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Infusco => INFUSCO: Enter The Shadows => The White Rabbit => Topic started by: Trillian on February 22, 2019, 11:39:44 AM
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Lazarus was lounging in the sitting room with his bare feet up on the coffee table, crossed at the ankles. He was in his favourite outfit - a pair of jeans and nothing else. The room was dark except for the flickering television set, and Lazarus found himself strangely interested in the story that was unfolding before him. The movie was too loud for him to hear footsteps, but he was aware of the front door opening and lights coming on.
"Jake, love," Lazarus greeted, and his eyebrows shot up when Ben stalked past across the room, looking furious as he went to his bedroom and slammed the door shut behaving very much like the teenager he looked like rather than the years he'd lived. Lazarus coughed laughter before turning back to look at Jake. The movie at his back was ignored as he knelt on the couch and grinned at his boss/lover. "How'd the party go?" he asked.
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Ben, Sam, and Jake all entered the flat. Sam had been told to avoid Lazarus like the plague, and she seemed to have no issue following the directive. Ben was pouting of course, and stormed off like a brat. And to think, he'd been so close to home and his precious Kerr. Despite Ben's sullenness, Jake looked almost giddy. He moved into the room and before telling Lazarus a word planted a happy kiss on him, almost as if he might've missed him. He stepped back beginning to undress as he responded.
"Evening gorgeous," he hummed. "You look nice like that." A shoe was thrown off. His cuff links were put on a table.
"It was a mixed bag but I think we did well overall. Your night go alright?"
Jake seemed curious how his social representative, his beautiful harpy, had spent his needed night off.
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Lazarus grinned wolfishly after their kiss and purred his delight at the strip show happening in front of him, even without any teasing. Perhaps because it was so straight-forward. He liked that idea; come home, strip, fuck, rest, fuck again, sleep. He was looking forward to Jake de-stressing with him.
"Better now you're back," Lazarus said, stepping off the couch and helping Jake with his shirt - using his teeth on the buttons to chomp them off and spit them out... Unless Jake didn't want him to ruin his shirt, that was, then Lazarus would poutily use fingers instead. "Any gossip?" he asked between buttons.
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He let the buttons go. It was just a dress shirt, and the small amount of savagery was what he'd come to expect from the man doing it. Jake and Lazarus had the same thing in mind, the show being for him of course. Jake thought how best to answer Lazarus's question, and decided to go with official business before juicy gossip.
"Well there is a new leader in the south," he said. "Charon gave it up. He played it like charity but his greedy little claws couldn't afford it. I heard thanks to you and my other sources. Do you know the witch Saint Sabrina?"
His tone was still mostly flirty, not attaching any emotion to Sabrina's name.
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Lazarus, in the middle of plucking a button off with his teeth, heard the name 'Sabrina' and gasped. The button went into his windpipe and he reeled back, choking and coughing to get the damned thing out. It was uncomfortable and he could feel it stuck in his throat. He staggered backwards, coughing and pounding his chest with his fist until the button flew like a tiny projectile out of his mouth and pinging against the buffet in the far corner.
Lazarus took in great gasps of air to cleanse his windpipe and also because it felt energising to puff out his chest and pant like a beast. He felt like a beast, in fact, and he wanted to tear and pull and tug and bite, but with Jake looking at him in surprise, he didn't want to turn that violence on Jake.
"FUCKING SABRINA!?" he yelled into the room with such force it seemed that even the furniture shrank from it. He twisted away and grabbed the closest thing to him - the coffee table - and upended it, flinging it with such force that it crashed against the wall and snapped in half. No mean feat, since Jake's furniture was solid. "Fucking Sabrina!?" he yelled again, stepping further into the room where there were small shatterable things on display. He wanted to break them, break it all, break everything. His flung his arm across the surface, and multiple items flew and crunched upon landing.
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Jake had spent his entire life as a vampire slowly and carefully picking the items in his home. It was a nerdy habit, and an old one, but he had good taste and swelled in anger when his expensive and rare coffee table was smashed! Then other items, vases, art work, and glass. This would not work.
