(Chapter 9: A day with House Dimitrescu, Heisenberg attacked!)
Night had come to pass, and House Dimitrescu got decent rest while Ryan struggled to stay awake as he tried to watch over them for the night. His restless eyes could bear no more at the crack of dawn, when Lady Dimitrescu finally awoke, her daughters resting comfortably by the fire cuddled with each other.
The countess approached Ryan Miles, who stood in the doorway of her bedchambers. His eyes were droopy, threatening to simply shut and his body would collapse to the ground from the lack of rest, and sleep. He would feel the countess gently place her gloved hand on his shoulder, he slowly turned his head to face hers, looking up into her golden eyes.
"You served us well, but I think it is time for much needed rest. Feel free to sleep on the floor by the fire, my Bela will make you some breakfast if you so desire." Alcina said gently, Ryan nodded his head, and slowly headed towards the fire. As tired as he was, the ex-marine could fall asleep in any given position.
Within minutes, the tired man was out cold in a deep slumber. Lady Dimitrescu took care of business by removing all the fortifications that she had placed up near the doors and windows that could lead to the outside of the castle, thankfully there were no more intruders or assassins trying to break in. Following this, she would enter her bedchambers once again.
"Rise and shine, daughters." The countess said sweetly, each one of them waking up one after another with stretches and yawns.
"Good morning mother." Bela said as she rubbed her yellow eyes, standing up on her feet, her sisters doing the same. The blonde daughter looked over to see Ryan Miles sleeping on his side while laying on the floor close to the fireplace, his body receiving comforting warmth from the controlled flames.
"Good morning, my Bela. As well as you, Cassandra, and Daniela. The man-thing protected us through the night, so I think it is in our best interest if we re-pay him for his services." She announced, the daughters didn't seem to be so appreciative, the only one who cracked some sort of smile was Daniela, a slight grin was seen on her face as she briefly took a glimpse at him as he slept.
"How so?" Bela asked.
"When you prepare our meal this morning, make something for him to eat." Lady D explained to her oldest daughter.
"He shouldn't have the same luxuries that we have here? He shouldn't eat what we eat!" Bela protested.
"Now now, my Bela. I didn't say he should have the meals we have, feed him some porridge, and some hardened bread. He needs his strength, but he also needs to know his place in this castle." The countess replied, Bela chuckled at this deviously before smirking down towards Ryan.
"As you wish, mother." The blonde daughter said as they all proceeded to leave the bedchambers all the while the ex-marine continued to snooze on the ground.
When Ryan woke up, he found himself not in the bedchambers of Lady Dimitrescu, instead, he was laying on a soft patch of grass in the comfortable shade of a tree. He slowly looked up as sunlight was visible on the ground beyond the shade, casting the shadows of the other trees on the ground. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that he was in the park close to his childhood home back in Pensacola, he was no longer over the seas in the mountains of Romania.
How long he had been resting in the shade he couldn't have known, but he rose to his feet, and dusted himself off. As he looked around town, things didn't seem right. When he looked at the buildings, and houses of the town, they didn't feel real for some unknown reason, as if they were some type of life sized replica.
Ryan walked up to one of the trees, and placed his hand on it, it didn't feel like the rough, hard texture of tree bark. The tree felt like metal...
When he felt the leaves, he noticed that they were rubbery in texture like a fake Christmas tree. Now he began to question all of his surroundings, he kneeled down, brushing his hand through the grass, or what he thought was grass at that matter. It wasn't real, natural occurring grass or herbs, instead it was astro-turf, like those you used to see on football fields.
It was strangely quiet, too quiet. There was no sounds of birds chirping, no inner city traffic that could usually be heard nearby. He couldn't hear the neighborhood kids playing around, either shooting basketball, there was no traffic at all either. Strangely enough, the sky seemed mostly normal...except for the black clouds that replaced the white ones.
The only thing that seemed to be real was the fountain in the park, but it felt out of place compared to every other building wherever he was at the moment. He curiously approached one of the brick houses, placing his hands on the wall, his assumptions were proven correct. The brick building wasn't made out of legitimate bricks, it felt like plastic instead of the rough, solid texture of a true brick wall. Where was he?
The ex-marine strolled down the street, the cars looked real but as he examined them further, he noticed that they were merely large sized models of the real vehicles. They couldn't even be started, all for show.
Eventually he would come across his childhood home, the home he was forced out of when he was a teen. He shook his head in disbelief as he touched what was supposed to be the lining of the house on the outside, all plastic. The brick foundation, plastic. The concrete driveway, nothing but a vinyl mat imbedded into the ground.
When he entered his front door, he noticed the smell of bacon cooking. The same aroma that woke him from his slumber several years ago on that fateful day where his whole life would change, and send him on a journey he would have never anticipated.
The aroma of bacon frying wasn't the only scent though...
