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[Demitri Witticer]

HELL HATH NO FURY
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The sign outside the hotel read Vacant, but what did that matter to a Strigoi? They were, obviously, the official bad guys of the world. Obviously. The leader walked straight up to the wooden sign and ripped it completely off, laughing hysterically as it shattered in the air, completely disintegrating. It was like fireworks, except it was lacking all the pretty colors. Demitri laughed in a charismatic way, smiling at his coven. Most, if not all, had been changed of their own free will, some, of course, hadn't, and because of this they had no recollection of who they are, or who they once were.

He smiled at his lovely coven, all groveling at his feet in thanks. It was a beautiful sight, to Demitri, of course. He was the center of attention, the most powerful man in all of America. Or that is what he thinks. He ripped the doors open and the Witticer Clan flooded in. Chandeliers and lamps were thrown about, wall paper that was already somewhat desecrated was now being savaged. It was as if all hell had broken loose, swallowing the pitiful looking hotel into one fiery phyco-ward.

He stood in the doorway, congratulating himself on this latest find. He was the new leader, he as the strong one, and those who looked down on him, well... There heads were rolling on the ground somewhere.

"Sir, Sir!" Some one yelled out, "what do we do now?" It was a forced Strigoi who sat inf ront of him, his blood red eyes blank and his tone delirious. Demitri laugehd at him, pushign the kneeling creature hard. The Strigoi sprawled on his back an cowwered.

"As if I would tell you, rat." He spat at him, stepping over the blank creature. He watched over everything that as happening though. If he had not killed the last Leader, they would still be living in caves like homless people, they would be in the sewers, stinking, he thought, why, I am the savior, I have seved them all! He chose to think of themselves as a higher race, and because of this, he raced with his true Vampire speed up the stairs around a bend and through a door way until he was on the roof, staring over the burnt out lights reading, "La Rouge."

He laughed hysterically into the night as bonfires were started about the Hotel, mysterious people cackling and running and lusting after one another. Windows were covered with thick, dark curtains, plywood going up in the windows with metal to secure their space during the sunlight hours, to secure themselves from an attack. But this was their terre now, and they were going to do what ever it took to keep it. Yet, in all the noises, Demitri heard someone making their slow way up towards him. He turned slowly as the person, breathing hard, threw the door to the roof open, leaning down with his hands on his knees, bracing himself.

"Master," He said, as Demitri wanted to be called rather that Sir, which they were all still stuck on, "There is a present for you downstairs." He smiled. He knew exactly what the present was. He walked casually by the man, grabbing the collar of his ugly red shirt and dragging him to the edge of the building and hanging him over it at a deadly angle.

"Who told you to come up and bother me? Who said you could invade my privacy?" He said straight in the Strigoi's face, whow as cowering in fear. Spit came out wiht every few words he said in his ferocious whisper.

"No.... N-n-o one, Master." He stuttered.

"That's right," But he didn't let the man leave, "Buut I want to see if youve learned to fly yet!" He was in a mean kind of mood, and the man screamed loudly, his voice raising high as Demitri shoved him over, letting his hands go stright in the air as if her were praising God, except he wasn't. People were on the ground praising him, watching as the Older strigoi flailed in the air, screaming until he hit teh ground with a large thud. Later, Demitri heard, as people would clean up the mess, the man's whole chest had exploded, and everything inside of him was mush. That, of course, made him laugh with glee, asking who was next. They would all back away, bowing low to their master, who sat in his throne in the strip club.

But back to the Roof.

He knew exactly what his present had been. In facet, he had ordered the collection of it. Her name was Nicole, and she was a guardian. There was nothing better than seeing either the fresh fear, or the cold stare of a guardian who knows they are in trouble. He was just happy he would have her all to himself. He strolled down the stairs, skipping and few and sliding down the banisters, wooping and yelling with the other peple as he made his way down. He could see human beings being dragged into room and the door lock tight as screaming and sex and blood sucking began.

Demitri laughed wickidly. Hell hath nothing on a wannabe Devil.

As he entered the old strip club (yes there was still a fully stocked bar and a runway with a pole on it) he saw his triumphant Strigoi Warriors. They held nasty smiles with fangs out, but there were four, and he had sent six.

"What happened?" he asked, his tone dull. He hadn't even taken a glance at the Guadian yet.

"Took em' out as we was tyin' them down." the biggest said. He looked geeful about it, though. But Demitri didn't care. He had what he wanted. He walked up to the girl, who was tied in the chair. He laughed at her disgruntled look, the fresh blood seeping out of her.

"Out," He said. He could tell they wanted a piece of her, "OUT!" With that, the cowards walked out quickly, not wanted to face the wrath of the Youngest Strigoi to ever kill a Leader Strigoi. He brushed the hair out of the girls face dalicately, admiring her soft features.

"And just how does this make you feel, baby?"

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[Nicole Aria Veraldi]

They were only death in my way. Strigoi were nothing but powerful creatures in the night, just waiting to be killed. waiting one-by-one to fall next to their fellow creatures of the night. They were the evil ones, we were the people to rid of those devils. When your by yourself, it's a whole different matter. They've outnumbered you, driving you to your end, making you slip up and find yourself fallen. i had the promise mark, along with a few strigoi slaying bolts. I sure wasn't the best of my class, but I was the best overall. I could handle anything that was thrown at me. Nothing could get in my way.... or so I thought.

I felt my body slam into the brick wall behind me, blurring my vision, recovering quickly as I eyed the strigoi coming after me. Clearly these devils were newborn, unable to register their own strength. In a town full of them, and moroi, why had they come for me? Was I that different from the rest of my guardians? what made me so special, that would cause strigoi to save me for last, and kill all my other guardians? Right, they did not, I was alone. Being alone during a strigoi attack was the worst of all. Seeing something in my side vision I struck out, staking the strigoi and pressing him against the wall, driving my stake upward until the last of his screams died out. Six had come for me, but now only five remained.

