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Posted: **24 Feb 2015, 04:15**

[[FLASHBACK - 8 years old]]

She shivered against the corner walls of her bedroom, the cold draft from her window freezing her to death. Even the paper thin blankets covering her shoulders did little keep out the chill seeping into her bones. Her Daddy had promised that he would come and close the window when she had time to think about the wrong that she had done, but so far, he hadn't come back. She could hear the TV though, off in the distance of the living room. She wished he would come back soon.

What felt like hours later, her eyelids began to flutter and close. Her head slumped against her chest, her teeth chattering in the otherwise silent bedroom. The door slammed open, her head jerking upright. Her vision was blurry, but she could just make out her Daddy in the doorway, leaning against it.

"You think about what you done, girl?" he asked in his gruff voice, the words slurred together in their usual fashion.

She swallowed once, then twice. Her mouth was dry and her throat itched with a need for water. "Y-y-..." she attempted to say, the scratchiness of her voice halting any further sounds.

Her Daddy stepped deeper into her bedroom and she froze, her body anticpating the acts that were to follow. Immediately, her eyes began to swim with tears. "You answer me when I ask you a question, dammit!" she spat, his hand striking out against the wall above her head.

The child squeaked, her eyes shutting tightly against his rage. "I...I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry, please!" she cried, leaning forward to cling to his leg.

In one switch motion, his boot made contact with her stomach and she doubled over with a gasp, her grasp on his leg loosening immediately to clutch at her middle. The struggle to breathe raged on for a few minutes before she could finally lift her tear-streaked face to look at him, lips trembling. "Daddy..."

He snorted, "Your mother should have aborted you." And with that, another kick landed against her ribs.

[[END]]

Shya blinked rapidly, clearing away the vision of her childhood to focus once more on the man walking beside her. He was clean-shaven and well=pressed, but she could see the traces of the alcohol in his eyes. It was the dazed look he always seemed to get when he drank too much, the glossiness only fading hours after his last. Naturally, he had come to see his daughter drunk. Nothing had changed.

"So, this is Harper Rock. Got to say, I expected something a bit...different," he noted with a glance around the street, taking in the various buildings and sites, though there were no people around. Not that there was much to see, and it was obvious he was only attempting to make conversation. They both knew he shouldn't there, but in their attempt to pretend their relationship was normal, they forced interaction. As always.

She followed his gaze and shrugged up a shoulder, "So did I. But, I'm fine here...It's better than home."

The way his muscle tensed around his jaw gave away his irritation at his words, and before he even opened his mouth, Shya knew what would be coming. It was the age old argument that had been having since she left home the first time. He needed her back home. Her mother would have wanted them near each other. She couldn't last on her own. It had all been said and done before.

Surprisingly, he held off and simply nodded his head and moved a few steps ahead of her. She stared into his back, trying her reasoning skill to explain why he was really here, if not to lecture her about coming home. In no way did she love the man that walked before her, but he remained her father. How he felt for her was of little concern, and there had never been reason to ask. That being said, he definitely was not here for a family visit.

Perhaps he needed money, or was sick and expected her take care of him. Or, maybe the house had burned down and all their memories of her mother with it. Or, he was just simply a sadistic ****.

"You should come home."

And there it was. Shya looked at him blankly, "I'm not coming home, Dad. End of."

In a blur of movement, the crack sounded against her cheek. Her head snapped to the side and she gasped, her hand instinctively raising to her face. Heat radiated from her skin under her hand with a throbbing sting to accompany it. Her hand hand shook as she slowly moved it away to check for blood before turning to looked at him. There were no words, and she found herself struggling to form a sentence, just as she had all those years ago.

He looked down at her stone-faced with no remorse in her eyes, {b]"I am your father, and you will not speak to me that way."[/b]f

Posted: **28 Feb 2015, 00:09**

He was sitting at a train station, waiting for it to arrive so he could head to the other side of town. Enver refused to drive his car this time of year-mostly because he was so damn attached to the thing and often feared some idiot that didn't know how to drive in winter [that very well could be him to, since he lived in Cali all his life] would total his car. And while Enver had money to get another and another and another on top of that, the process was tedious to him and he rather liked this car. The one he got last year after he had totaled the other in a drunk driving incident.

