A/N: Hello Pitch Perfect Fans.
We present Chapter Twenty-Six. FYI - I did make a couple small changes to chapter twenty-five, pertaining to Beca's interactions with Kommissar. You don't have to read them to read this chapter, but they do help in the setup for something coming in chapter twenty-seven.
BeChloeIsLegit and RJRMovieFan do not own Pitch Perfect or any of their characters, we just really like them.
Love at First Bite
Chapter 26 - Resistance
The smell of dirt, and wood was the first thing Stacie noted as she woke in the dark room. Also strong in her nose, is the faint hint of blood and sweat, drifting through her nostrils. The only other thing Stacie registered was that she was really hungry; like REALLY HUNGRY.
Slowly Stacie attempts to sit up, her muscles are sore and rebel at the thought. It feels as if she had been put through a ringer. A groan escaped Stacie's lips, as she finally managed to sit up. Unconsciously she began rubbing the aches in her neck to try and soothe her aching muscles. It seemed she to work, and soon her movements are easier, which allowed her to begin to stretch and yawn.
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand and looked around, wondering how she came to be in this room. It looked like a bedroom; the bedroom of a farmhouse, to be exact. Looking through the window, she sees that it is dark out, but she easily sees that they are no longer in Paris.
She blinks at the view, trying to determine what it means. She shivered at the potential implications.
She rises from the bed, and it's almost like her body is making decisions without her conscious approval, because she does it before she had even thought to do so. In bare feet, she lightly steps to the window. She can't see anything, save for the tree line of a forest, which makes sense, for, in the countryside, the nights are much darker than in the city. She figures she's in the country because the only illumination is from the millions of tiny lights in the dark sky. The only time she had ever seen such skies, was out in the countryside, way off from any city.
The night sky is beautiful, but it leaves her wondering how she came to be here. The last thing she remembers is falling into bed with Aubrey, angry with the blonde, and determined to fuck some sense into her.
A wave of nausea passes over her, and Stacie has to grab hold of an old dresser to keep her balance. Suddenly, she hears footsteps, two of them, and it's clear as day, almost as if they are in the room, but also, she can tell they're in another portion of the house. The tall brunette can also tell the steps don't belong to anyone she knows; they're too heavy, and she swears the footfalls sound like they are being made by combat boots.
At the same time, the faint scent of blood and sweat drifts through her nose, plus the unmistakable smell of gun oil. Back home in Georgia, Stacie's father was an avid hunter, and took meticulous care of his many rifles. Stacie remembers the smell of gun oil he would use to clean the weapons. That was one of the prominent odors she could smell at the moment, which didn't seem right. No one Stacie was traveling with had a gun.
Instantly she's on guard.
Then there is the blood. She can smell blood; and it's making her hungry.
Really hungry.
It's salty, with a metallic hint of iron that she smells, and it makes her mouth water. It's the most tantalizing of scents.
She feels her fangs drop.
She stops.
Her fangs dropped?
HER FANGS DROPPED?!
Stacie reached up and felt the extended teeth. They are sharp and distinctive.
She wondered what this meant, but froze mid-thought, her skin prickling at the sound of heavy footsteps outside the door to the room she's in. Instinctively, she knows to be wary. In a flash, she moved into a shadow behind the door.
The speed at which she moved shocked her, but she can't really focus on that. The smell of blood is overwhelming, plus she can actually hear the blood pumping and heartbeat of the men that are approaching. And, she realized that she knows it's two men from the scent of their sweat.
The door handle begins to turn, and Stacie's jaw clenched. Her hunger doubled, and it took all of her will power to resist attacking immediately. Instead, she slipped back, restraining her basic instinct.
The door opened, and Stacie eased further into the shadows. It's dark, but Stacie can see perfectly. Two men entered, both carrying military grade weapons, and wearing black combat style clothes. It's immediately apparent that these men have come to hurt her, to harm her friends, to hurt Aubrey.
She is consumed by a rage so deep; Stacie can feel it in her bones; in her every nerve. She hated these two men. She knows that they and others with them have come to hurt her friends and Aubrey. She will do anything to protect Aubrey.
Stacie's eyes drift to the first intruder's neck. She can sense the man's veins as they throb just underneath his skin, and all Stacie wants to do is sink her fangs in and drink her fill.
Her stomach actually growled, and she's worried the two men might have heard it. She would be embarrassed, but she's just so damn hungry.
