Yes, I new chapter to this. I have been working on DA and Pure Flame not to
mention all of my originals that I did not have time to work on this. And
that resulted in writer's block. I wrote this chapter purely in this
situation in hopes that it would help me clear it up. Alas, it was a
negative. I am just as writer's blocked with this as before. This is
strictly crap, but enjoy it nonetheless.
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I was asleep for a few hours, I knew that. Not much longer than 5. And I was once again in my bed. Someone sat at the end of my bed, stroking my bare leg. My skin tingled at the touch. That probably was the thing that woke me up.
Groaning quietly, I opened my eyes and sat up slowly. Feeling down my own leg, my fingers connected with someone else's. Carefully, I took the hand in mine and traced the lines, then the fingers. "You were always too curious for your own good," Master commented as he stroked my cheek with his other hand. "And while you obey me without a brief thought of objection, you never do the same to others like me. Why, Tanasee? Why do you only trust me?"
"Master," I began, leaning into his stroke like a kitten begging for attention. "You saved my life, taught me how to move around here, and you do not beat me. Obeying you instantly is the least I could do."
"Originally I bought you to anger Jeshickah," he replied, guilt lacing his humor. I can only imagine how it felt to buy something to anger someone else and end up liking it. I felt like the tabby kitten missing an ear that someone bought to anger someone who was allergic to cats.
"That alone, knowing that I anger her by just breathing, makes me live life day to day." My voice was weak and my eyes begged to be closed. I was tired, obviously. Who wouldn't? "Andrew." I gasped in stomach retching recollection. "How is he? Is he ok?"
"Yes, he is fine. A broken arm, couple bruises and cuts, but that is about it." I grimaced and shook my head. "What is wrong Tanasee?" He ran his fingers through my hair and I shuddered under his touch. So gentle to me, but I have heard stories of how he breaks others. Why?
"He stood up for me and was beaten in return."
"He stood up to Jeshickah," Master pointed out. I was about to say something else, but he kissed by forehead before I felt his weight leave the bed. "Both of us have work to do, you should just go to the work out room. Your hand won't let you work dishes for a few days." Then he just seemed to dissapear. Which was something he did when he did not want to hear me reply.
Despite the fact that I knew Jaguar wanted me to work out, I decided that I needed a nice hot shower to relax my tense muscles. And so, I carefully slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom without much thought. I mean, it was only a few feet away.
Once I was in the bathroom, I turned on the water, and locked the door before I removed my clothes and let my hair fall down my shoulders. After I did that, I slipped into the shower. Hot, almost unbearable, water hit my scalp and I let it fall down, sliding down my sleek body.
All of a sudden, there was a searing pain that shot up and down my body. It was so sudden that my legs buckled and my knees made a sickening crack when they connected with the ivory tub. I thrusted my hands out for support when I felt, but when they met the bottom, I gasp of pain escaped my lips. I jerked my hands up to my face and I licked the one that seemed to be throbbing.
Instantly, I spit out the blood that had coated my tongue from the wound I had so stupidly forgotten about. It was the wound that had caused the incident earlier. I whined slightly as I cradled my hand, forcing myself to stand.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to cleanse myself. Each gesture of my hand brought a sharp pain through my body, but I kept on scrubbing. There was no way I was going to fall victim to a wound that I had inflicted on myself.
Ten minutes later I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a robe around me before searching through the drawers for some gauze. I found it in the second drawer to the left and wrapped it around my hand after putting on some antibiotics.
Once I have bandaged my hand, I change into a pair of pants and a tanktop, then pull my damp hair back into a ponytail. I was just about to move toward the door when I felt someone behind me. I wasn't sure who it was and therefore I did not move. Or at least I did not move until I was struck down. "Stupid mutant," Gabriel snapped.
"I'm sorry milord...." I gasped as I touched my hand and realized that the blood had gone through the bandage.
"I am going to have to punish you for injuring my slave," he growled as he pulled me up by my ponytail.
