished? I see Ella is back working. @Ella_SASBDB

Ella - Walking towards my room as Madi made a remark about having a boxing ring, it doesn’t happen everyday thank god. I do agree that sometimes it is good fun but only if it means keeping people in check can’t get a bad name. “Self defense classes? Madi, those are for wimps. I can handle myself as you have noticed loads of times already. Enjoy your drink.”  I reach my room and go inside as the girls are waiting for me, sorry I had to get rid of some trash. Okay I am going to show you how it’s done, I reach up and grab on the pole as I swing my legs around the pole as I sway to the music moving my body quickly around and up and down the pole. Still rubbing against the pole as I slowly swing around as I come down slowly as I reach the bottom standing against it as I dance beside moving my body to the beat of the music. Then the music ends as the next newbie takes her place. Go ahead it’s all yours “Laughing softly” I am sure you all got this. @EndlessDivinity 

Madi - I did not know what I was thinking of mentioning the classes to Ella, it was such a bad idea” Sitting at the bar swirling the cold liquid around in the glass at first then drinking it. I coughed a little. “Wow, that was a little strong. My jaws started to clamp together.  “Hello Qhuinn and it's really nice for you to come back here to check that I was alright and my shift is nearly finished ” She looked down at the bar and there was another drink there. I took it into my hands and took the shot. Then I licked the edge of my palm and tasted lemon. “Would you like another drink before I go back to doing the last dance of my shift? It has been really busy tonight but as always it is really great to get home and chill out afterwards” @Qhuinn_SASBDB

Qhuinn - *Sitting down beside Madi, my back to the bar as I scan the dance floor and the rest of the club, from here I couldn’t see into Ell’s room anymore but I would see anyone going in or coming out. Shifting enough to pick up a shot, nodding to the bartender to set us up a few more* Madi I will knock back a few with you for now. I do need to get back to the mansion but I am uneasy about leaving right now. *Knocking back the shot the burn sweet and refreshing, then taking another as the bartender sets us up three each* So have you noticed anything weird going on tonight? And I am not counting the slap down from earlier. That was just hot. *My eyes now traveling over the booths along the side of the dance floor, my odd coloured eyes picking out the shapes of the humans in the shadows. Most are drinking like Madi and myself, some are playing hid the pickle is interesting ways*  @Ella_SASBDB

Ella - The girls were giving the pole some more practice as I was watching them closely okay keep going I will be back just going back into the club to the bar to get another drink. I headed out and headed towards the bar. “I then noticed Qhuinn was back taking shots with Madi. Can’t stay away  from us, Qhuinn? “Laughing softly” As I got the bartender to get me another drink.  That human male was hanging around earlier. I wondered if he was still hanging about when he went to the working girls section at the back of the club Qhuinn.”  There was a commotion at the door of the club #Shazzy was trying to get back and she was crying.  Geez what now, I will be back. I walked over to her didn’t you get the message we don't need you here, leave now or I will throw you out. She fell to the floor to my feet begging me to forgive her. You already caused a scene and don't need another one. You look worse I take it those are the drugs that have done that, you need to go now! “Please Ella, I am really sorry.”  Sorry or not, you need to leave now! @EndlessDivinity 

Madi - I patted the seat next to me with my hand and started talking to Qhuinn. “To be honest I have not seen much going on at all. It seems as if it has been just a normal night well apart from the fight of course which was fun in a way. I thought that it was great that Ella kicked her ass” I started to laugh a little bit. And took another shot. “I agree Ella he can’t stay away from this area with us both and now I am not even making any sense that tequila has gone right to my head and I am not drinking anymore. I need to get back up and onto dancing again and maybe it is not a good idea if I go on the pole. Very bad idea” Looking towards the door to see the girl again and now she was crying. “Don’t be too long Ella I will buy another drink” @Qhuinn_SASBDB

Qhuinn - *Giving Ella a smile as she joins Madi and myself* Can’t keep me away, not with two beautiful females for me to play with! *Leaning into Madi, my eyes still scanning the club. A feeling like something was about to happen, just not sure what it was going to be* I’m glad your night is going as normal. Well the girl on girl action was SO much fun to watch. But I don’t think it was fun for Ellla. *Giving Ella a wink letting her know I had her back, giving Madi a one arm hug* Madi I bet you will do great, and don’t diss the tequila. Tequila is the master. *Standing up straight as I follow Ella’s eyes to the door to see the female she had thrown out back, following Ella with my eyes as she heads over. A shiver running down my back as I turned to the left away from Madi, there in a dark corner was the male from earlier. I watched as in slow motion he took money from another male then handed over a small bag. I couldn’t see from here if it was the same back drugs I had in my jacket pocket, but my blood was running cold. I just knew it was the same stuff. Not even saying goodbye to Madi, my mind focused on the male. Following him through the club, getting stuck on the dance floor for a few seconds. Getting through as the male left through the door out of the club, passing Ella, my voice a whisper as I lean over her as I pass* Sorry I need to sort something, will you let Madi know. *At last getting out of the door, passing the humans still trying to get in. Turning slowly trying to find my prey, the sense of the male gone! Crouching down my voice a yell, the humans turning to look at me. But what could I do! Something still wasn’t sitting right, running back into the club searching for the male that had bought from the male that kept giving me the Lesser vibe* @Ella_SASBDB

