Torn Asunder [Open]

[Trahir Trahison]

"Newborough. Outstanding. I'm sure you have just saved some poor woman from having to endure the forced affections of this lecherous scumbag. On behalf of the good citizens of Harper Rock I thank you for your service, Miss Mortll." The thug beneath his hand tries to mumble something, likely lost in a world of pain and Trahir shoots a glare at the despondent man. "I'll be in touch about our outing on the river," he says and hangs up the phone. Time is of the essence.

It's not that Trahir is pressed about what the man may do in the interim. It's the simple fact that he wants to present Mr. Yillroy to Shadis when she arrives back at the haven.

Yes, time is of the essence. Trahir picks up the hose in the corner of the room to rinse the blood from his skin and hair before he gets dressed, choosing a nice black Gucci solid wool suit and a pair of black oxfords with a blue tie.

After all, he doesn't plan on getting blood on himself before he gets the man back here. The only misgivings Trahir has is that the boys will not be there to help with the clean-up. Perhaps Mortll's flowers will gain some sustenance this night after all. Perhaps the next night. It depends how Shadis wants to deal with her former tormentor.

Out into the cool night air he goes, a small smile already playing on his lips at the thought.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis sighed as she pushed the bag back up over her shoulder as she walked along the pathway which would take her back to the Crypt that Trahir had essentially moved her in to. The sun would rise soon and the woman had gotten lost in reading a book, as was her general habitual pattern. She loved her books and didn’t even mind spending nights at the University studying long hours at the library. It was one of the things that her mother used to laugh at. It was also the reason why her mood had slipped since she had been away from Trahir. The woman had been allowed to dwell upon her mother’s death all over again, to think about what had exactly happened to her and the reason why the other driver had been able to walk. The man had to have been a vampire, because both cars were a total mess and her mother, who was human, had died.

A frown creased her forehead then as she pushed through the door to the Crypt, but paused and glanced over her shoulder. The night had begun to lighten, but not by much. The sun would rise in a couple of hours or so, maybe more. It hadn’t taken her as long as she thought it would, considering that she had left Nicolette hanging and went on her own way. Pride told her that she didn’t want a human hanging around her at her beck and call. It would be most annoying if the human hung around while she was trying to study a book. Solitude was how she preferred to do such activities, even though she could very well do it in the company of another who was interested in doing their own thing. A sigh caressed her lips then as she simply watched the surrounding area, it was quiet for the most part which gave the area the privacy that any vampire craved.

Finally, she pushed through the door to the crypt, allowing it to close behind her and she stilled as she heard sounds of flesh being slapped, followed by the sounds of clinking chains. After she remained still for a few seconds, she finally heard the sound of a voice murmuring softly. It was Trahir’s voice, that much she recognized and all of the sounds came from the Western Room, a room that Trahir had mentioned was trapped and off limits. He seemed to be tempting her, almost goading her with an open door for her to let curiousity get the better of her. Instead, she brought back the image of Trahir chopping off someone’s limb to mind and automatically, she decided that letting curiousity get the better of her, wouldn’t be wise. While it made her shiver to see Trahir covered in blood, she also didn’t want to walk in upon such violence.

”Trahir, I’ve returned.” She simply said, there was no need to yell really, when a vampire could hear someone speak normally from another room. The woman moved to place her bag upon a coffin before she seated herself down up the coffin as well. As well as collecting a few items and books, she had also taken the liberty of showering before she had returned and dressed into her own clothes once more. The woman enjoyed feeling clean and a warm shower, regardless if the temperature didn’t matter, was a human habit that she didn’t exactly want to drop. Silently, she pulled out a book and gently dropped her bag to the floor before she shifted her position to lay down on top of the coffin. She flicked open the book and turned to a page to re-read over a passage that she already had once a few years ago. Mostly about backfiring spells and their causes. The woman was mostly sure as to how her other spell had backfired, but double checking and refreshing one’s memory never hurt anyone before.

