Title: Rocking the boat
Disclaimer: Darla and Angelus are not mine... Captain Lasher is all mine...
Rating: a baby Rrrrrrrrrrr because there is no actual graphical sex which I usually include. I don't know I just didn't feel up to writing the scene, so if I did it would'a sucked!
Feedback: love it!
Summary: Darla takes Angelus on a treasure hunt. They are playing pirates!! But unknown to Darla, Angelus develops an obsession with another demon...
Ps I'm not good at distances etc, so if I got the distance/speeds/lengths of time wrong, keep in mind that I'm an idiot! Luv-y'all!
ENJOY!!
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Prologue:
August 28 1830
Jiddah, Saudi Arabia
Angelus wanted to go on a joyride on a ship. It had been awhile since they had been on a ship. A long time since Angelus had got to play pirate. So when he discovered that there was a vampire pirate ship in town, he was more then happy to jump on board and go for the ride.
Darla had muttered on and on about the idea. Angelus did not fully understand why. She knew the Captain of the ship, some vampire known by the name Lasher. Angelus didn't know where he got the name from and every time he brought it up to Darla she would mumble something under her breath, curse at him then turn around and storm off. It was all very curious, but Angelus had his mind set. He was going to be a bloody pirate whether Darla liked it or not; whether she came or not! He was almost certain she wouldn't come, and when she did he was surprised.
When they had arrived on board, Darla asked to see the Captain of the ship. Angelus had not, in the least bit, been prepared for what he saw. Once he set eyes on the captain, he understood what had riled Darla up. What had made her so angry every time he mentioned the trip.
Captain Lasher stepped out of the cabin doors, and stood before Angelus' very eyes. This Captain was not the man Angelus had expected... In fact, the captain was not a man at all...
The Captain stopped a few feet away from where Angelus and Darla stood; after looking Angelus up and down, Lasher turned, gazing at Darla. The white flash of the Captain's teeth caught Angelus' eye as Lasher grinned at Darla and jeered: "Welcome, Darla, aboard The Crow."
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August 2
The Red Sea
Angelus looked around the ship silently, searching for Darla. She was nowhere in sight. Since they had boarded, she had stuck to him like glue, determined to keep him away from the Captain. This was his first time; for the week that they had been onboard The Crow, that Angelus had been able to go anywhere without her supervision. The only reason being, he managed to slip off while she was sleeping.
Lasher stood on the railing of her ship, her waist length, curly black hair blowing in the warm winds of the dark night sky. Unlike what was acceptable in the 19th century, she wore a man's clothing. Long light brown pants that were tucked into her dark brown leather boots. She was wearing a large shirt that whispered around her slim-curved shape, the shirt had long sleeves that were torn open from the elbow down to her hands, which the material covered. A peculiar silver-red belt circled her waist several times, before the end of it fell down to the side of her knee. Angelus stared on in mute amazement. He had never seen anything like her... Never! Darla had been right to be worried, had been right to keep an eye on him. This vampire was beyond amazing and she was the complete opposite of Darla.
Angelus walked to her, she paid him no heed until he came and stood beside her. Turning easily despite the blowing winds and the occasional jolt, she looked down at him asking "Straying far from mum? What are you feeling ill?" Angelus stared then grinning he spoke " You know Darla... Jealous as ever...". Lasher laughed, throwing her head back, Angelus looked at her throat. Imagining himself sinking his fangs into it, he blinked snapping himself out of it before she looked down.
"She wasn't always like that..." was all the Captain replied as she jumped down off the railing... Angelus looked at her "Really? She could have fooled me..." Lasher laughed again, "Yeah... She can fool almost everyone." With that she turned around and began walking away; but then stopped and looking over her shoulder said, "There is a ship about 6 miles out... At the speed it's been going, we will have reached it by tomorrow evening. It's not a friend of ours... tell her to ready her pretty ass for a gruesome fight, we are boarding!
As he watched her walk away, her hips and hair swaying left to right; Angelus could feel a new obsession coming on...
