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PostSubject: Laying in the grave prepared for another   Sat May 18, 2013 6:04 pm

It had been awhile since Jenevieve had slept so deeply. She lay in a large hotel bed next to a heavy set, yet short, ginger man. The curtains were carefully drawn to not let any light into the room.

Her curls were falling out of the bows that tied her hair back, white locks messy and framing the soft features of her face.

Her blouse was unbuttoned about halfway, exposing not only skin and breast, but a disturbing necklace made of human teeth. There was still blood dried away on most of them.

Her face, arms, dress, and especially hands were covered in a scabbing mess of dried blood.

It was not her own.

Her pantyhose and shoes were removed, and even more trails of dried blood decorated between her legs, down to her ankles.

Though her sleep was deep it was full of misery.

Images flashed before her eyes of faces, old lovers and people she cared for, dying gruesome and horrific deaths. Meshed with the faces where the screams of men in agony, blood filling her lungs rather then her stomach. It overflowed like a fountain from her mouth, she had no control. Every sense of power she tried to attain was a lie and she was nothing more then a writhing, vengeful mess of weakness, clouded in a darkness that used to comfort her but now left her feeling vile and wretched.

On the outside though, she was still. The only movements were her chest as she breathed deeply in her terrorizing slumber. She did not look peaceful.

She looked and reeked of death.
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PostSubject: Re: Laying in the grave prepared for another   Sat May 18, 2013 6:35 pm

Stringy strands of amber hair fall limply before the red eyes of Razzle, his body tense and his head throbbing in a massive amount of pain. The sides of his mouth and chin are caked in a crusty layer of dry saliva from the gag keeping him silent. He has been awake for about an hour, coming out of his half-conscious state to try and remember what exactly had happened the night before.

His weakened arms tense against their restraints and he lets out a small whimper from behind the gag; his wrists and ankles are raw from the restraints. The viking swallows down a large knot in his throat and takes a few deep breaths, filling up his raspy lungs with stale air. His cobalt and red eyes then wander slowly over to the womanly figure beside him.

Razzle knows it is Jenevieve beside him, but for some reason a new sense of terror fills his veins with dread whenever he must look at her again. This horrified feeling is justified after he scans up and down her person, spying the bloodied, blistered, toothy mess that is Jene. A whimper escapes him, a low, sad sound that makes the guts inside his rounded belly stir and slosh.

The Immortal is for one of the first times in his life, completely terrified of the situation he has been placed in. He has been killed in nearly every imaginable way possible, but to be at the bloodied hands of a complete psychopath, one who would guarantee him the most painful experiences imaginable, frightened him almost more than death itself. He almost felt suicidal... Almost.

As silently as possible, Razzle lets a quiet wail form from the pit of his lungs, exiting his nose. Tears streak down his cheeks, soaking into the cloth of the gag around his mouth. The immortal's head hangs limply as he cries to himself, feeling as though he is a small child, kidnapped and abused. He is scared of giving up... He is scared of wanting to die. Jenevieve makes him want this.
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PostSubject: Re: Laying in the grave prepared for another   Sun May 19, 2013 3:14 pm

The woman tossed and turned in her sleep, the screaming noises in her dreams surfacing and morphing into pitiful sobs and withheld wailing.

Her red eyes flutter open and she looks over to Razzle. She see's the tears running down his cheeks, the imminent fear in his blue eyes.

Normally seeing something like that would bring her great pleasure. But in this moment it left her feeling sick.

She sat up and reached over to tenderly brush his hair out of his face. She had gotten the murder and bloodshed out of her system, for now at least.

"I'm going to go take a shower. Don't try to cry for help. I don't want to have to kill anyone else." She said bluntly.

The vampire then stood and limped her way towards the bathroom, closing the door behind her and turning on the water.
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PostSubject: Re: Laying in the grave prepared for another   Wed May 22, 2013 9:53 am

The man lets out a fearful whimper when the woman's fingers brush near his face. He doesn't want her close to him in any way, but he has no control. He has no rights, no freedom. It is only after the woman leaves the room that Razzle takes fully what she has said into his comprehension.

Someone else. That is all he needs to know about her most recent absence. He dares not cry for help, not that it would do much, the gag makes him choke and slobber on himself. The immortal's eyes turn down as she leaves the room and start to burn again. It is not so much out of self pity, he doesn't have much of that left, but more for the feeling of who this woman is and what she is doing.

How heartless this world is to put someone like her in it. It makes him feel sick to think about what she is capable of after harming him like she has... And he's sustaining her. He's keeping this creature alive for as long as she pleases.

He realizes he will either have to get away or end it himself.

The latter seems more feasible.
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PostSubject: Re: Laying in the grave prepared for another   Wed May 22, 2013 10:30 am

Jenevieve stripped herself down and tossed her bloody clothes to the side of the bathroom. She decided she'd burn them. She didn't want to wear them ever again.