Ella - I was beginning to lose my temper with #Shazzy she still wasn’t leaving tell me why you haven’t gone yet why you are still here? She kept looking around and scanning the floor. Lost something? There is nothing here you just need to leave your job has gone you don’t steal from your work friends though we were never friends. Just leave. She wouldn’t leave so I grabbed her and threw her out again. “Qhuinn came past me and left quickly. He shouted to me to tell Madi he was sorry. That he had to sort something out I looked towards the bar. Madi was still there drinking.”  I did manage to see the other male lurking still over in the far corner as I made my way back to the bar. Noticing Qhuinn coming back again through the main doors. @EndlessDivinity 

Madi - I had given a smile and then held onto Qhuinn once he took the one arm hug. Ella was still talking to the girl that she had a fight with so there was just me at the bar. Then I watched on as she threw her out yet again. “That was great that girl did not deserve to be here. She was always trouble” I had ordered another round of drinks for when Ella and Qhuinn came back to the bar. So since I was left all alone I decided that I could get in another dance and then I could enjoy myself later. Walking away from the bar and making sure that the bar staff knew what drinks we needed. I walked to the dance floor. Looking towards the door it seemed as if the place was starting to get busy again. Starting to dance for everyone full of tequila my head was spinning as long as my ass would not fall to the floor then I would be ok. @Qhuinn_SASBDB

Qhuinn - *Looking around my eyes cataloguing each and every person in the club, human and vampire alike. My eyes catching fleeting glimpses of what I am almost sure is the human male that felt wrong. That felt like a Lesser. My eyes going wide as I see Madi now dancing around a pole at the edge of the dance floor, the humans around her really enjoying the show. So much so that as they cramped around her I couldn’t see the far side of the club, taking a wide route around the edge of the dance floor again looking for  the male selling the drugs. Not sure but my gut telling me he has something to do with  the bag in my pocket. The drugs in my pocket giving off an evil vibe, a normal looking human giving off a Lesser vibe. Way too much vibes in here for me to just leave and go to Tohr, even if I did need to get the bag of black powder to him. Coming back around to the bar and standing in close to Ella, leaning in to talk without having to shout over the music* You get that female sorted again? I can’t really stay much longer but I wanted to make sure you and Madi were ok.  @Ella_SASBDB

Ella - “As I sat on the stool next to Qhuinn. Yea finally I thought she wasn’t going to leave, chucking her out was the best thing to do. Hopefully this will be it we will see what happens I guess. I don’t know if it’s me that feels off or something else. I just have that eerie feeling. That bloke that I saw earlier is still lurking around.” Madi seems to be doing okay as we watch as I take a sip of my drink. The place was getting more buiser by the minute, it got so busy all of a sudden maybe it’s madi because she seems like she is having loads of fun. “Qhuinn, another drink?” Tequila 2 shots please, then we both down them. Oh my that was too quickly I laughed softly. @EndlessDivinity 

Madi -  The males were watching as I was dancing the pole the room spinning after drinking all that tequila But I could not stop smiling. This had been a great night. Looking up to the bar and spotting Ella and Qhuinn standing up there. I was really wanting to finish up the dance and get back to them both to talk to them. And have another drink before I finish my shift for tonight. It was getting so busy but it was going to be great at the end of the night once I received my tips. The music finally stopped and I saw the males and whoever was interested in what I was doing clapping. Pulling back my hair finished up and jumped off the stage to go and get changed. There was another female ready to take over from me once I disappeared. Before heading into the changing room to get my stuff. I signalled to Ella to grab me a drink in the hope she spotted me. @Qhuinn_SASBDB

Qhuinn - *Nodding along to Ella as I listened to her issues with the other female, glad it all seemed to be worked out at last. But as she said, only time would tell. Eyes wide as she orders us two more shots of tequila, a laugh dancing across my eyes as I down my shot trying to keep up with the little female. Letting out a short laugh at her gasped words* Yes Ella, downing tequila is an acquired taste. *Wiggling my eyebrows at her, my piercing catching the lights. Damn if it wasn’t for Blay and the fact that before Blay I was a male tart I would have tapped Madi. Her body was moving in all sorts of ways, then too had Ella earlier as I watched her in that room. Shaking my head to clear my lustful thoughts and praying that my little head stayed down and didn’t decide now was the moment it got interested in sex again. Seeing the nod Madi was giving Ella, knowing the females were not finished yet. Leaning into Ella my voice loud* Next round for all three of us is on me but it most likely will be my last for the night. @Ella_SASBDB

Ella - “Looking back to Qhuinn as we laughed as the tequila went down very nicely as his eyes were on Madi. I made a little joke, you okay there Qhuinn I see dribble down your mouth. She can move, can't she? I taught her how to. “ laughing softly. There is still 1 more dance left. I think Qhuinn then she will be over.”  Okay, sounds like a plan for another round.  “Watching Madi as she does her moves makes more males fall at her feet.” “Okay, Qhuinn got the drinks. I am just going to check on the girls to make sure all is okay. Brb won’t be long.” “I leave Qhuinn at the bar and head to my room.”  That is when I noticed a male hanging around again. He was at the other end of the bar. I headed to the room and everything seemed okay as I popped my head inside “Everything good?” One of the new girls nodded back and shouted Yep, everything good no worries alright as I headed back to the bar. “Qhuinn had gone, hopefully he wasn’t too far away. Madi was still dancing and the drinks were still there on the side waiting for us.”  @EndlessDivinity