[Wearing]

[Trahir Trahison]

Refreshing one's memory didn't hurt anyone. Not unless the memory was particularly painful. In the case of one Mr. Stephen Yillroy, this is not the case. Trahir has been torturing the man of the past few hours. Little cuts and slits here and there, Trahir has been dealing out the equivalent damage the man has inflicted on his victims. He is in no state to speak of with unmentionable objects poking out of unmentionable places.

Cocaine is a mild painkiller as far as things go. Nonetheless Trahir has long passed that barrier by the time he hears Shadis re-enter the haven. He hopes she is not upset at him for starting without her. He listens, enhanced senses telling him she is not breaching the protocol laid before her. "Shadis, come, I have a present for you," he says in an upbeat conversational tone. He knows she is at least listening as he nicks multiple wounds open on the torso of Mr. Yillroy, his grunts of pain enough to give Shadis an idea perhaps of what awaits. It's remarkable how often the sounds of lust are the equivalent to those of pain.

Screamers are screamers regardless of the reason.

Apparently Stephen wasn't a screamer. By the night's end he would be.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis had just about to get started on her reading when she heard Trahir’s voice call out to her in that commanding tone that he always seemed to use and she paused for a moment. What could be so important that he would call her in to the Western room? Suspicion coloured her features as she slowly moved to rise from her lying position upon the coffin. Gently, she slipped the book back into her bag and made her slow way over to the room. She hesitated for a second, gathering herself for something that would probably be a blood bath within the room, given that she had seen a memory of him chopping someone to pieces in there. Her hand rose to her silver bracelet and twirled it around her wrist for a moment. Did she really want to see what he had conjured up in there? The answer didn’t matter. She had accepted that he was violent by nature, so she would just have to accept this about him regardless.

Slowly, her heeled steps took her into the room and she stopped just in the doorway to take in the man shackled to a wall. Blood oozed from multiple wounds that covered his bared chest and her gaze flickered over the naked man that was known as Stephen Yillroy. The reason that she had fled Harper Rock to begin with. Slowly, she approached Trahir and reached a hand out to lightly touch his arm as she noted more cuts along Stephen’s arms as well. ”You found him,” She simply said as she watched him struggle against his manacles. The man bared his teeth then as he spoke, “You whore! Get your dog to leave me alone and to release me!” Her nails turned to bite at Trahir’s arm as the man spoke, his voice was so familiar and she could just remember the way his voice sounded every time he busted through her door.

Finally, after many years, she could stand to look at him. Or perhaps it was because of her recent turning and the death of her mother that she could finally stand to look at her human tormentor. Human being key there, as she knew that vampires had more strength than a human being. Often, she had used such strength to stop her human feedings from being a sloppy feed. If she was going to feed, it might as well be done properly and with no mess. Trahir, she could envision ripping a man’s throat open and enjoying the blood bath that came with it. The scene before her was no exception. ”I only really knew his name and a general description of his job title. How did you find him so fast?” She finally asked, if only to appear undisturbed by the man’s words that were directed at her. The fledgling wanted to slap him so hard for his words, but her grip upon Trahir meant that she would stay where she was, for now.

A tongue darted out to lick her lips then as she smelled blood, blood that made her want to feed and she fought against her very nature to do just that. There had to be a reason why Trahir would chase down such filth and bring it to the very Crypt that he said that she was to sleep in. Perhaps Trahir wanted to show that he cared in his non-existent feeling way, or perhaps he wanted her to be able to hear Stephen scream so then she would enjoy the sounds of his torture. Or, perhaps, he wanted to show her just as to what he would do if she took on future lovers that were not him. The woman didn’t know per se, but she knew that it had to be a dominant reason. A reason to drive his possessive side and for some unknown reason or another she wanted to feel those talons sink into her even further. He was grounding her, whether she realized it or not.

