We entered a bedroom, the scent pagtunaw oddly familiar, like I'd been in here before. The dark red silk sheets on the kama and the luxurious velvet curtains were so beautiful; along with the dark mahogany cabinets and drawers and door. I was so entranced with the room and all it held that his deep voice startled me,"This is your bedroom, you will sleep here, I've had Vexx go out-"
"Vexx?"
"I wasn't finished talking--go out and get some clothes for you, they're in the wardrobe susunod to your bed. But first, before you get comfortable, I want to give you the attire you'll be wearing when you go hunting."
And with that he disappeared.
~
"Change." I watched him as he dropped a duffle bag at my feet. The zipper laid open, like a monster's mouth waiting for me to reach in, so it could rip my hand away.
"Here?" I looked at him slightly confused.
"Yes, right here."
"But you're in here..." Was he serious?
"And?"
"And-"
"Just change sheese." He gripped the bridge of his nose giving me an irritated look. I picked up the bag and scowled, he may have saved me but I was not about to strip down in front of anyone. Quickly, I turned for the door and pulled on the knob who in turn wouldn't give and sat, stuck, leaving me trapped--again. "I'm not changing in front of you, you sick bastard!"
"Then we'll just sit here and wait, I'm only trying to help you my dear, I want nothing madami than to help you."
After what felt like ages, I gave in. I refused to turn and face Damian as I pulled my sando off then let it fall to the floor along with my jeans. They mixed in a puddle of cloth, so lazy and unsupported. In some mundane attempt to allow me to know he was still behind me I asked,"So how do half-vampire's become full ones."
His eyes were on me--I felt them--watching me, scanning up and down my body. Those red orbs of apoy burned into my skin leaving hot trails everywhere he looked; it was excruciating. He may have saved me but I was nothing madami than a piece of property to him. As I pulled the black sando from the duffle back and held it in front of me, about to slip it on, I felt a cold breath on my neck, I felt hands on my arms then my shoulder blades that forced me against the cool door. "To become a vampire, a full-blooded vampire..." His hand slid down my waist and rested on my hip,"You must drink the blood of a full one, or engage in something much more... intruiging." That cold, dead, hand slid to my thigh and squeezed, I felt his body against mine, towering over me.
No, this wasn't happening today, not after I just Nawawala my memory. I pushed back as hard as I could, and it worked. He stumbled back and with the advantage I had, I turned to face him. I pulled back my fist and charged pasulong letting it come in contact with the vampire's jaw. There was a growl that erupted from his throat that was animalistic and raw as he got to his feet. I went for another manuntok but was caught in his hands. The susunod thing I knew his arms were around me, pinning my own to my side as he lifted me from the ground. There was another growl that contradicted the sly smile on his face,"Do you know what happens to pets that don't listen? You disrespect the man who saved you, then injure him? I could break you in half, taint this body of yours, or drink the blood in your veins until you're dry. You're lucky I don't kill you right here. You'll learn your lesson, but right now.." One of his hands moved up the small of my back,"You will listen to me and everything I tell you to do," His fingers met with the flesh on the left of my spine, it was a burning sensation of pain and apoy as my world faded to black.
"Do I make myself clear?"
"Ye-yes sir." Her voice was broken as she spoke, so small and quiet. I couldn't see her, or the man that asked the question. But i could hear their voices--her voice. It was so full of pain, why was she hurting?
"Then tell me what your name is." His voice was spoken through clenched teeth, and I heard his fists clench and unclench, then clench again. Finally, I turned, the void of black, that pagtunaw of blood and death, had small slanted openings that if I angled myself right I could see a room. A dim room--a bedroom--and a girl. Her long blonde hair was to her knees as she looked at the ground, mumbling a response--she couldn't be a araw past six years old. I watched as a huge figure stepped forward, and growled,"What? Face me when you speak!"
The girl turned to him, and as I covered my mouth hoping they didn't hear me, I yelped. The little blonde's dress was ripped open in the back, and her flesh was bloodied. It dripped to the floor in a growing puddle as she looked up at the man, streaks from tears she must of shed before stained her face. She wasn't crying--she couldn't cry--she was out of tears. I had to strain to hear what she said,"Blade..."
"I still can't hear you!"
"My name is Blade!"
"Good...see darling," He lifted her and I saw her flinch as hand rested on her back as if the wound wasn't there,"You're mine, you will listen to what I say and everything I tell you to do, like Daddy's little angel, you won't listen to your mother, or your brother anymore, right?" I wanted to help! So much! Why couldn't I scream or move?! Why!