Dodging the attack of another I felt the hair starting to come out of my ponytail. It was a way strigoi could grab me. Glancing quickly over at Daniel, who was still on the ground. I feared for him, hoping he was okay and just knocked out. Which his revenge taken, I wanted to make my way over to him, but found myself dodging another strigoi, careful to get my hair away from him. I watched her steps closely, while trying to make my way over to his slumped body. Hearing that thud as his head had hit the brick wall had caused me to wince. Fearing for he was dead, quickly glancing once more to see breathing. I nodded to myself, feeling fingers begin to grab my hair, not before I turned and slashed my stake against his pale skin. I growled, dodging around the wailing strigoi and found myself against a wall, seeing another come near me.

He was bigger than the rest, one to take down later, quickly dodging his grabbing hand and slashed him in the back with my stake. I positioned it and whirled around, staking the one that came from behind me, catching her off guard. Seeing the was her horrible blood red eyes went blank as her body went slack. Dropping my stake along with her as I just barely dodged the big one's hand coming for me. I wiped hair from my face, seeing myself farther away from Daniel than I started. I bit my lip feeling one coming from behind. I turned, finding myself encircled. I began to feel fear taking over. I analyzed all the strigoi around me, seeing them slowly make their advance. Looking for all escape routes.

Eying my stake in the girl's chest, the body nasty looking, now starting to stink with a foul odor. Seeing a fist heading toward the side of my face I neatly dodges it, reaching for my stake, but not before feeling a foot hit hard into my gut. I doubled over, clutching my stomach. Since when had they kicked guardians? I started to stagger, hearing one laugh. "Not so tough now are you guardian?" A voice sounded behind me as I turned to feel a fist collide with my jaw. I gasped falling to the ground, vision blurry as I looked over seeing the stake closer, reaching my hand out, yanking the stake out, but not before I was yanked off the ground, stake slipping from my grasp. "Your coming with us." The same voice hissed, feeling my head hit the brick wall again, my systems failing to recharge. I took a chance and looked over at Daniel, fear in my eyes as I looked back into those horrible red ones inches from mine, feeling his breath on my cheek. "Whether you like it or not."

I felt a hand hold around my throat as I struggled for breath, kicking out with my feet, feeling them floating above the ground. My body started going under, causing my systems to collapse. My vision danced, and the last thing I heard was laughter, then everything went black.

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The hotel was empty, but only without humans. My vision cleared as I felt a zip-tie binding my hands together. I struggled against them, feeling a body beside me. My hair covered my face, though I could still see the pale body beside me, smiling wickedly. I sneered but that only earning me a slap to the back of the head. I blinked, groaning a bit as I looked around, finding myself in a car, the town lights flying by in the window. It was still night, which meant I had no idea where I was, I only hoped Daniel was alright. Feeling the car come to a stop, I was yanked out of the car, falling to the ground, my face inches from the ground as I strong hand saved me from my fall. My gray eyes searching the place, trying to make a run for it, only to have my hair pulled. I screamed a bit, finding myself being slapped, whimpering. "Shut up! And stop trying to run." The voice told me.

I felt his hand in my platinum hair, the messy tangle of it all over my face. I looked forward, seeing where the once held the sign of Vacant, worried of where they had taken me. "Where are you taking me!" I yelled, earning another backhand, only to have this one hurt the most. I fought against his hand, cutting my wrist with the tie, wincing at the pain.

I found myself in a brightly lit hotel lobby, seeing strigoi everywhere. I cringed, feeling the hand shove me forward, those red eyes of the demons watching my every move with hungry eyes. I was being led into a room, along with a group of humans.

My eyes took a while to adjust, but I found myself in a dark room, light by only a couple of lamps. I felt that hand lift off me for a split second and I bolted, kicking a strigoi, and knocking him over- only possible when you really surprise them- seeing him fall to the ground, furious. I growled, feeling myself get yanked back and into a chair. "LET GO!" I screamed fighting off those hands, only to be unsuccessful. I struggled, feeling the restrains getting tighter by the second. I winced. "OUCH! That hurt!" I snarled, only getting a laugh in return. I looked up into the eyes of my last four strigoi kidnappers. "What do you want me for!?" I yelled, shuting up when I heard the door open. I got a slap in the mouth before I could dodge it and heard screams from another room echo into my room.

"Took em' out as we was tyin' them down."

The hair was in my face by now, so I could only see those feet coming toward me. I sat still, holding my stance. I was glaring at him, blood coming from my mouth where the strigoi had slapped me. I heard him laugh and it only make me growled, sneering.

"And just how does this make you feel, baby?"

I watched as the strigoi exited the room, seeing one linger longer to look at me. I bared my teeth then turned to the one in front of me. Feeling his hand push the hair from my face. I flinched away from his hand, spitting in his face, growling. "Let me go! What do you want with me!?" I repeated the questions from earlier. "And don't you fucking touch me!" I snarled, trying to kick him but found my leg tied to the chair as well. I groaned, pulling against my ties, cutting myself more, wincing a bit as I looked at him. "Who are you?" I asked, staring into those horrible colored eyes, seeing the way they sparkle with power, only causing me to glare at him.

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[Demitri Witticer]

HELL HATH NO FURY
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The way the woman had been brought in was alost comical. Screaming such things and gettign smacked by the men who carried her in. Demitri had clapped and laugehd in joy, but the real prize was the girl. He touched her cheek again as she spoke.

"Let me go! What do you want with me!?" She yelled, but it did not faze him. Instead, he carressed her cheek, admiring her beauty. She really was too pretty to be such a lethal guardian, and even then she obviously wasn't that good. He had sent his least favorite men out there, in hopes that more of them would have died. She yelled for him to not touch her, but he just smiled crookedly, chuckling darkly.