So, while he waited, the male was going through various folders of information on another expenditure in the future. A fourth business, to keep his cash flow rolling in, since he seemed to have a knack at being such a great businessman. And since his ***** of an ex-wife [the first] couldn't touch his future endeavors and anything he had started in Harper Rock, Enver was more than willing to branch out. All too eagerly actually, while the business he was given after both his parents passed away, was a forethought at best.

He looked up when Enver heard something. A loud noise that he hadn't heard too often. Not in his life. Movies? Surely, but anywhere else? Not really. He didn't come from that sort of household or had too many encounters where people hit or punched people. So he looked up, eyes skimming the immediate area to see if what he thought he heard, was indeed what he heard. His eyes came up with a few people; some in the immediate area and a couple maybe a block down at the furthest. Enver watched the woman, more so than the male. Had he hit her? Did people do that sort of thing anymore? Did men, more like it, do that sort of thing? Well, he knew people got physical in a variety of ways, but to assert dominance like that in this day and age seemed...well, dead.

He didn't get up. Enver just folded the folders closed, as his eyes stayed on the woman and the male, only because he didn't want to jump to conclusions about anything. He hadn't actually seen the male hit the woman, so Enver could be way off on what he thought happened and what actually happened. He just waited and watched, his eyes focusing on both of them now as he shifted his position on the bench.

Posted: **02 Mar 2015, 01:50**

Rather than let what has happened keep her down, Shya straightened up and began walking down the street once more. If there was one thing that she would not allow, it would be for her father to make a fool out of her in this new city. She had come here to escape from the life she had had before, and to start over. No one in the city knew her name, and that was exactly how she liked it. There was a lot she didn't know or understand about the city, but that was okay.

Naturally, he caught up to her in no time at all, acting as if nothing had happened. He was tall and broad, and at one time, was a handsome man. Time had not been kind to him, his beard ratty and full, and his beer belly sticking out to give off the appearance of obesity. His hygiene routine was non-existent, and most days...he would need her to remind him. He was disgusting to look at, and his personality was like a black hole.

And in that moment, she came to a realization. While all other emotions remained numb, hatred suddenly seethed through her veins like liquid fire. If there were such a thing as 'seeing red' then she would definitely be seeing it right now. Every thought related to harming him in some way or another, to make him feel the pain that she had endured with him for so many years. She wanted him to know what it was like to be beaten down so far you could no longer stand. To hit rock bottom.

Her gaze hardened, the hatred controlling every thought she had. With no other emotions to combat the feeling, it took over, and she had no idea how to stop it. In truth, she didn't want to. "I will speak to you in whatever way I please, Father. I'm not a little girl you can control, anymore," she finally replied, her voice dead and cold. Knowing him, he wouldn't even catch on to her feelings. He was that stupid, and uncaring, when it came to his daughter.

He didn't say anything, and for a brief moment, she thought she had won. Won an age old argument with a man who always had to have the last word. She could have smiled, had she felt any pride for her accomplishment. And it was a short-lived win, anyway.

The moment they came to narrow alley, she felt a rough tug on her arm. When she turned to question what was going on, her Father shoved her bag against the brick wall so hard that a shooting pain began at her shoulder. Her face contorted in pain, but she didn't say a word as she attempted to bring her feet back under her in order to stand.

She hadn't gotten very far when her father's hand fisted in her hair, bringing his face down to her own. He didn't say anything, and instead pulled away just enough to allow his fist access. The moment of impact caused a hiss of pain to pass her lips and she fell backgrounds onto the ground once more. This time, she knew she was bleeding and she blinked rapidly to clear away the blurriness in her gaze, the blood ran into her eyes.

She was seeing red. And she wanted him to see it, too.

Posted: **05 Mar 2015, 02:03**

With the folders closed, Enver was free to stand up without any issues. He was sure any and all personal matters that he wanted to keep personal, would remain as much when he closed the folders. However, just to be on the safe side, Enver popped open his briefcase and tossed the manilla folders in the case and closed it. A hand grabbed the handle as his other hand straightened out his suit coat. His eyes barely moved from the male and female as he carried out those motions, Enver watching more because he thought he was going crazy. Seeing and hearing things that didn't really happen.

Yet, when the man grabbed the woman and forced her from anyone's line of vision, Enver knew he wasn't crazy. Not in this situation. He knew something was going down and that someone should do something. Because if Lorde was in this situation, or his wife, he would hope someone would come to their aid if needed. Because it was the right thing to do in his eyes.

