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Re: Sire Bond
« Reply #45 on: June 18, 2019, 08:15:06 AM »
A low rumble escaped from Mitch's lips, "It is your clan now. Accept it." There would be no escaping from Mitchelletto's bond, death was the only way.

Mitch could feel Nikolai frantically search his mind, savouring the doubt and uncertainty that had now been planted in Nikolai's head. He was still suspicious, eyeing Mitchelletto up like a piece of candy and it didn't bother Mitch one bit. Picking up on the thought that Nikolai thought this was a game, he planned to use that to his advantage. Get the vampire talking for as long as possible.

"You think I'm lying? One thing I do take seriously is the clan," that was a half truth. He took the blood shed and killings seriously, everything else was a game to be won.

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Re: Sire Bond
« Reply #46 on: June 18, 2019, 08:41:10 AM »
"I don't give a flying fuck what you take seriously," Judas growled, taking to his feet now. There was some pleasure to be had at looking down at the man who had killed him. "All that clan bullshit won't save you from burning just like the rest of us. And I'm going to love watching you burn."

In a flash, Nikolai kicked in the leg of the chair Mitch sat in, watching the wood splinter and the seat lean perilously down to the floor before he bound towards the hotel room door as fast as he possibly could.

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Re: Sire Bond
« Reply #47 on: June 18, 2019, 12:08:49 PM »
Mitch just stood up and let the chair topple over, shaking his head as this one's feeble attempt to escape. In terrifying speed Mitchelletto leapt across the room, grabbing Nikolai by the shoulder and threw him to the ground hard, it was not time to leave, he wasn't done with the dumbass. His lips curled into a snarl, standing above Nikolai once again and a flame sprouted from his hand; colours of black and purple swirled in an unholy mass of fire. His eyes never leaving Nikolai's, even if he did try to look away, so he wanted to talk about burning huh?

"I wonder what's more painful? This or the sun?" Hoping the little shit would choke on his own words right now. Gauging his reaction to the bale-fire in his hand.

It was common knowledge that most vampires could not control fire, it was a skill that was thought to be a myth, especially among his clan; magic-wielding vampires was a terrifying thing. Mitch had a variety of skills that were special to his caste in his clan and this was one Nikolai could have learned. There were also other skills Mitch could teach him, but what he needed first was submission and this entity would not bow. Prehaps he needed to appease to Nikolai's weaker side before cracking open this one.

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Re: Sire Bond
« Reply #48 on: June 19, 2019, 05:57:35 AM »
His hand had grazed the doorknob and excitement of actual escape flooded him full of adrenaline.

Judas never felt Mitchelletto grab onto his shoulder; he only knew the sudden force downward, the ground catching him as he was spun and slammed down with too much force. As his shoulder hit the ground, there was a series of snaps and pops that resounded sharply through his upper body. Before the blight of pain even registered, he was pinned, with Mitch's knees on either side of his body and Mitch's hand holding his broken shoulder. A white agony shook his vision, shooting down his left arm and up into the side of his neck. Numbness in his fingers, his elbow, searing pain in his shoulder, upper chest, his neck. He suddenly couldn't catch air in his lungs, and the hopeless panic of imminent death set in. Mitch would feel the skin that usually stretched taut over bones loose now, the straight line of his clavicle bent at a foreign and disturbing angle, the tip of his joint dented and suddenly misshapen. There was wetness beneath him and something that he knew was supposed to be inside of him was scraping electrically against the laminate floor as Mitchelletto held him. Judas did his best not try to figure out which bone had broken through his flesh, though the agony kept bringing his attention to it.

With his good arm he wrapped digging fingers around Mitchelletto's wrist to try to force him off. Until...

Green eyes found the ball of dark flames in the other's free hand and a sweat colder than anything he had ever known washed over him. Instinctively he tried to back away from the elder, eyes wide with terror, but went nowhere. Judas didn't hear his words and the sound in his head had grown too loud. Judas clamped his eyes shut, willing the hallucination away. The younger vampire's head whipped sharply to the right, as if he were a marionette controlled by some external string. Then stillness, brief, but noticeable in the absence of his fear.