"I don't think you are in a position to be demanding things." He said, running his hand through her hair and grabbing a fist ful of the beatiful, platinum strands. He pulled her head back harshly, revealing her beautiful neck, which he kissed lightly, just where he jugular was. He could smeel the blood pumping through her veins. But he ignored this, for the most part. Arousal was just an obviosu thing for him to go through, especially with so much power over the young woman. He stuck his tongue out and lick her straight from her cleavage al the way to her ear.

"In fact, yell at me again, baby, and you'll regret it." To say Demitri was sadistic was a true understatement. The man just liked to torment people. He grinned lightly at her, standing and staring straight into her eyes, "I suggest you stay silent." It was her one and only warning before he pulled out his... Toys. He let her hair go, yet it was only to stand back and appraise her. She truly was a beautiul creature, wide gray eyes narrowed in anger. He was sure she would say something was wasn't quie ready to give her the chance.

"So, Baby, you don't mind if I call you that right? Well too bad... I'm guessing you are wondering why I wanted you. Obviously it was very badly since I sent six of my boys out to get you." He walked around her, trailing his middle finger along her shoulders. He stroked her hair smooth down her back, and then put his hand under her chin, wrenching her whole head back, forcing her to look at him. He let his fangs run down, long and smooth until they pricked his lips.

"I'll tel, but only because I'm in a good mood," He laughed as he gave her back her head, walking across the room and grabbing a chair, setting it directly in front of her so he could talk. "I guess it's your lucky day." The chair squeecked as he sat down, and he leaned forward, getting a good look at her stony gray eyes.

"I wanted you because you are good," he said, "You are very good, and they will want you back." He snapped his fingers and a young human walked in with a tray in both hands. He handed Demitri his glass of fresh blood and scurried away, but he continued to speak.

"I plan on making an example out of you. You will not be the first Guardian changed, which is so sad, but you are the first to under go the change live on the Television." He laughed with glee, standing with blurring speed and knocking down his drink. His fangs had no way of going back in with such blood lust on the market.

But this did not matter. Drinking her blood would be apart of the program anyways. He liked the way her skin felt, and, as he had before, grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. The only thing different was that he stood over her, looking down. He touched his lips to hers lightly, letting his tongue trace along her lips. His free hand collected her cheek, jus tbarely touching it as he kissed her. He loved the feeling, the taste, the very texture of them through him into the exstacy devil's graso, sending him ove the edge.

"You are a beautiful woman. Too bad there aren't more of ou around, else I'd have you all." He was having so much fun just sitting there an looking at her, that when he heard a knock at the door to the strip club, and growled, completely dsgruntled and angry. The person who bothered him would die after giving him their message. He let her go and stalked over to the door, ripping it open, though not breaking it.

"What do you want?" He said, shutting the door behind him.

"Just... I wanted a bit of... You know, we did get her." It was the big brute who had talked earlier. Demitri grabbed the man's hair and yaned him down, wrapping his other hand around and twisting his head off. The black blood spilled out of his neck like a fountain, and only after his head was rolling quite literally down the hall was he happy. He noticed ther est of the group was sittign thee as well, too stupid to understand what just happened.

"Anyone else want a piece of her?" Three were smart, and they nodded and scurried off, but the last was either just daft or had a mental issue when he was younger. Demitri raced at him, throwing him to the ground and ripping his limbs off, rolling his torso away from his head. That too went down the hall, chasing after the first, bigger bloke he had dismembered earlier.

But that business was over. He walked back into the room, bloodsoaked and angry, and zoomed up to sit on her lap spread legged, "So, tell me, Baby, how does this make you feel?"


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Notes: lol, I feel bad for Nicole. He will get much worse though, so just ready yourself, and I promise no sexually explicit acts. Kissing her in this one was the most her was going to do.

[Nicole Aria Veraldi]

Risking your life to protect moroi, easy. Throwing yourself into battle against strigoi, no problem. Being kidnapped by one, or in my case a group, your in a shit load of trouble. When one laughs at you, clearly amused, you can only help but wondering what is so amusing to their dirty little minds. Other than blood being on their mind, they also have lust. Lust for anyone who stood in their way, mainly the women. God only knew what they did with the women they kidnap. Where they either change them right away, or even keep them around for blood whores. We were the toys, they were the operator. We only had so much time left once we were in the hands of a strigoi. It was either try and escape, and go down fighting while doing so, or let them do as they please, hoping they'd get bored. I was the fighting kind, if only my hands were not tied, literally.

The room seemed to be growing darker and darker with each passing second. Funny, the daylight was coming, but the darkness was darkening, only to swallow the room and send someone into total darkness. I was not going to stay long for that, I would fight to the death, even if that meant getting out of his hands. I would not be a strigoi's toy, but his mind seemed to set on something else entirely. It was a thought process that never ran through my head, not even the 'what would happen if a stirgoi kidnapped you, considering you are a women.' I guess I have always thought I was untouchable, strigoi never being able to get their hands on me, I was horribly wrong.

Fear? Yes, deep down inside my body I felt it, but I could not have it displayed on my face, giving him even more satisfaction than he already had. He had me, it was a good as done. No matter what i did I would never escape him, until I was saved by my fellow guardians. My mind flickered back to Daniel, who was probably dead. Feeling sadness fill my heart, slightly displayed on my face before it went hard again, glaring at the strigoi.

"I don't think you are in a position to be demanding things."

He ignored me, and for a great reason, he had the high authority here. I was merely a pawn as of now, feeling his hand slide across my skin, that coldness sending chills down my spine. I sneered feeling him slide his hand to my hair, grabbing a fist full and yanked my head back, gasping at how fast he yanked my head back. "Hmm," a small noise came from my lips as I felt his breath against my neck. I then felt his lips against my skin, in a very important spot. I swallowed, fear filling my body, and eyes showing every ounce of it.