[Trahir Trahison]

Trahir watches calmly as the emotions flow through Shadis. He almost can pinpoint the series of questions flowing through her mind. He imagines they would be the same as his own in the same circumstances. He doesn't answer the vocalize queries though. No, those answers can wait for the moment. There are more important unasked questions begging response. "Only one of you leaves this crypt Shadis. In forty eight hours I will unshackle him. "

His eyes scan the two of them as cold as ice. "I was thinking twenty-four hours, but his comment referring to me as a dog just extended that time frame." He glances to the table nearby. "Feel free to utilize anything you wish to. Alas the more... microbial methods won't take full effect within two days. Still, I think the indignity of it will have more than the needed effect to make their usage worthwhile."


He motions to a small bucket on the table, the smell of which gives tell to the contents. Apparently Stephen had a loose bowel when scared. Trahir couldn't blame him.

"I haven't bothered to sample his memories though I wouldn't be surprised if the notion appealed to you. I'm sure the skeletons in that ones closet would make a distasteful task much more... palatable."

He gives Shadis' shoulder a squeeze and guides her gently toward the bound human. "Give him what he has earned Shadis."

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis listened to Trahir’s words as she felt him slowly guide her over to the bound man and she leaned back into Trahir as if she could lean away from the task itself. She had hated this man for many years, not only that, but simply because she was sure that the root of her submission laid within her past, with Stephen Yillroy that had excepted such a thing from her. However, Trahir wanted her to kill Stephen, to kill or be killed. It was something that she didn’t realize that would arrive so soon, that she would have to fear death all over again. If she died and went to the Shadow Realm, would she even be able to come back from it? Or would she simply get lost and be forever stuck there regardless? Even as Trahir squeezed her shoulder, she felt no comfort from the physical contact what so ever. Perhaps, in forty-eight hours those very hands would be sliding around her neck to kill her. Or holding some sharp object to make sure that she dies.

“Ah! So you’re the ***** for the dog, fitting considering that you were never physically strong, always burying your head into your books about Occult.” He sneered then and she briefly wondered just as to how many other women had been helpless at his hands. Slowly, she turned her gaze away from the man who seemed to want to babble and delay time, so then she could glance around at the rest of the room. Shadis noted the moaning gangster upon the table, one who seemed like he was about to die soon and she continued to glance around her surroundings. It had all been exactly as she thought it would be, it all spoke of Trahir’s personality. Dark, devoid of any light within. She knew what he was before she made a deal with him, before she had been drawn to him like a moth to a flame, even in the Lancaster’s she could tell. However, even with the threat of death hanging over her head, she wondered, could she even kill a man?

Death was every-where in the room, she could smell it, however she still faltered to do anything. Yes, she would prefer to go back to her books, Stephen was right in that regards. Research was her strong point, but death wasn’t. As she had died in Elliot’s arms, she could remember feeling so alone and so devoid of life that it struck her like a freight train. After that, she wanted to live, regardless if she was vampire. Elliot had said that she may regret ever being one and she had argued against it. However, as her brown gaze returned back to the man before her, she was beginning to think that perhaps Elliot was right. Although it seemed as if death would always follow her, whether it be hers or another’s. She wanted to leave, to walk away and bury her nose back into a book, but with Trahir there, she knew that he wouldn’t let it be that easy.

Slowly, she reached out to lightly slide her fingers over a dagger, her fingers trailed over the blade and she wondered about whether it was worth dying for a man that didn’t care if she died. She doubted that both of them would care if she died and a sigh caressed her lips. Trahir was heartless, she knew this and yet she was addicted to him. Slowly, her hands curled around the hilt of the small weapon and with more slow movements, she lifted it from the table. “Hah! You couldn’t use that even if you wanted to, you can’t kill me.” Stephen laughed as she slowly approached him with complete silence. Her brown hues peered into emerald eyes and she remembered the times when she used to be forced to look at him. Her eyes flashed lupine as she growled and with quick movements, she lifted the dagger, only to stab it into his right shoulder. His scream echoed around the room as she slowly took a couple of steps back away from him. Blood had splattered across her right hand and arm, as well as her white blouse, but she was more focused upon the fact that she had stabbed another.