Madi - I was finishing up my dance. I felt happy or maybe that was the tequila that was making me feel like that. I had a wonderful night with friends Ella and Qhuinn. So it was near the end of the night and I had just finished the last move on stage. The males were watching me and it felt good that I kept them at the club and they were enjoying themselves. Looking up I saw Ella walking away from the bar and to the room again. The music I was dancing to had finally stopped. I let go of the pole and smiled at everyone and then walked to the changing rooms.  I also had a quick shower then I changed into a new leather dress. I fastened the strap on the red high heels and walked out of the changing room. “I am needing a room of my own in this place” Then I walked out to the bar and reached for the shot glass of the tequila that was waiting for me. Lifting it up to my mouth then I  drank the contents in one. @Qhuinn_SASBDB

Qhuinn - *One minute I was here with two females then I was left at the bar alone and unguarded. Now back in my old days that would spell trouble, not these days. Pulling out my phone and checking to see if Tohr had answered back yet. I really needed to get back to the mansion and get this black powder looked at. The uneasy feeling falling over me again, scanning the crowd but seeing nothing. Then just as I was about to head to the toilet a very small and very human female was pulling at my arm. “Hey man mountain, you need to dance with me. My boyfriend thought it would be fun for us to come here together. You know, like spice up our love life! Well, fool me twice, I think not!!” This human female was a force of nature, I stumbled away from the bar into the middle of the dance floor. Taking her by the hips as she talked non stop over her boyfriend. And if the male looking at me like looks could kill isn’t her boyfriend my name isn’t Q-ball. Now I am not one to back down, but even I was finding it hard to keep the little human’s hands off my ass. Playing a quick game of grab ass and not winning I at last got free, finding my way back to the bar to see Ella reach it and then Madi to get there. Watching as she downs her shot then picking mine up and holding it up* A belated toast, females. To a very good night with only a few interruptions!  @Ella_SASBDB

Ella - “Getting back to the bar as the drinks were waiting there was no sign of the others but I could see Madi. She had changed from what she had on, maybe she had a quick shower.” She was heading in my direction and we both reached the bar as she downed her drink in one. “ That is when I did the same, then turning around seeing Qhuinn coming back he looked a little flustered. I wondered what happened “Laughing slightly, you okay there Qhuinn”? Yea he nodded as he picked up his and did a belated toast to us and downed his. As to say the night went well for only a few interruptions. @EndlessDivinity 

Madi - I took the last drink and did the toast along with Ella and Qhuinn. “And I would like to add something to end this night. I have had a wonderful time with the both of you. We should do this another time” I held onto the top of the bar for a second and stumbled backwards. All of a sudden a small headache appeared out of nowhere  and there was a funny taste in my mouth. and now it was time to head home for sure. “Well I am thinking that I need to go home now and get to bed. I have had too much to drink. The tequila is far too strong. Let’s get out of this place and go home Ella.”

[evangeline-bdb]

Perfect Strangers: Secrets Revealed Part 4

Co-written with @WoodWorkersSon. Axel:  [I had just left The Keys for the fifth time this week.  I was walking towards a safe spot to dematerialize to go home but stop a few blocks away to the sound of what could be possible fighting. Rushing over to where the sound was coming from. I stop on a dime and watch.  I stood there stupidly for a moment as I watch her.

I stood there watching her as she fights with a lesser with the most absolute grace and beauty.  Putting Paradise and Nova to shame. Who was this mysterious female? That is when I noticed two others of the enemy of our race were approaching her from behind.  I didn’t think she could see the approaching danger and knowing if I yelled to warn her could also cause issues.

Quickly pulling out the Smith and Wesson that was tucked in the back of my waistband and firing towards her, knowing that I would miss her, taking out the closet of the two lessers that were approaching from behind her. I watch as she dispatches the other one. I need to see her up close but I could see that her eyes were wild. So, I move forward, slowly my hands raised so she can see that I am not a danger to her after tucking my gun back into my waistband and start walking forward to her.]

Eva: *I stab the tenured lesser with a head of white as he spasmed but could no longer get up and then I hear a gunshot that whips my head behind me as another lesser falls forward dead revealing a male a few feet away hand raised with a piece. I was grateful for the assistance but pissed that I hadn’t been aware of the presence of the lesser. I manage to throw the knife I just poofed a lesser into other of the pair.

The new male approaches and stabs the lesser he took out as I did the same to his companion. As the bright lights receded … I was able to get a look at the male. Jet black hair, thick and spiky, pale yellow eyes, tattoos ran up the side of his neck, piercings … everything about him screamed predator. I had to reconsider my gratitude from just moments before. Was he a friend or foe? But before I could really access the newcomer. The stench of lessers filled the air once more alerting us to new arrivals.

Axel: [Her deep blue eyes scanned my body, I don’t mind that she is looking either. She was fucking stunning. I could imagine what I could do with all those curves she had. And the asshole that I am, I had to ask.] Like what you are looking at? 

[I inhale deeply but as I do, my head whips around at the incoming smell of more lessers. I brace myself, ready for a fight, I look over my shoulder at the female. Then I swivel back to the enemy, as I do reach into my back pocket grabbing my cell sending a 911 alert to the Brothers. I quickly re-pocket the cell and take back out my weapon from my waistband just as the first of many lessers are on top of us. 

