Title: Enslaved to the Darkness

Author: Stanton-N-Vanessa-4ever

Rating: This story will be rated Mature

Pairing: OC

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the Lords of the underworld . Even though I wished I owned them all for my fictional hot guy harem. Sadly they belong to Author Gena Sholwater...

AN: I not quite sure who I'm going to pair with my OC main character but I'm leaning heavily to either Strider or Gideon My main character will have special abilities but will be human. Her

powers will center around telekinesis, pyrokinesis, and technokinesis. This story will be written from inspiration drawn from the LOTU series. I might change certain small details but the

main story plot will remain the same. Also please make sure to review and send me some constructive criticism. Please don't flame! Lol stay classy ladies and maybe some gentlemen!
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I knew I was different even from a young age. Things just happened. Things that just couldn't be logically explained.

My parents had never had much luck with conceiving children and when they found out that mother was pregnant they were ecstatic. I was their miracle child. Funny thing about miracles is that

they're often a double edged sword. On one hand they had the child they prayed for but on the other hand that child was a freak, an abomination, an unnatural. I remember these names being

hurled at me by my parents as they tried to beat the evil out of me.

By the age of four I'd been forced to endure six exorcisms. On my fifth birthday my father murdered my mother and then turned the gun on himself. He had become convinced that his wife had

slept with the devil and conceived the anti-Christ.

I had been in Forster Care for a little over a month when the government came to investigate a report of a special child. I remember all the promises they made me. 'We're going to take you to a

place where you don't have to live in fear.' 'A place where you'll be safe.' 'You'll never be alone again.' Those promises turned out to be one of my life's cruelest jokes.

I was stripped, examined, and branded. All knowledge of my existence had basically been erased. Now I have no name, no identity of my own. I am subject number 0043 property of the United

States fucking government.

Looking back on what little I could remember of my parents I realized that they were angels compared to these government jackals. They subjected me to all types of tests. They tortured me to

test my limits. I used to cry. I'd say, "Why are you doing this to me," and the only answer I ever got was that I belonged to them and that I could be treated how they saw fit. That's the day I

retreated into myself. I never cried, didn't utter a single plea. I became hollow and waited for when they would let their guards down. Because when they did, I was going to escape. I was going to

bring this building down upon their fucking heads. I was going to be free, slave no more! Little did I know that my chance came thirteen years after I decided to free myself.

I awoke on my eighteenth birthday feeling as much in pain as every other day in my life. But for some reason this day felt different. The air felt alive. I knew this was the day. The day I would make my move. I looked over at the metal door just as my breakfast was being pushed through the open slot. I looked at the mysterious gray slop on my tray. Dog food looked more appealing than this shit. But I would need to eat in order to have energy to make my escape.

I was half way finished when the static of the over head intercom clicked on. "Subject 0043 you have three minutes to finish your meal. Morning training will commence at 0600 hrs." The metal opening in the door once again slid open. This time I placed my wrists through the slot. 'Slink', the hand cuffs slid on. The guard opened the door and activated my shock collar. I felt his slimy hands slide up to cup my neck. "Today is your birthday and if your nice I might give you something you'll never have again in your whole life." The guard punctuated each word by grinding his erection into my ass. He reached around to cup my breast. Groping my tits with his oily, dirt covered hands. "I'm going to enjoy popping your cherry freak. And then when I'm done with you, our friend over in security is going to have his turn. Hell I might even let everyone have a turn." He laughed and shoved me down the hall. We walked down the corridor as we passed the security station a guard looked up from the monitors and gave us a knowing smile. He asked, "We still on for tonight?" "Fuck yeah," came the reply.

We arrived at testing lab B. I sat down at the table, I knew the routine by now. The guard took the hand cuffs off my wrists. Soon the testing would start. 0043 do this. Lift this cup. Light this candle. Blah, blah, blah. You'd think that after thirteen years of the same old tests they'd come up with some new shit for me to do. Throw me a fucking curve ball in my mundane life of captivity.

Needles to say I was surprised when a laptop was placed in front of me. "Are they stupid?" I asked myself. I looked at the doctor awaiting further instructions. He looked pleased and spoke to the whatever bigwigs that were watching the session from the viewing station. He smiled and said, "Subject demonstrates a high level of subservient behavior. Almost border lining on puppet-ism. After years of conditioning she does not act unless commanded to do so. I assure you Colonel she is the perfect specimen."