The briefcase made a small scratching noise as Enver moved away from the bench, somewhat too lazy to lift it off the bench first before moving away. Gravity would do its job when the case was no longer supported by the surface, so Enver didn't feel the need to exert more energy than what was needed.

His pace was quick, because Enver was hoping to get to the man and the woman before it was too late. But, he didn't. "Hey!" Enver called out as their heads collided together. His call didn't get an answer, not that Enver expected it to, but he had hoped it would have startled the guy giving the unidentified female a couple of bruises reasons to pause and even take off. It seemed he didn't hear Enver or didn't care.

His hand tightened around the briefcase as Enver closed the distance between the male and female. As he approached, he recognized they were both human, as both were breathing. And the smell of blood, also smelled human. Enver almost gagged at the smell of it. He hadn't fed from a human in a while. Which meant he hadn't had fresh blood. Too long if he couldn't even think of the last time he had done it. He supposed it was along the lines of cutting something out of your diet and then reintroducing it after months, or years. It usually made you sick. And that's how the male felt at the scent of the fresh blood.

"I said, hey! You dick." Enver said after collecting himself and trying his hardest not to vomit. He doubted that would help his case any. "Why don't you pick on someone who isn't a woman?" Enver hoped that this would be enough to get the guy to stop and think about what he was doing. Or get him to stop and stop put his attention on just Enver, so the woman could get away.

Posted: **07 Mar 2015, 21:44**

The hits and kicks came at various points. Rather than attempt to move away from them, Shya took each one with a soft whimper. She knew better than to scream, as that only spurred her father on further. Especially with being in a public place, a scream would draw attention. And that would be a situation in which he would never forget or forgive her. He had a reputation, after all. Even if it was one for the town drunk. No one knew him in Harper Rock, yet, and he would probably rather it stay that way. So, her lips were pressed tightly together, an occasional tear trailing down her cheek and mixing with the blood on her face.

The sound of a stranger's voice made her glance up toward the entrance to the alleyway. Though he appeared blurry and tinted with red, there was something vaguely familiar about him. No name came to mind, and she was certain that she hadn't encountered him more than once in the city thus far. Still, his face rang a bell in her head. And then it hit her. He had been one of the men in the cafe that day with the thief. In fact, he had been one that made the joke, as if it would ease away any tension felt in the entire room. There was potential that she had called him crazy, too. And now, here he was, stepping in to the rescue.

She opened her mouth to tell the man to back off and let it go, but she never got the chance as her father rounded on him. His face had grown purple in his rage, the veins sticking out against his forehead in the most ugly fashion. "Wot did you say to me?!" he demanded, spit flying everywhere. When he got angry, he seemed to salivate more, and no one was ever safe from the splash zone. "Leave. This ain't your business." He gave the man a once over, more than likely assessing his chances at beating him, too. And Shya knew where this was going to go.

Rather than see a fight break out right in front of her, she used the brick wall of the alley to support herself as she stood. "No, stop this. Father, just let it go," she attempted to get through to him, but he ignored her, as he so often did. Something in the man that had interrupted had set her father off even more, and he was in his own little world. She was nothing more than a mere annoyance in the middle of his drama.

And then he lunged. Rather than let him reach the man trying to help her, she shot out from the wall and threw herself between them, her arms spread out. Maybe she could convince this unknown man to just leave. She would be okay, and he could just forget he saw anything. Yes, if only she could keep them apart for a moment longer.

Posted: **15 Mar 2015, 12:47**

Leave, the man told him. And maybe he was right. Maybe this wasn't his business, but the guy had made it his business and the business of others because he was handling what he believed to be his business, and his alone, in public. Enver felt like it was a civic duty. Hell, if it had been a dog he was treating like this and Enver had seen and heard it, he would have stepped in.

"You know what? You're absolutely right. It isn't my business, but I've got a phone and my fingers work just fine." Enver tugged his phone out and held it for the guy to see. "At best, you're looking at a form of domestic abuse, if you know this young lady. At worst, assault charges, maybe even attempted murder. Both, come with jail time. The latter coming with the longest jail time. Not sure how the Canadians feel about death row. Should we call the police and see?" Enver swiped his phone so it lit up and pressed the phone icon. It was an offer he was damn well going to follow through on, if the guy continued his actions at the woman.

