A/n: Once wasn't enough? Yep you bet I felt the need to do another, and yeah I do mean ANOTHER Vaas fanfic because lets face itI have too many ideas n I FRIGAN LOVE Vaas. This was actually kinda inspired by a picture I spotted on Tumblr :) you know who you are awesome person haha and also from my other recently uploaded fanfic, Poison in my Veins, another Vaas fanfic that is older LOL anyway This is just more focusing in a voodoo Perra Citra and a Vaas touching into his inner Rakyat past. Enjoy :P Only a few short chapters to this, a lot of hot and spicy things to cum (cough) Pun totally intended)
An up beat tune was playing heavily outside with the sounds of gun fire, people fucking, drunks stumbling and swearing and tigers roaring which all seemed to echo throughout the large warehouse. It was dimly lit with only a few neon lights mostly the colours of green, purple, some pink and rarely a blue. The place looked trashed with burnt out cars laying around, piles of rubbish that had collected up over time, luggage bags that had been opened and tossed around which its contents lay sprawled out, porn magz, beer bottles, old cigar butts, a damned cargo crate that was loosely hanging in the air which had clashed through some fencing crap that separated from the main entrance area, more cargo crates laying around all of which were empty and literally a wide range of lights strung up together like a web in corners and sometimes even Tv's which where flicking from one word to another before displaying the Pirate Insignia.
However it was the beast within his own Den that was the loneliest of them all, within his own personal quarters, seated in an old leather lounge that had seen better days, Vaas sat with his arms out stretched puffing away on a joint, that smoke filling the room as he raised his head up to lean against the back of the lounge as he exhaled blowing out a puff of fresh smoke before sighing softly to himself. His left hand rose up to stroke his beard while his right sat loosely on the arm rest with his joint that was almost gone neatly between his fingers.
"Stupid Fuckers" The Pirate Lord Mumbled before hissing and sitting up right.
His own damn joint had dropped ash on him which had caused a sudden shock to his system as he cursed in Spanish and stood up, his veins popped, his eyes bulged as he kicked a nearby crate which he'd used as a foot rest.
"FUCK! Stupid Mother Fuckers, Fucking around, fucking up my fucking sunshine" Vaas said between gritted teeth as he snarled talking to no one in particular.
Both his hands clasped over his head as if to try to contain his own anger as he took in long deep breaths, that's what one of his prisoners said right? Take in a deep breath, relax? Some shit that was, the asshole didn't even last five seconds into his little games of chasing him through the jungle. Today had been hard on Vaas, it was just like his typical days but worse, Hoyt was at him about a shipment that went wrong and then to make matters worse there was news about Citra…Citra, his own good damn sister fucking around yet again trying to take what's his away from him, just like she always did when they were children. No she was fucking around, like the damn voodoo bitch she is, casting her shitty spells or whatever it is she does.
Vaas for so many years had been in denial of these things, Magic didn't exist unless your high, but that shit was past the point now, Vaas was high, high every single damn day and hour, but he knows the difference between being high and being completely fucked up and cursed. He'd sworn that his own sister had a voodoo doll of him somewhere but he only laughed at his own madness as the man slapped his own face to wake himself up. Sweat trickled down his forehead as Vaas cursed between gritted teeth, his face screwed up as he looked down at his hands that where trembling. He was in need of another hit as the man violently slammed his forehead into the nearest steel wall of the warehouse he called home.
What he should have felt was pain, a throbbing headache, but Vaas felt none of that, for all the sensation in his body seemed little to nothing to him, only the heart ache in his chest that plagued his mind, he was torn between two worlds, Hoyts and Citra's, the Magical side and the Drug and Psycho side. See the thing is all those Privateers think Vaas was crazy, but he wasn't, this is what Hoyt made him, Hoyt rules with fear and if there was one thing Hoyt had over Vaas it was drugs and his Sisters. Truth be told Vaas didn't like to admit that, but it scared him losing his own blood relative, she was…she was a Goddess and Vaas hated that, he hated her beauty, the way she talks, the swaying of her hips, how she looks at him, her plump lips. Vaas licked his own lips and paused for a moment leaning his forehead against the very steel wall he had just minutes ago heade-butted.