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August 3
Atlantic Ocean
Angelus and Darla had been locked together in frenzied lovemaking when, a loud crash sounded making Darla pause her rocking above Angelus. She listened for a moment then "There is something going on out there... Should we stop and go check it out." Grabbing hold of her waist Angelus bucked up hard, in reaction Darla rolled her head back. With her eyes shut, her loose hair flowing down her back and her breasts pushed forward, a hoarse moan escaped her lips. Looking back down at him she muttered "I guess not..."
Darla grasped Angelus' shoulder intent on continuing her wild rocking when they were interrupted by another loud crash. Only this time it was even closer. Darla jumped up slightly in shock, causing Angelus to grit his teeth and grasp her buttocks harshly.
The door flung open in front of them, Lasher had kicked in their door. Darla jumped up, outrage scribbled on her vampiric feature. She started "How dare y-" before she could finish; Lasher simply put her hand up and said "Save it! We are boarding a ship... A human ship. I figured maybe you would like to go on the ride. Considering it's why you boarded my The Crow." At that she morphed turned and ran. She was obviously going to have some fun on her own.
Without thinking, Angelus pushed Darla off of him with unnecessary force. She flew a couple of paces behind, then landed on her back. He got up and kneeled beside her, sticking his finger into her and stroking upwards he said "This is not over!". Turning he dressed hurriedly, grabbed a sword and left her sprawled with her arms and legs spread wide as she lay motionless on the floor.
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The foreign ship was engulfed in complete mayhem... Its sailors ran left to right, right to left, seemingly, without any sense of direction at all. Some deep instinct seemed to tell them that they were prey and the thought had eaten them live. Angelus could smell that fear that hummed around the ship as easily a dog could rotting meat. He laughed.
He prepared himself to board the ship when caught a glimpse of the Captain. She truly looked a wild creature. Her black curly mane tumbling around her now human features, her pink full lips drawn back in what seemed like a mocking sneer; her almond shaped ocean green eyes were filled with crazed bloodlust...
Watching in amazement, Angelus saw how she had earned her name... 'Lasher'! What Angelus had previously thought was a silver-red belt was not a belt at all. It was a whip! Right at that moment Lasher pulled it back then, twirling it above her head she brought it down hard. It slashed through the shirt and skin of the sailor before her, blood splattered... Crimson droplets staining her shirt and cheeks.
Angelus smiled as he felt his previous insatiate need grow in him again. He watched her longingly, then touching himself, somewhat unconsciously; he made up his mind. He would do it... And he would do it know. Gauging the distance from the edge of The Crow and the railing of the other ship, Angelus pounced forward. Landing in a crouch on both his feet, he rolled forward dodging a blade that was swiped forward aimed at his neck.
Not even giving the man a second glance, Angelus unsheathed his sword and slashed backwards at his neck. He made brutal contact and heard a thump as the head fell and rolled on the deck. There were many other attacks led onto Angelus. He ignored them, blocking, punching, slicing and thrusting as he walked intently towards Lasher.
Darla watched Angelus silently from the distance; hate bubbled in her like acid on skin. Clenching her fists and feeling her useless lungs tightened she felt her features change. Memories flashing in front of her eyes... Memories from her young years... Memories from when The Master was her only lover...
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Flashback:
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
January 1 1582
8:30 PM
Darla watched as the local street girl ran across the street, her body covered in layers and layers of cloth. The girl hated it, Darla hated her. The Master had developed an interest in her, leaving Darla more and more on her own... Leaving to watch the girl scrub the floors of the restaurant (if it could actually be called that).
The Master had talked on and on about her, about how the men beat her; especially her father. About how beneath the covering of the secretive materials, lay a bruised mass. And how beneath that bruised mass, lay and extremely beautiful face and body.
"She would surely die." The Master had told Darla "A strong fighter, but she is useless and human... She will surely die..." If it had been a brief obsession. Darla wouldn't have cared. But this girl had been entrancing enough for The Master, to make him stay over 8 years in the wretched country. She had liked the country for the first 3 years, but then he had developed the obsession and she'd hated it.