Then came his tongue, the way it trailed up my neck to my ear. I was pretty sure what I had on before was pretty horribly torn and trashed. No jacket was left on my body, just the tank top, which was stretched out and droopy. I was sure my bra was showing and I looked like a blood whore after getting her fix from a moroi bite. I only closed my eyes, ignoring how his tongue traced my skin. I clenched my jaw shut, breathing evenly. I was completely disgusted and horrified but his actions, that showed in my attitude. Having his tongue anywhere near my breasts caused me to flinch slightly away, only to stop moving when I felt that harsh tug at my hair.

"In fact, yell at me again, baby, and you'll regret it."

A growl escaped my pink lips, filling the room. I glared at him, seeing how his eyes stared back at me, menacing. i felt my lips curl over my teeth as he let my head go, it falling back into place before I watched him closely, all the while searching for my exit. "Your disgusting, you know that?" I spat at him, my anger showing as I struggled against the ties once again, trying my best to wriggle out of them , only to feel a warm liquid running slightly down my wrists. I winced, smelling the blood. Though i kept my position, watching him with all my attention after seeing no escape for me.

"So, Baby, you don't mind if I call you that right? Well too bad... I'm guessing you are wondering why I wanted you. Obviously it was very badly since I sent six of my boys out to get you."

I growled, baring my teeth. My composer did not last long, before my head was wrenched back from my chin, my eyes immediately going to his fangs, which started to come out slowly. My gray eyes widened at the side, fear shoting through my body. It would not hurt for him to bite me, it would only start a process of changing, and being awakened. I shook my head, looking away from his fangs, closing my eyes for a minute before looking at him again. Until there was a chair in front of me, that was when I started to panic.He would give me the reason behind my kidnapping, this would be interesting.

"I wanted you because you are good," he had said, "You are very good, and they will want you back."

I only felt a frown place itself on my face, seeing the way he grinned darkly. One may say a strigoi was crazy, always thinking of blood and only blood, but they knew what their plans were. Hearing his fingers snap before a human appeared. "You think your just some hot shit, don't you?" I hissed, knowing he would be pissed with me not shutting up as I was told too. In something like this, being tied to a chair with no escape, words were the only thing I could use to earn my respect. Watching as the human left, a cup of blood placed before him. Flinching at the sight and smell of it, I looked away.

"I plan on making an example out of you. You will not be the first Guardian changed, which is so sad, but you are the first to under go the change live on the Television."

Having your mind wander during the time your enemy explains his plan to you, is a bad thing. It takes you away from the here and now. I did not have much time before I felt his hand grab my hair, once again, only t stand over me in his dark way. I gasped, feeling his lips press against mine. Yes, it was official, this strigoi was disgusting and a perv. I felt my lips press against his, his tongue tracing along them as I tried to pull away, only yo have a hand be placed on my cheek. I moaned, wishing I could kick him by now. The only way I had to distract him would be to... I let my teeth show and bit down hard on his tongue, then his lip, hoping I put him in some pain.

"You are a beautiful woman. Too bad there aren't more of you around, else I'd have you all."

A knock at the door saved my ass from being taken over by his fangs. I watched as he headed for the door, yanking against the ties, feeling one begin to loosen. I pulled more, feeling my hand start to slide through it, all with the blood providing a slippery surface. I heard some grunting at the door, then a rip. I gasped, yelping a bit as I listened for the thudding of the body parts. My stony gray eyes going wide as I saw some blood on his shirt as he walked back in. "Monster." I heard myself mutter.

"So, tell me, Baby, how does this make you feel?"

I growled, yanking my free hand to his head, hitting it to the side, using it to undo my other tie, feeling the blood coming from my cut. I glanced at him, wondering if that pissed him off, which it probably did, considering he had such a fancy for me. I yanked at the other wrist restraint and gritted my teeth, feeling uncomfortable at how he sat on my lap.

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[Demitri Witticer]

I'm a Monster;
But the Devil's
More in-
tuned to me.

He made no sound as she slapped him, sounding like a hand stopping hard on concrete. He only looked at her, snatching her hand away from untying the other one, holding it tight, squeezing as hard as he could. Demitri could feel her bones grinding together, making satisfying 'pop'ping noises. He crushed his chest into her, grabbing her face with his other hand and kissing her hard on the mouth, sliding tongues, dancing, biting. He pushed her deep into the back of the chair.

"Monster," she calls him. He laughed aloud at such pethetic words as such. "Guardian," He said back. The word was slowly becomming more and more his true name than Demitri. He liked his name though, and thought it was exier than just "Monster." He though, though only momentaril about changing his last name to the very word, but at last moment, he shook his head. Guardian was as much a bad title in his opinion as Monster was.

"Wear is proud sweetheart, it's all you will refer to one of these days." He laughed at her. She obviously had been deluding herself into think she was some sort of... Truly outstanding Guardian. She was... exceptional, but he had seen better. He had watched a short film between a Guardian and his creator. The man could move perfectly in time to the Leader, and had another not distracted him, he would have easily defeated him. He could have killed more easily and more efficiently than Demitri had done. He was strong, and he didn't want to eventually face him battle. A shame he didn't know who it was.

A crash scattered around the room, and senses told him it was just some of the more.. technical savvy. They weren't necessarily coordinated, though. All of them wore strange clothing. Some wore shorts pulled up much too high, others sagged their pants in an attempt to seem "cooler" although it didn't help much. Acne covered most of their faces, except for a few, who had only the occasional zit on the forhead or chin. One had bright red hair, and Demitri had set ot calling him 'fircrotch'. The boy was so brilliant, that the Leader was still thinking on actually letting him turn over.

He stood away from his prize, but only for a moment, and always holding her free hand. He watched them carefully, skinny, human, bodies moving around, setting up computers and cameras, watching him tentatively as they did so. He had promised them strength, speed, women, livign forever, and best of all, to take care of those who seemed fit to... hurt them. Of course, Demitri planned no such action.