Judas wavered. The stillness came on. Judas fought, head swivelling sharply to the right. Stillness.

"What do you want!" It was Judas who cowered away from the flames with a snapping hissing mouth, his eyes full of hate and horror.

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Re: Sire Bond
« Reply #49 on: June 19, 2019, 03:58:24 PM »
Mitchelletto was intrigued by this violent reaction, reaching through the blood bond and feeling the fear that instilled his fledge. But, what kind of fear was it? Was it the fear that everything he had learned as a vampire was crashing down around him? Or was it he truly feared the fire itself? Both appropriate responses to everything Nikolai had endured tonight, he held his position over the terrified boy, his eyes shining through the dark with disdain. What Mitch wanted was dark and a fine-line between experimentation and slavery, instead of a cruel smile escaping his lip, a fake but well played disappointing sigh escaped his lips.

"You WILL take the clan seriously like it or not, I have my own rules to follow and if you want to part ways, FOR GOOD! I suggest you get smart like your brothers. Succeed and earn your freedom, or fail and die, up to you," extinguishing the fire from his hand.

Mitchelletto stepped away from the horrified fledge glued to the floor, what Mitchelltto spoke was only half-truths. Nikolai could earn his freedom, but the path was filled with danger and the odds against him. There was a reason why only a select few of Mitchelletto's fledges survived; the tasks were near impossible. This one would be no different, Mitch was still extremely conflicted, an experimental slave or a new apprentice? Each entity had certain qualities and traits fit for an Assamite, but they were separated, he planned to see if he could weed out the bad traits and nurture the good qualities. Yes, this would be his goal for this one, a cruel fate for Nikolai.

Mitch could see a pool of blood on the floor, a bone sticking through the skin, wanting to smile but he maintained his calm composure. He walked away from Nikolai for a moment, grabbing a silver bowl from a lower cupboard, walking back and shoving the bowl underneath the bone that had broken through the skin. Any attempts from Nikolai to stop Mitch would be futile, once Mitch had enough blood he officially stepped away from Nikolai.

"You will have a task next time I see you. I will summon you when the time is right," holding the blood bowl in his hand.

He proceeded over to the door and unlocked the bolt lock that had been the horror show for Nikolai and the other entity living inside him; Mitch waited close to the door. He knew the boy would probably bolt like a bat out of hell, and that was fine with Mitch. Before his fledge could open the door, if he did decide to bolt, he'd deliver a swift punch to his jaw before escaping to his so-called freedom.

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Re: Sire Bond
« Reply #50 on: June 20, 2019, 01:55:28 AM »
With only the faintest remnant of defiance remaining, his green eyes filled with hate and exhaustion, Judas nodded that he understood the other.

As soon as the fire died and the pressure on his broken shoulder was released, Judas rolled onto his uninjured side with a hissing groan. He couldn't feel his fingers anymore, his left arm lifeless against his side, the hand falling to the floor in a shudder of pain. Charcoal grey was creeping into the edges of his vision and he fought for control of his body. There was laughing somewhere nearby, groans of pleasure like something postorgasm in his ears. He wanted to pound his ears in with both fists until the voices went away, but the pain travelling up his neck was too much to ignore.

And Mitchelletto wasn't done with him.

He didn't register that Mitch had returned with a bowl until he was being forced onto his back, down onto it. Judas let out a hissing groan as Mitchelletto handled his shoulder callously. Over the sound of the shadows in his head giggling and grunting their pleasure, he could hear a tinkling sound of liquid and a scrape that sent fire into the numb parts of his arm - was he bleeding him? There was nothing to be done but to let it happen; he grit his teeth and waited for the task to be done. Thirst ached deep in his chest, itching beneath his skin and pulling on his jawbone. The bowl slid out from under him roughly, clipping the edge of the fracture and causing Judas to bite down hard on his tongue to stop from crying out.