"Stop smashing my shit now!" Jake had never yelled, and stormed into the room, shoving Lazarus feebly due to the other's strength, but none the less he would not let his home be destroyed without a fight. He was nearing the Picasso. This had to end! "What... is... wrong... with... you..." His speech was broken up do the struggle taking place.
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Lazarus roared, annoyed that he was being stopped halfway through his rage. He turned on Jake and fought against him; now that his attention was on the other vampire, it was easy enough to use his superior strength and fling him across the room, too. When Jake landed, it woke Lazarus up from his red fugue and he was immediately awash with regret.
"Fuck! Jake..." he rushed to his lover's side, intending to hold him in apology - if Jake would let him.
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Jake dodged the first few spastic flings at him. He didn't seem to be focusing where he was swinging. He was not prepared to be lifted and flung across the room. Lazarus underestimated his strength. Jake hit a wall, damaging the Sheetrock and sliding down to the ground. He was in shock. Nobody ever treated Jake like that. He was a warrior. He was a prince. He was... a child.
When Lazarus went to hold him, he let his attacker. He hadn't felt his youth this much in ages, but the last few weeks returned him to the feeling he had right after siring. He grabbed on, but didn't say anything. Unless Lazarus was being entirely dishonest in his regret he'd likely see how shook he'd made Jake with his show of strength.
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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Lazarus whispered, hating that this desperate reaction was what he'd brought out in Jake. He would've preferred insults, more fighting, even being told to get out... but this... It saddened him. It clenched his insides with guilt and shame. He felt bad about what he'd done. When had been the last time he'd ever felt bad about anything? It only proved that Lazarus felt more for him than intended. When had that happened? When had he started caring about anyone besides himself? "Sorry," he whispered again.
When had he ever apologised to anyone and meant it?
He cradled Jake into his arms, bridal style, and carried him across the broken room and to the bedroom, glad he didn't have to suffer Ben's eyes looking at him. He would've hated for him to have seen this moment. At least the little bastard hadn't been stupid enough to poke his head out of his room.
Lazarus kicked the bedroom door closed behind himself and set Jake down upon the edge of their bed and knelt in front of him. He couldn't see any blood, or any crushed part of his skull. Jake didn't look hurt, he just looked like he was in shock. He didn't know how to fix it. "Jake, love?" he asked, scared.
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Jake wasn't home for a few moments, he was miles away. He noticed Lazarus pick him up, but if asked tomorrow he couldn't remember another thing. Ben was the farthest thing from his mind, but he would be glad later to know Ben hadn't seen such weakness. He'd point out that Lazarus was really in charge, that Jake was weak. Then he heard the blonde's voice again, first a bit hazy but then more clear.
"Yes," Jake said weakly, eyes slowly returning to awareness. "I -." He had no words to give. He laid down and made himself available to be spooned.
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In Lazarus' eyes, Jake was trying to get away from him. He didn't want that. He didn't want this to be the way they drifted apart. Jake seemed okay, but deep in thought, like he was trying to decide what to do, how to act, whatever. Lazarus hadn't experienced that kind of shock for so long that he'd forgotten what it was like... and how to deal with it.
"No, no, please," Lazarus clung to him, halting Jake's progress as he tried to turn on the bed. He couldn't bodily stop him from lying down (and didn't really want to, he'd done enough damage). How was he going to fix this? How could he prove to Jake that he was genuinely sorry? That he would do anything to make it up to him.
Anything. He would do anything. He would do that one thing he never did. Jake might not appreciate the depth of the gesture right now, but he would certainly understand his dominant role in it. Lazarus had told him already that he would never get on his knees, that he would never submit to another man, that he would never worship them with his tongue - that it was demeaning for a man of his status and age.
Maybe it would help him come around. Sex always helped people come around, right? It made the world go around and all that.