I heard a number of unsure murmurs. Finally a voice spoke to me. "Subject 0043." I looked up to see who was talking. The man continued, "North Korea has refused to let us investigate their Uranium plants. Do you know what uranium is?" I shook my head playing dumb. The colonel scoffed and explained. "It is a main ingredient for when making atomic bombs. We need to make sure they are not planning to attack the United States of America or any of our common interest lands. We want you to hack into any Korean government files and programs where uranium is mentioned. Do you understand?" I nodded in understanding. And reached for the laptop. 'This was it I thought to myself'. They'd finally slipped up. They could control me as long as they had the shock collar attached to my neck and they just literally handed me a fucking key to unloc k it. All I had to do was get to the security mainframe and shut it down. The lights, doors, cameras, collar, fucking everything was connected and controlled by computer.

I slid my hands over the computer. My hands trembled. But I would have to calm myself in order to appear as if nothing was amiss. I placed my hand over the blank monitor. My eyes slid closed. The computer roared to life. To anyone watching the screen was a mass of zeros and ones but to me it was like swimming in a ocean of data. Everything was so brightly colored. (An: if you've even seen the movie hackers you have a pretty good visual).

I smiled to myself. The whole mainframe would crash in two minutes. All I had to do till then was stall. I put together some fake pages and documents and pulled them up so the others would see them and be distracted. The plan was all coming together. I loaded a nasty virus into the main hard drive. The virus would eat any information that was saved onto it's memory banks. Hopefully by the time they managed to stop the virus it would have eaten any information about my physical appearance. Thus helping me blend better in the outside world.

I closed the laptop and handed it back to the unsuspecting doctor. He smiled at me and told me that I had done a good job and that we were finished for today's session. He motioned for the guard to take me back to my cell.

I walked obediently over and held out my wrists. I smiled as I mentally started to count down the seconds, 'five, four, three, two, one'. The lights shut off and my collar short circuited and fell off. Then emergency lights kicked on. I watched the faces of all those in the room go from shocked to fearful. The guard raised what looked like to be a remote and clicked several buttons. I laughed and motioned to my neck, "No collar asshole!" He rushed at me; baton raised; ready to club me. I lifted my hand and send him flying back. He slammed into a large television and was electrocuted. The colonel was among one of the first to shake off his shock, "Authorized use of live ammunition. OPEN FIRE!" he commanded. Bullets seemed to be coming at me from every direction but all to no avail. They hit an invisible force field I had erected around myself.

I watched as the people in the lab scurried away trying to find an escape. But I knew they were locked in this room and there was no way they were going to get out. I lifted my head to look up at the colonel. We locked eyes. I smiled. From my body erupted flames that engulfed everything in the room. I paused for a second to listen to the screams of the people in the room. I left the lab knowing that they would literally burn for the crimes they had committed against me. As I made my way through the winding halls all I saw was chaos. My plan had worked the computers had locked all the doors and flooded the rooms drowning what enemies remained. I had started letting the other test subjects go when I felt a bullet pierce my shoulder.

I spun around and faced my attacker. To my surprise it was the one guard who gloated earlier about wanting to pop my cherry. I laughed and said, "What's wrong baby? No longer hard up for me?" "I'm going to kill you bitch!" he sneered at me. Lunging at me he wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed for all he was worth. I looked at his face and tried to blink away the spittle that was raining from his mouth. I focused on his eyes. He screamed as the flames burned his eyes out of his skull. He rolled and slapped at his face trying to put out the flames. I stood over him as he crawled away moaning and fumbling. He seemed so fond of watching me it only seemed a fitting punishment that I took his sight. I kicked his foot, "Eye hope it was as good for you as it was for me. Sorry we never saw EYE to EYE." I paused, "Okay I'm sorry those were a little bit corny but what do you expect me to say. You know, with you not having eyes anymore." I sighed to myself and memoed that I would need some better comebacks. I left him to fumble around the compound. He would die there and I would walk out knowing my past had been dealt with. My life was now my own and no one was going to take that away from me.