I fire until the clip is empty and when that is empty I launch myself at the other one. Fighting hand to hand with the paled enemy. The same adrenaline high that I have in The Keys, I am having now. Fighting a newly minted lesser brings me such a rush. I somehow manage to get behind the lesser and start to choke him out as I bring my knee to the small of his back I feel the pop of his spine come defused in place and his legs give out quickly.  And I let him drop to the ground using the heel of my shoe to kick his head one direction as the second enemy jump on to me.]

Eva: *I pull the 9 millimeter from my holster from underneath one of my arms and placed a neat little hole between the eyes of one of the new incomers as the male engages the enemy. 

I grabbed the dagger from the ground where I stabbed the previous lesser. I struck another new recruit lesser as he came around the corner. I pulled it out when he stumbled against the wall, knocking the gun from his hand. I grabbed a 45 off a fallen lesser. I watched the male from the corner of my eye as we fought against them.

Eventually, we ended up back to back fight them off one by one. The smell of the sickly sweet scent of the lessers filled the alley as they fell barely moving as we continue to fight. I plug another one in the shoulder just as he was about to strike the newcomer with a crowbar. As he falls back, I hit him with another in the chest taking him down permanently. 

There were fallen lessers surround us as the last one fell. I lean against the closest wall to catch my breath as we examined the fallen, more than a handful surrounding us and if, on cue, we simultaneously began to go through their pockets for wallets and phones. I pulled small a few handfuls of small baggies filled with white powder of H with a symbol of the Old Language, but also some unusual black powder. Black? What the fuck?

Axel:  [I flip the lesser over my side grabbing his throat hard and squeezing tight until I feel his trachea collapses under my fingers. The lesser is wheezing uncontrollably. I reach down to grab the gun he dropped as I flipped him over me. I pick up the gun and fired once into his forehead. Adrenaline is coursing through my body.  I pick off a new lesser whose hair hadn’t yet faded into the telltale white. I snap his neck easily and start going around his pockets, nothing but a small bag with some black residue. I hope this wasn’t dried up blood. 

After pocketing some more ammo, I turn around to make sure the female was okay. She stood there looking at something in her hands before tucking into the back pocket of her pants. Fuck, I was staring at her ass. I didn’t want to get caught so I turn around going to the lessers that I had killed disarming them. It was just a matter of time before more came. I could just feel it as well as smell it. I hoped that the Brothers had gotten my 911 call and were going to be coming soon.] So, do you have a name? [I ask the dark-haired female. Hoping that she give me anything to her identity.]

Eva: *I managed to pocket both baggies into my back pocket to investigate later, I wasn’t sure if I was going to tell him my name but luckily another lesser came around the corner with a bunch of his buddies. I picked up a dropped gun and I manage to hit the lesser in the chest and as he dropped forwarded onto his knees in disbelief and I could see another set of males appeared at the end of the alley behind him. Large males that emanated power which could only mean the Brotherhood had arrived. I could not get caught, just in case, the family resemblance was too close and for more reasons than I can name I needed to stay away from the King and his personal guard.

I dematerialized back to the rooftop to observe and make sure the good guys prevailed. There was a lesser about to strike one of the Brothers with some kind of bat so I took a moment and aim my shot right through his forehead dropping him. When the lesser fell and it looked like the Brothers would prevail, I immediately dematerialized and sent my particles back to my hotel not knowing if the male would try to detect me again. I knew it was futile to think he would not mention me to the Brothers. Not many females in this kind of work. Though I did overhear rumors that the King allowed females into the training program. Very progressive of him.* 

Axel: [She didn’t answer me, but she wasn’t given time before more lessers arrived. I barely get a shot fired before I notice that the Brothers were there and I am pretty much made useless.  So, I turn to see if I could help the female, but she is nowhere to be found. Where did she go? I spin around trying to look for her. Fuck, I didn’t get her name or nothing.  I was totally intrigued by her. 

A dead lesser went flying back turning to see the Brother, John Matthew. Yelling at him as my head scanned that alley looking for her] “Did you see her?” [He signs back, ‘what?’ Then there was a heavy hand of one of the Brothers landed hard on my shoulder. Turning around and seeing the Primale, Phury. He stood there, his multi-colored mane whipping in all directions as he was demanding why I was out fighting by myself without permission.

Something deep down told me not to say anything more about the mysterious fighting female. I would take this punishment whatever they threw at me. But one thing was for sure I needed to find the mysterious female. I needed to know who she was.]

Eva: *I reappeared on the hotel balcony and entered the suite. I strip off my remaining weapons to clean later as I sit down at the computer to log in. I checked for any messages from the client and he informed me that the target has usual tastes that lean toward the sadistic. He found out recently that he is a member of a place called #TheKeys. After a quick google search … I come up empty. Interesting. It must be very private or members only. Hmmmm. I can follow him one night so he could lead me there and then control the minds of their security … that is if they’re human. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

I thought about the close call in the alley earlier and wondered if the guy that helped me out was perhaps part of the Brotherhood or maybe a trainee? I had heard the rumors that the Brotherhood was taking on new recruits. A good thing too as those lessers packed a punch even being new recruits. 