"Wait, my love. Shh, wait. Look what I can do, what I'm doing for you. Look, look." As he spoke, he unbuckled Jake's pants and pulled them down, hooking his fingers into them to reveal Jake's penis, flaccid and unresponsive. "You can watch, watch me. See how sorry I am?" Lazarus pulled Jake closer to him by his hips and took everything into his mouth, all that he could. His tongue worked circles and his lips pressed firmly, trying his best to inject life. He might be out of practise but he'd been performed on many times. He knew exactly what to do. He was chagrined that at first he got nothing, but then there was a twitch and he murmured his hope.
It didn't occur to him that Jake might not want this and wasn't in a state to let him know either way.
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There are those moments in life where we're not in control. That can be hard for some people. Jacob McCloud was in a tower. He was chained and had been whipped for hours, a combination of dry and wet blood running down his body. He was tired. He was hungry for viate, and the beam of moonlight on his face would be the sun soon. His jailer gave him another lash.
The fifty year old vampire cried in pain, while the ancient beat him. "Who are you," he asked again.
"I am Ventrue. I am Jacob." Another lash! "Who are you boy?"
This had gone on for hours, and his weak naked body shook in pain and fear of the rising sun. "I am no one," he finally said. His jailer walked forward and pulled down his cloak. The handsome features of a man from the Greek city state of Thebes stared at him. His physical age was older than the youth's, and his vampire age was over two-thousand. Jake looked at the face of his mentor, Mithras. He'd been speaking out of turn again. He'd questioned things. He'd told his elders they were wrong. He'd needed to be punished and Mithras loved to hurt the boy. When he relented and admitted he was no one the pain stopped. Mithras approached him and grabbed his face by the chin. He simply looked at him before planting a fat, unwanted kiss. "You are so beautiful. Don't waste the blood."
"Yes master. Whatever you say."
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Jake looked upon Lazarus "submitting" to him. His penis hardened as what was happening was physically arousing, but internally Jake felt twisted up, like a steel knife had slid between his ribs. He wanted to stop him. He knew he should stop him. But he couldn't. He felt so weak, and so helpless, and at least Lazarus was trying to make it better. He laid back on the bed, moaning at intervals, feeling himself getting closer and closer. He closed his eyes and finished, and he saw not Lazarus's face but his old tutor Mithras.
Who are you?
Fearing another whip, Jake whispered softly, "I am no one."
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Shudders racked Jake's body as he came and Lazarus swallowed it, licking whatever he hadn't caught. Lazarus heard what was said shortly afterwards but didn't know why. He thought it might be in relation to the way he'd thrown Jake around.
"You're not no-one," he insisted, though his voice was soft and gentle. He stood and crawled beside Jake, laying at his side and petting his chest and face, wanting to hear words like 'forgive' and 'thank you' for the act he'd performed. He wanted acknowledgement that they were moving past this, that it wouldn't be held against him. That he wouldn't be thrown out. "You're Jake McCloud. You're my boss. You're leader of the city central and the west."
He searched Jake's face for a clue as to how he felt now, now that Lazarus had proved himself.
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And then it happened, that horrible internal urge to protect the self. Jake's mind railed to his own defense, and he looked to his arrogance, his greed, and his entitlement. He wrapped himself in those things like they were a fine linen. His face became more neutral. He was back, and he began to wonder if this wasn't what he wanted. Lazarus was calling him boss, reminding him he controlled the largest district in the city. Surely he couldn't be weak. Lazarus was right and he turned towards the man who'd just give himself in a way he never did normally. Jake felt he was going to be okay.
"Thank you," Jake said, wrapping his arms around him with a smile and snuggling under Lazarus's chin. He didn't say forgive though, an unconscious part of himself still knowing he was horribly wronged.
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Relief sped through his veins like he'd drunk from someone potent and Lazarus smiled his bliss. Jake was back to normal. His supplication had worked and Jake was turning to him and holding him like he had before. His decision had been a good one. Still, he didn't want Jake to spread it around that Lazarus had done that for him. He might even do it for Jake again - it hadn't been so bad.