Upon entering the kitchen, another smell would rush into his nostrils, and it wasn't a pleasant one at all. It smelled of rotting flesh, so putrid that he wanted to vomit. His mother was seen standing by the stove, but she seemed stiff as a board, as if she was entranced. Her skin wasn't the normal tan color, instead it was a nasty looking yellow. Dark splotches of decay were all over the place where he could see skin. Flies were also buzzing around her.
"I've made you bacon, honey." His mother said, her voice sounded normal, but everything was off putting. Everything was still dead silent, Ryan slowly approached her. His footsteps being heard on the plastic flooring of the kitchen within the fake two story house.
When the ex-marine was standing directly behind her, she suddenly turned around. Her face was shriveled up, wrinkled, spots of rot were all over her face. Maggots squirming around within her mouth, and some falling out of her nostrils. Her eyes had a far away stare in them, looking blankly at her own son.
"I hope you like it." She would continue, but now her voice had changed. It was freakishly hoarse, and guttural. Her breathing sounded like a rattle, popping sounds heard from within her chest.
"What the fuck?!" Ryan screamed in horror as he stumbled back, it was as if her mother had died recently, and somebody was controlling her corpse in which was only now starting to decompose.
"How about I give you something to drink as well?" The zombified version of Scarlett Miles asked, Ryan shook his head in terror with his eyes wide from the shock. His lips trembling as he inched backwards while sitting on his ass.
Suddenly, a cut was pulled open on her neck by some unseen force, blood began to freely flow out from her throat at an alarming rate. Her entire torso was soaked in the crimson fluids, drenching the old, ripping clothes she had on. The corpse then fell over, the frying pan hitting the floor, her head striking the corner of the cabinet. As a result of the fall, the head came rolling off towards him...
"You've failed us, sunshine. You've fucking failed us!" The head screamed, the ghoulish voice of his mother was now replaced by Barlow's!
It wasn't just Barlow's voice that he had heard, as Ryan stood back up to his feet, a voice with an English accent began to speak.
"You've proven yourself to be too soft." The voice said aggressively, the ex-marine turned around to see the zombified corpse of Dan walking into the living room from the hallway, what was strange about his body though, was that his arms were stiff and stretched out to his sides, his legs being close together as if he was either crucified or a scarecrow.
"What the fuck happened to you?! What the hell has changed?!" The voice of Malosi was heard, Ryan looked towards the stairs to see his body in a similar position of Dan's, standing like a T-pose, arms stiff, and outstretched to the side. His body was decaying, his eyes had that same blank, and far away stare to them.
"I've got to get the hell out of here..." Ryan said to himself as he rushed towards the front door, but when it swung open, all he saw at his front was a brick wall that had strange black gunk all over it. When he turned back around, to try and find another way out. The decomposing body of Moises was standing before him, in a same T-pose like Dan and Malosi were, his dark skin was rotting, his eyes ever devoid of the soul as they too had a dead stare in them. His body had leaned forward, so far forward that even the ex-marine was shocked that he wasn't falling, he screamed in terror as he didn't expect to see him there either!
"YOU'VE GOT TO SAVE YOURSELF!" Moises screamed at the top of his lungs, all while not showing any sorts of emotion at all on his face.
"YOU'VE GOT TO SAVE YOURSELF!" The African man would continue, albeit faster this time.
"YOU'VEGOTTOSAVEYOURSELF!" All the voices would start to repeat in unison, not pausing between words, just screaming them at the top of their lungs in quick succession. Their bodies shifting closer towards Ryan...
"I WILL!" Ryan screamed in unfathomable amounts of terror, when he tried to move his body, he felt an ice cold sensation overtake him, he was paralyzed.
"I fucking will!" The ex-marine cried out once again as the decomposing bodies all began to loom over him, consistently screaming that he had to save himself. Now the laughter of the Dimitrescu daughters were also heard, but their bodies weren't seen. A mixture of laughter, and enraged voices screaming at him was what it took to drive him over the edge.
"FUUUUUCK!" Ryan screamed.
Ryan's screaming would continue as his body would jolt awake from this horrible dream, his entire bulky frame being drenched in sweat as he squirmed back against the wall. His heart racing within his chest, finally moving around his arms to get the numb feeling out of them.
His eyes shifted to the doorway to see Bela standing in it, holding a wooden bowl in her hands, and a piece of what appeared to be bread in the other. She was looking at him like he was crazy, but her stunned expression turned into a grin, followed by laughter.
"My oh my, you were squirming like a worm!" The blonde exclaimed during her laughter fit, Ryan, still stunned by whatever the hell had just happened in his dream was too shaken up to get angry at her laughter, he rubbed some sweat from his brow, and let out a sigh of relief.
"It's only a dream, only a dream." He repeated to himself twice as Bela approached him.
"Mother was generous enough to give me the order to prepare a meal for you, it's porridge and bread. I hope you enjoy." She said, her voice smug with a dirty grin on her black painted lips. Ryan took the bowl of porridge into his hands, and he placed the bread in his lap. His eyes narrowed as he looked up at the blonde daughter of Lady Dimitrescu.