It is on pure instinct that she moved. With inhuman speed she emerged from the shadows, just behind the closest intruder. The man is dressed from head to toe in black. With surprising ease, Stacie takes his head within her hands, and twists with lightning like speed. The man is instantly dead, as his head rotates two hundred and forty degrees on his neck. She should be horrified at how easy it was for her to kill, or how effortlessly she tosses the body off to the side. The first intruder senses something, and tries to turn, but Stacie covers his mouth, and buries her fangs into his neck. On instinct alone, her fangs sunk directly into his Jugular vein.
The second the intruder's blood touched Stacie's tongue; her whole body ignited from the inside. Every nerve is jolted to life.
That jolt is life; the taste purer for her than heaven.
And, suddenly, she realized that she needed it.
She knew she should be horrified that she was drinking blood; yet she wasn't. Instead, she drank and drank, and before she knew it, she was no longer holding a person, but a husk.
She tossed the now dead body away, too easily; but she doesn't pay it any mind, for all she can focus on is the hunger she still has. Without thought, she grabbed the body of the first man she had killed and sank her fangs into its neck. Already the taste is different from the man she just drained. It quickly becomes apparent that fresh kill is better than one who has been killed before. Still, the blood eases her hunger.
Once she is done, she senses others in the house, and she knows her friends are in trouble. She decides it's time to deal with that.
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Beca found herself intimidated by the blonde vampire kneeling in front of her, glaring into her eyes. Beca swallowed and then did something she knew she shouldn't do, but did it anyway. She's not sure where the courage came from, or the chutzpah, but she suddenly reached up and pushed Kommissar, causing her to fall back on her butt.
"I'm not afraid of you," Beca said as she pushed.
Two minions immediately moved toward Beca, but stopped when Kommissar put up her hand.
"That was very stupid of you, tiny maus," Kommissar said as she stood to her full imposing height. "I told you not to challenge me."
Beca breathed in and out through her nose, trying to calm her nerves. She glared at Kommissar and stood, her back ramrod straight as she stared the vampire down.
Kommissar stared back at her. Suddenly, she started laughing. Beca was taken aback and looked around the room. The minions had frightened looks on their faces as Kommissar continued to laugh.
"Oh, mein feisty maus," Kommissar said between laughs. "You are going to be so much fun to tame."
"I'm not an animal," Beca said. "I cannot be tamed."
"We'll see about that," Kommissar growled.
At that moment the door opened, and two female slaves who could be Victoria's Secret models, both by their looks and the lace undergarments they were wearing stepped in. Kommissar gestured to the two brunettes, and said. "That is your future, feisty Maus. To be a pretty pet, that I will dress in sexy clothes, or maybe no clothes at all…"
Beca gulped as Kommissar brazenly swept her eyes over her. The blonde vampire seemed to appreciate what she saw, which left Beca confused because she took some measure of pride in the vampire's approval.
One of the women in black lingerie stepped forward with a crystal chalice balanced on a tray. She presented it to Kommissar, without saying a word. Kommissar nodded to the chalice, and told Beca, "Have a glass of wine." When Beca just stared at the glass, now being offered to her, she looked skeptical. With a sigh, Kommissar assured Beca, "It is fine, it is only wine. Now drink."
Beca accepted the glass, and asked, "What about you?" She then took a small sip of the dark red wine.
The second lingerie model stepped forward next to Kommissar, and presented her neck. For the first time, Beca, realized both women in black lace lingerie were wearing black leather collars. The woman presenting her neck to Kommissar had tugged the collar out of the way for the blonde vampire, giving her unfettered access to her neck. Kommissar smiled at Beca and said, "I like having a more organic drink, directly from its source." She coolly then brought her mouth to the young woman's neck, and bit. The young woman only gave a small cry and whimper, as Kommissar fed.
Beca thought she might be ill.
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Theo took great pleasure watching Benji crumple to the floor from his one punch. He was perplexed that the young man had broken from the trance he had been under, but figured that would be remedied once he was raised to full vampire. Then Theo would be able to make Benji do anything as punishment. Until then, Theo knew exactly how he would punish the nerd.