She watched the girl in silence, and her vampiric features tingling at her face. Swallowing, she forced herself to turn around. Forced herself to storm off before she did something to anger The Master and get herself killed.
January 3 1582
3:11 AM
The Master walked into the underground room and Darla knew before she saw the girl was him. He'd turned her. Darla was indoors, well away from the eyes of the villages; therefor she did not have to cover her hair or her skin. Brushing her loose blond hair she rose to meet The Master.
He arrived in, the girl unconscious in his arms. Her bared battered head falling back so her long curly ivory hair hung loose over his arms. An arm stuck straight out in front of him and her legs dangled from over The Master's arm. Darla watched her, examined quickly and from a distance the girls open yet black eyes. They were a beautiful green, like the ocean. Even in death it almost seemed there were waves in them. As if she held all the oceans in her eyes, as if they burned they burned and steamed there. Darla sank into her eyes. They were beautiful. They were truly beautiful...The girl was amazingly beautiful. Darla could not explain.
Darla hated her. She wanted this girl dead.
The Master, apparently, did not. And Darla got a good beating for even mentioning it.
Since the night she was made, Darla had always been The Master's favorite. He'd always turn to her for any need. Always in the end it had been 'Darla, come hear my beauty' it had always been 'Darla'. But after that day, The Master had always been shared... It was no longer just 'Darla, my beauty' it had also been 'Merriam, my she-devil'. It had seemed that Darla became his sex-machine and Merriam his errand girl. Darla had always done both. She liked doing both. Not anymore...
Not ever again.
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Wroclaw, Poland
February 22 1610
"Merriam, my devil-child, what a name you are making for yourself...What is it they are calling you know?" Merriam stood in front of The Master, with a beautiful pink dress on. Frills placed on any place they would fit happily and beautifully. Since her turning, Merriam had made it clear that she hated dresses, she hated wearing the concealing clothes of the Moslem religion and she hated the damn pink dresses The Master made her wear. Hell she hated any and all dresses period. She wore them in fear of The Master's wrath.
Right now she stood in his view, silently clenching the pink, stiff and frilly fabric that made her skin itch and squeezed it in her hands. Darla watched her do this from the comfortable seat she had made out of The Master's lap. Envy once again eating her whole.
"Merriam" The Master started, stroking Darla's freed hair as she sat on his lap "I've heard that you are excellent with that whip you hold in your hand..."Merriam was smiling at him "Yes, My Master... If I must say so myself, I AM excellent with it... The street demon's and the common people... they call me Lasher." The Master smiled looking at Darla he asked while patting her knee "But have you deserved that name?" touching Darla's waist as she sat on his lap "Can you beat my best?" Merriam laughed "There is but one way to find out...Isn't there My Master?"
"Yes there is... but only one way...". And so it was. Darla was to battled Merriam, Darla with a sword and Merriam with her whip.
It was a long hard battle. Darla swung the blade left to right slashing Merriam more then once across the body. But Merriam had not been bluffing when she said she was good. She through her whip up in the air, twirling it above her then bringing it down until Darla's clothes were nearly falling off. Darla did not do bad herself. She sliced at her, stabbing her and scrapping her.
But until then, they had all been very careful, until Darla saw what she thought was an opening. Merriam had spread her left hand out to the side of her, while she drew her right hand back making her whip ready to strike. Darla did not hesitate, drawing her blade back she rushed forward.
She didn't even see it coming.
Merriam moved forward, way faster then Darla thought she was capable of. She punched Darla in the face, grabbing the blade from Darla's hand. Before Darla could stagger back from the blow, Merriam kicked her back making her stagger forward; before she could fall Merriam sent her whip after Darla. It winded around Darla's throat, Merriam tugged. Darla came scrabbling back to her. She fell onto Merriam's chest. Merriam placed the sword on Darla's throat. Merriam whispered "You're dead..."
"Lasher, huh?" The Master questioned as he watched them... then grinning his rat face cracking into a horrid smile he said "Lasher it is..."
Darla was humiliated... The Master was 'in love'... From that day forth Darla not only had to share The Master's smiles but also The Master's bed.
End of Flashback...