~
I was snapped back into reality as I felt Damian's arms squeeze me until I couldn't breathe,"Right?"
"Yes, sir..." I muttered absently, still Nawawala in the webs of whatever I had just had witnessed, which caused him to release me.
"Now get dressed."
I did as told, pulling on the black leggings and shirt, along with the hooded jacket, it was thick and heavy--bulletproof I'm guessing--and combat boots. As I reached back into the bag to see if I forgot anything, I felt the touch of cool plastic and leather. It was a gasmask, I held it up and looked to him, trying to keep my composure,"What's the mask for?"
"To hide your identity, we wouldn't want those awful people that hurt you to realize you really weren't dead."
Seemed stupid, but I slipped it on, its blue lens giving everything a soft azure tint. It was surprisingly easy to breathe, if anything it felt madami fresh--probably the filter of the gasmask.
"You can go to bed, we have a long araw of training tomorrow, so you'll need your sleep."
"Training?"
"You'll need to be able to actually fight your enemies, won't you?"
~
((I'm keeping it short from now on, I Know how boring it gets when I write long... sorry sometimes I just get to Pagsulat and I can't stop!! Anyway, the picture below has a lot of symbolism, weather you care or not, I'm still gonna explain it. It's obviously Blade and Damian, but it's his hands she's looking through. So she sees everything he wants her too. If it's bad to him, it's bad to her.. etc. And if she disagrees...she's wrong, so her opinions are choked out, hence the black oozy stuff. So yeah! MEH! Sorry this series is depressing, happier stuff will come later...))
"Vexx?"
"I wasn't finished talking--go out and get some clothes for you, they're in the wardrobe susunod to your bed. But first, before you get comfortable, I want to give you the attire you'll be wearing when you go hunting."
And with that he disappeared.
~
"Change." I watched him as he dropped a duffle bag at my feet. The zipper laid open, like a monster's mouth waiting for me to reach in, so it could rip my hand away.
"Here?" I looked at him slightly confused.
"Yes, right here."
"But you're in here..." Was he serious?
"And?"
"And-"
"Just change sheese." He gripped the bridge of his nose giving me an irritated look. I picked up the bag and scowled, he may have saved me but I was not about to strip down in front of anyone. Quickly, I turned for the door and pulled on the knob who in turn wouldn't give and sat, stuck, leaving me trapped--again. "I'm not changing in front of you, you sick bastard!"
"Then we'll just sit here and wait, I'm only trying to help you my dear, I want nothing madami than to help you."
After what felt like ages, I gave in. I refused to turn and face Damian as I pulled my sando off then let it fall to the floor along with my jeans. They mixed in a puddle of cloth, so lazy and unsupported. In some mundane attempt to allow me to know he was still behind me I asked,"So how do half-vampire's become full ones."
His eyes were on me--I felt them--watching me, scanning up and down my body. Those red orbs of apoy burned into my skin leaving hot trails everywhere he looked; it was excruciating. He may have saved me but I was nothing madami than a piece of property to him. As I pulled the black sando from the duffle back and held it in front of me, about to slip it on, I felt a cold breath on my neck, I felt hands on my arms then my shoulder blades that forced me against the cool door. "To become a vampire, a full-blooded vampire..." His hand slid down my waist and rested on my hip,"You must drink the blood of a full one, or engage in something much more... intruiging." That cold, dead, hand slid to my thigh and squeezed, I felt his body against mine, towering over me.
No, this wasn't happening today, not after I just Nawawala my memory. I pushed back as hard as I could, and it worked. He stumbled back and with the advantage I had, I turned to face him. I pulled back my fist and charged pasulong letting it come in contact with the vampire's jaw. There was a growl that erupted from his throat that was animalistic and raw as he got to his feet. I went for another manuntok but was caught in his hands. The susunod thing I knew his arms were around me, pinning my own to my side as he lifted me from the ground. There was another growl that contradicted the sly smile on his face,"Do you know what happens to pets that don't listen? You disrespect the man who saved you, then injure him? I could break you in half, taint this body of yours, or drink the blood in your veins until you're dry. You're lucky I don't kill you right here. You'll learn your lesson, but right now.." One of his hands moved up the small of my back,"You will listen to me and everything I tell you to do," His fingers met with the flesh on the left of my spine, it was a burning sensation of pain and apoy as my world faded to black.
"Do I make myself clear?"