"Bind him, then wake him," ordered Theo. He dismissively stepped over Benji's prone body, as he sauntered over to Emily. With a truly lecherous leer, Theo traced a finger over Emily's cheek. He dropped his voice into a husk, as he stared into the frightened singer's eyes, and promised, "I want the nerd awake and alert, so I can force him to watch as I ravish his girl, Emily…"
So confident in the moment, Theo looked back at Benji being hauled from the floor. The two guards were not gentle, and delivered a couple quick rabbit punches to Benji's ribs, and kidneys. He therefore missed the fear leaving Emily's eyes, to be replaced by determination. He therefore wasn't ready for her knee. With impressive speed she moved, her right knew coming up with great power. Her aim was impeccable, and it caught Theo exact center in his groin.
Emily never liked seeing anyone in pain, and she hated hurting anything, but she took great pride in seeing the smug look fall from the Englishman's face, replaced by confused pain. As he instinctively bent over, Emily brought her left knee up, and years of practice ensured she caught Theo, just below his chin. Again, there was a thrill as her would-be assailant's head snapped back. Emily silently thanked her dad for all the times he had driven her to karate class, or given up his afternoons for her karate competitions. She was also glad he insisted on taking her to self-defense classes that showed the difference between karate competitions, and defending yourself on the streets. Especially the class that had given her a pepper spray can. Without a second's hesitation, she pulled the small container from the front pocket of her jeans and sprayed its contents directly into Theo's eyes. She then snapped a perfect roundhouse kick to his head. Her foot catching Theo right where she was aiming, in the temple, midway between his left eye, and his left ear.
Again, years of practice kicked in, and instinctively Emily adopted the Shotokan karate defensive stance that she found was most comfortable for herself.
It took a second, but she realized that the room was completely silent. She grew embarrassed as she realized everyone was staring at her. With a small shrug she said, "What? My dad was a Marine, he wanted to make sure his little girl knew how to protect herself."
"Damn girl! I thought Beca was the only badass on the tour," said Cynthia Rose with a low whistle. This both embarrassed Emily, and filled her with pride.
Unfortunately, the men in black combat gear seemed to wake up. A trio moved to defend Theo and subdue her. Emily relaxed into her stance, readying herself for her next kick, when she heard Stacie say, "Oh look, it's a party."
Emily's head snapped, along with everyone else's, in the direction Stacie's voice came from. They watched the tall brunette step down from the stairs. It was Stacie, but she looked different. Her hair was mussed, and had a 1980's big hair vibe. Stacie had always been a free spirit when it came to sex, but now she looked like a total sexbomb. Emily felt her cheeks heat up as she watched the taller woman lick her lips. The heat the teen singer was feeling only increased as Stacie smiled in a way that was both sexy and dangerous. Emily swallowed; her mouth suddenly really dry. It didn't help when Stacie said, "And you brought food."
In the blink of an eye, Stacie had seized the closest of Theo's combat minions, and sank her teeth into his neck.
"OH HELL NO! Did she just BITE him in the NECK!?"
Cynthia Rose's freak out shook Emily out of her stupor, and she realized she still had one of the men in combat gear in front of her. She sent two fast kicks into his abdomen, but with a lot less effect than she had had with Theo. From the way her foot connected with the man, she could tell he was pretty muscular. The cruel smile he flashed; told the girl she had made a mistake.
Again, reverting from her karate, to her more practical self-defense lessons, she used a move her father had taught her, and as the man advanced forward, she brought her foot down with all her strength on the outside of his right knee. He grunted in pain, and collapsed, as she broke his leg, and tore his MCL and ACL.
Unfortunately, Emily's victory was short lived, as the other man approaching her, connected with a backhand across her face, that sent her flying back.
Still woozy from the punch Theo delivered, Benji saw the man dressed like a commando strike Emily. Consumed by rage, the usually quiet young man broke free from the two minions holding him, and with a battle cry tackled the man who had just hit Emily. Catching the man with his full weight, and placing his shoulder into the man's midsection, Benji was able to take him down. Of course, he dislocated his shoulder, but he was so hopped up on adrenaline, Benji didn't notice, as he reigned ineffectual punches down on the prone figure.
This unleashed the rest.
Grabbing a lamp off a small end table she was next to, Cynthia Rose swung it like a club, and bashed one of the men near her across the back of his head. She followed up with another as the man crumbled.
Flo produced a butterfly knife she kept in a hidden pocket. With an impressive flick of her wrists, Flo opened the blade, and stabbed repeatedly a guard standing with his back to her. She then brought her left knee up and connected with the back of his head when he fell to his knees. She then turned and used the knife to cut the bindings on Jesse, freeing his arms and hands. She had just cut the last when she was hit with a cattle prod, the electric shock sending her to the floor.