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Darla watched Angelus stalk secretly towards Lasher; she hated anyone to touch him. She hated the thought that he would want to touch anyone but her. It wasn't love; no it was far from that...it was possession. It was selfishness, her beauty should be enough, and her body should be enough. Angelus was not satisfied... The Master had not been satisfied.
Darla roared her anger. Angelus heard, his vampire hearing made sure of that; but Darla knew that he did not know it was her. He did not know that she was standing there watching him. And even if he did he wouldn't care, just as she wouldn't. It had never been love between them, they had never proclaimed to feel love for each other. It was all lust possession and sadism and masochism. That's all. But Darla couldn't help the feeling of betrayal that came over her.
Licking her lips and preparing herself for the fight of her unlife, she moved forward. She hadn't taken two steps before she was ambushed by 3 sailormen from the other ship. Three soon turned to four, four to five, five to six... These sailors were obviously not the most moral men. They saw her pretty face, her pretty dress, they must have thought she was as innocent as she was pretty - either that or they were just plain stupid - whatever the reason Darla did not care. She unleashed her anger on them. Loosing sight of Angelus.
Angelus soon reached his mark. Grabbing her by the wrist in which she held her infamous weapon, Angelus pulled her towards him. She whirled around she had morphed again. Her mouth was slightly open, her white teeth showing her yellow eyes gleaming. She stared back up at him. As Angelus looked into her eyes, she knew what he wanted she could see it in his eyes as plainly as he could see the bloodlust and deathlust in hers.
Angelus was about to speak... he opened his mouth, words lingering at the tip of his tongue. There was no time. A loud bang sounded behind them, a shockwave rumbled and the pure force of the blast sent a whole lot of people off-board. Including Angelus and Lasher.
Angelus knew a chance, when it smacked him in his face. Grabbing his Lasher by the shoulders, locking his legs around hers and putting pressure in order to keep her steady. He waited as they sank to the bottom of the sea floor. It took less time then Angelus had thought.
Soon it was party time.
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She put up a fight, Angelus had expected that. He had expected her to strike up at him with her now empty right fist, had expected her knee to jut upwards into his stomach, had expected her claws to slice through the deep bleu green waters and slash open his face. So he responded by doing to her exactly what she expected of him. He struck her back, every blow more vigorous, more violent then the last, with less passion then the next.
But then what eventually happened, the outcome of his blows...Was totally out range with what he expected. Angelus was disappointed, he had expected more of a fight, but in someways he was happy... She wouldn't resist, she would partake, and it gave a different type of pleasure. Both types of pleasure were acceptable from a vampire... Resisting or participating, sex with vampires always led to pain. Only resisting was one way pain whereas participation was a two way street.
Angelus watched her beneath him, as she stopped thrashing. Her black main settled around her as she sank further into the soft sand, the bleu-green waters about them seemed to rest in her eyes. Angelus was glad he did not have to breath... He had never had sex underwater, but he could tell it was going to be GREAT.
He grabbed for her pants as she grabbed for his, ripping at each other's clothes. Their claws sank into each other and they both cried out in pain. Their screams dying in the murky waters without even the telltale hints of bubbles. Angelus sank into her, thinking only that finally... Finally he had gotten the pussy that he had wanted. Finally he was fucking the legendary 'Lasher'!
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When Angelus and Lasher finally reached the surface of the water, they were both stark naked. Lasher with her hair wet and sticking to her glistening back, her ocean green eyes looking over the debris in front of them. The foreign ship had blown up. The Crow was still floating although it did so with mighty effort.
He and The Captain climbed on board the ship to find that not many of her men had perished. In fact their had been only 13 casualties while their opponents had lost all their crew. The Captain was fine with it. She was also fine with the fact that Darla had abandoned Angelus.
According to her crew, Darla had been the one to cause most of the casualties... She had killed 6 of the crewmembers in order to steal a boat and a blanket... Telling them to tell Angelus that he was on his own.
Upon hearing this news, Angelus shrugged... She'd be over it... He'd find her; he'd fuck her. Remind her why she turned him, and everything would be as good as new... Like it always ended up being....