[Trahir Trahison]

Trahir stood back, watching. The man, Stephen was all but guaranteeing that Shadis would be able to find the rage, the hatred inside to do as Trahir had suggested. He owed her a life. He had told her he would kill for her. All she had to do was ask. The thought that fear for her own life might be clouding that judgement didn't occur to the Killer. He had no such feelings. If there was a cause that his death would aid in that was the best course of action, he would die. There was no fear involved in his decision-making process. It was simply unlikely that death would be the most productive course of action. Of course, death was very much a source of controversy among their kind. He'd been to the shadow realm courtesy of a bullet put into his brain but his thrall when he'd noted an excessively high bounty on his own head.

Either way he would be killed. He'd figured he may as well profit from the experience. He had to the tune of nearly a half a million dollars.

Shadis had been offered no such lucrative gains, but her way out of the same fate was right in front of her chained to the wall.

As she stabbed the man in the shoulder, Trahir watched on impassively. He doubted the action was intentionally done to prolong the man's agony. No, more likely it was the first fumbling attempt at murder from one who had no experience in such and feared the act itself. He says nothing, merely watches on as the man releases a string of obscenities that instantly makes Trahir want to knock all his teeth loose from his skull.

Restraining himself from action, no matter how satisfying the Killer watches the Allurist with interest. From personal experience he knows that this type of thing gets easier as time goes on and while he isn't looking to make a serial killer out of the woman, the necessity of killing and the ability to do as needs done is part and parcel of being what they are.

The scent of blood hits the air as Shadis withdraws the dagger.

Now things may become... interesting. He wonders what secrets the man's blood hides within it's thick crimson depths. He almost Envy's Shadis this trip she is about to embark on. He didn't have that ability when he took his first lfe, nor his second, nor his tenth.

Yes, the Killer was envious. He doubted she would understand. Not yet. Maybe though she would. Someday soon.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis smelled the blood that was now running from his shoulder wound and it was dribbling down along his bare chest. It was hard to resist, the wanting to know of the man’s deeds. Had he done it to someone else? If she tasted his blood would she see herself? Or would she see another poor woman being brutally used against her will? Such a thought allowed her to distance herself from her fear, to distance herself from the man’s curses. Fangs pressed into her mouth than as she bared her fangs and he seemed to retreat back into himself, fear clearly etched into those emerald eyes of his. Slowly, she reached a hand out to press against his chest and her tongue darted out to slowly lick along the stab wound within his shoulder. Her lupine eyes closed then as she tasted his blood upon her tongue and even though she wanted to simply sink her fangs into his throat, to drink deeply, she couldn’t kill him regardless of that fact. The kill was too messy, the feed was too messy. So, instead she waited for the blood to tell her a story, a story of pain.

The memory from the blood flowed freely and soon she was seeing through Stephen’s eyes, eyes that had zeroed in upon a heavily tattooed woman with raven hair at the bar. She swirled a drink in her hands and Shadis recognized the woman as Nicolette, Trahir’s thrall. Off to the side, she could see Trahir himself, nursing drink in his hands. Stephen made a move to approach the woman and leaned against the bar beside her as he smiled and introduced himself as the manager. Nicolette appeared to be interested for a moment as she sipped her drink and smiled. However, as he reached a hand out to slide along her shoulder, she simply smacked his hand away and turned around, telling him to leave her alone. Stephen cursed softly as he moved away to watch from the background and occasionally, Shadis caught sight of Trahir with his drink, a drink that never dropped its level.

Finally, he heard the woman at the bar, Nicolette, she reminded herself, start making a big deal to the bartender that she wanted to tab out and he glanced over his shoulder to look at the packed bar. No one would notice him missing for a while. So as she left, so did he and he kept his distance until she turned down an alley way. He followed, his steps picking up in pace to close the distance. Just as he was about to reach out for Nicolette, who had turned around, he felt something to the back of his head and Shadis guessed that he was knocked out because suddenly there was nothing but darkness. Darkness that gave way to light as he woke up, cold, naked and with a throbbing head ache. It was at this pointed that he noticed the manacles and Trahir cleaning equipment that sat upon a table nearby. Curses were flung at him then and the memory slowly faded away. Her lupine eyes faded to their normal chocolate brown as she opened them.