All this was Sabrina's fault. He blamed her for this terrible moment as surely as he blamed her for casting a spell on his identity. He wasn't going to say her name in case Jake went back to that doll-like manner. It had scared Lazarus terribly, that he might've broken his lover. He had to remember that Jake wasn't ancient.
"You're welcome," Lazarus purred, kissing the top of Jake's head and still tasting him in his mouth and in the back of his throat.
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"So what were we talking about," Jake said as he further dissociated. The whole incident felt like thirty seconds now, and he knew they'd been discussing something. Was it the party? His eyes moved to the door for some reason, and he also wondered if the base needed more security. He'd ask Lisa about it tomorrow.
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Lazarus blinked at the rapid comeback. Well, he supposed there was no point wallowing. Because Jake was back to business, he took a risk and mentioned the topic, though not the name.
"You said the south district had gone to Saint Bitch. I'm not stepping foot in her zone," Lazarus complained. He added another kiss to Jake's head as an afterthought, to show he wasn't going to be throwing him around again.
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It took Jake a second to respond, unsure what Lazarus meant. Was he really that opposed to Sabrina. He needed to know more. "What happened between you two?" He nawed on his shoulder playfully. He felt like himself again. He thought of Murphy for a moment, and then for some reason wished he hadn't. Then Ben popped into his head. Why now? He just seemed to feel him. He quickly made sure he didn't see the other man at the door, Lazarus maybe even noticing the sudden jerk. He relaxed again and waited for Lazarus's reply.
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Lazarus shifted to get a better hold of Jake. He growled his pleasure at the gnawing and took a moment to reply. Did he really want to tell Jake what happened? He'd just blown him, so why not? Do it all.
"She cast a witchy spell on me, a long time ago. It was after I had the city the first time, but long before I took it the second time. Before you were here, anyway." He was stalling, he knew it. "She turned me into a woman. I spent three fucking years travelling the world looking for someone to turn me back. I found someone in China who could reverse it."
The dragon-lady. She'd been almost as bad as fucking Sabrina.
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Jake had been trying to stay "hip" when it came to the whole Queer revolution. He didn't even call himself gay anymore. Queer, masculine attracted if people needed a label, but honestly, who used labels anymore? He never understood Lazaus's odd hatred of women, but a piece of it fell into place. How horrible to have your body twisted and not match your soul. For the first time in his life he was disappointed in Sabrina. Surely there had to be a better way of teaching Lazarus than mutilating him. He told Lazarus these things and how sorry he was, and gave him lot's of affection, but added, "I think she's Charon's puppet if that helps."
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"Batman and Saint Bitch? All that does is make the city even smaller," Lazarus said, growing angrier that Venture was off limits, all of the south was off limits. If the two of them were allied like Jake said, then Sabrina might be roaming the fucking East as well. "What good am I now, if I can't go where I want?" Lazarus asked, his voice rising in pitch.
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Jake wanted to ask if Lazarus feared Sabrina, but dared not make him angry again. He decided to go for a gentler approach.
"You work for me now. Nobody is going to mess with my guy." It was an odd way to say it. He could've said "my harpy," or "my employee," or even "my friend," but guy left it open to interpretation. Did Lazarus see himself as Jake's guy?
"So go where you like. Behave in their districts. You burn down Sabrina's house there's not much I can do, but at base line they won't touch you."
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Lazarus looked sideways at Jake, wanting to believe that he could protect him, that his status was enough, but he'd been burned too many times and lost so much. Even when he'd been at the top, his plebs had mutinied and given Kerr the position of Luminary.
Fucking Kerr.
"I would've preferred Ben as District Leader over her. At least we can push him around," he said, hoping to cheer up Jake. Perhaps it was the wrong thing to say though, because Jake said how much he disliked Ben but he never did anything about it.
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"Well I plan on doing that in general anyways," Jake grumbled. Suddenly he felt very angry at Ben. He thought of his actions at the party tonight and scowled. "He is such a little fuck up." Lazarus would hear more hate than normal, and see a cruel look on his face.