The rumor was that the Brotherhood was down to just a handful of Brothers. Though another juicy tidbit I gleaned off some regulars at the bar was that the Band of Bastards had traveled over from the Old Country and joined their ranks. It made me regard the rescuer in a different light. Regardless … he was someone I had to stay away from. 

I pulled the packets I grabbed from my back pocket to examine them. The white powder was familiar enough to be either H or some equivalent. But what was curious was the symbol in the Old Language meaning it was a vampire behind the stuff. But the other packet? It was an unusual black powder that almost felt ominous when I opened it. Very strange.

I had a shift at the #IronMask tomorrow night so my plans to find about my target and this place #TheKeys will have to wait until this weekend. In the meantime, I could ask around about these packets and see whose been dealing with lessers. I may not be working for the Brotherhood and avoiding them at all costs … but this definitely needed some attention from the King. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.*

[greyhson-bdb]

Inevitable Affliction

*After opening my eyes and fully coming into my senses, I see that I’m inside some kind of dank room laying in the middle of the cement floor. My hands are tied behind my back with what feels like a rope. When I finally took a deep breath … the smell of baby powder filled my nose. Dearest Virgin Scribe. I’ve been captured by lessers. 

I took a moment to slowly breathe in and out to calm myself as I tried to recall what happened. The last thing I remember was walking around to the front of Sal’s thinking I would order what I had the other night when the date was disrupted. I wanted to try my hand at freedom for once and go out into the new world on my own. Sal’s would be a safe place as #iAm would be there and the Brothers frequented whenever the hunger struck them during their rotations. Their rotations where they were fighting the evil that was trying to eradicate the vampire race, lessers.

The room reeked of the sickly sweet stench, a scent that he Primale warned us to watch out for and here I am imprisoned in some kind of detention center. Before I started to panic at the possibilities I took a deep breath and tried to dematerialize … only to realize the walls were somehow lined with lead. My breathing became erratic as I started to panic. 

The Scribe Virgin had to be punishing me for thinking outside the whole. The Chosen were used to meet the blood needs of unmated members of the Brotherhood. As a Chosen, you were part of a whole, a single molecule among many that formed a functioning spiritual corpus … both critical and yet utterly unimportant. Nurturing the self was not the goal of the Chosen. It was sacrilege. For a female who failed in her duties, she contaminates the rest. To think for yourself, to think of yourself, was blasphemy.

When the Primale freed the Chosen we were given freedoms none of us had ever fathomed. On the Other Side, there was no time. There were rhythms of rituals but no alternation of day or night, no hourly measure, no change of season. Time and existence were static just as the air was, just as the light was, just as the landscape was. Everything was white.

When we arrived on this side, we had all been racked by sensory overload. There were so many things I had no clue what they were, like color … all the colors were just so beautiful. There were more colors here than in all the jewels in the treasury. Smells as well, both good and bad. We were so used to seeing white. Different movements that created light, noise, images and sounds. All Chosen wore the same white robe and twisted their hair up in a chignon and we all wore a single teardrop pearl necklace. We all walked and talked in the identical quiet manner and did the same thing at the same time. Here? Chaos. Wonderful chaos.

It took me a very long time to stop bowing low and reverently to the Primale and members of the Brotherhood, but much after their insistence, it became easier. Though we would always bow low to the King and Queen, much to the latter’s chagrin. 

An opened door quickly disrupted my daydreaming as a lesser with hair, eyes and skin were as white as the Sanctuary and filled me with fear knowing that it meant he has been carrying out the Omega’s commands for centuries. 

Lessers are humans that have given up their soul to the Omega. In return, they have their heart torn out and replaced with the Omega's black blood. Lessers are recruited most often because of violent tendencies, as well as some physical ability in fighting. Many had committed violent crimes in their past, prior to joining the Society such as murder, rape, domestic violence, aggressive drug running, etc. Lessers are undead, meaning they are not living in the natural biologic sense, but reanimated into life via artificial means - in this case, the Omega's god-like will.

I tried to move away from him trying to crab-walk backward across the cement floor causing scraped on my hands and knees as he instantly crosses the room and grabbed me by the hair and yanked me onto a seat.*

“Where is the Brotherhood? Where is the one they call the Prophecy?” *The lesser asked with such pure hatred and spite.

I only shook my head. There was no way in Dhund I was revealing the Compound. I knew at that moment that I was probably not going to make out of here alive. A few of mine sisters were already in the Fade after being captured a few years back. It was probably why the Primale had requested that we never traveled without an escort but lifted it a few years later.

My head flew backward as he struck me. The pain was excruciating and radiated from my cheek to my I could taste the blood on my lip.*

“Filthy vampire. Abomination! Now tell me what I want to know! He wants the one they call Butch!  Where Is he?!?! Tell me and I’ll let you go.” *He lied. I knew he was lying. 

Tears began to fall as I realized there was no leaving this place. I would suffer and it will be painful. But I knew I would never reveal the location. My sisters would be in danger, the Brotherhood, and the King and Queen. Absolutely not.*

No. *I replied defiantly.* 

“Bitch!!” *He screamed just as another punch struck my face causing me to fall off the chair where my head hits the concrete floor causing the room to go black as I pass out from the pain.*

[ava-greyson]

First Impressions Part 4 - Surrender

Ava: *It was my first night at #Limits. I was on my bed putting on my black jean shorts as I got up to put on my white bustier and slipped on my tropical aflower black sheer kimono style cardigan. Sexy for the club and showed some skin but still probably conservative for a sex club where the clients might be butt ass naked. I got my thigh knee-high boots and headed for the door.