Judas looked up just in time to see the bowl of his blood, and a satisfied Mitchelletto standing over him, unsure of exactly what he meant. Was he going to save it until he wanted Nikolai close, performing some kind of summoning magic over it? Surely, the indestructible blood bond between them would work in that way. There had to be another purpose.

Was he going to drink the blood?

Mitch had tried to get him to admit to craving vampire blood, something about it being a weakness. He eyed the bowl in the other's hand and a wave of nausea passed through him. Mitchelletto Bansai was the last person he wanted drinking his blood, lest they become anymore bonded than they already were. Judas said nothing for fear of giving the idea over to his sire. Would he feel it, if Mitch took more of his blood into him? Would it make their connection stronger? Laughter in his ear from Laurent's shadows.

Judas wavered again in his placement in that physical body, greyness taking over slowly in blooming patches. Judas nodded in acknowledgement of Mitch speaking again, but otherwise did nothing. When the elder opened the door, he didn't move, assuming it was just another one of his sire's traps. He didn't have the strength to decide whether it was good idea to leave, or to go all stiff on the floor at Mitch's feet.

With his body in such disrepair, he regretted not taking the offered blood from earlier.

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Re: Sire Bond
« Reply #51 on: June 20, 2019, 03:58:05 PM »
Mitch could hear the flurry of questions that raced through Nikolai's head, wondering if the brat would come to the right conclusion. His first guess was close to what Mitch had in mind for his blood, it made his left eyebrow pop up for a mere second, summoning magic was a good guess; but it wasn't quite right and gave the shit a little credit. That, however, was kept to himself. He could drink his blood, but he preferred it from a vein rather a bowl, a fair guess but his first one was closer. Mitch analyzed Nikolai carefully as he remained on the floor, he thought for sure his adrenaline would kick in and he'd run to freedom. Mitch could feel the pain and misery wafting over the bond, he didn't think it was that bad.

He wouldn't show this ritual to Nikolai nor the entity hiding within him, he needed him gone. From the looks of his condition, he looked like he was going to pass out, hard and fast if Mitch didn't do something. These rituals were sacred and not just anyone would learn their secrets. Moving to the fridge once again, placing the bowl on the counter, reaching into the fridge and pulling out another blood bag.

Proceeding over to Nikolai he grabbed him by the collar nicely and dragged him through the door, there were camera's in the hallway, Laurent would see the punishment went better than expected. Once through the door he propped Nikolia up against the wall still sitting on his ass, although he wanted to pick him and drop him down the wall, dropped a blood bag in his lap and went back inside his room; the deadbolt making an affirmative 'thunk' sound. Laurent probably didn't want him passed out in the hallway, the blood bag was a will of good gesture towards Laurent. The last time he went all stiff it was funny at first, but a nuisance to get rid of the vampire after proceeded to go catatonic on the two men. Laurent wanted to throw him out a window at first, then decided against it after looking out the window; Nikolai would have died. That cruel smile finally reappearing on his lips at that last thought of Nikolai dead, once he played with his new toy of course.

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Re: Sire Bond
« Reply #52 on: June 21, 2019, 06:42:51 AM »
His best efforts of resisting being moved came through his heavy limbs as lackluster swats and pushes that Mitchelletto didn't seem to notice or stop. Judas felt his heels being half-dragged out the door as he tried in vain to keep up. When the wall was placed against his back, the world had lost all color for him. He was so tired, a tiredness he had never really felt since Mitchelletto had claimed him. The greyness was threatening more than ever as a bag of cold blood fell on him.

This time he didn't hesitate in tearing into the bag savagely.

He drank deeply, despite the coldness that almost choked him, the bag drained in just a few seconds. Judas opened his eyes - yes, finally, both of them - and removed a stray piece of plastic from between his front two teeth. Dim shades of color - the carpet, the walls - were returning, chasing off the darkness. He wanted - needed - more. There were plenty of beating hearts in this hellish place - it would be easy to just snatch one as it walked by him and drain a human dry, the husk of a body lain on the floor for Laurent or Mitch to clean up.