"But Sabrina won't make waves, and it basically means that Charon controls both districts. He's the one to watch. Sabrina owes him. He's meeting with Zoehert and assholes tomorrow, and..." And this part was spat out harshly. "His loyalty wasn't fucking cheap."
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"Why, what does he want from you?" Lazarus asked, aghast. "He doesn't want you to... you know..." His mind went straight to sex.
He thought of Ben having sex with the monster and almost gagged. He'd heard stories of plenty of pretty boys lining up to offer themselves to the monster and couldn't get past it. It separated the bite-junkies and whores from the rest, that was for sure. Maybe Charon dominated them? Oooh, that made sense, but where would be the fun in that?
He left his thoughts to pay attention to Jake's response.
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Charon wanted two open ended favors of his own request, and added the condition Jake had no choice when to pay the debt back. When he came calling Jake would answer. Invading the west without telling Charon had been a risky moving but after seeing how chummy he'd been with the bird people he felt it was still the right one. Charon needed to earn trust too, and if he supported Jake in the west as promised, Jake would consider it trust earned.
"I owe him two major boons, favors of his own request. It's a rather popular form of currency in the vampire circles I'm from. I wonder if he chose that knowing I'd be forced to honor them. I don't anticipate they'll be anything life changing."
Jake was giving Charon a lot of credit, whether he'd really earned it Jake didn't know. Jake also saw the irony of telling the harpy who he owed boons too. Technically, making sure debts were paid was part of his job description.
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Lazarus' eyebrows shot up as he was told this.
"You're so clever. You get his support in the west now, until it doesn't matter anymore, and if he asks you for more than you want to give, you refuse. It's not like he can take it back." Lazarus laughed his delight.
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Jake knew Lazarus was oversimplifying this. Charon's tasks would be unpleasant, but he did have one good point. The longer Jake controlled the west, the harder it would be to take it away from him. Charon asking for his two favors soon and back to back would be a hard warning sign that betrayal was near. Jake would honor his word unless it was to kill a school bus of babies or murder his child or something equally horrid.
"That's the idea," Jake played along. He liked that Lazarus thought him clever. He liked the praise.
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Lazarus grinned and cuddled Jake a little tighter, but still wary of his hold. He would be tentative for a few months (weeks?) until the memory faded of how Jake had regressed into himself. It had reminded Lazarus too much like another love - one who he'd let die, who he'd told to end it all and then they had.
No more dwelling. Jake was fine. He was fine! Lazarus had fixed him.
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Sam was displeased to see Lazarus when they got home, avoiding him like a disease-carrying rat and going straight to her room. This corset had started killing her in the middle of the event, happily stripping it off and throwing it on the ground. Taking in a deep breath to try and rid herself of the pain, whatever jackass invented the corset should be shot. Gently take off the tights and skirt, hanging them up in the closet. Sam was excited about pyjamas, warm, fuzzy and un-constricting. A grin on her face as she pulled her pyjama's on. She would shower in the morning, sitting down at her desk she proceeded to wipe off her make-up.
Suddenly Lazarus started screaming about Sabrina, it made her smile. So there was someone that put the fear in Lazarus, then she could hear the smashing of items. What the hell?! Jake is going to kill Lazarus! Then a heart-wrenching thump against the wall, oh God Jake! Sam reached out to him Jake but he told her to stay in her room; she obeyed sickened with worry. However, the feeling of staying put would not last long. As she wiped off the rest of her make-up a disgusting feeling crossed her body. One that felt so familiar it invoked a response of rage, a terrible rage that was ready to explode.
The wave of raw emotions from Jake froze Sam to her seat, sending her into her own flashback. The night of her death and rebirth, that feeling of an out of body experience and the loss of any sort of control. That vampire's ghastly paw on her shoulder as she was taken to the ground, breaking several bones and sitting on her chest. Her nose broken and her chest crushed before draining her dry, a violation of her body and blood, she felt the similar feeling with Jake now. Unable to sit any longer she shoved herself out of her chair, refusing to obey. She would not let him be alone, Lazarus did something violating and awful. He had assaulted Jake and Sam would not stay in her room, her eyes dark with not only rage and the beast within her was not far from being released.