Disclaimer: Darla and Angelus are not mine... Captain Lasher is all mine...
Rating: a baby Rrrrrrrrrrr because there is no actual graphical sex which I usually include. I don't know I just didn't feel up to writing the scene, so if I did it would'a sucked!
Feedback: love it!
Summary: Darla takes Angelus on a treasure hunt. They are playing pirates!! But unknown to Darla, Angelus develops an obsession with another demon...
Ps I'm not good at distances etc, so if I got the distance/speeds/lengths of time wrong, keep in mind that I'm an idiot! Luv-y'all!
ENJOY!!
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Prologue:
August 28 1830
Jiddah, Saudi Arabia
Angelus wanted to go on a joyride on a ship. It had been awhile since they had been on a ship. A long time since Angelus had got to play pirate. So when he discovered that there was a vampire pirate ship in town, he was more then happy to jump on board and go for the ride.
Darla had muttered on and on about the idea. Angelus did not fully understand why. She knew the Captain of the ship, some vampire known by the name Lasher. Angelus didn't know where he got the name from and every time he brought it up to Darla she would mumble something under her breath, curse at him then turn around and storm off. It was all very curious, but Angelus had his mind set. He was going to be a bloody pirate whether Darla liked it or not; whether she came or not! He was almost certain she wouldn't come, and when she did he was surprised.
When they had arrived on board, Darla asked to see the Captain of the ship. Angelus had not, in the least bit, been prepared for what he saw. Once he set eyes on the captain, he understood what had riled Darla up. What had made her so angry every time he mentioned the trip.
Captain Lasher stepped out of the cabin doors, and stood before Angelus' very eyes. This Captain was not the man Angelus had expected... In fact, the captain was not a man at all...
The Captain stopped a few feet away from where Angelus and Darla stood; after looking Angelus up and down, Lasher turned, gazing at Darla. The white flash of the Captain's teeth caught Angelus' eye as Lasher grinned at Darla and jeered: "Welcome, Darla, aboard The Crow."
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August 2
The Red Sea
Angelus looked around the ship silently, searching for Darla. She was nowhere in sight. Since they had boarded, she had stuck to him like glue, determined to keep him away from the Captain. This was his first time; for the week that they had been onboard The Crow, that Angelus had been able to go anywhere without her supervision. The only reason being, he managed to slip off while she was sleeping.
Lasher stood on the railing of her ship, her waist length, curly black hair blowing in the warm winds of the dark night sky. Unlike what was acceptable in the 19th century, she wore a man's clothing. Long light brown pants that were tucked into her dark brown leather boots. She was wearing a large shirt that whispered around her slim-curved shape, the shirt had long sleeves that were torn open from the elbow down to her hands, which the material covered. A peculiar silver-red belt circled her waist several times, before the end of it fell down to the side of her knee. Angelus stared on in mute amazement. He had never seen anything like her... Never! Darla had been right to be worried, had been right to keep an eye on him. This vampire was beyond amazing and she was the complete opposite of Darla.
Angelus walked to her, she paid him no heed until he came and stood beside her. Turning easily despite the blowing winds and the occasional jolt, she looked down at him asking "Straying far from mum? What are you feeling ill?" Angelus stared then grinning he spoke " You know Darla... Jealous as ever...". Lasher laughed, throwing her head back, Angelus looked at her throat. Imagining himself sinking his fangs into it, he blinked snapping himself out of it before she looked down.
"She wasn't always like that..." was all the Captain replied as she jumped down off the railing... Angelus looked at her "Really? She could have fooled me..." Lasher laughed again, "Yeah... She can fool almost everyone." With that she turned around and began walking away; but then stopped and looking over her shoulder said, "There is a ship about 6 miles out... At the speed it's been going, we will have reached it by tomorrow evening. It's not a friend of ours... tell her to ready her pretty ass for a gruesome fight, we are boarding!
As he watched her walk away, her hips and hair swaying left to right; Angelus could feel a new obsession coming on...