Even though it was so wrong and so fucked up, Vaas knew he desired Citra in more than one way. It started at an early age, they were just kids, Citra depended upon her big strong Brother and he protected her like he should have, but their parents did not raise them correctly, they shared a bedroom, they shared their baths and showers, sure at a young age not a problem but the older they got the closer Citra was to Vaas. Vaas was so naïve he never noticed the dust in her hand or the slip of a pill into his drinks, they always took away the pain, the fear, and the regret. People say Vaas got hooked onto drugs when Hoyt came, but that was a false and foolish Claim. It was Citra from day one, see she followed and listened to the Witch Doctors, she learned of herbs that could kill a man hours after consumption, she was clever and cheeky, but also good at bending words to her will.
That's where Vaas fell undone, he wasn't good at that, sure he was born to be a leader but he only knew how to fuck, Hunt, Kill and Eat. With a heavy hearted Sigh Vaas moved away from the steel wall and strolled over to his bed where he sat down and began to ruffle through his junk in his side draw. Once he had found what he was looking for he pulled it out, an old photo of his Sister that he had burned the edge on one side of. Clearly the photo had been taken shortly before Vaas left the tribe, his Sister held such a strange look in her face, mystical, confused. It was the first time she had seen a Camera and Vaas had fallen in love with the strange device which he had looted from a tourist's body. The photo its self was years old, probably seven or maybe more years, Vaas couldn't be fucked as he tossed the photo back into the draw and slammed it shut.
Why did he torment himself in such ways? Why was it that he had to be born into such a fucked up family where his own Sister was the hottest of all the bitches and what made it worse was that she was the craziest of them all. Did Vaas ever have a girlfriend? Nope! She never let him, not once. Yet Citra did not take the full blame, Vaas himself had become so protective of Citra that he didn't allow her to be with other boys, especially by herself. It was both their faults right? Or was it more Citra's? IN pure anger and Rage Vaas stood up and pulled a small pouch out from his pockets that contained a small amount of Crack in it.
Doing it with such ease Vaas poured the contents out onto a nearby dresser and draw himself a line that of which in seconds vanished up his nose as he snorted and shook his head. Sadly the effects of the drug where not as strong as he had hopped as Vaas rolled his eyes looking up at the ceiling at the Neon lights, the thumping of the music like a Rhythm in his head. All he wanted was the pain to go away, to leave him so he could rest easy for once in his fucking life. Perhaps this was some curse; Maybe Citra had done this to Vaas never letting him forget what he had done.
Slamming his hands to the side of his head Vaas screamed, his eyes popped out as he yelled out letting all of his anger and pure rage burst through the seams. No one would hear him of course, the sound of the music outside was loud enough, his men fucking, screams from bitches and gunfire going off was enough to cover up the mad man's screams of pain. His eyes where glazed, not from the drugs but from actual tears, he hated this the most, the sensation of his emotions clawing at his throat as Vaas stood up straight before snorting himself another line, it would do right? It would stop the pain right? Yet again there was no relief for his emotional state, but the walls and floors began to move, at first it was blurry, the lights began to spin in circles, the green and purple melding into one, the ceiling was no longer there, only the darkness and in the darkness came little dots of lights.
Fuck had Vaas just taken a double dosage of the shit EarnHart had given him earlier? With the way Vaas was feeling now he was pretty darn sure he had, this wasn't just any sort of normal Ice or crack. Fuck was he even alive or dead right now? All of his focus on his past was gone as Vaas felt so light on his feet, his body began to move backwards but he didn't fall, he didn't feel anything at all it was like he was floating way up in the sky. This strange sensation made Vaas feel free of the pain, like as if he could just get up and fly away from everything, escape Hoyt, Escape Citra, escape everything he ever did. However the darkness began to burn like as if someone was burning a picture and slowly the beauty of the stars disappeared and replaced with fire and a deep red and Vaas felt his body weigh more than it should. A strange sensation of pain ran all over him as if he was burning as he screamed out patting his skin all over the place and tossing his red shirt off him leaving his chest bare.