She loathed how she had lost control the night before. The tooth she collected from the mangled man would be the only reminded she wanted to keep.

She gazed at her body in the mirror. Her limbs and face and chest were stained in his blood, her legs trickled with her own. Her eyes were heavy, her hair a tangled mess.

The creature that dwelt on the inside was showing more and more physically. Even though her features were still young and beautiful, she looked old. She looked ragged. She looked disgusting.

And she didn't like it one bit.

The woman winced as she settled into the bath to clean herself off. The hot water stung at the cuts on her body, and no matter how much shampoo and soap she used, it couldn't completely wash off the metallic smell of blood.

She spent over an hour cleaning, grooming, trying to make herself look more presentable again.

After she was fully dressed and had her makeup and hair finished, she gazed back into the mirror. The disguise may be convincing to some, but she could still see the sickness inside.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and she sunk back to the corner of the room, curling up. It had been a long, long time since she had felt so low and pathetic.

Nothing felt right anymore. She had once gained happiness from loving a man, and then he was ripped away from her. After that she had found her passion in the torture and murder of others. And now even that only left her feeling lost and empty.

What did she have now?

By the time she left the bathroom she had been in there for hours. She walked over to the dresser, taking the shock collar and then reattaching it to Razzle's neck before she took off his bindings.

"Do you want to clean yourself up before we go?" She asked, her voice tired and dull. "If so then make it quick."
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PostSubject: Re: Laying in the grave prepared for another   Wed May 22, 2013 11:05 am

While his captor cleans herself in the washroom, Razzle sits in his restraints and feels the pains of stress inflate and deflate in his heavy chest. It fills up his heart and then pours out into his veins, making him sweat harder, cry more. He hates the taste of soggy fabric in his mouth and the sick smell of blood that fills the interior of the room and makes it more like a cell.

Time feels meaningless to the immortal in these long moments of isolation, it is all just one long stretch of internal turmoil consuming at his innards. He can feel his body repairing itself against this, keeping him alive and he knows he would be dead if it weren't for that.

When Jenevieve returns he averts his eyes from her and he flinches hard when her fingers draw near to put his collar back on and release him from his bindings. He rubs his wrists when he is freed from their restraint and then unties the gag, coughing pretty hard once it is away from his face.

Without looking at her he nods his head slowly and steps toward the bathroom, wanting to get the tear stains off his cheeks. He feels no shame in crying, in his time he's done it before and he knows he will do it again. No shame in what you can't help.

He steps into the bathroom and closes the door, leaving it cracked because he knows she won't let him lock it and he doesn't want to deal with any kind of rampage she would get into if he did. He picks up a towel and dampens it with soapy water so he can wash off his face.

Razzle can't look in the mirror, he can't stand to see what he's become since his enslavement, but he knows it's disgusting. It only takes him about twenty minutes to get cleaned off since he has to hurry He ties his hair back so it's out of his face, his beard has started to get longer on his face.

Razzle steps out of the bathroom, looking at his feet and waits for the woman to make up her mind on what to do next. His fists clench at his sides to keep the rage he feels within his body.
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PostSubject: Re: Laying in the grave prepared for another   Wed May 22, 2013 11:45 am

The small vampire woman sat down on the chair next to the bed and simply sat there, staring ahead at nothing.

She considered talking to the dead, but she figured none of them would want to speak to her in the present moment. All that were dead either didn't know her, or were dead because of her.

The time passed quickly, and when Razzle stepped out of the bathroom she stood.

"Follow me." Was all she said.

She picked up her suitcase and led them out of the hotel room. She checked out at the front desk and then left the building. By this time the sun had gone down, and the street lamps was the only source of light.

Jenevieve led them to the train station and presented tickets for both herself and Razzle. The passports were fake, but believable. It was a one way ticket to get them to Denmark.

The vampire was silent the duration of the ride. She had nothing to say to Razzle. After all, he was hardly a person in her eyes.
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PostSubject: Re: Laying in the grave prepared for another   Wed May 22, 2013 12:11 pm

The small man complies to her commands, tailing along behind her, keeping his eyes on his feet. He thinks on how strange they must look, two short people walking along the street in the middle of the night, one after the other.

Razzle doesn't pay much attention to his surroundings, keeping it all a blur. He hears the train station around him, the hum of the other passengers as they ride, even feels the cool perspiration of the window beside him.

Internally he wonders where he will end up next. he hopes it will be Germany, for he knows others there... Then again he retracts that thought. God knows what this creature would do if he attempted to receive assistance. The person would probably be killed.

His eyes close and he tries to let his mind slip away into sleep, into a place where he's free within his mind, not bound by the chains of his captor.
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