Shaking my head as I grabbed my phone and stuff, I still couldn’t believe I have this job at a BDSM club. I was excited at the prospect of learning something that I have been reading about for years. Yet I was nervous about working with Logan Ryder or D&D, Dark and Dangerous which I’ve given him the moniker in my head.

I knew we needed to set some ground rules about me working at the club, so I didn’t hurt the fucker with the heel of my boots or sue him for sexual harassment. But as I sat in the Uber heading towards the club, I thought about all the books I read and replaced all the couples with D&D and myself and I could feel myself flushing. Not good. I needed to keep business and pleasure separate because a man like him would fuck me a few nights and go on to the next hot ass that walks through the door. I mean he owns a damn sex club. I wouldn’t deal with rejection well with a man like him so I knew myself enough not to be involved myself in his world.*

Ryder: Sat in the office having all the paperwork set before me. There were still some finer points that had to be discussed with before Ava could start at the club.

She did things to me that no other woman has ever done before. Held my interest. I wanted to break her down and put the pieces back together, where all she ever thought about was me. Yeah, I was a selfish bastard that way.

David walked into the office

“The new assistant manager has arrived.”

“Show her in will you please.”

Moments later she was in the doorway looking like an angel. Becoming hard at the sight of her, I tried my hardest not to let her know what my body was doing.

“Have a seat we have a few more things to discuss and sign before you start at Limits.” Ava gingerly sat down across from me, her eyes wide-eyed at the prospect of these discussions.

Ava: *Once I arrived at the club, David escorted me to D&D’s office apparently. He’s right, we did have some things to discuss. I sat in the seat in front of his desk, leaned back a little and crossed my legs. I needed to feign casualty that I was not feeling in his presence. He made me nervous which made no sense as I have met many a man who were chauvinistic pigs and taught them well to be pleasant in my company.

But something about him unnerved me. It made no sense. It couldn’t just be the body, the face of that voice. There was just some kind of /thing/ that made being in his presence … exciting and scary all at the same time. Jesus … I needed to get laid.*

What did you want to discuss? As I have a few conditions of my own.

Ryder: “Firstly there is a form for you to sign about discretion. The next one is to discuss your hard and soft limits.” I eyed her as I spoke, going wide-eyed about her limits.

Grinning as I've seen that look on many who have passed through those doors, who had no idea about the BDSM scene. They only knew of the floggings and whippings. I wished it was that simple but alas it was not.

“First hard limit, you only play with me.”

Writing down that limit, looking up at Ava seeing the shock on her face.

“You expect me to have those out there touching you? You'd run a mile. Now, do you understand that hard limit?”

Waiting for her response, I could see by the expression on her face she was contemplating this over.

Ava: *I knew my mouth must be hanging open as he calmly discussed hard limits in a contractual BDSM relationship. What the fuck? I only agreed to work here. I sat up straighter and looked him right in the eye. No man was going to step all over me.*

First off, I am not signing any contracts … least of all with you. I signed all your nondisclosure agreements to work her. /Work/ here. I’m not going to be … uh … participating with anyone. Least of all again … with you. Where the fuck do you get off??

*I was fuming mad. This job really wasn’t worth it, if this man mad my blood pressure go through the roof both when he’s silent or being a misogynistic asshole.*

Ryder: “Fine but I guarantee you this, you be back here asking for. No begging for me to change the limits. Everyone out there will be asking for you to play with them. You really want that? Go ahead you go out there.”

Gathering the paperwork, placing them into a file and placing the file into the filing cabinet in the corner of the room. Sitting back down I made a steeple with my fingers

“I'd say you're all set for your first shift. Have fun.”

This I couldn't wait for, to see her downfall out there when everyone's hands would be all over her. Then she'll be running back to me.

Getting up I showed Ava out of the office.

“For tonight you watch what goes on here. You'll soon get the ropes of how this place works.”

Giving a soft chuckle at my own joke.

Ava: *I silently grin, as I knew he thought I had no idea what a BDSM club would entitle. Granted I only read in books, but I knew enough to know everything is consensual.

Plus I wore my high heeled boots and knew how to walk and talk with confidence and would at least allow me to attempt to be more dominant than submissive … plus I don’t take shit for anyone anyway. And my secret weapon? I took self-defense regularly … growing up as I did … it was the only way to survive.

I walked onto the floor from his office and it was still beginning to fill up. All matter of BDSM gear being paraded. Most of the men wore leather pants, slacks or jeans without shirts, some in vests and some in full on suits. Odd. The men really were dressed normally besides the leather pants.

Now the women were dressed anywhere between provocative or extreme clothing. The material usually consists of leather, latex, synthetic rubber, nylon, PVC, spandex, fishnet and stainless steel. I felt slightly oddly dressed, but there were some normal attire as well. Whatever. I didn’t give a shit. Before I stepped inside the bar I felt a presence to my right.