The dagger slipped from her fingers as she slowly moved away from Stephen. She knew Nicolette and Stephen had been willing to do to her what he had done to Shadis. He would never change, she finally thought to herself as she took another step backwards. The man needed to die and yet at the thought of killing someone… She shook her head, she couldn’t do it. It was at this point, that she remembered her conversation with Trahir, the one where she asked him if he would kill for her should she ask it of him. The man had said yes, he would and slowly, she turned to face him, her brown hues finding his cold ones. “Will you kill him for me? Please?”

[Trahir Trahison]

Trahir nods and simply walks over to the table, picks up the bucket of human waste sitting on it and casually flings the contents over the man as though an old-time fireman dousing a blaze. The pail hits the floor as Trahir turns, taking Shadis' hand, pulling her around to face the door and he leads her out of the room.

"Infection," he says simply. It's a horrible way to die. Better than the man likely deserves by Trahir's reckoning. Once they are out of the room he closes the heavy door against Stephen's mounting screams. With the dozens of wounds Trahir had inflicted earlier, infection was a certainty. he doubted he would let the man last that long, but he didn't want to simply put him out of his misery too quickly.

"How was your evening Shadis? Did you retrieve your belongings?"

His tone is cordial, friendly, even warm. He seems to have gone from torturer to socialite with the closing of a door.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis watched Trahir dump the bucket of waste over Stephen before he grabbed her hand and lead her out of the room. Once the heavy door closed behind them, Trahir’s tone took on a lighter note, a friendlier tone and she couldn’t help but wonder just as to how he did it. How was he able to be cold and dead one moment before switching to being warm and friendly? Just as soon as she thought that she had a handle on him, he switched and a sigh found its way to her lips as she moved over towards the coffin that she had laid upon before. Deep down, she still felt cold, still felt the cling of Stephen’s memory. She also still felt the sword that was pointed at her own head, as if Trahir would also kill her. A hand slid along the top of the coffin as she silently moved to sit herself down upon it. What did he want? Oh, yes, he wanted to know if she got all of her things.

A sigh parted her lips then as she wished for sleep, at least within sleep, she didn’t have to feel. ”I got some of my belongings. Only relevant books that I wanted to go over while I stayed here for a time. Plus, I got some clothes and what not.” Conversation was not what she wanted, especially light conversation. Her mood had been heavy and so had the room. Perhaps Trahir had had years of practice, she on the other hand had had a couple of months. The man was able to distance himself, yet she, being an Allurist felt everything with a clarity that she never knew before. Becoming a vampire had saved her life, but she had struggled within her new vampiric life at every turn possible. Trahir grounded her in every aspect, but he also pulled her apart.

As his talons sank into her, she felt the pull to him strongly, even if she did resist with every step. Ducking Nicolette had been such an instance, she didn’t want a baby sitter. Even now, she fought against the urge to press close to him, to kiss him and to tell him to pull her apart, to crush her. Because even though she felt cold, she would only be solidifying her dependence upon him. Slowly, she moved to untie her halter neck top and slipped it off her form so then she could use the ruined top as a rag to slowly clean herself of the blood that had splattered along her hand and forearm. ”I don’t need to know as to how your day was, I know that you spent it hunting. I saw it in his memories.” She said softly as her brown gaze focused upon the task at hand.

Not long ago she had sworn to kill a vampire, but the vampire was a vampire, they could come back. Again and again. Taking a human life was completely different. Their mortal coil was wound around them tightly and unless their mortal coil was changed to an immortal one, then their deaths were permanent. Slowly, a sigh parted her lips, she couldn’t kill the one who had done her wrong. It was a weakness that she had admitted to Trahir, yet he had asked her to kill him or be killed herself. Two weaknesses had been presented to her, fear and the inability to kill and she had failed to over-come both of them. She dropped the shirt then as she moved to stand and slipped her arms around his neck, only to place her lips against his. He maybe a cold, heartless ********, but right then she needed to feel something other than cold.