My first breath of fresh air nearly made me dizzy. The morning sun nearly blinded me. I can't remember how long its been since I've breathed in fresh air. Or felt grass beneath my feet. Flowers, animals all these things were foreign to me. I've never kissed a boy. Never went to school, never made friends, never been to a school dance. All moments my life should have had, had been stolen from me. And most of them I would never get back. I don't even remember my real name anymore. It was then I cried. I cried for myself, for my pitiful manufactured life, the fact that I had just played a hand in killing countless people, and most of all I cried because I was scared. Scared that I didn't know what the future held for me.

By the time I had composed myself the sun was at its highest peak. I would need to put as much space between me and the institute before the mid-day shift change happened. I ran and ran. I came across some clothes that had been thrown away. They were ratty, whole ridden, dirty, and smelly. But they were a lot better then the government issued smock I was wearing now.

I was utterly exhausted by the time dusk rolled around. I wondered into a community park and collapsed onto one of the benches. A few minutes rest wouldn't hurt.

As much as I wanted to sleep right there I had to find some shelter where I could lay low for a couple of days and think of what I was going to do next.

I stumbled onto a small town bank. A quick glance around told me the coast was clear. I placed my hand on the machine. I closed my eyes and knew the camera wasn't recording me so there wasn't any need to rush. With a mechanical whirl the cash dispenser slid open. I took out only enough to get some food and a room.

The only motel I found was sleazy and quite frankly I didn't want to even try to think of what had transpired on that mattress. I could just imagine it now. Countless tricks working hard for their money. Johns sweating all other the place and painting the room white. 'Damn, there's probably a decomposing body under the mattress right now'. But I was so tired that eventually the need to sleep overtook any squeamishness I had. As I fell asleep the scent of strawberries drifted up to my nose.,

That night there would be no dreams. My conscious was floating in a void. Alone drifting in nothingness. I felt my spirit soar. Slowly an image started to form in front of me. I was hovering above a bed. A man lay in a peaceful slumber. His arms were spread out across the expanse of the entire bed. His legs were massive. They were well muscled and I just wanted to run my hands up and down his entire length. The covers were tangled around him. They only place they fully covered was his groin. Which from where I was looking was standing at full attention. I couldn't help but stare a little. It was frickin' huge! I pity the girl that tries to take him on.

I licked my lips and dared myself to take a peek. 'This isn't for real. It's just some dream.' I had just placed my hand on the edge of the sheet when I felt a hand snap around my wrist. My head shot up. I tried to break away from his grasp but it was like having steel wrapped around them. But at the same time I couldn't help but marvel at how soft his hands were. Like warm velvet. 'Did the rest of him feel like that?'

I let out a startled yelp as I was yanked onto the bed and pinned under his body. The worst part was that I couldn't even look at his face. I was pinned with my stomach pushed into the bed. He was so heavy. I tried bucking my legs and butt in hope to dislodge him but to no avail, I was stuck. I lay there panting. He breathing was just as ragged as mine. His head bent down and hovered above my ear. He inhaled deeply and groaned. From my position I felt his already huge erection seem to extend and grow even harder. I had barely adjusted to our current position when he flipped me around so we were laying face to face.

To my aggravation, most of his face was still concealed by the dark shadows in the room. I could just barely make out his lips. They were full, sensual, and impossibly pouted. He burrowed his head in my neck and started nibbling the sensitive flesh where my neck and shoulder met. I moaned and bent my neck back giving him more room. His hand traveled up to cup my breast. He palmed them and gently squeezed them as if testing a piece of fruit from the local market.

His fingers pinched and rolled my nipples bringing them to an almost painful peak. His mouth descended. My breath hitched in my throat. His lips wrapped around one of my twin peaks. My throat seemed to be making sounds on its' own. Needy sounds, breathless moans. I felt moisture pool between my legs. I'd never felt this way before.

His mouth and tongue continued worshiping my tits even as one of his hands slid down to the crotch of my soaked underwear. I thrust my crotch out, silently asking to have his hand pay the same attention to my pussy as they had my breast. Somewhere through my hazy mind I could hear him chuckle. "Is this what you want?" I heard him ask as he rubbed my nether lips through my panties. I shook my head "No". He laughed, "Well what is it that you want?" I whimpered and reached for his straining erection.