The moment the duty was done, and she was turned, they would all die. Thank you for your efforts, your future awaits you, he will say to them as they are led into a room of new born Strigoi. He was save only the handsomest, more beautiful men for her darling Guardian Strigoi to dine on, having sent his best to gather them. He smiled at the fact, knowing her would surely be partaking in that little ceremony, as he was telling them.

Not long later, he was tired of holding her hand away from her like a small child. He once again tied her, although this time in a knot she would have no way of getting out of. He circled around her, looking for the best places, the most... hidden ares he could bit her. But, examples would be shown, as well. The more willing, useful she is, the less scared she will be. If she fights, lets just say she will no longer be attractive.

He chose then to show her what path she could take among her futur as a guardian. Two women walked in, well, one walked in, the other was carried.

"Would you like to become this beautiful young woman, who joined willfully," he gestured towards beautiful woman, whose black locks fell well beflow her waist. Smooth, flawless skin covered her whole body, and her eyes glowed blood red. Demitri had not been the one to change her, but it was well known that any woman of free will wanted it.

"Or," he winked at the pretty woman, who stepped away slowly, and then retreated through the door," You can look like poor Anne." The woman he was speaking truly was a grotesque sight.One of her legs had been torn off, and her right hand was no long connected to her, yet she cradled it silently. Small, weeping, black blooded tears fell from her single eye, her left having not only been taken out, but ripped straight from the socekt, leaving a ghastly hole which partss of her skull and chunks of her cheek missing. He laughed once more, waving for the man to carry her away and put her out of her misery.

"You see, he said quietly, leaning down by her, "You have two choices. Join me willingly, and stay beautifu, stay charming, stay... by my side as my mate. If you don't," he looked in the direction of loud howling as Anne was being torn to her death, "You will become a plaything for the boys."

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[Nicole Aria Veraldi]

Maybe it was faith, or even destiny. How could life be so cruel? Giving you all these challenges, but still keeping the same cruel ending. There was no escape this time, no way to fight for my escape. I was the mouse in the cats paw, the worm in the bird's sight. Nothing could stop his hands from breaking my neck, or his teeth that would surely dig into my neck and drink the life from me. I did not want to be awakened and become strigoi, no one ever wanted too, it just was not natural. Life as a strigoi was not a life I would willingly chose. But if I had a choice, either to die on the spot, or live, but with a price, I would want to live. I had no lover, no family to call my own. What did I have to lose? Friends, they were the one thing I had left.

Daniel White. He was one of those people I would consider a very good friend. Hell we could have gotten together to try it out one time before we died. But no, I was throwing away that friendship for eternal life. It would not be a fair choice, but it would be one to save myself. I was not selfish, nor was I scared of dying, but changing over would be the only way I could be brought back to life. I have heard of spirit users restoring strigoi, maybe I could be restored later on, if my strigoi mind would even remember that in the new part of my life. Killing innocents, murdering guardians and moroi, the endless killing for blood to survive, it would be the life for a strigoi, but was I that willing to give up my human self, and go into being a creature of the night.

Damn strigoi had some tough skin, hearing my hand slap him as it sent a pain up my arm. I bit my lip, seeing those eyes look at me, anger probably flaring in them before he grabbed my hand, crushing it. It hurt, the feeling of my wrist being crushed into little tiny pieces, no feeling left in it. A whimper left my lips as I cringed away from the pain, seeing that retched smile upon his face at my pain. "Ah..." A scream built up in my throat as I watched him, hearing those popping noises. It fucking hurt! My arm began to give away at the sudden crushing of it, no time to protect before his chest is crushed into mine. Feeling a freezing cold hand grab my face, hand still being crushed, and watching as his lips crush hard against mine.

Kissing was something many people were used to doing, but with a strigoi, it was very different than just some kiss of love. It coldness of it, knowing it was not full of love, only passion and power. He did not love me, he only thought I was a toy he could play with. Tongue, which was not my own, slid against mine, dancing together, finding myself kissing back, rougher. What had gotten into me? Maybe having the slightest idea that maybe if I cooperated with him, my punishment would be less than what I got now. My lips feeling him bite as I heard a low moan escape my lips as he kissed harder.

That laughter, filling the room like it did, sent chills down my spine, his kiss lingering on my lips. My face did not look pretty with disgust placing its ugly self on it. The kiss had left my body feeling a few degrees cooler than I should have felt. I shivered, hearing his laughter die down as he spoke. "Guardian." He had spat out at me, a words used after what I had called him. I tried yanking my hand free, but only found myself whimpering when the slightest movement sent a shock of horrible pain through my arm. My hand began to ache with the lack of blood flow. My face lacked it's perfect mask of hard, and formed into a look of pain and frightened as hell.

"Wear is proud sweetheart, it's all you will refer to one of these days."

My lips parted slightly as I bared my teeth, growling at him. I would not be called sweetheart by him. My face formed into something unspeakable, it looked almost.... strigoi. I glared at him. "Your a dick, strigoi!" My mouth had formed the words, my own breath uttering the sentence. I only growled at him, wondering what would become of me now. My eyes quickly snapping over to the loud echoing crash in the room. My mouth relaxed and I eyed the humans, hoping one of them would notice, although he had probably promised them something, or they would not be here today.

This was not good. I had only thought he was kidding. He was not really going to put my change on television was he? Would he really be willing to expose himself and his minions to the human world, when hey already should not know for their own safety? "You... but why?" I asked, fear seeping into my voice. What would my guardians say when they saw this? They would think lowly of me, or would they grow sad and mourn me? I moved my sight from the boy with the bright red hair and turned to look at him, fear and anger both in my eyes as I gazed up at him, seeing his eyes fixed on the scene before him. I watched as he took a step away from me, still holding my wrist tight in his hand, whimpering as the slight movement hurt once again.

