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Post by Brandi on Mar 22, 2011 10:58:16 GMT -5
*Brandi stared hard at the cold stones of her cell. She wondered off-hand if Mondego had built this dungeon for his kink sports or if Dracula had put it in during his remodeling. Not that it really mattered at this point. It was characteristically cold and dank and she was stuck in it.
She rubbed her wrists where the iron cuffs chaffed them. Shutting her eyes, she tried to slow her breath and visualize a key. That should be easy enough for a girl that had been training to manifest actual weapons. She could feel the cool metal in her fingertips and a smile crossed her face. The upper hand would be hers soon enough. Opening her eyes, she looked down at the key before hurrying it into the lock. But as she did so, it crumbed to ash.
Brandi frowned, quite confused. This had never happened before. Closing her eyes once more, she tried again. Something easier. The first thing she'd ever manifested. The weight of the frying pan was a comfort and she looked to it quickly. Without thinking, she beat it roughly against the bolt that held her chains into the stone wall. The pan shattered, each fragment crumbling into nothingness.*
Well there goes that idea.
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Post by Count Dracula on Mar 22, 2011 11:07:21 GMT -5
*Dracula walked coolly down the long hall to her cell. He was feeling much more confident now that she was in his possession. It had been one thing for her to be with some other commoner; that had tortured Gabriel far more than he. But with the two of them reunited, the situation had started to stir up strange feelings that he had not dealt with in many ages. And he certainly wasn't about to start now. She would never hold power over him again. He had learned that lesson far too long ago.
The soles of his boots clacked with foreboding, growing ever closer to her. They stopped suddenly as he turned to the door. He pried open the viewing portal, glancing through its grates at her pathetic form, huddled against the wall.*
"I trust you are savoring my hospitality." *He spat with a cool indifference.*
"You must understand why I cannot trust you in a more luxurious room."
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Post by Brandi on Mar 22, 2011 11:19:39 GMT -5
Because you're an asshole?
*Brandi had hurried to her feet at the sound of his voice, turning sharply to face him. Her expression set hard and defiant. She wasn't about to let him see how frustrated and frightened she was of this new development. Swallowing hard, her hands tightened into fists, ready to fight if he gave her the opportunity. She wanted to say something witty and sarcastic, but it wasn't her strong suit.*
"Look, it's not too late. Just let me go and we can forget any of this ever happened." *She had rather hoped that bluff had come across a bit stronger. It wasn't as if she was in a position to be demanding anything.*
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Post by Count Dracula on Mar 22, 2011 11:25:37 GMT -5
*Dracula's smirk blossomed into a cruel smile.*
"And what will you do? Whisk me off somewhere? Set me on fire?"
*His fingers slipped the key deftly into the door's lock, turning it with an audible click. He stepped inside, confidence unwavering as the door shut behind him.*
"I think not." *He answered, his chin lifting aloof. Being here with her like this...it was strange. It had been one thing in the heat of the moment, his rage focused on Gabriel, but now that the two of them were alone together he could take her in more properly. It had always been unnerving to see her again and this occasion was no less so. She obviously had gained something in the latest iteration and it left him unsure what to expect from her. He held near the door for a moment.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 22, 2011 11:27:47 GMT -5
"Don't tempt me." *Brandi growled, eager to show him just how much she wasn't afraid of him. Of course, she would have looked a bit more threatening if she wasn't the one chained to the wall.*
"You know you can't win this." *Though at this point, she wasn't even sure what 'this' was.*
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Post by Count Dracula on Mar 22, 2011 11:32:07 GMT -5
"Do I?" *Dracula purred taking a step closer to her as she twisted trying to remain facing him, her chains clanking loudly.*
"I know more you better than you know yourself, my dear." *His eyes roamed over her hungrily. Even after all she had done, there was something about her that would not be denied.*
"Perhaps...I might tell you."
For the right price.
*He would see her grovel, beg and plead for his mercy. He merely hadn't decided if he might be willing to give it this time.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 22, 2011 11:34:39 GMT -5
*The way he looked at her sent a chill down her very bones and she took a step back, bumping roughly against the stone wall. Brandi swallowed, fighting to keep some semblance of confidence, even as she was vastly underpowered.*
"I'm not interested in your lies." *She spat, eyes narrowing. But there was a part of her that wondered if Dracula might hold the very key to what she and Raziel had been searching for.*
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Post by Count Dracula on Mar 22, 2011 11:42:42 GMT -5
*Dracula lunged forward, pinning her against the unforgiving stone. She winced as the rough edges dug into her, his cold body a heavy weight molded to her.*
"We both know that's not true." *He hissed in her ear. She was so warm; he could feel the life-blood coursing through her. The smell of her skin, her hair--so familiar and yet far away. It made him hunger for more than blood. He wanted to devour her body and soul, erase every memory of her, yet possess her utterly.*
"You will beg to be mine again." *He promised solemnly, before drawing his tongue smoothly up her throat, longing to taste her.*
"No matter how long it takes."