In the distance he could hear drums, a moderate drumming sound that began to grow and when Vaas turned around he saw thunder in the distance, mountains and crumbling ruins. Around him was Fire, people, Rakyat assholes kneeling but as they look up at him their faces melt and they burst into nothingness.
"This is what you have done…" Called a familiar Voice.
Slowly Vaas turned around again, fire surrounded him but in such chaos there she stood, Citra. Her face was illuminated in a vibrant blue glow like as if she had magical fucking tattoos on her face that glowed vibrantly. However they were not just any random markings but rather that of the Great Warrior, like as if Citra had painted the tattau on her face and now it glowed. Like a Goddess she strolled towards him with her hands behind her back, her hips swaying, her eyes looking him up and down lingering a little longer then they should have on his bare chest lined with scars.
"Brother you have grown, changed from the boy you once were." Citra cooed eyeing him off with this eyes of hers.
"Fuck you and your shit bitch! You made me this way! But no no no you can't just let it all go can you huh? Hmm? After everything you still refuse to let go of me HuH!" Vaas said in pure rage pacing back and forth.
Fuck even on drugs there was no real escape was there? With his back now towards his Sister Vaas snorted, his nostrils flared as the scent of ash filled his lungs, a soft and gentle stroke of a hand made him spin around, his right hand raised in the air about to punch Citra but stopping mere inches away. Before him stood a woman, she had such lovely smooth tan skin, her long black hair cascading down her back towards her butt, her soft hazel eyes showed fire, surprise but a sense of sympathy as her hand gently clasped over Vaas' clenched fist before she brought it down towards her chest on her supple breast.
Such a sensation of feeling your hand cup over a breast with such smooth skin was enough to turn any man on as Vaas found all of his fears, anger and emotional unbalanced just fade behind him with this naked beauty. Her name he did not care for as he leaned down, their lips meeting with one another but before anything else could be said or done the fragile woman so beautiful and elegant pushed the Pirate Lord with both her small hands sending him backwards. The flames disappeared, there was only this strange darkness that surrounded them, a strange mist of colours from red, purple to blue surrounded him as he looked up now with the woman straddling him.
Her face was now painted in the same as Citra's with the vibrant glow of blue of the tatau all over her face, her lips pursed as she purred between her moans, Vaas could not help it the sensation, her beauty, it was enough as he leaned back and sighed with a sensation of relief feeling at ease while her hips grinded back and forth against him, making him lose all sense of reality and fiction. All he could feel was the strange sensation of pleasure coursing through him.
"You are my Warrior" Cooed the woman in an all too familiar voice.
At the sound of Citra's words Vaas jolted up yet he only saw the woman with the tan skin and long black hair, this was not Citra but she spoke like her, yet she did not stop at Vaas' sudden shock or surprise. Was this some weird fucked up voodoo shit again? It didn't matter anymore as Vaas froze completely everything fading to darkness, surely this was it right? Everything was done and over with and he could just end it all here right? No more woman, no more flames, everything just faded to black.
How wrong Vaas was, his eyes opened, the strange sensation of coughing, a burning in his chest and lungs made him come to life as he tried to sit up but too weak. All he could see was a blur of colours before him, was he in another weird ass dream again? Someone was talking that was for sure, a faint voice calling to him, not his name exactly but something along those lines. Whoever it was clearly wasn't very strong as they seemed to be shacking him about. Within a short few seconds Vaas' vision cleared and his eyes popped wide open. Before him was a woman with extremely short hair, her face had a nice fresh mark across her lips and a busted nose, her vibrant blue eyes looked down at him with a mixture of relief but also fear.