But Judas doubted he would be able to leave the hotel without any further injury if he tried something like that. Green eyes landed on a camera in the corner of the hallway nearby - set on him. He eyed it for a long moment before trying to put his feet underneath him. Not being able to use his left arm and shoulder was detrimental to his progress off the floor. There was no space left in his head to think about how to maneuver his body in the most proper way, no strength to move himself without injury. Slowly, he leaned against the wall with his good shoulder and forced himself up with a panting grunt.

Judas made no effort to hide his escape from the hotel, his feet only moving so quickly now. As he moved, he took stock of his injuries. A broken eye socket - still bruised, but at least he could see - a gash on his knee, brains that felt like someone had hammered and electrocuted them, a broken clavicle, some compound fracture that peaked out of his back, something else broken at the very edge of his shoulder and a crushed sense of security and independence. Laurent's leeches, licking his wound sensually but otherwise leaving them untouched, nestled contently in the soft walls of his psyche giggling like lovers.

He gripped onto a nearby handrail as his face whipped to the side again, a wave of sickness and pressure swaying his balance. Life spun and turned grey. His eyes felt like kernels trying to pop; his skin broke out in a thin sweat. Judas groaned, but not before another tic took control of him. Stumbling, he nearly tripped down the stairs outside the building, swaying into the masonry wall that withheld the wall of rock and grass. More tics, a swivelling head, a growling mouth, the feeling of vomit watering in the back of his throat.

The world stopped until he hit the pavement. He floated.

Nothingness.
Nothing.
Nothi--

He felt something hard and cold against his face. A pain he didn't understand flood him, threatening to hold him... wherever he was. He blinked and found his face painful, spittle dripping from the corner of his mouth. He must have gotten into another fight, the details more than hazy.

As memory caught up with him, Nikolai scrambled up from the ground. His left arm gave out in a sickening lack of strength he didn't understand - why couldn't he move it? Wild green eyes searched the building's face - how did he get outside? Where was Mitchelletto? Nikolai remembered being on the floor, feeling that disgusting blood bond with the elder vampire, the sickening arousal of watching his pain leaking into his skin like an IV. He remembered the fire in his veins. He remembered --

A bubble of vomit, sudden and forceful, burst from his mouth onto the ground, blood spraying the concrete in an ungraceful lurch. Nikolai shook, everything coming to him in pieces. Fire in a hand. The splintering of bone in his flesh. A blood bag on his chest. Bone piercing skin. His throat slick already, the next wave of nausea brought more out of him with better ease. Shaking, he coughed his airway clear and wiped his mouth with the back of his good hand as he sat back on his heels, willing himself to calm down. Quease lingered and he waited for as long as he could for it to pass. His jaw ached and the scent of the blood he had spat up smelled too attractive.

He needed to feed. Nothing else mattered.

Nikolai thought of his car - could he even drive? - and pushed himself shakily to his feet. He needed to get to his car and get the fuck away from this placed. Goblins licked at the blood on the ground, gripping at his pants, suckling on the dried blood on his knee--

The car. Get to the car.

He forced himself to take steps until he did it without focusing on the motion. Nikolai walked the three blocks without knowing where he was going, finding his car before any mortal could stumble across him. He opened the door - keys in his pocket - and sat without a thought. Nikolai shouted in surprise and pain as something struck him in the back. It took him a while to remember the bone sticking out of his back. It needed fixing before he fed or else it would remain sticking out of his skin for quite some time, his immortal flesh closing around it, growing over it or something equally as horrifying. It would take weeks to heal properly unless he got it set properly. Nikolai debating going to a human hospital, just to get the bone put back and shot that down instantly. He mentally went through a list of capable immortals who'd be able to first break the bone, cut him open, and then put the bone back into place. His first instinct - Sonya - gave him a tic of punishment, as did his second - Pierre DuSang.

Nikolai started the engine and pulled away from the curb with a screech of tires. Who the fuck could fix him?

He focused on nothing but putting as much distance between himself and that hotel for a long time.