As he pressed the first number, the guy reacted. Apparently, whatever Enver said didn't get the guy to think better of his actions. It sparked rage in him. Maybe he thought he could get a two for one deal. Enver didn't know, but his phone dropped and Enver reacted in kind. He wasn't the type to resort to violence, but he wasn't the type to stand there and take it either. A sloppy hook came up and grazed Enver somewhere near his ear. That was the only freebie the guy was going to get because Enver reeled back his right arm and replied in kind. Only, it was a little more harder than Enver realized, but he was also the type to get lost in the moment and just react. His fist met flesh and sent the person's head backwards.

Only, it wasn't the man's head his fist connected with. Dark, long hair spraying out in the air told Enver it was the woman's head that got met with his fist. "Damnit!" Enver spat out before he reacted and pushed the guy out of his way; his focus changing now. Enver followed after the woman, panic consuming him. "Miss. Are you alright?" He was at her side in less than two seconds, shaking her, attempting to get a response from the woman he had been trying to save from getting hit again. Irony.

Posted: **19 Mar 2015, 21:03**

It all seemed to happen in a trance-like state. She found herself between the two males, both of them moving at a speed unnaturally slow for humans. Both of their expressions registered some level of rage and annoyance with the other. While her father was simply being his usual asshole-ish self, the only was only serving to further push the situation to its a breaking point. She couldn't blame him, though, for reacting. Her father was on the attack, and that meant self-defense. He could have her father arrested in minutes, not only for assault, but domestic violence, as well. And in a fleeting moment of freedom, she relished the idea.

The moment was gone the instant the unknown male made contact. Except it wasn't contact with her father. It was with her. His fist collided against the side of her head, and the force behind it sent her literally flying backwards. With a sickening crack, her head hit the brick wall making up one half of the alleyway. When the pain resonated through her entire body, the world finally seemed to speed up to normal, and she let out a pathetic whimper as the stars danced across her vision. Everything was blurred into a mass of color, with the voice that called out to her a distant echo. Nothing made sense, while being perfectly clear, all at once.

Strong hands took hold of her, shaking her. What little effort it would take to answer him seemed too much. Shya desperately wanted to beg him to stop, to let her lay down. But her thoughts were a jumbled and unintelligible mess. There was no chance of words making their way out. All that mattered was the pain, and uncontrollable shivers she could barely feel. Her only way of knowing they were there, was the visible shaking of her hand.

Without offering a response to the male, that shaky hand lifted to the back of her head. The pain had been the strongest there, but had since grown completely numb. Her fingers gingerly touched the source, only to come away hot and wet. As she moved to inspect her fingers, she barely registered the dark red blood staining them. The extent of her injury was impossible to tell without looking, and that simply wasn't going to happen. Her entire body was shaking, shock taking over from the trauma. Everything felt cold and hot all at once, and the once blurry vision was beginning to darken into a black nothingness.

In that instant, she somehow knew she was dying. Something within her had broken, choosing to 'quit the field.' There was no self-pity, no remorse, no anger. Just the sense of her journey ending. If Heaven really did exist, she would meet her mother on the other side. If it didn't, as she had always claimed, then at least her death would have made for a good story. 'Man Tries to Help, Kills Woman.' Poor guy.

Posted: **04 Apr 2015, 16:12**

She wasn't answering and she was more or less a limp noodle as he tried to stir a response out of her by both asking her a question [repeatedly] and giving her shoulder a few good shakes. "****, ****, ****." Enver groaned as his free hand darted through his dark hair. Enver backed away from the woman, palms scraping against the surface of the concrete as he did this.

That was when "dad of the year" decided to start chiming in and started acting stupid. The other male's voice got louder as he started shouting the woman's name; Shya apparently. He grabbed the woman's face and pulled it back to look in to her face and then started rough handling her, cramming her neck left and right to try and waken her. As he did this, the older male claimed he was going to sue Enver for everything he had, charge him with homicide if she was dead and other things he could think of as he manhandled the young woman. "Leave her alone, buddy." Enver spat out before he was up on both feet and coming around towards the woman now known to him as Shya. A hand went to the male's shoulder and roughly yanked him away from the woman. "Think you've done enough." A defensive shoulder blocked the other male's view as Enver attempted to try and get the woman to reply to him, one last time. When that final attempt failed, he came to a cold hard realization. He was going to lose everything. His finances, everything he worked so hard to build up the last two years or so since he cleaned up, his reputation and his wife. He was going to jail. Did Canada have the death penalty? Weren't they pacifists over all? Like Sweden, right? He didn't know, but the guy's yammering didn't help alleviate Enver's fear and anxiety over the entire situation. He just needed a second to think, but the guy wasn't giving it to him.