Instantly Vaas grabbed the woman by whatever means as he could landing a good handful of her shirt and pulling her down close to him baring his teeth.
"Who the Fuck are you?" Vaas hissed out as his jaw clenched.
This woman or girl before him clearly was some sort of a slave, or perhaps prostitute as Vaas snarled while the stranger leaned back with a strange look of fear in her eyes a mixture of everything that must be running through her mind as her lips trembled out of what could only be assumed as fear.
"I…You were passed out..." Slowly she stuttered.
Looking behind her, Vaas realized they were alone which then raised the next question that was boiling in his throat.
"Who the fuck are you bitch? Trying to fucking escape huh?" Vaas snarled and in an instant had his hands clasped through her messy hair forcing her face to his.
For a moment her skin turned white, snow white to be exact, her accent was strange and Vaas couldn't out his finger to it where she was from, somewhere that isn't close that's for sure. With a low growl towards the hesitant woman Vaas glared deep into her blue eyes that shimmered with the vibrant glow from the neon lights above them. She'd been crying, crying for a long time as her eyes seemed red, bloodshot almost, she looked like she had seen better days too, her clothes dirty but Vaas lost interest in that when she spoke up.
"I'm sorry…" Was all she said before pushing him back to the ground.
It was too sudden and he didn't expect such force from a small woman, a woman of all fucking things. She had gotten up and darted out of the room with a shocked and emotionally confused Vaas, for fucks sake he was starting to even get a boner looking at her, probably because of his fucked up dream as he snorted slightly irritated. He could have his fun, chase her down and fuck her, but he'd done that too many times and he hated fucking repeating himself. So rather than hitting the alarm or call for help Vaas slowly got to his feet.
Apart of him wanted to be sick, his body felt stiff and cold as he shuffled towards the door, maybe he had just been on deaths door step, heck for all he knows Citra was probably trying to put some fucked up curse on him or some shit again, but this girl…this pale ghostly girl just changed all of that. What a fucked up world this all was. Like Butter, the bitch slipped through his fingers as Vaas realized just how alone he was here, how fucked up this all was as he grumbled again and again to himself slurring his own words now as he slowly exited his room and tried to follow the strange scent of the woman.
Being a part of the Rakyat tribe Vaas had learned to track not by sound and sight but also smell, you'd be surprised how strong someone's scent is, especially that of a woman. Didn't take the Pirate Lord to figure out that the escapee was still in the building, if she tried to get off his own fucking Island she'd have to get past all the drunk and stupid pirates and then take a dip with the sharks, she wouldn't survive long in the cold ass water anyway.
The escapee was in a lone room far down the corridor and in a narrow little room that had luggage's, passports and all sorts of crap lying around, she'd piled up a set of boxes and was trying aimlessly to reach for the window, maybe she hadn't noticed the wire netting as she reached with all her might to get her little fingers on the window sil. Vaas only stood back and leaned against the doorway soundlessly watching as he fished for a cigar, he really fucking needed one. Without a doubt the woman came crashing down, the boxes couldn't support her weight, she wasn't exactly skinny or fat but rather in-between, a nice slave she would make if sold. As the woman hissed in pain Vaas flicked a match and lit his joint which just so happened to startle the woman.
"Look I don't want any part of this, I'm no use to you anyway, I know what you'll do, ransom me off to my parents and then double back them and sell me off into the slave markets, well sorry I might have saved your life but I'm going to save my own now thanks!" The woman said bitterly as she struggled to stand up while surrounded by boxes with the contents now spilling all around her.
Vaas didn't look her in the eyes; he watched the flame on the match slowly wind down towards his finger before it finally ended while he took in a few long puffs of his joint. This one had a mouth on her, not a surprise Vaas always dealt with those ones the easiest, they always try to put up a fight, always try to be strong until reality comes crashing down on them. They were all like that, nothing ever fucking changes, no matter how many times a woman puts her arms across her chest, pouts out her chest, chin up, standing tall trying to look down upon him. They all break the same way.