Jesse immediately stepped in between Flo and her assailant. He batted the cattle prod away and delivered an elbow to the attacker's nose. He then brought the elbow back across the man's face on the back swing. The man tried to fend Jesse off with the cattle prod, but Jesse moved inside the man's reach, and disarmed him, breaking the man's wrist. Now armed with the cattle prod, Jesse jabbed it right between the man's eyes, and triggered the charge.
Jesse looked over, in time to see Lily jump up and bring her legs so she can move her hands so that the handcuffs were no longer behind her, and now her hands were in front of her. Without missing a beat, Lily jumped onto the back of another black clad minion. She brought the handcuffs over the man's head, and then pulled the handcuff chain across his throat. He struggled as she pulled with all her might, working her knees between herself and his back. There was a faint pop, and the man collapsed, unable to breath.
Lily scurried to the side, freeing the handcuffs from around the dead man's neck as another attacker came at her. Stacie intercepted the man though, killing him quickly with a twist to his neck.
The fighting was coming to an end. All the men in their combat gear were down. Everyone looked around warily, shocked at the sudden violent change of events.
In particular, Stacie looked about frantically. She growled, "Where is Aubrey?!"
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"ENOUGH!"
The laughter is gone. Beca had continued to push Kommissar's buttons. The show of feeding on the pretty young lingerie model had shaken Beca for a moment, but then it had had the opposite of Kommissar's desired effect. The petite music star had realized that there was little chance of escape, and so decided she would fight in the only way she could.
"I grow weary of your little games, meine feisty Maus," Kommissar said with malice.
"Please," Beca snarked. "I'm just getting started, and the truth is, even now, I think you like all of this. It must get tiring having everyone just bow down to your sexy ass," Beca said, as she fought to keep from rolling her eyes. She really needed to get control of her words. She couldn't stop with the unintended compliments.
"You have pushed to the point where I will make you watch as I cause Chloe as much pain as I can. I will take her to the edge of her death, and bring her back again, only to start over."
"Chloe is better than you," Beca said with a snarl. "She will kill you and then go out for a beer. I hear German beer is supposed to be pretty good. I'm more of a wine girl myself, but when in Berlin and all."
Kommissar growled and her fangs popped out over her bottom lip. "Silence! I am tired of listening to you."
Beca smirked and shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever."
Kommissar's eyes narrowed and then she smiled; it was an evil smile and Beca gulped but still maintained her sense of bravado.
"This show of bluster has been entertaining, but now I grow bored. I need a different form of entertainment." She seemed to consider for a moment. "You will sing for us." Her face lights up, as if she's hit on a really great idea. "Ja, tiny maus. You will sing." Kommissar ordered. "I have heard your music. It is not bad. So, sing."
Kommissar sat on the bed with her back against the headboard. She pointed at Beca, and nonchalantly waved. "Put on a show for me."
Beca scoffed. "I don't sing for free," she said. "People better than you pay good money to hear me sing."
"I will pay with your life," Kommissar said as she becomes more bored with the conversation. "Is that the going rate for you to sing?"
Beca blanched slightly, but would not back down. If she was going to die, she was going to go out on her terms.
"How about I give you a special deal?" Beca sassed back. "I'll only charge you half my usual rate. You can transfer the money to my Swiss account." Beca snapped her fingers and said, "Oh, shoot! I don't have a Swiss account, so you'll just have to let me go so I can go open one and then you can transfer the money to it."
Kommissar was growing increasingly tired of Beca's disobedience. She stood from the bed and walked over to a closet, Beca's eyes followed her every move.
The closet door was opened, and Beca leaned a bit to try and see what was inside.
Kommissar grabbed a whip, its thong made of leather braided with what looked like silver. The handle a tight leather knot with a wrist loop.
Mouth suddenly dry, Beca tried to swallow as Kommissar held the whip in her left hand, while putting her right hand through the wrist loop. With a menacing smirk, the blonde vampire curled her fingers around the handle and swung the whip back and forth with practiced ease.
Beca jumped as Kommissar suddenly swung the whip and a loud CRACK echoed throughout the room. Kommissar turned to face Beca and smirked as she nonchalantly swung the whip toward one of her minions.
The blow was quick and the minion went down before Beca had a chance to look over at him. She swallowed and jerked her head back to Kommissar.
The smile on Kommissar's face was pure evil. With a loud command, she ordered the minion up. The moment he was back on his feet, Kommissar cracked the whip again. The whip moved like lightning, the crack rang like thunder, and the minion was again on the floor.