"Would you piss off already?" Enver growled at the guy that was pawing at him as he tried to get closer to his daughter. Without meaning to, in that moment, Enver tapped in to one of his Allurist abilities and started planting suggestions in the mind of the other guy. "She's going to be fine if you bugger off already. She'll call you later." Enver promised the male who started at Enver absent mindedly before he nodded his head, swallowed and then turned around and left the scene. The Allurist didn't care where the guy was going or if he drowned in his own puddle of piss face down later tonight, his focus was on the woman. He had stated she was going to be fine and that she was going to call her dad later. And if the guy remembered what happened, Enver wasn't about to lose everything he had to some schmuck.

So the decision was made. Enver didn't know anything other than her name, color of her hair and approximate height, but he was going to sire her. There was niggling at the back of his mind, but he ignored it. Later, he would come to realize what that irritation was, but for now, Enver was only thinking of a quick fix in a shitty situation that he stumbled upon. That last person he sired, Darian, had been well over two years ago. The male rarely sired because he didn't want to give this life to anyone if he could help it. Lorde and Darian had been exceptional cases; the first was because she got too close to the truth, the second as a favor on the guy's death bed. He had helped Enver and in return, Enver helped him the only way he could before Enver himself was killed. "Here's hoping it works, kiddo."

The process was rudimentary, wasn't it? She needed to have vampire blood in her before she died and then would be "reborn," or however it was put. Would she be able to drink it though? That was the million dollar question in the back of his mind as Enver stood, punched his hand through the window of the building Shya was propped against and grabbed a large sliver of it. He dragged it across the palm of his left hand, balled his fist together and then brought it to Shya's mouth. "Drink up, kiddo." Enver said before he realized he was going to have to force Shya to drink it, because she wasn't going to do it herself.

The other hand pried her lips apart so that the blood from his hand could go in to her mouth before Enver moved away from the woman. Hopefully it worked. If it didn't, he felt he had tried everything in his power to help her from the get go. He looked down at the piece of glass and knew he could speed the dying process up for her, but even in knowing she might end up a vampire, Enver couldn't bring himself to do more than think about showing the piece of glass in the young woman's neck. He felt guilty and disgusted with himself for even thinking it. He pocketed the piece of glass in his suit coat, took another step back and waited. And hoped. Enver hoped the process would be quick and as painless as it could be for the woman.

Posted: **06 Jun 2015, 14:45**

The shaking made every part of her body scream in pain, but she had no means of letting the men know. For the short minutes that this continued, she begged for unconsciousness. Anything to block out the pain, even if it meant death. It was inevitable, at this point, and the sooner it came, the sooner her relief would come. The voices surrounding her were fuzzy, and she could barely make out a word they were saying. All she knew was there was an argument, or at the very least, raised voices. Perhaps they were trying to figure out what to do in order to help her, or her father was being his usual ignorant self.

Moments later, her father's voice faded and the voice of the unknown male grew louder in her ears, as if he had leaned down over her. The word 'kiddo' was repeated a couple of times, but why this man would call her such an endearing nickname was odd and out of reason. She wanted to ask why, to claim he didn't know her. But that was the last she heard before the world went black on her, and she never had the chance to speak.

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Shya had no recollection of how long she had been unconscious or what events had taken place in the meantime. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and she found herself on the dark floor of the alleyway. Vague flashes of the event occurred to her as she struggled to get a grip on the situation. There had been a fight with her father. A stranger interfering. And the stranger hitting her. Hitting her head. Was she...dead?

Ever so slowly, a hand raised from the ground to tentatively touch the back of her head where she knew the gash to be. When it came away the blood was mostly dry, but she couldn't feel any pain. There was a tenderness, but the throbbing from the wound and around her body was gone, as if it had never happened. The most she felt was stiff. So, she attempted to sit up, her focus blurry.

As soon as she set her eyes on the opposite wall, she spotted the unknown male, and she froze. "What...what are you still doing here? Where is my father?" she asked him, voice hoarse from misuse. A glass of water sounded fantastic, and perhaps this man could help her get it. But, there was doubt in her mind that she looked a little rough.

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