I watched him closely, seeing all the equipment being set up shooting fear all through my body. Feeling my teeth dig into my lower lip, worry filling my gaze. I did not want to give up my friends or fellow guardians, or even life in the sunlight, but I had no choice. I feared that if I refused, I would surely end up dead, just like those humans would be. Catching the eye of one, who's eyes widened when he saw me. I only closed my eyes, letting my head hang low on my shoulders, feeling a tear run down my cheek. A tear? I all my life as a guardian, I had never shed a tear, now here I was, in the biggest shit I have ever been in, and a tear was escaping my eye.

I opened my eyes, seeing him let go of my hand, but only to retie it after growing tired of holding it. I felt the blood return to my hand, a sigh of relief escaping my lips as I wiggled the fingers, only to frown when the not was tied tighter. I tried to yank my hand again, feeling the dried blood crust on my wrist. I shook my head. "Just let me go, please?" I begged, cringing away from him, seeing two people walk in, one walking by herself, flawless skin and red eyes, and a man holding a gruesome looking girl in his arms. My eyes widened at the sight, flinching with pain as my eyes registered the sight of the poor girl.

"Would you like to become this beautiful young woman, who joined willfully,"

The girl was beautiful, very beautiful, but it came with a price. Her black hair, the way to cascaded down her back, flowing in the slight wind. The only thing that distracted her from that beauty would be the horrible colored eyes, the way they shone with pride, but at the same time containing all the lost souls that she had taken.

" You can look like poor Anne."

Do not ever GET me started on the poor girl. The way she looked was just pathetic, leg torn from her body, hand hanging from her torn limb, the way she just looked like a grave dug up from centuries of being buried. I only shook my head, turning away from the sight. No one should have to live like that, not even strigoi, it was just cruel. My head turned back to my strigoi, making sure 'Anne' was gone from the room before I looked at the cameras again. Seeing him look at me again, my face blank, almost green from the sight of her.

"You see, you have two choices. Join me willingly, and stay beautiful, stay charming, stay... by my side as my mate. If you don't, you will become a plaything for the boys."

His face was close to mine, my breath caught in my throat as I heard the agonizing screams coming from the poor girl. I bit my lip, fear filling me before sighing and shaking my head. "I have no choice anyway do I? If I want to live I have to join your 'side.'" she snarled a bit at the last work, sighing, "I'll join you." I finally answered shifting in my seat to look him in the eyes, seeming my own reflection; scared, worried, sadness... pathetic. I sighed, closing my eyes and looked away.

words: 1567, sorry, I had good muse! lol
tag: Demitri Witticer
muse: BITCHENLY AMAZING!!
music: Lady Gaga
outfit: torn, now that she's been beaten. use your imagination:)
thoughts: I can't wait, should she like scream in pain or anything? what should she do exactly?

[Demitri Witticer]

It was his destiny, just another part of his grad scheme, his totalitarian world was going to get bigger, and was the most powerful thing in the world. He raised his head back and roared as loud as he could, looking at the amera crew. They set their equipment slowly, moving with shaking hands, berated smile,s battered thoughts. He grinned toothily, laughing sadistically as he took her chin in his hands. She was tied to the stripper pole. There was no escape.

He was sure she had once thought she was invinsabe. Oh, how he had wanted her. One of the best, despite that othe man. He kissed her forhead, his lips setting solidly on her thin, weak skin. He watched her solidly, his red eyes peering at her own. He saw refelctions of electronics glowing, staring widely at the shaking hands, the red haired people. "You... but why?" She says. He just smiles and, in a good mood, expresses his plans.

"You are the first guardian," he paused, exchangign a look with the red head after aparticularly lard crash sounded through the room, "You will be the example. I want them to know what I have created. I want them to see how poerful we have become. No longer do we stand behind a powerful Moroi. No." He grabbed a handfull of her hair and forced her head back once again, peering quietly into her eyes, forcing her to look at him. She was so beautiful. Her hair fell through his fingers as he let go of her,his face becomming blank, expressionless.

But passion returned, "We follow ourselves, now. We do not live under ground, we do not live amongst the SHIT of mankind! We are STRIGOI!" He was excited, and he threw his hand into the air, being it back down softly, touching her shoulders, carressing them. "I have no choice anyway do I? If I want to live I have to join your 'side.'" She says, and he shakes his head.

"No, Baby. You have two choices. Become a plaything," He paused hoping the sight of Little Anne the Guardian passed behind her eyes, "Or becomming powerful, strong. Become my right hand, and becomming leader if I am destroyed. You have two choices. I hope you make the right one." He stood and moved away fro her then. His back to her, he heard the soft voice escaping her lips. "I'll join you."

He smiled, choosing to say nothing and let her accept her fate. He snapped his fingers once more, and through the doors burst to heavily muscled men. There large, brutish hands were clasped to the thin, rail like arms of a young woman. He didn't care what her name was, but she was beautiful, she was naked. Her red hair was so long that it dragged the floor mercilessly, her body curved and skin light as milk. She looked up at him in fear, grass green eyes peering at him, widening in shock.

"Master," they said in unison. They were twins, his favorite bdy guards, "you wanted her?" He nodded, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into his chest. Food he thought, oh how pretty you can be. The girl stood gape mouthed, as if in shock that she was in the hands of the lethal Lord of teh Strigoi. But Demitri only chuckled, kissing her ful, pink lips. He dragged her harshly in the darkest corner of the room, where no one could see them, and he sat her down.