"This doesn't have any of your fucking nails in it, does it? Because if I find out that you're trying to feed me them, so help me God I'll...I'll..." Ryan began, but was cut off by Bela.
"You won't do anything, I'll slice your head off." She said sternly, her facial expression turning from a smug grin to a cold stare.
"I'll..." Ryan growled, too angry to even speak now, but too overwhelmed by his bad dream to fight.
"I will slice your head off, like I will slice it clean off...don't tempt me." She said, her voice as serious at it could get, having a hateful look within her yellow eyes now.
"Answer my question, does it have your fucking nails in it. Or not?!" Ryan barked aggressively, Bela growled viciously as she lunged forward. Slamming his head against the wall as she pulled out her sickle, cocking her arm back.
"Wish fucking granted!" The blonde screamed as she brought it towards his throat only to have him catch the curved blade of the sickle into both of his hands. He growled with effort as he began to hold it back from it piercing his neck.
Due to Bela's superhuman capabilities, she was stronger than the ex-marine who was already in a weakened state enough. He felt the ice cold tip of the sickle start to touch the front of his neck, he let out a scream of terror as he knew his strength wouldn't be enough to protect him...
"BELA, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Screamed Lady Dimitrescu as she barged into the room to see her daughter trying to end the life of the soldier.
"He has shown me nothing but disrespect, perhaps I shall spill his blood, and teach him a lesson or two!" Bela screamed cruelly.
She was distracted long enough for Ryan to swiftly roll away from her oncoming attack, the sickle slamming into the wall, the tip of it putting a tiny pin point hole in it, becoming wider as she forcefully tore it out!
"You need to calm the hell down!" Ryan screamed as he stumbled out of control into the large oak table that sat beside of Lady Dimitrescu's four posted bed, hurting his lower back in the process.
"Ryan, is it true that you shown her disrespectful manners while she was trying to serve you food? I was kind enough to give her the order to make you a small meal, don't make me regret being so generous to you..." The countess said, her voice sounding soft but threatening all the same.
"You don't feed me nearly enough, bread and porridge isn't going to fill me up." Ryan growled, Lady Dimitrescu raised an eyebrow.
"We are kind enough to give you enough to prevent you from starving, and now you say it isn't enough? My daughter takes time out of her day to prepare you a meal, and you give her nothing but your foul tongue?!" The countess screamed loudly, filled with fury as she began to stomp towards Ryan who didn't seem to be backing down this time around despite getting mauled by her yesterday.
"You all don't have a fucking clue!" Ryan screamed in retaliation only for the leathery gloved hand of Lady Dimitrescu to forcefully snag him by the neck, effortlessly lifting him up against the bed post, strangling him. Her grip was immense, all it took to completely crush his windpipe was one forceful squeeze. He helplessly pried at her hand, but it didn't budge, and he gagged, and coughed while struggling.
"You ungrateful, selfish fool! You will be thankful for the very little give you. If you want our respect, then it must be earned! You will learn how things work in House Dimitrescu!" The countess boomed, her voice like thunder that shook the whole room, sending a shiver of fear down Ryan's spine as she retracted her claws as an intimidation display.
"Okay...okay...I understand." Ryan moaned before Lady Dimitrescu released her iron grip on his throat, his body coming crashing down to the floor with a loud thud. Bela approached him again with the bowl of porridge, and the bread.
"Now take your food, and eat it! Bela made it for you, don't make her regret it!" The countess continued, the ex-marine reluctantly took the food from Bela, and began to chow down on the porridge obediently. The blonde snickered coldly as she saw him shaking with fear.
"Look at him, he's petrified..." The oldest daughter sneered.
"It serves him right, he shall learn one way or another." Lady D spoke with disdain in her voice, the two would proceed to leave the room, leaving Ryan another broken, terrified mess as he sat on his ass eating his food like a humbled dog.
It wouldn't take long for Ryan to finish his provisions before getting back up, shaking his head to get rid of the sleepy feeling that was still lingering over him. He didn't know how long he had slept, probably thirty minutes at most was his best guess. Another day, another tiresome day in the castle filled with women that still weren't perfect with him as their guest.
When he left the bedchambers, and entered out into the Hall of the Four, he would make his way up the stairs and continue up into the second floor of the castle. His aim was to apologize to Bela for snapping at her earlier due to his irritation being at an all time high, part of it was because of his lack of sleep, another part is that he just wanted peace, and he couldn't have it.
As he searched, he would end up hearing the sounds of a piano playing from somewhere down the hall. The ex-marine wandered closer to the source of the noise, and he would result in looking down into the Opera Hall.
Bela was sitting at a piano, peacefully playing on it. Not only was a piano in the Opera Hall, but there too sat a stage with a large curtain draped over it, who knows what could potentially be behind it.