When I looked, no one was there until I lowered my eyes and saw a half-naked male in the submissive position. Well hell ... I didn’t expect that.*

Ummm … *I had no idea what to do in this case.*

“May I be of service, Mistress?” *He said with his eyes still on the ground.*

Ryder: Going into the shadows of the club watching Ava. A male submissive came towards her, she looked perplexed at what to do. This was going to be interesting.

Ava went behind the bar, the submissive was persistent as fuck but she kept her head as she graciously told him she was new here and perhaps he should play with someone more seniority. I was willing this asshole to continue to pester her so she had no choice but to seek me out.

One of the Dominants walked over to the bar, told the submissive to take a hike and he looked Ava over.

“Wanna play pretty girl?”

Not on my watch dick wank. She's mine. I want to play with her. My jealousy rose to a new high that I may become dangerous, I didn't like the feeling. Ava was special, I was going to have her no matter how long it took.

Ava: *The submissive was handsome and his body was well defined as most of the men in the club but I had very little idea on how to Dominate a male sexually … though it sounded very interesting to do. I kept trying to politely suggest that he should seek someone with more seniority as I was new here.

As I was about to really put my foot down, a Dominant came by and ordered the sub back to the submissive area the club apparently had segregated for the uncollared submissives. Interesting. I watched as the sub sulked away like a kicked puppy. I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty but I was new to the lifestyle and I knew enough about it that a D/s relationship was based on trust. Something I never wanted to break with anyone.

“Wanna play pretty girl?” *I heard the Dom ask. Trying really hard not to roll my eyes to a client, I turn towards him and again politely declined. He had been rude to the sub even making him flinch slightly so he was bad news. Instilling fear with just a sentence takes effort and time for torment which meant that clearly he was a bully. Something I don’t tolerate well.

“What? I’m not good enough slut?” *He sneered as he grabbed my wrist as I try to turn to assist someone else sitting at the bar. Bad idea. I quickly twisted my arm to bring it over his wrist and slammed it onto the bar, pinning him as his arm was now in an awkward position and in pain.*

Ryder: Strolling over to the bar, Ava had this idiot in a hold with his arm at an awkward position.

“The lady said no. You of all people should know that if someone here is new they don't play. If they do, it's with an experienced Dom. Apologize to the lady and then go to your sub or I'll ban your ass from here.”

Ava let go of the Dom, who apologised as he went off to find his sub.

“My apologies for that rude roughneck. He likes it rough, something you are not ready for yet.”

I took Ava’s hand in my own, checking over her perfect skin. “So delicate and tender. Wonder what your skin is like in other places?” A dark solicitous smile appeared on my lips. “A journey that I'm willing to take if you are Ava.”

Letting go of her hand I made my way round the club, talking to the Doms. Subs came up to me asking for me to play with them. Graciously I declined their offers, even from the ladies who were deemed beautiful. I only had eyes for one. She will be mine.

Ava: *D&D arrived as the man was sputtering in pain with my move then apologized and went off somewhere. As D&D took my hand, a blanket of goosebumps appeared on my arm as electricity sparked, causing me to gasp in surprise. Then a devious smile broke out on his face with his innuendo of seeing all of my skin.

Taking back my hand, I quickly tried to get my faculties.*

It’s bad etiquette to mix business with pleasure Logan Ryder. You should know better … can’t imagine you like sexual harassment suits from your employees. Hmmm?

*I asked and watched to see what his response would be. All the while my libido was pondering the very idea and salivating like Pavlov's dogs anytime this man was near.*

Ryder: “I usually don't mix business with pleasure, but with you … I could make an exception.”

Leaving that comment in the air, I strolled over to the office, shutting myself in. Looking down, seeing the raging hard-on that I had. Fuck, what was she doing to me? Everyone in the club knew I never took on a sub. I wasn't even looking for a sub, but Ava was something different, she got under my skin and I wanted more. This could be deadly but I was all game about teaching her the lifestyle.

Sitting behind my desk looking through the paperwork. I couldn't concentrate, Ava was on my mind constantly.

Ava: *He left with the comment hanging in the air. What the fuck? He clearly didn’t give a damn about work etiquette.

My libido was doing cartwheels and handstands in my head while my subconscious shaking her head and giving me “Are you kidding me?” look.

Shaking my head of my thoughts, I continued to work through the night introducing myself to the different staff members and seeing all the scenes playing out through my peripheral.

The night went by quickly and there was only an hour left before closing and my shift was over so I decided to get a closer look at the various scenes that were played out on the public floor in different stations around the bar.*

Ryder: Coming out of the office, I observe Ava checking a scene out. A sub was strapped to a spanking bench, her Dom was flogging her ass cheeks, gentle at first then getting harder with each stroke until she was screaming as she came.

Moving towards Ava, she hadn't noticed I was behind her, she was too engrossed in the scene. I imagined Ava on the bench, it was me with the flogger on her ass. My body getting hard at the thought.

Leaning down next to Ava’s ear.

“You like what you're seeing?”

Ava: *I watched immersed in a scene between a Dom flogging his submissive. But what intrigued was the girl. She seemed peaceful and tranquil then as he built up the strikes moving closer and closer to what everyone could see as a wet pissy she screamed her completion.

My body was hot all over and then I jumped when a voice whispered in my ear behind me … almost causing me to orgasm on the spot.

Fuck me. D&D caught me. I was on the edge of something I had no expertise for … and he could make me cum with just his words. “Danger danger Will Robinson.”*

Oh, hey. I didn’t see you there.