I had never touched a cock before but if I never had the chance again in my entire life I'd be happy knowing that I had gotten the chance to touch his perfect masterpiece. My hands moved at there own accord. Up, down, up, down. I felt a drop of semen starting to bead out from the engorged tip of his penis. He groaned and pumped into my hand a couple of times before pulling my hands up and pinning them above my head. He kissed me and I could taste the passion on his lips.

Breathlessly I spread my legs for him, wanting him to thrust his cock into me and fill me up. Seconds trickled by. Nothing happened. I opened my eyes. He eyes were staring into mine with such a fierceness I was a little taken back. "Please," I managed to whimper out. He reached down and ripped my panties. I felt cool air rush against my overly heated flesh. I once again reached for his penis only to have his hands stop me. "You can so play with my cock now. But I don't need to make you cum first." His words utterly confused me. He didn't seem the tiniest bit thrown off by my confusion. He pushed my legs further apart and lowered his body till his face was mere inches from my exposed vagina. He didn't even give any time to adjust. He just buried his face in my crotch. I felt the velvety roughness of his tongue slid down my slit. His forearm lifted my hips off the bed and his fingers formed a 'V' at the very top of my mound , spreading my lips apart, exposing my inner vulva and clit to his moist hot mouth. His tongue rasped against me. He gently sucked my clit between his lips and used his other fingers to tease my flooding virgin entrance. My hand splayed into his silky hair. I ground my pussy against his face. He slid one finger into me.

I gasped as his finger bumped against my maiden head. His face snapped up and I felt his blue eyes stare into mine. He seemed at a lost for words. Time seemed to trickle by and I couldn't help but think that this dream was getting way too realistic. He moved so we were once again face to face. He had a grin on his face that could only be described as a primitive satisfied male grin.

I all of a sudden felt really self conscious. He said only one word, "Virgin". I shook my head as my cheeks overheated. I peeked one eye open to check his reaction. His eyes could have melted icebergs. He grasp my face between his hands. And kissed me with such a searing heat that I forgot all and just lived in the now. He reached down and hooked one of my thighs over his arm. He aligned his cock with my entrance. He glanced up and his eyes asked permission. I nodded and braced myself. The tip of his penis slowly entered me.

Sweat began to bead his forehead. He had reached my barrier. He pulled out till he was almost fully withdrawn from me, paused, and surged forward popping my cherry. I cried out as tears streamed down my face. He was huge and stretching me almost until it felt like I was going to be torn apart.

He kissed my lips and seemed to swallow my cries of pain. After a couple moments the pain subsided and my body started to warm up. I looked up into his eyes and said "I'm ready" His breath rushed out in a gust. And he started sawing in and out of me with his tool. It was perfect. Hitting all the spots that I didn't even know I had. My muscles clenched and pulsated around his cock. My hands palmed his ass checks. Holding onto him as if the force of his thrusts were enough to make me fly off his cock.

My moans were raising in octaves as I got closer to cumming. His movements got more desperate. Time seemed to slow down. All that I could see was him. The sheer force of my orgasm hit me so unexpectedly. My head bucked back as I released a sound so ragged and desperate that it didn't even sound like it came from my body. He threw his head back and roared as his cum spurted from his cock and into my already drenched vagina. He thrust a few more times weakly before collapsing on top of me.

Our hearts both seemed to be racing at an accelerated pace. Sleep had begun to descend upon me. I looked once more to the Adonis on top of me that had brought me to my very first mind blowing orgasm. I stroked his slick hair affectionately and said, "That was my first wet dream ever and surly the best." His only reply was something that sounded like an muffled agreement. We were lulled into a deep sleep. The only sounds in the room were out hearts beating and the fan whirling over head.

Lucien looked down at his giggling wife and said, "I not quite sure that Gideon would be comforted to know that the sound of him fucking some woman senseless makes you laugh." Anya could only laugh. Lucien pinned his wife with a knowing glare. "What have you done?" he asked already afraid of the answer. "Flowers, it's going to be an interesting morning." she replied. Sleep did not come easy for him that night. He was to afraid of what chaos Anya had gotten herself into and how it would effect their ever expanding home.

~~~~next chapter coming soon~~~~

A/n: Make sure you review if you want more chapters! So as you guys can guess midway through writing this chapter I decided what the main paring would be. Oc/Gideon. I'll be posting links soon of what the main Oc will look like and her name will probably be decided in the next chapter...