"Ye-yes sir." Her voice was broken as she spoke, so small and quiet. I couldn't see her, or the man that asked the question. But i could hear their voices--her voice. It was so full of pain, why was she hurting?
"Then tell me what your name is." His voice was spoken through clenched teeth, and I heard his fists clench and unclench, then clench again. Finally, I turned, the void of black, that pagtunaw of blood and death, had small slanted openings that if I angled myself right I could see a room. A dim room--a bedroom--and a girl. Her long blonde hair was to her knees as she looked at the ground, mumbling a response--she couldn't be a araw past six years old. I watched as a huge figure stepped forward, and growled,"What? Face me when you speak!"
The girl turned to him, and as I covered my mouth hoping they didn't hear me, I yelped. The little blonde's dress was ripped open in the back, and her flesh was bloodied. It dripped to the floor in a growing puddle as she looked up at the man, streaks from tears she must of shed before stained her face. She wasn't crying--she couldn't cry--she was out of tears. I had to strain to hear what she said,"Blade..."
"I still can't hear you!"
"My name is Blade!"
"Good...see darling," He lifted her and I saw her flinch as hand rested on her back as if the wound wasn't there,"You're mine, you will listen to what I say and everything I tell you to do, like Daddy's little angel, you won't listen to your mother, or your brother anymore, right?" I wanted to help! So much! Why couldn't I scream or move?! Why!
~
I was snapped back into reality as I felt Damian's arms squeeze me until I couldn't breathe,"Right?"
"Yes, sir..." I muttered absently, still Nawawala in the webs of whatever I had just had witnessed, which caused him to release me.
"Now get dressed."
I did as told, pulling on the black leggings and shirt, along with the hooded jacket, it was thick and heavy--bulletproof I'm guessing--and combat boots. As I reached back into the bag to see if I forgot anything, I felt the touch of cool plastic and leather. It was a gasmask, I held it up and looked to him, trying to keep my composure,"What's the mask for?"
"To hide your identity, we wouldn't want those awful people that hurt you to realize you really weren't dead."
Seemed stupid, but I slipped it on, its blue lens giving everything a soft azure tint. It was surprisingly easy to breathe, if anything it felt madami fresh--probably the filter of the gasmask.
"You can go to bed, we have a long araw of training tomorrow, so you'll need your sleep."
"Training?"
"You'll need to be able to actually fight your enemies, won't you?"
~
((I'm keeping it short from now on, I Know how boring it gets when I write long... sorry sometimes I just get to Pagsulat and I can't stop!! Anyway, the picture below has a lot of symbolism, weather you care or not, I'm still gonna explain it. It's obviously Blade and Damian, but it's his hands she's looking through. So she sees everything he wants her too. If it's bad to him, it's bad to her.. etc. And if she disagrees...she's wrong, so her opinions are choked out, hence the black oozy stuff. So yeah! MEH! Sorry this series is depressing, happier stuff will come later...))
Name:Matt Nast
age:15
Alias: GreyStar
powers: clairvoyant, astral projection,he can resurrects the dead(but only if they have been dead for less than a day),and white magic
civvies:changes
hero outfit:whatever he's wearing with a white balabal and gloves
appearance:black hair eyes sometimes blue sometimes brown tall average weight
race:half German half Vietnamese
BG story:Ever since his grandfather passed away he has been able to speak to the dead,and throughout the years he gained madami powers.
Now he has decided to use them for a good use,and so he saves people and goes sa pamamagitan ng the name GreyStar.
<3<3<3 Hope you enjoyed
age:15
Alias: GreyStar
powers: clairvoyant, astral projection,he can resurrects the dead(but only if they have been dead for less than a day),and white magic
civvies:changes
hero outfit:whatever he's wearing with a white balabal and gloves
appearance:black hair eyes sometimes blue sometimes brown tall average weight
race:half German half Vietnamese
BG story:Ever since his grandfather passed away he has been able to speak to the dead,and throughout the years he gained madami powers.
Now he has decided to use them for a good use,and so he saves people and goes sa pamamagitan ng the name GreyStar.
<3<3<3 Hope you enjoyed
Likes: Magic
Best Friend: Erin
Loves: Tyler
Dislikes: Skeptics
Worst Habit: She never eats enough
Personal Secret: She dated Robin and wiped his memory of her despite him being her first love
paborito Food: Chocolate
paborito Color: Red
Code Name: Shade
Mentor/Inspiration: Batman
Relations: Tyler Stevenson
Base of Operations: Wherever needed
Personal Home: Not Disclosed
Occupation: Hero
Job: None
Team: The Resistance