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August 3
Atlantic Ocean
Angelus and Darla had been locked together in frenzied lovemaking when, a loud crash sounded making Darla pause her rocking above Angelus. She listened for a moment then "There is something going on out there... Should we stop and go check it out." Grabbing hold of her waist Angelus bucked up hard, in reaction Darla rolled her head back. With her eyes shut, her loose hair flowing down her back and her breasts pushed forward, a hoarse moan escaped her lips. Looking back down at him she muttered "I guess not..."
Darla grasped Angelus' shoulder intent on continuing her wild rocking when they were interrupted by another loud crash. Only this time it was even closer. Darla jumped up slightly in shock, causing Angelus to grit his teeth and grasp her buttocks harshly.
The door flung open in front of them, Lasher had kicked in their door. Darla jumped up, outrage scribbled on her vampiric feature. She started "How dare y-" before she could finish; Lasher simply put her hand up and said "Save it! We are boarding a ship... A human ship. I figured maybe you would like to go on the ride. Considering it's why you boarded my The Crow." At that she morphed turned and ran. She was obviously going to have some fun on her own.
Without thinking, Angelus pushed Darla off of him with unnecessary force. She flew a couple of paces behind, then landed on her back. He got up and kneeled beside her, sticking his finger into her and stroking upwards he said "This is not over!". Turning he dressed hurriedly, grabbed a sword and left her sprawled with her arms and legs spread wide as she lay motionless on the floor.
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The foreign ship was engulfed in complete mayhem... Its sailors ran left to right, right to left, seemingly, without any sense of direction at all. Some deep instinct seemed to tell them that they were prey and the thought had eaten them live. Angelus could smell that fear that hummed around the ship as easily a dog could rotting meat. He laughed.
He prepared himself to board the ship when caught a glimpse of the Captain. She truly looked a wild creature. Her black curly mane tumbling around her now human features, her pink full lips drawn back in what seemed like a mocking sneer; her almond shaped ocean green eyes were filled with crazed bloodlust...
Watching in amazement, Angelus saw how she had earned her name... 'Lasher'! What Angelus had previously thought was a silver-red belt was not a belt at all. It was a whip! Right at that moment Lasher pulled it back then, twirling it above her head she brought it down hard. It slashed through the shirt and skin of the sailor before her, blood splattered... Crimson droplets staining her shirt and cheeks.
Angelus smiled as he felt his previous insatiate need grow in him again. He watched her longingly, then touching himself, somewhat unconsciously; he made up his mind. He would do it... And he would do it know. Gauging the distance from the edge of The Crow and the railing of the other ship, Angelus pounced forward. Landing in a crouch on both his feet, he rolled forward dodging a blade that was swiped forward aimed at his neck.
Not even giving the man a second glance, Angelus unsheathed his sword and slashed backwards at his neck. He made brutal contact and heard a thump as the head fell and rolled on the deck. There were many other attacks led onto Angelus. He ignored them, blocking, punching, slicing and thrusting as he walked intently towards Lasher.
Darla watched Angelus silently from the distance; hate bubbled in her like acid on skin. Clenching her fists and feeling her useless lungs tightened she felt her features change. Memories flashing in front of her eyes... Memories from her young years... Memories from when The Master was her only lover...
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Flashback:
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
January 1 1582
8:30 PM
Darla watched as the local street girl ran across the street, her body covered in layers and layers of cloth. The girl hated it, Darla hated her. The Master had developed an interest in her, leaving Darla more and more on her own... Leaving to watch the girl scrub the floors of the restaurant (if it could actually be called that).
The Master had talked on and on about her, about how the men beat her; especially her father. About how beneath the covering of the secretive materials, lay a bruised mass. And how beneath that bruised mass, lay and extremely beautiful face and body.
"She would surely die." The Master had told Darla "A strong fighter, but she is useless and human... She will surely die..." If it had been a brief obsession. Darla wouldn't have cared. But this girl had been entrancing enough for The Master, to make him stay over 8 years in the wretched country. She had liked the country for the first 3 years, but then he had developed the obsession and she'd hated it.
She watched the girl in silence, and her vampiric features tingling at her face. Swallowing, she forced herself to turn around. Forced herself to storm off before she did something to anger The Master and get herself killed.