Beca grimaced at the sight. She could see that the man was stifling the shout of pain that was on his lips. Yet he struggled to stand up at Kommissar's command. "You will learn to obey, just as everyone does. Don't mistake my not wanting to mark your beauty, as an inability to do it."
The whip flicked out again, with nowhere near the speed of the previous two, nor the thunderous crack of sound, yet Beca cried out in pain as the tip of the whip wrapped around her right hip, and stung her ass. Beca rubbed her right butt cheek, embarrassed at her cry of pain. Kommissar looked quite pleased with herself.
"Now, let's try this again," Kommissar smiled evilly and said. "I will give Chloe twenty lashes with this whip. Full lashes, not the love tap I just gave you." She walked towards Beca, who backed up, till she was flat against a wall. Kommissar pointed at Beca, her index finger just centimeters from Beca's nose. The Kommissar's voice dripped with condemnation. "You will sing for me, and for every song you sing, I will deduct one lash from the whipping I will give to your girlfriend."
Beca knew she was beaten. She closed her eyes and bowed her head. She took in several breaths and looked up and opened her eyes.
"Fine," Beca said tersely.
"I knew you would see things my way," Kommissar said and sauntered, whip in hand, back over to the bed and settled in as before, with her back against the headboard. "You may proceed."
"I don't have any music," Beca said.
"Sing it, how you say, a cappella," Kommissar suggested.
Beca closed her eyes again and ran through her catalog of songs. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt something happening to her. She felt fear; and anger; and bloodlust; and despair?
"Chloe," Beca whispered.
Something was happening to Chloe, and Beca could not get a read on it. But she was feeling Chloe, which meant Chloe was close.
Beca started to panic. If she could feel Chloe, that meant that she was closer to being tormented and whipped by Kommissar. She had to do something and do it fast.
A song popped into Beca's head and she started singing.
There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
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Kommissar.
The title alone made Chloe agonizingly sick to her stomach. She could not believe that fate had finally reunited her with her Beca, only to deliver them both into the hands of true evil.
Her real name was Eerika, but now everyone called her Kommissar, and she was the head of one of the most powerful vampire families. Chloe shuddered as memories of being her slave began to intrude on her thoughts. Eerika had been a cruel mistress.
The thought of Beca in her hands made Chloe sick to her stomach. What was worse, she could feel Beca's fear, and was sure Beca could feel her despair.
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Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
The song came easily to the petite singer. The words flowed easily with so much soul. Beca sang the melancholy song, originally performed by Queen, with all her heart. She thought the lyrics and vibe just fit the situation. She sang with soul and passion.
There's no chance for us
It's all decided for us
This world has only one
Sweet moment set aside for us
It wasn't what Eerika had expected, in the way of songs, but she did find it beautiful. She loved the taste of fear and despair in her prey, and it was there in the petite American in abundance. Yet the singer was still managing to show defiance, courage, and strength. It made the prospect of breaking her, that much more tantalizing.
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
Who?
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Who dares to love forever
Oh, when love must die?
Slumped in her seat, Aubrey was numb to all that was happening. She couldn't believe how this night had turned. She's especially worried about Stacie, as she is truly vulnerable right now. Because of Lily's shield,
Her eyes are open, but unfocused. In many ways her mind is shut down in a desperate need to not think about what had happened.
For the first time in many decades, Aubrey was scared. She was scared of losing her soulmate, of being alone. She was scared of being without Stacie.
Stacie was her light in a world of darkness, and God, she was entranced by her. Every single day was a better day with her in it. She couldn't believe how much her life had changed in the few weeks they had known each other. It had been as if a missing part of her had been returned.
She could be at peace if she knew Stacie was safe. Knowing this wasn't the case made this situation worse. She would do anything if it meant that Stacie was safe.
It was at that moment Aubrey resolved that she would attack the moment she was face to face with Eerika. She would surely lose, but better to be killed by the Kommissar than live without Stacie. True despair was the thought of living a life without her.
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
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And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
Stacie, Lily, and Jesse made quick work of the remaining minions, who had been tasked with cleanup.
Lily looked at Cynthia Rose and Flo. "Give me your phone."