He usually fed in private, but it had been too long since he had had any sustenance. He couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed her other hand, forcing them to cross over her chest, laying her hard on the floor. Her back hit it so hard her breath whoosed out of her lungs. He watched as she struggled to breath, kissing her mouth, hindering her progress by pushing her hard into the floor. He moved his way slowly down her neck, her gasping and moaning very loud and hitting his ears hard. He grimaced as she caugth her breath enough to scream. He grabbed her jaw and squeazed, crushing it. He felt her tears touch his hair as his fangs erupted, his mouth opening as his thick lips touched her neck, just in the right place.

He pricked them lightly, tasting the blood with his tongue, but at that he lost all control. With a very male groan, he bit into her neck hard, sucking the life out of her. It didn't take long, for hs ewas somewhat malneurashed, and she had picked a fight the first day she was captured. She was injued pretty nastily there, and had lost a lot of blood. No time to let her regenerate it. He reared back off of her when she was empty, her eyes glazed over, her body slack. Her sighed, slinging the useless carcass over his shoulder and handing it to the boys.

"Give it to the dogs." He said gently, and then turned to the camera crew, who were almost through with their work. Firecrotch noticed, and began working double time, rushing the other hushed boys into their work. He was bored with this soon though, and was sitting in his red velvet throne while they finished, his eyes somewhat glazed over in thought.

"Highness," Firecothc said, bowing to him. Demitru smiled at that. It had a sort of ring to it. He nodded for him to continue, "It is done." He stood, passing the owing boy and looking at their handiwork, smiling.

"Good." Was all he said as he walked to the Guardian. He sat next to her, throwing his arms over her shoulders and kissing her cheek.

"In three, two, and...." He pointed the one finger up, and Demitri smiled to the camera, clearing his throat.

"Hello there. I am Demitri Witticer, the new King of the Strigoi. I would ask how you are, Queen, but at the moment it doesn't so matter. What does matter, is this prescious angel so comfortably next to me." He pulled her head back and pointed it to the camera. He smiled, kissing her temple, his fangs running down.

"This is Nicole Veraldi, one of your best guardians. A shame you didn't keep her better protected. Here tonight, I am showing you what it is to make a Strigoi, and how much more powerful we are than you think," he paused, burshing the hair out of her face, keeping a hard grip on her hair.

"But remember, Queen, we are always holding back."


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Muse: OK
Music: IDK
Notes: AMAZING

[Nicole Aria Veraldi]

Life would never be the same, whether it is living as an alive creature of the night, or a walking corpse doomed to feed off the innocent lives of many other living souls. If your whole mind, body, and soul always having that lust for blood, you don't really think about much else. Those red eyes you look out of, frightening anyone who dares sneak a peek. As the fangs run down, sinking into the flesh of the body, hearing those screams fill your ears, the blood pumped with adrenaline through their body, sending you into a frenzy. Once you became a strigoi, that's what life is like for you, blood lust and death.

The living dead should never be allowed to live. A body wondering around, without a heartbeat, was unnatural. What would become of me? Could I be saved, brought back into myself, being haunted by those memories, memories of those screams, keeping me awake at night. Life was cruel, my life would end, it had been decided... by someone else.

Cameras were being set up, one by one, ready to capture the torture and awaken of my strigoi soul, a soul that would send me to hell once I died. Would I even care? Or would my body adjust to the new soul that had been changed and never want any hands on me. What had I told Daniel? "If I ever become strigoi, I do not want you to hesitate to kill me." I had told him not long ago, when life was perfect and wonderful. A life of beating hearts and love. A kiss on my forehead had cut me from my inner thoughts. Tears threatened to get past my eyes, pushing at my soul, only to have them fought back.

"You will be the example. I want them to know what I have created. I want them to see how powerful we have become. No longer do we stand behind a powerful Moroi. No."

The anger in his voice, the furious tone, added onto the fear that had been building in my heart. His hand felt not much better. My head snapped back, my fear filled eyes staring at his. A soft gasp escaping my lips as I flinched at the pain, my hands pulling at the rope that bound them together. My head falling back into place as he let go, my platinum hair falling down my shoulders, my hair-tie long gone by now. His hands thrown in the hair, fear for being smacked, when they laid upon my shoulders. My eyes stared into his, searching for something that would lead to my escape.

A flash of Anne ran through my mind, causing me to wince and cringe away from him, knowing I would never get very far, considering the back of the chair was stopping me from moving anywhere. Before seeing him turn and snap his fingers. When my eyes went to the door, seeing two more strigoi, I could not help but struggle in the bounds again. Seeing a girl tied to a pole, hanging there naked. I could not look, but that was the only thing in the room where everyone's eyes were. Their eyes were in awe, but mine were wide with fear. The way they carried her in, almost knowing what was to happen.

The way he kissed her, held her so closely, only to devour her until her soul had been sucked dry. Kissing her pink lips, I began to see how he was moving. I narrowed my eyes, seeing him doing something with his body, then he was dragging her into the corner. I could not see from the angle I was given to watch. I did watch closely as he slammed her against the ground, that strong crushing her jaw like it was a piece of burnt toast, easily crush able. I flinched, wondering what would happen to me, if I were the meal. Seeing her body go limp as he stood, slinging the body over his shoulder. "Animal..." I muttered, growling a bit as I watched that naked carcass being handed over to the two men, carried out.

"It is done."

All thoughts of the girl disappeared into thin air when I heard the human's voice. My body froze, face going blank as I watched him, seeing that smile creep over the strigoi's face as he answered, walking over to me. I cringed away, trying my best to move away, only to be stopped by his hand going over my shoulders. I gave a disgusted look, looking toward the camera, fear shone in my eyes.

Having my head yanked back several times did not help with the way I was feeling. My body hurt enough already, and every time he yanked my head back it sent a shock through my body. I was aware I was on camera, but I would not give him the satisfaction of my obeying. Hearing him speak, a kiss was planted on my temple, throwing my head into his and shoving with my body as much as I could, fighting against him. I growled, moving my leg to kick him, seeing as they forgot to bound those. A snarl escaped my lips. "Get off me!" The voice sounded strong, but was shaky with fear.