Whipping open her door with an untold fury she marched to his door, a large bang as she forced her way into the room and what she saw disturbed Sam. Jake's pants are undone as the two spooned each other in Jakes bed. No... Lazarus didn't! But he did and Sam felt all Jakes emotions, glaring at Lazarus with an obsession. Not caring if Lazarus chose to harm Sam, she would not let Jake be alone.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DAD!?" She screamed at Lazarus. Towering in the doorway, calling him out on his horrendous actions against Jake.
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Ugh, the female fledgling. Lazarus had wanted nothing to do with her and so far he'd been happy with the way she'd avoided him. Now she was in his face (so to speak, for she was actually at the doorway), making horrified faces and yelling like a brat. Stupid childe. Couldn't she see that he and Jake had made up? They were cuddling on the bed, for fuck's sake!
He wanted to say something to her, something like: Go back into your room before I make you, but that was too lame for what he wanted. While racking his brain for something wittier, Jake responded instead.
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Sam would feel overwhelming mental pain. It would start as a headache but then quickly develop into a full body experience. Jake was on his feet and moved to her slapping her hard across the face. He was shocked, embarrassed, but worst of all exposed. He did anything he could to keep the feelings he'd just buried six feet under, but here was his child, forcing him to relive it. It was that reason he was angry, not that she'd disturbed them. He grabbed her face and Dominated her, the force of it similar to Sam's early days.
"Get the fuck back in your room, and never disturb me when I'm in here again!"
He then would wait for her forced comply and slam the door. Jake moved back towards the bed, feeling slightly better that he worked off some rage.
"Sorry about that," he said as if the mail man had just come and laid back in bed with his attacker.
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And hey presto! Jake was definitely back to normal and Lazarus chuckled at the monstrous way he'd just treated his female fledge. Funny! It was far better than any verbal dig Lazarus could've come up with. He'd even been surprised at the forceful manner Jake had treated her, but he kind of knew it was because Jake had a bit of stress to work out thanks to Lazarus breaking his furniture. The way Jake had treated Sam had been a turn-on, actually, and he adjusted his jeans to give his growing erection some room. Maybe Jake would see that and want to play for a bit. He'd had his turn, already.
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Jake moved back to the bed and saw Lazarus's hard dick. He looked unenthused, but knew where this was going. He guessed it was fine. I mean, Lazarus had taken care of him, and Sam had made him so embarrassed. Jake sort of thought he owed him for being so patient. Besides, he only didn't want to because he'd gotten off. He could man up about it. He crawled back into bed, and would do whatever Lazarus wanted. After all, it was just sex right?
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Sam predicted Lazarus to say something snarky, even attack her on the spot. She didn't contemplate Jake to turn on his own for coming to his rescue. It was a grave mistake Sam miscalculated, turning Jake into a monster. Feeling her head pulsating with incredible pain, immediately moving her blood to offset the out of body experience. The force of his slap offsetting her balance, only to be regained by his hand grabbing her face. The pain forced Sam to open her eyes, her mind sizzled with agony. Like someone sticking a hot needle in her mind, she had no choice but to obey Jake.
Sam couldn't find the will to cry, what had the war done to Jake? How did he think this was okay?! Slamming her own door in response to Jake kicking her out. However, when Sam looked in the mirror the brutality of Jakes actions lay clear across her skin. A bruise lay across her face, light purple in colour and her right eye was slightly red. His fingertips marked her face the same light purple, had she not thought to move her blood she may have had broken bones. It sent Sam into a dangerous downward spiral, unstable in her room she began to internally harm herself. Dark thoughts brewing in her head with no one to correct her insane logic.