January 3 1582
3:11 AM
The Master walked into the underground room and Darla knew before she saw the girl was him. He'd turned her. Darla was indoors, well away from the eyes of the villages; therefor she did not have to cover her hair or her skin. Brushing her loose blond hair she rose to meet The Master.
He arrived in, the girl unconscious in his arms. Her bared battered head falling back so her long curly ivory hair hung loose over his arms. An arm stuck straight out in front of him and her legs dangled from over The Master's arm. Darla watched her, examined quickly and from a distance the girls open yet black eyes. They were a beautiful green, like the ocean. Even in death it almost seemed there were waves in them. As if she held all the oceans in her eyes, as if they burned they burned and steamed there. Darla sank into her eyes. They were beautiful. They were truly beautiful...The girl was amazingly beautiful. Darla could not explain.
Darla hated her. She wanted this girl dead.
The Master, apparently, did not. And Darla got a good beating for even mentioning it.
Since the night she was made, Darla had always been The Master's favorite. He'd always turn to her for any need. Always in the end it had been 'Darla, come hear my beauty' it had always been 'Darla'. But after that day, The Master had always been shared... It was no longer just 'Darla, my beauty' it had also been 'Merriam, my she-devil'. It had seemed that Darla became his sex-machine and Merriam his errand girl. Darla had always done both. She liked doing both. Not anymore...
Not ever again.
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Wroclaw, Poland
February 22 1610
"Merriam, my devil-child, what a name you are making for yourself...What is it they are calling you know?" Merriam stood in front of The Master, with a beautiful pink dress on. Frills placed on any place they would fit happily and beautifully. Since her turning, Merriam had made it clear that she hated dresses, she hated wearing the concealing clothes of the Moslem religion and she hated the damn pink dresses The Master made her wear. Hell she hated any and all dresses period. She wore them in fear of The Master's wrath.
Right now she stood in his view, silently clenching the pink, stiff and frilly fabric that made her skin itch and squeezed it in her hands. Darla watched her do this from the comfortable seat she had made out of The Master's lap. Envy once again eating her whole.
"Merriam" The Master started, stroking Darla's freed hair as she sat on his lap "I've heard that you are excellent with that whip you hold in your hand..."Merriam was smiling at him "Yes, My Master... If I must say so myself, I AM excellent with it... The street demon's and the common people... they call me Lasher." The Master smiled looking at Darla he asked while patting her knee "But have you deserved that name?" touching Darla's waist as she sat on his lap "Can you beat my best?" Merriam laughed "There is but one way to find out...Isn't there My Master?"
"Yes there is... but only one way...". And so it was. Darla was to battled Merriam, Darla with a sword and Merriam with her whip.
It was a long hard battle. Darla swung the blade left to right slashing Merriam more then once across the body. But Merriam had not been bluffing when she said she was good. She through her whip up in the air, twirling it above her then bringing it down until Darla's clothes were nearly falling off. Darla did not do bad herself. She sliced at her, stabbing her and scrapping her.
But until then, they had all been very careful, until Darla saw what she thought was an opening. Merriam had spread her left hand out to the side of her, while she drew her right hand back making her whip ready to strike. Darla did not hesitate, drawing her blade back she rushed forward.
She didn't even see it coming.
Merriam moved forward, way faster then Darla thought she was capable of. She punched Darla in the face, grabbing the blade from Darla's hand. Before Darla could stagger back from the blow, Merriam kicked her back making her stagger forward; before she could fall Merriam sent her whip after Darla. It winded around Darla's throat, Merriam tugged. Darla came scrabbling back to her. She fell onto Merriam's chest. Merriam placed the sword on Darla's throat. Merriam whispered "You're dead..."
"Lasher, huh?" The Master questioned as he watched them... then grinning his rat face cracking into a horrid smile he said "Lasher it is..."
Darla was humiliated... The Master was 'in love'... From that day forth Darla not only had to share The Master's smiles but also The Master's bed.
End of Flashback...