Without hesitation Flo produced her iPhone, opened it, and handed it over. Lily took it, and brought up the map app. She punched in an address from memory and handed it back. She then opened the Safari app and again typed a URL in from memory. When she was done, she handed the phone back. "You two take Emily and Benji and go to the address on the map. It's a safe house. Make sure you don't allow Benji near a phone." She gave the young man a withering look. For his part he looked sheepish. Returning her attention to CR and Flo, she continued, "I put in a URL for a website with instructions. In two hours, you will still be on the road, but find a phone and follow the first instruction. Then if we don't arrive within twenty-four hours, implement the last protocol." She looked at them both with a softer expression. "Do you understand?"
Both Cynthia Rose and Flo nodded and mumbled their affirmatives. "What are you going to do?"
With a confident smile, Lily nods to Stacie. "We're going to get our girls."
Cynthia Rose looks a bit incredulous. "How?"
The smirk Lily adopts, is sly and knowing. "They are taking the long way around, whereas when I bought this place, I memorized the forest paths. We can catch them."
Jesse stepped up, having relieved a number of bodies of their weapons. "What about Beca?" His tone was accusatory.
Lily automatically bristled at him having so many weapons near her and Stacie, answered coldly, "She's one of our girls."
Now it was Jesse's turn to bristle. Stacie had had enough though. She opened the passenger side door to one of the black vans. "We don't have time for this. Theo's in the back. Let's GO!"
Jesse and Lily start for the van, each saying, "I'll drive."
Lily gives Jesse a look, and pulls out the car keys. "Yeah, right. You're in the back with Theo."
The look on Jesse's face suggested he was about to argue, but Stacie wasn't having any of it. "Get in the back Jesse, or don't come; your choice." With that she slammed her door shut.
With a triumphant smirk, Lily jumped into the driver's seat and immediately started the van. Jesse was forced to jump into the back of a moving vehicle, as Lily didn't wait. With a curse he struggled to get the back door closed, but finally managed. There was another curse as he slammed his hand against one side of the van to keep from falling as the van took a sharp turn too fast. As they raced along, he was sure some of the turns and swerves the van took were solely done to toss him about, prior to him finding a seat
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
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Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
Forever is our today…
Crack!
"Ow! Fuck that hurt!" Shouted Beca as she rubbed at her left butt cheek. Even through her black jeans, the touch of Kommissar's whip had bite.
"That? That was nothing, tiny Maus," said Eerika as she sat in her chair. Another human thrall walked in carrying a golden tray with a crystal chalice. This time it was a young man with neatly trimmed black hair. He was dressed in gold color speedos, and looked like he was a competitive bodybuilder. The blonde vampire smiled, she could smell the fresh blood, and she knew the near nudity of her slaves, made the tiny brunette uncomfortable. "This is something," she said, and suddenly the whip shot out. The crystal chalice simply exploded, causing the man holding it to cry in pain from some of the shards hitting his face, arm, and shoulder.
"Dummkopf! Bring me another!" The man bowed and hurried out, but not before feeling the sting of the whip on his back.
"What the fuck? What is wrong with you?" Beca couldn't help herself now. She had gone full snark, and there wasn't any turning back. "Why would you do that?"
For her part, Kommissar seemed to enjoy it. With a nonchalant shrug, she simply replied, "Because I can." The whip lashed out again, catching Beca on the left hip and stinging her left butt cheek. Even as she yelped in pain, she knew from the demonstration it could be worse; a lot worse.
"And that's why my ass needed another bruise?" Beca was still rubbing the spot.
"Nein, maus, that was because I grew tired of your melancholy song. I want something more upbeat," Kommissar answered. She then lifted her whip. "But I also wanted to remind you who owns that sexy ass now."
"You're a sexy ass! Damn, I've got to stop that," Beca huffed. Beca thought for a second, she could feel Chloe coming, which filled her with hope, even though she knew the redhead was a prisoner like her. Something about them being close just gave her hope; and with that a new song came to mind. With a small smile she began to sing.
No, I can't stay here longer
You cannot make me cry
So I will leave you to wonder
What will become of our lives
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The bite of pain Beca felt makes Chloe bite her lower lip. She isn't surprised that Beca has felt pain, she's actually been surprised at the lack of pain. Eerika was always one who took pleasure in the pain of others. Still the sharp pain is a promise of more to come.
Yet as the van continues to carry them ever closer towards the castle, and the Kommissar, Chloe is surprised by the hope she feels from Beca, and though she knows it's irrational, it gives her strength.
Chloe Beale has always been a glass half full type of person, always looking for the silver lining. She can't help but hold out hope for them. That Beca still has hope means something to her; no matter how faint.