Nothing will change you are a burden
You are weak, a failure... an absolute nothing
You don't deserve the name blue blood
You are only here to correct his own failures
You are a puppet to use for his political advances
You need to leave before you get sucked in again
You need to leave after class tomorrow
The last thought ran loud in her mind. Long as Lazarus was here she was not safe. Ben was not safe and a pang of guilt rang in her heart, how was she to get him out? Jake had full control of Ben and Lazarus now had control of Jake. If she didn't leave tomorrow it was only a matter of time before she believed Jake could ever love Sam. It was apparent Jake liked the idea of Sam and nothing more, her thoughts distorted from the truth. Her mind would not slow down or shut off, having a mental episode trying to keep it together but it was futile. Sam just shut down and crept over to her bed, crawling inside. Completely empty inside, sleeping would only make it worse but what else could she do? Closing her eyes needing tomorrow to come.
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It took a long time before Ben dared exit his room. He'd heard the crashing, and the shouting, and the quiet, and then more quiet, and then Sam screaming and then a slap and Jake yelling at her to get into her room
fucking asshole sire what a creep
and Ben waited until he heard nothing for a long time more. He'd been listening for Sam's sobs, actually, but they didn't come. It worried him, that she would be silent. His concern for her had him poke his head out of his room and making his way to her door. He didn't bother to look at the broken furniture, because he knew stuff had been damaged. He just hoped Sam hadn't been damaged, too.
"Sam?" he whispered, his hand on her door. He couldn't hear her moving around. Maybe she'd gone to sleep? He would only wait a little while for her to respond. If nothing came, then he would return to the safety of his room.
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Sam was half asleep hearing a familiar voice, so low in a whisper she could barely hear. It was Ben and for a second she froze, only to have a sliver of defiance take hold. No she would not leave Ben to the hands of them both, Jake was unstable and she feared Jake would never let Ben go. Blaming Lazarus for Jake falling apart, it was the only thing that had changed. Silently whisking herself out of bed she crossed to the door, opening it and wordlessly ushering him inside. Her injuries were not pretty but at least she didn't have any broken bones. She tapped her head to signal she wanted to talk to Ben mentally, unsure if Jake or Lazarus heard Ben come out.
Jake is unstable with Lazarus, it is not safe. I have to try and get you out of here, after class tomorrow. I am going to try Ben... you've been good to me.
You could feel the sadness that in her connection, wishing she had more power to send Ben home. Something bad had already happened to Jake, she couldn't bring herself to tell Ben what she felt through their blood bond. She felt more like a fool than anything for coming to Jake's rescue, humiliated by the fact he now lay with his attacker; instead of embracing his daughter, no fledgling now. Not daughter. Sam threw that title away for now, her mind unstable from Jakes attack. Did Jake think after all the growing she had done that she would act in such a to deserve his brutality? If he would not accept her help then it would fall on Ben, and a crushing blow for Jake to push Sam's help away.
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He was shocked by the state of her face, and immediately went to the attached bathroom to wet a facecloth with cold water and wring it out before he went back to her and gently set it upon her face, urging her to hold it there. Her vampirism would heal it, but things like this also helped.
Ben, who believed Jake was unstable well before Lazarus had entered the picture, could only look at her and shake his head, not wanting her to attract more punishment for his sake. The slap had come from Jake, not Lazarus - he'd figured that much out because it was Jake who'd yelled at her. He figured she wanted to shift the blame off her sire and onto the intruder in her house. It made sense.
I'm only here because Charon wants me here. I can walk out at any time. But why do you stay with him? You're gentle and kind. He's violent and ill-tempered. Why not go somewhere better?
Ben had left Kerr, when he'd been much younger. It was a very similar circumstance (except without the violence). Kerr had someone else in his life and Ben hadn't been a priority. So he'd left.
If you ever feel unsafe, I can help you, too. You have lots of friends.