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Darla watched Angelus stalk secretly towards Lasher; she hated anyone to touch him. She hated the thought that he would want to touch anyone but her. It wasn't love; no it was far from that...it was possession. It was selfishness, her beauty should be enough, and her body should be enough. Angelus was not satisfied... The Master had not been satisfied.
Darla roared her anger. Angelus heard, his vampire hearing made sure of that; but Darla knew that he did not know it was her. He did not know that she was standing there watching him. And even if he did he wouldn't care, just as she wouldn't. It had never been love between them, they had never proclaimed to feel love for each other. It was all lust possession and sadism and masochism. That's all. But Darla couldn't help the feeling of betrayal that came over her.
Licking her lips and preparing herself for the fight of her unlife, she moved forward. She hadn't taken two steps before she was ambushed by 3 sailormen from the other ship. Three soon turned to four, four to five, five to six... These sailors were obviously not the most moral men. They saw her pretty face, her pretty dress, they must have thought she was as innocent as she was pretty - either that or they were just plain stupid - whatever the reason Darla did not care. She unleashed her anger on them. Loosing sight of Angelus.
Angelus soon reached his mark. Grabbing her by the wrist in which she held her infamous weapon, Angelus pulled her towards him. She whirled around she had morphed again. Her mouth was slightly open, her white teeth showing her yellow eyes gleaming. She stared back up at him. As Angelus looked into her eyes, she knew what he wanted she could see it in his eyes as plainly as he could see the bloodlust and deathlust in hers.
Angelus was about to speak... he opened his mouth, words lingering at the tip of his tongue. There was no time. A loud bang sounded behind them, a shockwave rumbled and the pure force of the blast sent a whole lot of people off-board. Including Angelus and Lasher.
Angelus knew a chance, when it smacked him in his face. Grabbing his Lasher by the shoulders, locking his legs around hers and putting pressure in order to keep her steady. He waited as they sank to the bottom of the sea floor. It took less time then Angelus had thought.
Soon it was party time.
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She put up a fight, Angelus had expected that. He had expected her to strike up at him with her now empty right fist, had expected her knee to jut upwards into his stomach, had expected her claws to slice through the deep bleu green waters and slash open his face. So he responded by doing to her exactly what she expected of him. He struck her back, every blow more vigorous, more violent then the last, with less passion then the next.
But then what eventually happened, the outcome of his blows...Was totally out range with what he expected. Angelus was disappointed, he had expected more of a fight, but in someways he was happy... She wouldn't resist, she would partake, and it gave a different type of pleasure. Both types of pleasure were acceptable from a vampire... Resisting or participating, sex with vampires always led to pain. Only resisting was one way pain whereas participation was a two way street.
Angelus watched her beneath him, as she stopped thrashing. Her black main settled around her as she sank further into the soft sand, the bleu-green waters about them seemed to rest in her eyes. Angelus was glad he did not have to breath... He had never had sex underwater, but he could tell it was going to be GREAT.
He grabbed for her pants as she grabbed for his, ripping at each other's clothes. Their claws sank into each other and they both cried out in pain. Their screams dying in the murky waters without even the telltale hints of bubbles. Angelus sank into her, thinking only that finally... Finally he had gotten the pussy that he had wanted. Finally he was fucking the legendary 'Lasher'!
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When Angelus and Lasher finally reached the surface of the water, they were both stark naked. Lasher with her hair wet and sticking to her glistening back, her ocean green eyes looking over the debris in front of them. The foreign ship had blown up. The Crow was still floating although it did so with mighty effort.
He and The Captain climbed on board the ship to find that not many of her men had perished. In fact their had been only 13 casualties while their opponents had lost all their crew. The Captain was fine with it. She was also fine with the fact that Darla had abandoned Angelus.
According to her crew, Darla had been the one to cause most of the casualties... She had killed 6 of the crewmembers in order to steal a boat and a blanket... Telling them to tell Angelus that he was on his own.
Upon hearing this news, Angelus shrugged... She'd be over it... He'd find her; he'd fuck her. Remind her why she turned him, and everything would be as good as new... Like it always ended up being....