He leaned against the guardrail as he watched Bela play in secret, a slight smile spreading across his lips. The other daughters didn't seem to be around at the moment, only the blonde was. Bela appeared to be humming the notes as she played, it sounded like something Beethoven would produce. Ryan couldn't known who it was, he didn't have much knowledge of the classical music of the days where it was mostly just instrumentals like Beethoven and Mozart.
She would continue playing the piano with great skill for another five minutes or so before finishing, it was then that Ryan decided to slowly clap for her, it was more playful than anything, as he wanted to lighten the mood.
"Bravo!" He exclaimed, catching the blonde's attention as she turned her head to face him with a smug look on her face.
"Didn't expect to see you here, I thought you would still be cowering in fear over my mother." She said, obviously to taunt him as the grin never faded from her face. Ryan sighed as he began to make his way down the stairs towards her who watched him curiously.
"I did feel a bit intimidated by your mother, I thought I was on death's door yet again for those moments." The ex-marine replied, hearing Bela snicker at this quietly.
"A bit?" Bela asked before chuckling. "Oh please."
"Well I have warmed up to her some now that I've been here for a longer time than most men probably live here." Ryan said with a nervous laugh, approaching the oldest daughter of Lady Dimitrescu now.
"You're lucky that you've lived this long, we could have killed you the moment you entered, but we like to play with our food around here." The eldest daughter said deviously with a hint of seduction in her voice as well.
"I've become aware of such things." Ryan said with some sweat beading on his forehead, his voice filled with nervousness.
"So, why are you here with me?" Bela asked, getting straight to the point.
"I-I..." Ryan went to speak, but just couldn't find his words. Bela placed a hand on her hips with her smug look not leaving her face.
"Come on, Ryan...Spit it out." She said in a sing song styled voice.
"I want to say sorry for the way I just...snapped at you when you offered me food. Where have my manners gone?" Ryan apologized, his voice trembling, yet not stuttering.
It seemed that Bela's smug grin had shifted into a light hearted smile but only for a matter of a second before it went back to a grin upon hearing Ryan ask himself about his manners.
"I don't think you have any manners." The blonde giggled, causing Ryan to blush further than he already was.
"Oh whatever..." Ryan chuckled along with Bela, who still had her hands on her hips as she examined him.
"Once again though, I'm sorry for the way I acted. I just haven't found peace yet with all that is happening, I haven't gotten good sleep at all since I've been in this castle. It's been overwhelming for me." The ex-marine explained, to which the blonde daughter understood completely.
Bela would then snicker as she strutted up towards him, a smirk on her face as she got in real close to his face, eye to eye almost...
"Well, consider yourself lucky that you haven't been killed yet..." She began before suddenly planting a kiss on his forehead! His eyes shot up in shock, but his shock was almost instantly overtaken by agony when the blonde rammed her knee into his groin, causing him to yelp in pain, and collapse to his side while clutching his aching balls.
"Wh-why?!" Ryan wailed in pain as he kicked his legs on the ground all while Bela was laughing as she loomed over him.
"See you around, sweet thing." She cooed before walking away, continuing to chuckle to herself after swaying the ex-marine with seduction before nailing him in the gonads.
Heisenberg sat within his office at the large industrial factory somewhere a ways away from the castle, once again gazing upon the map of the village. He still pondered what the blacked out portion of the map was, and it was strictly prohibited to know what it was, according to Mother Miranda that is.
What was she hiding there that she didn't want the other lords of the village to see? Some sort of weapon? Another lord of the village? Or was it something so out of the ordinary that Heisenberg couldn't even begin to comprehend what it was?
All of those thoughts ran through his mind, he shook his head in disbelief at all of the questions he had in his head.
"What is that bitch hiding?" He asked himself through gritted teeth, his gloved hands tracking the battle formations that he had scribbled onto the map. As it turned out, the magnet of a man was hiding secrets of his own that he kept from the other lords, and from his superior herself as well.
On the outside, it seemed that this factory was nothing more than an industrial mill. However, that couldn't be any further from the truth. For beneath the ground, the factory would expand into something more massive than what was revealed on the surface. The soldat factory.
Ever since Heisenberg's obsession with hating Mother Miranda began, he had been making an army of his own known as the soldat army. The soldats were abominations of flesh and metal, all of them having been killed and reanimated to his liking. Some of the soldats stood more bulky, and massive than the others. Some of them had their own independent tasks to perform, but all of them could attack in some shape or form.
On the map was four rectangles that were in a flanking position around the blacked out mass on the map, his plan was to infiltrate this mysterious location, and expose what Mother Miranda had been hiding from everyone else that blindly trusted her.
"Whatever it is, she won't be able to stop what is coming..." Heisenberg growled as he continued to talk to himself, having a vision of Mother Miranda's head being impaled on a pike, and Castle Dimitrescu up in flames as he stood over them all triumphant.
The thought of that brought a smile to his face, hell, it even made him chuckle some to himself. His moment was cut short when a voice spoke from behind him.
"You know too much, Heisenberg." The voice said, causing him to turn around to examine what the voice belonged to.