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Ben was not a touchy feely person and Sam had respected that about Ben. It was surprising to see him get a cold face cloth, taking it from him and holding it to her face. Sam didn't dare go out and try to grab some blood, and Ben didn't have to come but she appreciated his concern. Wishing more people could see this side of Ben, instead of a brat who brought down the Oligarchy. Sam never liked Ben being a pet of sorts, and now hearing he could leave she was a little relieved. She hoped Ben would take her warning and run the first opportunity he saw to escape.
I fear it would start a war if I tried to leave. I rather keep it contained here where none of my friends have to face his wrath. And even if I do run? He can summon me back against my will and come after whoever housed me.
Her tone seemed hopeless as Sam was in a tough situation, looking after others before herself. Sam didn't care if Jake struck her again but she would not risk his unstable behaviour on the city. It was a risk she was not willing to take but to get Ben out, she take that risk. Fewer consequences than Jake starting a fight with another district for someone taking in his fledging.
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You're more of a slave than I am, he thought at her, and wisps of his anger and frustration would travel to her alongside that mental thought. And he's more of a bastard than I realised, if he won't let you go.
He'd always thought Sam liked Jake, but now the truth was coming out. He would report this to Charon as well, if only so Sam could have more allies on her side. What she was going through was a thousand times worse than anything he ever had and her thoughts were full of saving her friends from Jake's wrath instead of herself. He didn't really know what she was going through, because he'd never feared being forced back to a person once he escaped. Declan, Themba... neither of them held that kind of power over him. And while he was here, well, he didn't fear for himself at all. Sam, though. She didn't have any chance of freedom.
Not while Jake was alive, anyway.
Don't worry about me, Ben sent, now sending her calming, peaceful thoughts to go with his request. I can look after myself. You look after you, okay?
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Sam didn't understand his comment, more of a slave than he was? When was Ben ever a slave? Feeling his whisps of anger and frustration but it was the truth and the curse of the Caine bloodline. Jake had been so good when he came home, no commands at all. There training had even gone well and they even shared a laugh or two. Then tonight it all fell apart and her faith in his changes shattered. The hope Sam had for Jake to be a better man was dashed, maybe this is how it will always be?
However, this was Sam having a mental episode, she did not mean to speak ill towards Jake. But the distortion in her mind was too much to correct Ben calling Jake a bastard. In reality, Sam is the best parts of Jake and at that moment he ran away, it filled her with an unimaginable hurt and confusion.
I have to worry about you. You are my friend and I feel bad if I didn't warn you. Whether Charon says you can go or not. Something is coming but I don't know what or how bad
Sam hoped Jake would come to his senses and not cling to Lazarus and his sharp, twisting words. The thought of that man having his devilish claws in her sire, it made her sick inside. She still come back for Ben after class, even if it meant getting thrown in jail. At this moment Ben came to her aid and now she would come to his and get him out.
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Thanks, Sam.
He sat there for a little while longer, going over the few words they'd said to each other.
I should go back to my room, he sent apologetically. It had been an exhausting night, and he was drained after his emotions had gone on multiple highs and lows. He couldn't even text Kerr goodnight because Jake had taken his phone off him in the car as punishment. He'd ask for it back tomorrow.
He gave her a brief smile and left her room to sneak back into his own, softly shutting the door to not attract any unwanted attention.
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I appreciate your concern tonight, thank you for everything. Try and have a good sleep.
Mustering a grin as he exited the room, taking the cloth off her face finally. It seemed to have looked better but not by much. Frowning at herself and grabbing her phone off her desk. Taking pictures in front of the mirror, pretty sure Jake was not aware of the extent of his rage. Maybe he thought he just gave her a hard slap, but no it was more than that; Sam had to use fortitude. Even then it still didn't protect her making herself feel weak once again.
Feeling hollowed out she crept back to her bed again, she wanted to ask Ben to stay but felt that was too much. Letting out a small sigh in bed, this was fucked. She had to teach a class tomorrow on top of it and keep her shit together. Pulling the blankets over her head and closing her eyes again; sleep coming faster than Sam anticipated.
(((END)))