Chloe looked over to Aubrey, and is surprised to see her smiling. She arched an eyebrow, and asked, "What?"
Aubrey is staring so hard at the side of the van; Chloe begins to wonder if Aubrey has a plan to bore a hole through the side with her stare alone. Without turning her head, Aubrey answered, "Stacie." Her smile grows. "She survived. And she's coming!"
I'll swallow hard, fall apart
Break and bleed but you won't see
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"I like the lyrics, mean maus, but what is this melancholy bullshit?"
Beca ignored her. It's one of the songs she wrote in high school, during a dark period of her life. It was never released, too dark said the executives at the label, but she had kept it in her library in her head. It helped her channel the darkness away. She needs that now. So, she just continues to sing.
Tears won't fall
While pride stands tall
Maybe they can't be heard or seen
But tears aren't quiet things
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"Faster! Can't you make this go faster?!"
Lily ignored Stacie. She understood what the taller woman was going through, but honestly, she couldn't go any faster. They had just emerged from the forest road and were actually ahead of where the convoy was. Centuries of being with Aubrey and Chloe had allowed Lily to gain a bond, and she too could sense them. She was sure it wasn't as strong as what Stacie could feel with Aubrey, or Beca and Chloe, but it was enough to know that the convoy of three vehicles coming towards the same intersection as them held the two.
"Jesse, are you buckled in?"
"Yeah! No thanks to you!"
"Are you and Theo on the right side?"
"Umm, yeah; uhh, why?"
Lily smirked. "Because then you might survive." She nodded to Stacie; silently hoping she would understand. Stacie could see the basics of the plan, and nodded, bracing herself.
"Ready yourselves," Lily whispered.
Aubrey and Chloe's heads shot up, and they looked at each other and smiled. "Lily." They then followed Lily's instruction, and readies themselves for what was about to come.
Luck was on Lily's side. The lead vehicle was already through the tight intersection, the second, the van with Aubrey and Chloe, had just entered. Neither vehicle saw Lily's van, as it was black, and running without lights. Lily had the gas pedal down to the floor, and entered the intersection just ahead of the second vehicle. She cranked the steering wheel hard to the right, and the van immediately began to tilt into the turn. It would have flipped over, except the back end swung about and caught the other black van like a club. The side of the van crumpled as it caught the other right at the front passenger door. The commando like minion in the passenger seat was instantly pulverized into the driver; neither made it.
They scream
They scream
They scream
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Aubrey's words barely registered with Chloe before she is tossed against the restraints holding her in place. Both she and Aubrey had been doubly strapped in, to ensure neither could escape, or harm anyone. It served them well as they were spared being tossed about, as an explosion seemed to tear into the front of the van. The same could not be said for the three guards with them, who had not been wearing seatbelts.
One was dead on impact, his head going full force into the wall of the van. The second had the misfortune of landing on Aubrey, who though a bit dazed from her head hitting the wall behind her, had the wherewithal to extend her fangs and latch onto his neck.
The third fell in front of Chloe, who was the least affected by the crash. She immediately began kicking and stomping the guard. The heel of her boots caught him repeatedly in the head, each with enough force that he wouldn't get up, yet she continued, just to make sure.
Though my throat is on fire
My eyes will be liars
And they'll try to stay drier
Until you turn away
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"Jesus Christ! What the FUCK was THAT!"
"Us, improvising, asshole," replied Stacie, as she moved gingerly. The other van had taken the brunt of the collision, but still it had been a rough way to bring their van to a stop. One hundred plus to zero in an instant was always going to be a bit hard. From the side mirror she could see the other van, it seemed to be missing the front cab. She winced, but she could sense Aubrey, that she was well, and getting stronger. "I'm going for Aubrey," she told Lily.
The Korean woman looked through the cracked windshield at the black BMW, that had come to a stop, just ahead. "I will take care of the front car."
As they began to move, Jesse called out. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Get out here, and take care of the trail vehicle," ordered Lily, as she pulled out her favorite Katana sword, and started to run towards the BMW that was rapidly backing towards them.
"And make it fast!" Shouted Stacie as she used her newfound strength to rip open one of the side doors to their van, so Jesse could get out. She couldn't believe the strength she now possesses.
Having witnessed the display of strength, Jesse swallowed and just said "Okay."