"I didn't mean it-" I was silenced by a slap across the face before he bit into my neck. I went limp in his arms and let myself be carried away by the seafoam that I was floating on. There was no point in resisting, I knew he would not kill me. Jaguar would have his head on a silver platter. Not like I know what a silver platter looks like.
After what seemed like eternity, he dropped me to the floor and I heard him lick his lips in satisfaction. My whole body felt like a limp noodle, and my head was spinning. Gabriel said nothing before he dissapeared again.
After gaining some composure, I pushed myself up despite the searing pain in my hand before leaving the room and going to the workout room. But as I made my way down the hallway, a conversation caught my ear.
"Tonight we are meeting?" There was a masculine vampiric voice.
"Yes." Woman vampire. A vampiress I knew too well. Katama. The older sister of Jeshickah, I shuddered at the thought of her.
"Midnight?" Vampire.
"Correct." Katama.
"Finally, we have been planning this forever." Vampire.
"I know. My darling sister has gotten too out of hand with Midnight." Katama.
"We are finally planning when to burn this place to the ground." Vampire. Burn to the ground? I froze on the spot in realization before shaking my head and continuing down the hallway. I had a fear that they might have seen.
"Slave?" I stopped at the sound of the woman's voice, then slowly turned around in a sign of acknowledgment.
"Yes milady?" I asked polietly, forcing my nervousness out of my system.
"Why aren't you looking at me?" Her voice was slightly agitated now. I must have not been staring off in her direction.
"Because she can't," the vampire interjected, humor in his tone. "She is Jaguar's blind slave. She is not a threat Katama."
"Oh," came the woman now distinguished as Katama responded. "Go on then slave." I blinked once.
"Yes milady," I answered before turning away and began walking away as calm as possible.
"You sure Nathaniel?" Katama asked the vampire as I walked away. I still felt their gazes at my back.
"Positive, now let's go back inside."
I shrugged off the conversation as nothing, or at least I pushed it out of my mind as I worked out. Either I was doubtful or I was terrified. What I did not know was that the fact that I did not tell anyone would result in the death of hundreds.
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See? Couldn't you tell that I was writer's blocked? Maybe it I got suggestions at what could happen....I don't know. Please review, maybe that might be inspiration enough.
Krikoris
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I was asleep for a few hours, I knew that. Not much longer than 5. And I was once again in my bed. Someone sat at the end of my bed, stroking my bare leg. My skin tingled at the touch. That probably was the thing that woke me up.
Groaning quietly, I opened my eyes and sat up slowly. Feeling down my own leg, my fingers connected with someone else's. Carefully, I took the hand in mine and traced the lines, then the fingers. "You were always too curious for your own good," Master commented as he stroked my cheek with his other hand. "And while you obey me without a brief thought of objection, you never do the same to others like me. Why, Tanasee? Why do you only trust me?"
"Master," I began, leaning into his stroke like a kitten begging for attention. "You saved my life, taught me how to move around here, and you do not beat me. Obeying you instantly is the least I could do."
"Originally I bought you to anger Jeshickah," he replied, guilt lacing his humor. I can only imagine how it felt to buy something to anger someone else and end up liking it. I felt like the tabby kitten missing an ear that someone bought to anger someone who was allergic to cats.
"That alone, knowing that I anger her by just breathing, makes me live life day to day." My voice was weak and my eyes begged to be closed. I was tired, obviously. Who wouldn't? "Andrew." I gasped in stomach retching recollection. "How is he? Is he ok?"
"Yes, he is fine. A broken arm, couple bruises and cuts, but that is about it." I grimaced and shook my head. "What is wrong Tanasee?" He ran his fingers through my hair and I shuddered under his touch. So gentle to me, but I have heard stories of how he breaks others. Why?
"He stood up for me and was beaten in return."
"He stood up to Jeshickah," Master pointed out. I was about to say something else, but he kissed by forehead before I felt his weight leave the bed. "Both of us have work to do, you should just go to the work out room. Your hand won't let you work dishes for a few days." Then he just seemed to dissapear. Which was something he did when he did not want to hear me reply.