Standing there was a man clad in a black tactical vest, black pants, boots, and all other sorts of military grade gear on display. He was a tall man, around 6'8 and he was as huge as he was tall, weighing around three hundred and eighty five pounds! Wrapped around one of his thick, beefy arms was a black armband with a red emblem on it.
"Excuse me, who the hell are you?!" Heisenberg shouted aggressively as he stood up from his chair. Removing his black circular glasses to put them down on the table next to him as he stared down this strange intruder.
"My name shouldn't matter." The man said, his voice having a Southern US accent to it, and it was filled with bass to fit his huge body.
"Yes it fucking does!" Heisenberg thundered as he outstretched his arm, his gloved hand opening up as a piece of scrap metal began to levitate from the floor, with a flick of his wrist, the scrap metal went flying towards the large man, but all he had to do was dodge it.
"Shit." The magnetic man cussed under his breath as the large man began to barrel towards him at full speed!
Now it was his turn to dodge, jumping to the side, allowing the large man to smash into the wall with a loud bang that rattled the entire room. Heisenberg took a few steps back to see that the massive man was stunned but he knew it would only be for a brief amount of time. Without further hesitation, Heisenberg stretched out his arm towards the trap door that would lead down into the factory. He bared his teeth as he used his magnetic powers to rip the large metal door from the floor, and hurl it towards the man!
Heisenberg would be shocked as he saw the man punch right through it with a loud scream, the entire table shattering to tiny pieces with a single punch. The magnetic man was bewildered at this, but he wouldn't surrender just yet. As he outstretched his arm again, his trusty hammer came flying into his grasp.
"Let's see how you handle this, you big bastard!" Heisenberg barked before charging towards the monster of a man, he would be stopped in his tracks when the stranger would easily hoist up an office chair that was at the desk, and launch it towards him with ease!
The impact of the office chair slamming into Heisenberg was hard enough for him to drop his hammer, and fall to the ground. The large man rushed forwards, ready to stomp down on the magnetic man's head to crush his skull but the lord of the village moved out of the way at the last second. The force of the stomp damn near putting a hole in the floor much to Heisenberg's surprise.
It became evident that this stranger had way too much strength, even for a man as big as he was, a stomp shouldn't be able to dent the floor to the point where it began to crack, and he shouldn't have been able to turn a large heavy trap door into nothing but tiny fragments with a single punch. Something was up, and Heisenberg began to ponder what else this guy had that he didn't know.
Heisenberg used his telepathic powers to swing his hammer towards the side of the man's head as hard as he could, and with a sickening noise of flesh against rusty metal, the man's head was jerked to the side with a loud snap being heard from his neck, the large man was now dead due to a snapped neck, his body twitching on the ground.
The magnetic man stood back up, dusting himself off when he heard the chuckles of other men behind him. His right eye twitched as he was starting to become furious at what was going on.
"Where are you fuckers coming from?!" He screamed furiously as he saw two more men dressed in the same clothing that the large man had on, but the sizes of them varied, one of them seemed more lean than the other one who appeared much more bulky, and slightly taller.
Without a second thought, the man of steel used his magnetic powers to take a knife, and hurl it straight into the chest of one of those men. Blood began to pour freely from the hole that had been placed in his chest, and he would collapse seconds later with a look of shock displayed on his face.
A black mist began to materialize within the room, and as Heisenberg used his telepathy to hurl his hammer towards the second assassin, it suddenly went into the mist, and vanished into thin air!
"What the?!" He screamed in confusion as the assassin began to run towards him, the magnetic man curled his hands into fists, ready to fight with them if he needed to. As it turned out, the charge was only a distraction, for Heisenberg didn't see another black mist forming behind him, which his hammer shot forth from, colliding into the center of his back!
The impact his hammer had on him was enough to drive the air out of his lungs, and force him to collapse to all fours with a loud grunt of pain, and surprise. Heisenberg let out a cough as he was slow to get up, but he wouldn't be able to. The man didn't see the assassin coming in with a massive stomp to the back of his head, flooring him into the ground to knock him out cold.
The assassin would proceed to vanish into thin air after heading into the black mist, de-materializing out of the factory, leaving the magnetic man to lay there on the cold floor of this office styled room.
Back at Castle Dimitrescu, Ryan had since gotten back up from the ground following a swift knee to the balls from Bela. Now the ex-marine was wandering around the castle, something that he really didn't have the permission to do yet, but he felt free enough, so he did as such. He made sure that he didn't get noticed by Lady Dimitrescu or the daughters as he searched through the castle, trying to find another room that would perhaps fit him.
Ryan would eventually find himself within the armory. The place had boxes of fake and real weaponry. The room also contained armor stands which were basically used as dummies, and nothing more. Cassandra liked to spar with her sisters down here, and if she had a chance to, torture men here for her sadistic pleasure. She was highly skilled and knew how to kick some major ass when she wanted to. No one could touch her in terms of her combat prowess.