I'll swallow hard, fall apart
Break and bleed but you won't see
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"Mein Gott! These lyrics! Do you not know any happy songs? You know something like Taylor Swift or Ace of Base?"
Beca just smirked and continued.
Tears will fall, I hear them all
They scream
(Scream, they scream)
They scream (Oh, oh)
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Lily raced towards the BMW, even as it was backing towards her. The driver must have thought that he would be able to run her over, though it was a foolish attempt. She easily jumped out of the way of the car, though she did leave her Katana dragging, so it gouged the side of the car. She left a huge scratch down the length of the car.
The BMW immediately stopped, and Pieter jumped from the car. "Are you INSANE?! Do you know how much it will be to fix that? This is a BMW NAZCA C2! It is a work of ART!"
Lily only smirked.
Enraged, Pieter leapt for her.
They scream
They scream
They scream
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"Chloe, I think he's dead," said Aubrey, as she indicated the guard the redhead had been kicking, even as she tried to nudge the husk of the now drained guard off of her.
Chloe gave the third guard one more kick, just to be a hundred percent positive. The body gave no indication of life, and she let out a sigh. Chloe took no satisfaction from that. The man was most likely a slave, like she had once been, but she and Aubrey had to continue to fight.
She braced herself for what would happen when the rest of the guards came, which wouldn't be long, as she heard the two back doors to the van open with a wrenching sound of metal being torn.
She was shocked to see Stacie leap into the van. The tall brunette ignored everything in the van, save for Aubrey. She was instantly next to the bound blonde, and capturing her lips with her own.
"Oh, God, Brey! I was so worried!"
Chloe was so happy for her best friend. Being reunited with your soulmate is like no other feeling. She wishes it were under better circumstances, but this would do. Though she would need to ask Stacie to free them in another minute.
Movement at the back of the van caught Chloe's attention. Two of the black clad minions were there with sub machine guns pointing right at them. Aubrey and Stacie noticed, too, and Stacie immediately put her body in between the shooters and Aubrey.
Chloe saw the twitch of their trigger fingers, and braced for the pain as shots rang out. She squeezed her eyes shut. Not wanting to watch them die. The shots were so loud in the van; the silence that came next was nearly as deafening.
Slowly Chloe opened her eyes and noticed that neither she, nor Aubrey or Stacie had been shot. The black clad men were gone. From the corner of her eye she saw Jesse walk out, holding a smoking gun. He looked into the van with a satisfied smirk.
His eyes met Chloe's, and each froze. Jesse's demeanor changed just slightly, and Chloe thought she saw his gun start to move towards her. She will never know for certain, because suddenly Jesse felt a bloody blade touch the bottom of his jaw.
Standing to his side, Katana outstretched to his throat, was Lily. Jesse couldn't help noticing that the sword she was holding had recently been used. Lily looked at him, and shook her head.
Chloe couldn't help but smile as he put his gun away.
Not so silent and innocent
Acid rain from your fingerprints
Echoes, rivers of loneliness
Hitting the walls of my heart
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They scream
Not so silent and innocent
Acid rain from your fingerprints
They scream
Echoes, rivers of loneliness
Hitting the walls of my heart
Beca could tell something was changing. Something for the better. She just needed to hold on. She just needed to resist.
They scream
They scream
They…
Crack!
"FUCK! SHIT! That Fucking HURT!"
"I wanted to hear you scream," Kommissar said with a shrug.
Beca took a deep breath. She refused to rub the spot, this time Kommissar had managed to have the whip lash across her whole butt. The vampire did seem to have a lot of skill with it. Undoubtedly from years of practice. This should have scared Beca; filled her with fear. Yet, something she was getting from Chloe dispelled all fear. So, she started singing again, unasked. If only to distract Kommissar.
You shout it out
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up
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I'm bulletproof nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall, I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium, I am titanium, I am titanium, I am titanium
"What now?"
Chloe, Aubrey, Stacie, and Lily all look at him as if he's an idiot. They answer as one.
"We get Beca."
Cut me down
But it's you who has further to fall
Ghost town, haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm bulletproof nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium, I am titanium
Stone-hard, machine gun
Firing at the ones who run
Stone-hard, thus bulletproof glass
You shoot me down but I won't fall, I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall, I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall, I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall, I am titanium
I am titanium
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A/N: Just had to end with that song.
Songs used in this chapter:
'Who Wants to Live Forever?' by Queen
'Scream' by Sergey Lazarev
'Titanium' by David Guetta (Sung by Sia)