Despite the fact that I knew Jaguar wanted me to work out, I decided that I needed a nice hot shower to relax my tense muscles. And so, I carefully slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom without much thought. I mean, it was only a few feet away.
Once I was in the bathroom, I turned on the water, and locked the door before I removed my clothes and let my hair fall down my shoulders. After I did that, I slipped into the shower. Hot, almost unbearable, water hit my scalp and I let it fall down, sliding down my sleek body.
All of a sudden, there was a searing pain that shot up and down my body. It was so sudden that my legs buckled and my knees made a sickening crack when they connected with the ivory tub. I thrusted my hands out for support when I felt, but when they met the bottom, I gasp of pain escaped my lips. I jerked my hands up to my face and I licked the one that seemed to be throbbing.
Instantly, I spit out the blood that had coated my tongue from the wound I had so stupidly forgotten about. It was the wound that had caused the incident earlier. I whined slightly as I cradled my hand, forcing myself to stand.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to cleanse myself. Each gesture of my hand brought a sharp pain through my body, but I kept on scrubbing. There was no way I was going to fall victim to a wound that I had inflicted on myself.
Ten minutes later I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a robe around me before searching through the drawers for some gauze. I found it in the second drawer to the left and wrapped it around my hand after putting on some antibiotics.
Once I have bandaged my hand, I change into a pair of pants and a tanktop, then pull my damp hair back into a ponytail. I was just about to move toward the door when I felt someone behind me. I wasn't sure who it was and therefore I did not move. Or at least I did not move until I was struck down. "Stupid mutant," Gabriel snapped.
"I'm sorry milord...." I gasped as I touched my hand and realized that the blood had gone through the bandage.
"I am going to have to punish you for injuring my slave," he growled as he pulled me up by my ponytail.
"I didn't mean it-" I was silenced by a slap across the face before he bit into my neck. I went limp in his arms and let myself be carried away by the seafoam that I was floating on. There was no point in resisting, I knew he would not kill me. Jaguar would have his head on a silver platter. Not like I know what a silver platter looks like.
After what seemed like eternity, he dropped me to the floor and I heard him lick his lips in satisfaction. My whole body felt like a limp noodle, and my head was spinning. Gabriel said nothing before he dissapeared again.
After gaining some composure, I pushed myself up despite the searing pain in my hand before leaving the room and going to the workout room. But as I made my way down the hallway, a conversation caught my ear.
"Tonight we are meeting?" There was a masculine vampiric voice.
"Yes." Woman vampire. A vampiress I knew too well. Katama. The older sister of Jeshickah, I shuddered at the thought of her.
"Midnight?" Vampire.
"Correct." Katama.
"Finally, we have been planning this forever." Vampire.
"I know. My darling sister has gotten too out of hand with Midnight." Katama.
"We are finally planning when to burn this place to the ground." Vampire. Burn to the ground? I froze on the spot in realization before shaking my head and continuing down the hallway. I had a fear that they might have seen.
"Slave?" I stopped at the sound of the woman's voice, then slowly turned around in a sign of acknowledgment.
"Yes milady?" I asked polietly, forcing my nervousness out of my system.
"Why aren't you looking at me?" Her voice was slightly agitated now. I must have not been staring off in her direction.
"Because she can't," the vampire interjected, humor in his tone. "She is Jaguar's blind slave. She is not a threat Katama."
"Oh," came the woman now distinguished as Katama responded. "Go on then slave." I blinked once.
"Yes milady," I answered before turning away and began walking away as calm as possible.
"You sure Nathaniel?" Katama asked the vampire as I walked away. I still felt their gazes at my back.
"Positive, now let's go back inside."
I shrugged off the conversation as nothing, or at least I pushed it out of my mind as I worked out. Either I was doubtful or I was terrified. What I did not know was that the fact that I did not tell anyone would result in the death of hundreds.
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See? Couldn't you tell that I was writer's blocked? Maybe it I got suggestions at what could happen....I don't know. Please review, maybe that might be inspiration enough.
Krikoris