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Post by Brandi on Mar 22, 2011 11:48:27 GMT -5
*Brandi's lips twisted in disgust, repulsed by...all of this. He was no Gary Oldman. Turning her face as far as she could from him, it only left her neck exposed. As he breathed against it, she immediately regretted it. She felt his tongue on her bared flesh and swooned, knees weakening. She was thankful for the sturdiness of the wall on her back. What was wrong with her? She blinked, trying to sort out what was happening through the heavy cloud about her. Thrall...somewhere the word drifted back to her. Was Drac trying to pull a magic mojo on her?
Her jaw tightened, trying to keep the influence at bay as long as she could.*
"Never." *She vowed through clenched teeth.*
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Post by Count Dracula on Mar 22, 2011 11:54:16 GMT -5
*Dracula chuckled, amused by her petty defiance.*
"Never, my dear, is a very long time." *It was perfectly clear by his words that he knew such things better than most. He shoved hard off the wall, taking several steps back to the door. Without him holding her up, Brandi slumped to the floor. Dracula looked back at her, victorious that she was so easily malleable.*
"And I am a very patient man." *His cold smile sent chills through her. Slipping back through the door, there was another click as he relocked it. He would not look back again. Soft clacks of boots on stone echoed through the hall, growing ever more distant.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 22, 2011 11:59:41 GMT -5
*Brandi winced, her backside bruised from the rough tumble to the floor in his absence. She rubbed it tenderly, trying to encourage the flow of endorphins. She was starting to think there might need to be a revising of the plan. Surely Raziel would come; she wasn't really worried about that. But she did worry about what Dracula had in store for him. And she realized, for once, she had no idea what her character intended. How was such a thing even possible? Wasn't she...you know, required as input for these sorts of things?
But all she could do at the moment was wait in the dark, wondering how long it would be before the other shoe fell. She vowed to make the most of it. When Dracula returned, she'd have some semblance of a plan ready for him.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 24, 2011 9:44:01 GMT -5
***LATER***
*Brandi's eyes flickered open, adjusting to the dim light in the cell. How long had she been here? Hours? A day maybe? She couldn't really tell. The only light came from a small vent near the ceiling on the side opposite the door. She doubted it was a window, as the light didn't seem to change. It was disorienting, offering no clue as to the passage of time. Looking down at herself, she noted how dirty her dress was and the blisters starting to form on her wrists, freshly red laced with the white of old scar tissue. She sighed heavily.
What could she do? There had to be some way to be proactive in all of this. Cry-Baby won't be able to get you out of here this time. She pushed the thought away bitterly. Well, it would seem that she would have more options if she could get out of this cell. So she made that the first priority. Maybe she could convince Drac that she was under his thrall the next go round. Maybe he would move her somewhere more comfortable. Might even tell her something useful. It might be too much to hope for. Besides, he was a vampire. There was no way to gauge how long it would be before he even came back to threaten her some more.
Even as she thought it, she could hear the faint clacking of boots in the hall. She stood quickly, trying to formalize the plan. The chains jingled loudly as she tried in vain to straighten her skirts instinctively.*
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Post by Count Dracula on Mar 24, 2011 10:05:00 GMT -5
*Dracula stopped in front of the door, plate in hand. His gazed dropped a moment to the lock, as his fingers took up the key and slid it into the lock. He found himself rather excited in his own way, the prospect of seeing her so miserable warmed at the cold edges of his stagnant heart. She deserved it after all; she had brought this on herself. Well, she and Gabriel. But he too would get his in the end.
The door opened with a heavy creak and Dracula stepped inside. He was a little surprised to see her standing (not huddled miserably in the corner), as if to greet him properly. Unnerved, he held out the plate, trying to maintain control in the situation.*
"I assume you are hungry." *He stated flatly, determined to be unmoved by her or her pitiful appearance.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 24, 2011 10:11:10 GMT -5
*That hadn't been what Brandi had been expecting at all. Her eyes fell dumbly to the plate. A hunk of stewed meat and some soggy bread. She wondered if he'd actually had reason to have this sort of thing on hand or if he'd had to procure it specifically for her.*
"Uh, yes." *She was surprised to hear the words, the simple honesty of them undeniable. She took the plate without ceremony and started in on the meat, only to be visibly overcome with shame a few seconds later. Her eating slowed, her eyes fixed on the stone floor. Right, the plan. How was she supposed to enact it like this?*
"Um...thank you." *She forced the words out softly, unable to lift her gaze, lest he see through her.*
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Post by Count Dracula on Mar 24, 2011 10:28:32 GMT -5
"It is nothing." *Dracula answered coolly. After all, she still had to eat. Such a burden, he mussed silently. There had been something stimulating about watching her eat though, something in the way she hungered on instinct. He couldn't remember the last time he...felt that intensely about anything. He sighed, inhaling deeply for a moment only to find something in the air. At first he thought it was just her being here, but then he realized there was something else. Her blood seemed more...palatable, he could almost taste it. His sharp gaze dropped to her wrists, skin raw and nearly open beneath the cold iron. Hunger set in him and his body tightened.
No. It would not end this way. Her suffering must be prolonged. He turned smoothly on his heel and was at the door in a moment. He did not look back to her as he opened it, but paused just long enough to whisper.*
"I am not such a cruel master."
*He slipped through it and the door was locked behind him. He needed to feed, to regain his control. Then he could gloat more effectively. Setting off down the hall, he made his way to do just that.*
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