I could not manage much with my head pulled back, before feeling his fingers brush away the stray strands. I spit at him, yanking at the rope, feeling it cutting at my wrists. "Jack ass." I hissed, trying to pull my head away from him, trying to fight back, with whatever energy I could manage to fight back with considering my condition.

words: 1006
muse: okay
outfit: you already know that!
music: iTunes
thoughts: Wasn't much to leave with since he was left with words, not actions lol hope it is repliable though!

[Demitri Witticer]

OOC. Gonna pull out a little history of Demitri, help understanding a little bit.... Im using the space so you can let her waft in the agony and disgust of having to drink his blood and being bit, though he will be gentle.

The tape rolled on. He took his time, walking around his prey. His eyes were wide, nostrils flaring, breathing in deeply the scent of her. His lips twitched, broke into a ruthless smile. He lashed out with one Van clad foot and kicked a leg out from the chair Miss Nicole sat in. The leg pierced the wall like a stake in the heart just as the chair collapsed to the ground. Instead of laughing, the maniacal villain stared down at her, smiling.

In hindsight, Demitri had been a Moroi once, only no new of his true past. He was old, old in a Strigoi sense, though her looked as if her hadn't seen 27 birthdays. He grabbed the girl by the shoulder, her arms still tied tightly behind her back, and pulled into a standing position, the shattered chair allowing him to do so. His eyes narrowed as his other hands latched on her neck, squeezing hard, cutting off any breath. He sighed, unsatisfied.

"I hope you see, Queenie, that though it is simple to take our lives, we also have that same power." He released his grip on the girl's neck, and then used his incredible speed to spin her like a top, forcing her to face the camera. He kicked at the back on her knees, sending her to the floor, kneeled down, and pulled her head back by her hair, gently this time. He smiled into the camera as he lifted his hand to his mouth, fangs extended. He bit into his skin, to him, it was soft, almost human. His teeth pierced through, and the sickly black blood came streaming into his mouth, quick and fluid. He took his bleeding wrist and pushed it against the girl's mouth, hard. The force pushed past her lips, the blood gushing so quickly through them there was no time fight. He demonstrated their speed, reflexes.

"You see, I am a thinker, Queen. I can train my children, I can make the see." He When he felt enough blood had been swallowed and was settling deep in Nicole's belly, he pulled his wrist away from her. As the flesh on his arm healed, he used her hair to move her head to the side, her neck exposed and pale, the faint blue of the jugular pulseing hard. He looked into the camera once more, smiling before biting hard....

He leaned against the wall, head down, dark hair floating in front of his face, distorting the features in the dimly lit room. She was on the ground, her face stuck in horror, half her neck torn away in his aggression, his need for her beautiful blood. But there was horror behind his hidden face. What had he done? He looked into his hands, blood soaked, damned. The front of his clothes were so damaged as well, dripping with life's nectar. Tears fell from his eyes unbidden as he stared at her.

She was dead.

Demitri had never killed before. Not in his human life, at least. His sire had told him what would happen. Upon waking from the change, hunger would consume him, though whatever was left in his humanity would come through, as well. He went straight to the person he trusted the most, his sister. Well, his foster parent's daughter. Dehlia, was her name, and she was beautiful. He loved her, and not int he brother sister way. He had gone into their home know what kind of person she was, and she accepted that, mentored him, helped him sign up for multiple sports, helped him get his anger out, and above all, let him love.

And now she was on the floor of her eccentric apartment, dead, with her throat ripped out, body sucked dry of it's life force. He didn't mean to. He knocked her door down with a single "tap" of his fist, he only meant to know. He saw her face, etched in his mind, fear, worry. Her eyes were wide, but she held her arms open as he walked into them, wrapping his arms as gently as he could around her waist. She pushed him back so she could look in his face. A single tear fell from his eye before he heard it, that thump, thumping of her heart. He looked at her neck, her words blurring, and then all went black.

Fear over took him. He ran with his new found speed, ran all the way back to where his creator said he would be hwne he had fed, and he was, he was there. Demitri fell to his knees, "Why! Why didn't you tell me! I didn't have to go to her! I could have done this to someone else!"

But the tall man said nothing, did nothing, only turned away from his new progeny before saying one line, "Oh, the plans I have for you child...." Before he dissapeared.

He finished her blood and pulled his head back, looking at the ceiling. Oh, the wonder! How glorious her blood had tasted! The red stuff clung to his clothes, seeped from his full lips, now colored with her color. He smiled at her before standing up, letting her fall lifelessly to the ground. Shrugging from his blazer, he dropped it onto her before snapping his blood soaked fingers together. Two minions appeared, and grabbed the girl gingerly by the arms, dragging her to another room. He watched her go, his look lethal. Her blood was gone, new, black, powerful blood now forming through her veins. He smiled at the thought.

He turned to the camera crew, smiling. He thought of what his face must look like. Blood covering his mouth and chin, dripping down to his chest. His white button up shirt was stained so brightly with the stuff, vivid in the lights. The camera stopped rolling and they all stood before him. Demitri snapped his fingers and the doors to the room opened once more, lights flickering ominously as four Strigoi powered their way in.

He turned on his heal and headed for the door, the feeling of confusion that emanated from the camera crew was almost tangible as he faced them at the doors, watching his henchmen stare at the humans with hunger, speaking towards them in his fatherly voice, "Have a good meal, boys." He shut the door just in the time for his message to sink in, and the screams to begin again. He sighed and walked with vampire speed to the door to the room where the girl was. Nicole. She reminded him of Dehlia, only Del had been dark with meditteranean lineage. Nicole, she was fragile, now. But soon she wouldn't be. He stood outside her room.... waiting.

OOC. Take you time. Her arms are still tied behind her back, but you can control the two minions and have a lot of time for her to think and feel