Ryder: “I asked if you were enjoying the scene.”

Inhaling I could smell her arousal. Yes, she was enjoying this as well I. Making a gently move, I place my hand on her hip.

“Would you like me to do that to you?”

I would give anything to have her on that bench, on the Andrews Cross, on any equipment that was here.

“I could take you to new heights if you let me.”

Ava: *Fucking hell, all my cell brains in my synapses were sending signals to my body to just let go and let this man take me. My subconscious was nowhere to be found.

He caught me in a vulnerable moment and all I could do as I was on the verge of already cumming from his voice alone had me nodding my head. My throat was dry and I had to lick my lips to get some moisture going.

What was he going to do to me?*

Ryder: Wrapping my other arm around her waist, letting her rest against my chest, I was thinking of all sorts to do with Ava.

“I will start off gently with you. Don't want to scare you off.” Chuckling as my mind raced with what to do with Ava first. Then an idea comes to me.

“How we start with you on the rack. You can look it over till you feel confident enough to be strapped down on it.”

But all this must be done in private, I didn't want to scare her off by doing all this with an audience.

“We can play after everyone goes which will be soon.”

I didn't want to suggest for the next day, Ava may have second thoughts and not come. I needed her to trust me.

Ava: *OMG, what was I getting myself into. I could only feebly reply.* Ok.

*I continue my journey around the club and watch many different scenes from a Domme performing some sort of cock torture on her willing male, a Dom with a long bullwhip, a slave in a medieval stocks while getting spanked by her Dom and then a male tied to a table while getting head from his Dom as he fucked him with a dildo until he came continuously for almost 5 minutes.

I was open-minded when it came to sexualism but I was strictly heterosexual. Though I didn’t mind watching homosexuals at all and watching the two males made me wetter by the minute. But this was insane … how did any of these people work around here? I was wound up pretty tight by the time D&D found me again. But then again it had been quite a while since I last had sex.*

Ryder: Once the scenes were finished, everything had been cleaned and the patrons had left, turning towards Ava.

“Come here my pretty."

Ava came towards me, a little hesitant but her curiosity was getting bolder. Holding my hand out, she laid her hand in mine, leading her towards the rack. Placing my hands on her waist, lifting her up until she was on the rack.

“Lay down, get comfortable. But the utmost thing is to trust me. If anything I do you don't like, tell me.”

Watching Ava on the rack as she lays down.

“Are you going to strap me down?”

“Only if you want me to.”

I hoped she wanted that. There was nothing greater than be able to see her strapped down while I have my way with her, both sexually and dominant.

Ava: *The club had cleared and it was early I. The morning and I had been left alone with D&D. He had me on some kind of table and I had no idea what I was doing.

Did I want to be strapped down? It seemed interesting but I didn’t really trust him. There was no one around to help me if something went wrong.*

No, no straps. *I replied, I need my arms and legs just in case something went wrong I took off my wrap and handed it to him.* We don’t need a contract or anything? I haven’t signed anything or gotten any tests. *My subconscious had finally shown up and was peaking from her hiding place.*

Ryder: “Call it a free taster. If you like it and want to explore more then we will get a contract put together.”

Gently pushing Ava down onto the rack, I respected her wish in not strapping her to the rack. I unbuttoned her shorts.

“Trust me, please. Remember you're in control, you can stop this anytime, but I have a feeling you won't.”

Sliding her shorts down her legs, gently spreading her legs. Picking up a small flogger, I began to hit her core over her panties. Watching her face for signs of discomfort but only seeing pleasure. Increasing the flogging a bit, wanting it to sting her but not too hard for her to stop this. Seeing her reaction was giving me a hard-on.

Ava: *My body was placed on a table in my bustier and panties. He had placed my arms above my head where I could grip my hands around leather straps in the corners at the top of the table.

A gasp escaped me as I felt a sting as a flogger hit my pussy. It didn’t hurt exactly, it was a pleasant warmth afterward that was surprising as it spread across and my clit vibrated heightening my arousal to heights I wasn’t aware of and anticipated.

Fuck me. God, I needed to cum. I bit my lip trying to hold on but couldn’t hold back my moans as he continues to flog me.*

Ryder: Hearing Ava groan went straight to my cock, cumming hard in my slacks. Leaning down placing my lips against her ear.

“Cum.”

She didn't need to be told twice. She came instantly, her body convulsing as she rode out her orgasm. Once she stilled, I looked her over.

“Did you enjoyed that? You want more?”

I better get that contract sorted out as I couldn't wait to play with her some more.

Ava: *I laid panting on that table after one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had. My body was misted with sweat as I catch my breath looking up at the ceiling.

Hearing his question over my thundering heart, I turn my head to the side to look at him. His face was flushed and the way he looked at me made me feel beautiful … odd. I have never felt this way.

Did I want more? Hell yes, I wanted more, who wouldn’t? This was intoxicating. How far would we go?

I slowly sat up and swung my legs over the side and tugged on his shirt and brought him between my legs and leaned up and kissed him.*

Ryder: Ava came into my arms, her soft lips pressing against my own, kissing her back slowly. I could get used to this with her like this. It was her way of saying thank you.

“Tomorrow night we draw up the contract and discuss hard and soft limits.”

Leaning down again, continuing to kiss Ava till we both got lost in each other.

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