As Ryan looked down upon a box of fake and real swords, he got a sudden instinct to pick the sword up, and to kill the inhabitants of House Dimitrescu. He could see himself slitting the throat of Cassandra, driving the blade into the heart of Lady Dimitrescu, and slicing the head off of Bela, as well as gutting Daniela. All of these visions simultaneously flashed in his vision as he blankly stared down at the box.
The ex-marine knew how to fight with swords, and other melee weapons, but he wasn't a skilled expert per se. Ryan was skilled with guns, bombs, and other sorts of machinery. He figured that he could practice his skills now on the dummy, something he can relieve his stress on.
Picking up a wooden sword out of the crate, he held it in his hands for a moment, and it is then that a grin came to his face. A look of pure satisfaction having been spread across his lips. Ever since he had entered the castle, he had been virtually stripped of his weaponry. It felt good to finally hold a weapon in his hands yet again, after a moment of bliss, he turned towards the dummy and took a swing!
The wooden replica of the sword made a long clanging noise upon impact with the knight armor in which was placed on the stand, the ex-marine let out a chuckle as he took his sword up and hacked it down to the head, another loud clang was emitted from the armor as the head rattled.
A satisfied Ryan Miles would nod his head in approval and would slash at the chest in which the armor would once again rattle with a loud clanging noise that reverberated within the armory. Cool air blew in through a small crack in the stone wall, it could be blown open with a pipe bomb which was laying over on a table.
"What are you doing down here, hmm?" A playful yet devious voice asked from the doorway leading into the room, Ryan turned to see that it was none other than Cassandra. He didn't know how long she had been standing there, the brunette having a smug grin on her face but it also seemed somewhat unsettling.
"Practicing, it's been a while since I held a weapon in my hands." Ryan said, his eyes narrowing upon seeing Cassandra standing there in the doorway, the man hadn't really had a chance to speak with each of the daughters one on one, he only spoke with Bela for a small amount of time, the ex-marine didn't get a chance to speak with Cassandra or Daniela.
The eyes of the middle child narrowed deviously as she smiled with only evil intentions within them, her black-painted lips spreading apart as she had something on her mind. A playful hum came from within her before she spoke.
"Oh yes, it's been a while since I had a chance to spar with somebody as well," Cassandra said with a smug voice, starting to skip towards him with her tongue licking her lips, her eyes locked on a weapon within the crate.
"Say, man-thing. Would you be interested in sparring with me?" The brunette cooed as she asked Ryan if he wanted to spar with her, knowing how these daughters worked somewhat, he was initially hesitant at saying yes.
"I am not for sure. I still think I need to practice some before I even think of sparring." Ryan said with a nervous-looking smile as he scratched the back of his head prior to taking another swing at the dummy which made another loud clanging noise upon impact with his wooden replica.
"Aww, don't wanna face little old me? It's just me, Cassie. Nobody else, big boy..." Cassandra cooed softly, gently rubbing her gloved hands down his sides as she stared deeply into his eyes. Her voice seemingly having an echo effect to it, causing Ryan to keep his eyes glued onto the yellow eyes of the brunette.
"I can tell you're a fighter, man-thing. I can see it in your eyes, you've fought tooth and nail to even survive for a decade to my knowledge. Surviving against the lycans, bleeding, having your body broken in many more ways than one..." The middle child continued, her head swaying from side to side ever so slowly...
Everything around Cassandra seemed to be blurring out, her voice having even more of an echo effect, the tone of her voice now sounding soft and seductive. Her right eye appearing to be lazy or twitching while the other one was open wide, showcasing her psychotic smile.
"I've sparred with my sisters before, man-thing. I've also hunted every beast you can imagine in the wilderness, out in the cold, brutal weather. I've killed them all with ease, while you struggled. What does that tell you?" She continued.
Ryan started to feel calm and began to trust Cassandra, having some sort of longing for her. His hazel eyes had a faraway stare in them, but his mouth had a slight smile starting to spread as he began to fall under the hypnosis of the sadist.
"I don't stand a chance..." Ryan said, almost on command as he heard Cassandra tell him about how she slew many beasts in the wild outside of the castle, the brunette was a skilled hunter, and it was something that she greatly enjoyed. Cassandra particularly enjoyed hunting deer within the spring months, but she also hunted much more than just deer...
"Good boy, my friend...good boy. Imagine what fate would await you had you challenged me in a real duel? Wouldn't be pretty, would it?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, and a bite of her lip.
"N-no it wou-wouldn't..." Ryan replied, noticing that the eyes of Cassandra seemed to ripple and spiral, deepening her hypnosis on the ex-marine as he was powerless against her.
"Look into my eyes, man-thing. I love having a fighter lose their willpower, and give up every sense they have to me. I love to be in control of a powerless man...I love it when my prey accepts their defeat and realizes that all hope is lost. Seeing the will to fight fade from their eyes as they become utterly submissive to my command..." Cassandra spoke softly, gently grabbing the sides of Ryan's head, and pulling him down to eye level.