"Are you done? " Vaas questions her somewhat too calmly while still not looking up at the woman.
"What?" She hiss's back a little confused to his strange question.
"I said are you fucking done talking and trying to save your fat ass?" Vaas said a little more louder, sterner and looking up at her glaring into her soul.
She must have felt it, like as if he set her on fire as she seemed to take a step or two back, Vaas couldn't tell because she was shuffling and surrounded by junk. They are all the same is what Vaas told himself over and over again as he looked at the woman before him. His men must have brought in a new batch, shame they didn't tell him before hand, he could easily have used this bitch earlier. It was like the same old dance as Vaas stood up and approach the woman, but this time she didn't back up anymore, maybe she couldn't, but she held his gaze trying her best to return the glare.
"See the thing is I know you're going to fucking break, you've done it before, over and over again, isn't that fucking Insane?" Vaas said as he leaned forward his right hand flicking under his chin.
Before him the strange woman took in a deep breath, she was a good actress Vaas gave her that as he stood now a mere foot away from her. She was so close, he could smell her scent, and it was like fresh Roses with a mixture of something else, coconut maybe? Either way it was intoxicating as he couldn't help but lean forward, in the dark his arms out stretched and before she could run away Vaas caught her pulling her to him. OF course she struggled trying to squirm out of his hold as he mindlessly forced his lips against hers. He was totally lost on this strange high as he caught one of her hands and forced it down towards his groin, the sensation of her small hand against his growing erection sent a shiver up his back as he pried her mouth open with his tongue forcefully.
Even her free hand that slapped him across the face couldn't snap him out of this strange moment, all he wanted was love, all he wanted was more, more of whatever she was giving him, it was her fault right? Just like Citra? With his force and insistence the woman lost her balance and Vaas took advantage as they toppled over onto the boxes and piles of clothing that surrounded them. This woman was so much weaker then him as he finally let go of her hand while his found its way up her shirt. Maybe his hands where cold as she made a strange should and seemed to try and get away from him, but why? He wasn't doing anything wrong. His other hand cupped around her ass allowing him a bit more of a hold on her while he grinded against her, she must have been wearing tights as he could feel so much more, if only it wasn't for his own damn cargo pants.
Everything was going to his dick right now, he couldn't hear her pleas to stop, her hands pushing against him, she was completely at his mercy now but yet she didn't try to stop his tongue in her mouth, it was like he was slowly working his own venom into her. She would come around to it, he knew it and even if she doesn't it really didn't matter, because Vaas always gets what he wants. Suddenly the sounds outside become a faint memory, the sounds of screams and moans and gun fire, it all just past him right by. What did matter was the emotional build up inside of him but he wasn't thinking straight and all it took was a single slip up for her to get her leg free and direct it with full force into his groin.
Instantly Vaas went limp, all that of which had just occurred quickly flashed by in a bright blinding light as he saw red enraged with her action. The bitch got up and ran away as Vaas struggled to get to his feet, she'd really done a number on him, but they all go for that weak spot, just so happened this one was a little more smarter then he thought as Vaas slowly raised to a stand, his eyes darkened, the veins in his forehead popped as he struggled to find something to lean against. This little birdy wasn't getting away, not in the Tigers Den, did she really think she could escape? What was the point of even fighting anymore there's no going back so why? Wasn't he good enough?
Fuelled with Anger Vaas stumbled his way and by the time he'd regained back some of his strength and the pain in his groin had passed he'd managed to get all the way down the stairs and find the entrance to his warehouse was now wide open. Just fucking great, another party hunt was exactly what he fucking needed right now, this little bitch he was going to fuck up. Passing his own Pirates that couldn't even give a fuck because they are all too busy with their own dicks; Vaas found his way outside of the compound and grabbed the nearest Pirate on look out. He wasn't very old maybe early 20's or maybe younger, Vaas didn't give a fuck, but the Pirate clearly showed pure fear and if it wasn't for the dark of the night Vaas would have seen the Pirate was sweeting like a pig.