Somewhere within Ryan's fading willpower told him to fight back, something within the back of his mind begged him to resist. He couldn't resist Bela's hypnosis, but he certainly could try against Cassandra's.
"Yo-you won't be controlling me at a-*URGH!*"
As Ryan tried to speak as the pupils within his eyes began to shrink, he felt another knee slam into his groin, causing him to collapse to his knees before the brunette who kneeled down at his front to get at eye level once again.
"Good man-things are nice, sweet, and subservient. You will obey me, my sisters, and especially my mother without question, and you will learn to love it..." Cassandra spoke with a stern yet seductive tone within her voice.
"Yes..." Ryan groaned as his eyes began to reflect Cassandra's now, the only things he could focus on were her beautiful yellow eyes which now began to ripple more than ever before. Different colors began to slowly fade in too, a stupid grin being on Ryan's face as now all of his will had been erased following the knee to his groin.
"When I plant a kiss to your succulent, delicious neck...you will awaken from your trance, and want to fight with everything you've got against me in a sparring match. I want to see you in action instead of being our plaything..." Cassandra said softly, her voice sending a shiver down the spine of the soldier.
Ryan could only stand there as Cassandra slowly brought her head near his neck, the brunette gazing upon the jugular vein with an absolute bloodlust. The mouth of the sadist began to water, causing her to moan, and lick her lips as the thought of all the blood rushing through the carotid artery.
After what seemed like forever, Cassandra locked her lips onto the side of the ex-marine's neck and planted a kiss which turned into a small suck almost as if she was trying to give him a hickey. Ryan groaned but then everything came back to him!
"So then, Ryan...ready to play with me?" Cassandra asked seductively, holding a wooden sword replica in her hand calmly with a grin.
"More than I ever was." Ryan replied, still under the influence of her hypnosis as he was following Cassandra's commands, but he had regained his willpower.
"That's right, I love me a fighter like you..." Cassandra cooed with that malicious smile not leaving her face.
The two began to approach each other slowly, watching their movements carefully as neither one wanted to leave an opening for attack. After a few moments of circling each other, and feinting attacks, finally, Cassandra had enough of the waiting and went to attack with a downward hack of the wooden sword!
Unfortunately for the brunette, Ryan would block her attack with his sword, the two of them switched to pressing their swords into each other, trying to shove each other back. The superhuman strength that Cassandra possessed thanks to the cadou experiment within her head allowed her to force the man to his knees, clearly overpowering him. It was evident that she was enjoying it too as she had the same grin on her face that would turn into her psychotic smile as she stared at the man's face, he was struggling already.
"How boring, you're not impressive at all. Even my sisters do better against you, and I've beaten them all!" She taunted, the tease lit a fire within Ryan, and he began to dig his heels into the ground as he used the strength within his legs to slowly but surely power himself up, the brunette laughed wickedly as she had to get in his head to force him to start fighting back.
However, Ryan wouldn't have even footing for long. Cassandra used all of her strength to forcefully shove him back, stopping the blade clash. The ex-marine stumbled back, struggling to keep his balance, but his back would end up against one of the training dummies. The brunette rushed towards him, going for a slash to his neck almost as soon as he hit the dummy with a loud tang, he couldn't control his dodging or ducking, so he simply threw himself to the floor to avoid getting hit. Instead, another loud clang was heard as Cassandra's sword connected with the dummy.
Ryan decided that it was time for him to put pressure on his sparring partner, and he rushed forth with great determination. Even though he had fought with melee weapons before such as knives and clubs, he never once held a sword in his life, and it showed as he swung his sword at Cassandra without discipline, like a lunatic. Cassandra chuckled to herself as she effortlessly blocked, and dodged some of his attacks.
The ex-marine would attempt to do a downward hack on Cassandra, only to get hit in the throat by the grip of the sword, causing him to gag and stumble back some. This left him open for an attack, and the brunette took advantage, she rushed towards him and gave him a brutish shove to his sternum, knocking him to his back with a thud!
The soldier would use the momentum of his fall to roll backward, and quickly rise back to his feet. Cassandra was seen moving towards him once again, Ryan was getting frustrated at how calm and collected the brunette was. Again he charged forth, and went for a slash to her throat only for her to duck and ram her shoulder into his stomach before rising up, lifting the ex-marine up in the process before dropping him to his back!
Spittle went flying from Ryan's mouth after the slam, and he slowly rolled over onto all fours to see his opponent still standing there with a smug look on her face. Becoming even more irritated, he pounded his fist into the stone floor of the armory which would accidentally hurt it, the ex-marine cursed under his breath due to the pain in his right hand, causing Cassandra to giggle.
"Don't go hurting yourself now, stupid man-thing!" She playfully teased but meaning every word of it at the same time. This caused Ryan to scream furiously before bolting towards her at full speed, going for a hack into her head, but Cassandra swiftly deflected his sword, allowing the momentum to have him stumble past her and she would then slam her arm near his lower back, close to his kidney!
A loud groan of pain was heard coming from the soldier as he would collapse to his stomach, pain pulsing through his lower back, he had been momentarily lightheaded when she had struck near his kidney, almost passing out, but he remained conscious. He had let go of his sword, and thanks to the rules of sparring, this would have counted as one point for Cassandra.
The way sparring worked in House Dimitrescu, was that one of the combatants had to drop their sword a total of ten times. There were no time limits, and it could go on for as long as it needed.
The brunette made a mental note that she had scored one point against her male opponent, licking her lips in anticipation. If she won, she would certainly humiliate and humble the man.
Ryan coughed as he slowly climbed up to a knee, looking over his shoulder to glare at his female opponent. His right hand curled into a fist, ready to go all out once again as he placed his sword from his left hand into his right hand, hoping that his dominant hand would be stronger when he attacked.
The soldier narrowed his eyes as he stood up on shaky legs, gritting his teeth with absolute determination. Ryan marched forth, and with a yell, he swung the sword down towards Cassandra's head. The brunette was now gritting her teeth, feeling the impact of the ex-marine's brutal power.
He wasn't done yet, he went for a slash into the woman's stomach at full force as well, she was able to block the attack but still felt the unrelenting power contained in that strike. Her eyes went wide as he raised his sword again, and timed a perfect strike right to her gloved hand, knocking the sword out of it!
Now it was 1-1 as the score, but Ryan didn't know. He just wanted to take down the brunette as quick as possible, and now it seemed to be going in his favor!
Ryan jabbed forward, and Cassandra grabbed hold of the sword's blade. Since it was a wooden replica, it didn't hurt at all, even less due to her wearing her black gloves. Her look of shock immediately turned into one of arrogance as she now had a chance to take the sword from Ryan's hands.
"Had this been a real blade, it would have likely hurt to grab..." She said with her cocky grin turning into her psychotic smile once more, now it was Ryan who appeared shocked as well as in disbelief.
She forcefully jerked the sword from his hands, and twirled around, as she spun around, she would use the momentum to try and stab the sword into the ribs of the ex-marine!
Ryan would catch the blade at the last second, and the looks on their faces traded places again in only a matter of seconds. Cassandra looked confused, and now Ryan was smiling deviously.
"Had this been a real sword, it would have hurt to grab..." He taunted, mocking his opponent before sweeping her legs out from under her, the impact was enough to knock the heels off of her feet!
The ex-marine loomed over the downed brunette, looking triumphant, but the match was far from over. Cassandra was impressed with Ryan, but she didn't want to admit it yet. Ryan hoisted the sword over his head, this would prompt the sadist to play dirty as she swung her leg right between his legs, her foot striking his groin!
Ryan howled in pure agony as he dropped his sword, falling to his back before rolling to his side while clutching his balls in pain. The excruciating agony starting to rise up into his stomach now which caused him to groan loudly. Cassandra grinned as the score was now 2-1 in her favor, she would stand back up, and slide her heels back on her bare feet before looming over her downed opponent.
"Give up yet?" The black-haired daughter chuckled coldly as she pressed her foot down on his chest to pin him down, now it looked as though the woman was triumphant over the man. The pain Ryan was going through, after all he had done against her, made him want to submit, but he wasn't going to surrender to a woman. Not yet, at least!
"Ergh...n-no..." He moaned, causing Cassandra to raise an eyebrow. It didn't take long for another grin to spread across her black-painted lips, she would remove her foot from his chest, and spread his legs apart after placing down her sword, eying his crotch.
"Well, now you will..." She cooed as she raised her heel over his crotch ready to stomp down on his groin with no mercy, malice behind her yellow eyes.
"Please d-dont..." He groaned weakly only to see the brunette lick her lips deviously.
"Please don't!" He screamed once again.
To his luck, Lady Dimitrescu emerged into the armory to bring an abrupt end to their playtime.
"I need the man-thing this instant, something important is upon us!" The countess boomed with authority, Cassandra backed off, taking up both swords to place them back where they belonged.
"Looks like I win, big boy..." She giggled wickedly before leaving the armory, Ryan slowly crawled back to his feet now that the tall vampiric woman was in the room with him.
"Have you had your fun?" She asked with a grin, Ryan chuckled nervously.
"No, not really." He replied, causing Lady Dimitrescu to laugh some more before responding.
"I'm sorry to hear that, my dear. However, I'm going to need you to come along with me to a meeting. Heisenberg has been attacked, and Mother Miranda wants to discuss matters with everyone here." The countess replied, Ryan couldn't believe what he had heard.
House Dimitrescu was just attacked not too long ago, and now today, Heisenberg was the one under attack. The target wasn't just the vampiric ladies, but it seemed to be everyone in the village.
"Sure, I'll go with you." Ryan replied, wanting to speak his mind about what was going on with Mother Miranda herself, finally, he had a chance to speak his mind.