"Where the fuck did that Bitch just go?" Vaas said between gritted teeth.
"Uh…I don't know Boss there are plenty of pros-"
"The Fucking one with short ass fucking hair and that!" Vaas roared into the boy's ear.
However it was clearly pointless to even wait for an answer as the boy stood shell shocked, frozen on the spot and clearly shitting himself as Vaas tossed the boy to the side and stumbled in the dark down towards the docks, there was no way she would swim in this water but by the time Vaas got to the docks he was furious. One of his fucking boats was gone, he should never trust his own Pirates, not a single one was out here keeping watching as Vaas let out a low growl to no one in particular. Just what he needed, he could see the faint dot of a boat out there, she must have just left because he could still hear it in the distance and if he was lucky he'd have enough time to catch the little bird. Getting into the nearest Boat Vaas stirred off hitting full throttle sending the boat into over drive crashing against the waves that sent the boat flying up into the air and crashing back down, but Vaas didn't care as he glared out towards the distance.
To be honest Vaas didn't even know why he was putting in so much fucking effort into this little hunt, he didn't bother going to such extents, normally he'd let a bitch go running through the jungle because he'd already set up taps and knew it far better, it was rare they escaped him and with his pure anger Vaas let out a growl sound blurred out by the sounds of waves. However this one really pissed him off and he doesn't like Slaves getting away without being punished. The shoreline wasn't too far but even by the time he'd reached it right alongside the empty boat the bitch had managed to run away into the jungle. Screwing up his face Vaas shook his head in frustration both at himself and at the fact she was running.
"Come out come out where ever you are Perra, this is my fucking Island you aren't getting away so easily." Vaas said in his sadistic tone as he entered the jungle.
Her scent was fresh here, it stood out compared to his own warehouse and especially in the jungle where there is nothing but fresh air. However it isn't as simple as following foot tracks and it was too dark to be looking at the ground anyway as Vaas walked in a stealthy manner listening and smelling the air, she wasn't too far, perhaps a little scared to go into the jungle at such a time, or maybe she had already had her own fair share of mishaps in here before becoming his captive. Either way she wasn't going anywhere.
Then something caught his attention, something moving and fast, Vaas' reflexes kicked in as he raised his left arm up to protect himself and just in time too as he felt the hard sensation of a stick or something wooden colliding with his hand. Not only was she trying to escape but also kill him too, that would just double the punishment as Vaas took a hold of the wooden Object with such force that the woman was sent flying to the ground while Vaas through the object into the jungle.
"Who the fuck taught you to be so fucking disrespectful Perra Huh?" Vaas said as he hissed approaching her laying form.
She tried to fight again by rolling onto her back and kicking up at him, but it was useless he'd done this before and he knew too much about making a bitching fucking pay the price for being disobedient even if this one might have saved his own life. While her hands where pinned above her head and her feet kicked trying to somehow get away, it was too late, Vaas had all the power over her and there is no such thing as a second time, no getting away. Yet even in such a position, with all his desires Vaas could only look down upon the woman before him, how she kicked, how she gritted her teeth and snarled towards him, but not once screaming for help. It was only then he let her go and just like that she scurried away.
All that time of chasing her for nothing as Vaas sighed and watched her run off. If she was lucky she'd find a boat and get away, but more than likely the Rakyat would capture her and kill her. After all he owned all the shorelines, no one escapes Rook, not on his Island, but what he couldn't understand was why? Why let her go? In the pit of his stomach there was a familiar sense, like as if he was the powerless one with his own hands pinned above his head. What tricks or sickness had Citra put upon him? Snorting Vaas finally stood up from the sandy dirt ground, in the dark of the night watching, waiting. After all he is Rakyat, or at least he was. Citra wasn't the only one with voodoo magic and if this woman truly did survive till morning he would be the first to know and he would plague her with dreams of him. There is no escaping that type of desire.
