Post by silent.lullaby on Nov 3, 2010 19:50:12 GMT -5
Dusk .::Chapter 27::. Compelled
“Aries,” Calum whispered weakly, his strength ebbing after minutes of her sucking his life force from his body. “Please...”
“What?” She whispered back, her voice a song and taunting him with each syllable. “Please what?”
“Don’t do this,” he whispered desperate to keep her talking, keep her from taking any more from him, he wasn’t sure how much he had left. Red had ebbed into his vision, mouth had gone dry scents and sounds were fading away. “Please, don’t do this.”
“You sound so weak,” she responded quietly. “Maybe I should stop.” He breathed a sigh of relief before she finished, “I’d hate to run a tap dry and never have another drop. I really should let you replenish, so I can drink from you over, and over, and over again.” She tapped his nose lightly, a playful gesture that gave him the chills.
The door slammed open and Aerabella jumped back the length of half the room, landing in a crouch facing the door, teeth still out, blood dripping from her chin a growl erupting from her throat. She wasn’t the only one growling though, werewolves. Two of them, hunched over preparing to strike, neither of them paid any attention to Calum, both had their sights locked on Aerabella.
Calum’s reddened sight flickered around the room, werewolves, his wife, his young... friend? His eyes flicked back to his wife, who wore a look of complete and utter concentration. The werewolves growled and his attention went back to them as he made an effort to roll onto his back so he wouldn’t be such an open target.
One of the werewolves lunged, Calum cringed, Aerabella jumped over the wolf that had pounced at her, but the other caught her by the leg and threw her down to the ground, the marble tiles cracked and sprayed shards at everything near by. Blood scented the room, and Calum couldn’t help his teeth from slashing through his gums. The blood scent was off though to him, wolf scent, it was to strong a scent, too strange. But Aerabella’s blood scented the room too and in his state there would be nothing he’d like better than to bite into her and drink back what she’d taken.
He shakily got to his feet, as the second wolf went for Aerabella’s throat. The scent of her blood overtook everything. He fought for control, his years helping him, but his thirst desperate to make him fall. He wanted to both help Aerabella from the wolves, but also just get them out of the way so he could drink from her. His entire body shook with starvation.
“Calum, I can’t hold her for much longer.” Oliva murmured, her concentration still on the fighting when he finally looked to her.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t have time to answer, please, subdue her before I loose control.”
“I can’t fight in this condition.”
“Don’t worry about the wolves, just pin her.”
The wolves backed off as he approached. Aerabella’s eyes were wide with fright, her throat was all but missing, though it was already slowly, very slowly, healing. He flipped her to her stomach and pressed his knee into her lower back. He looked to Olivia who slowly slipped from consciousness. The two werewolves paced for a few seconds before he seen their eyes look confused. One of them whined and poked Aerabella lightly with it’s muzzle. Then the werewolf begun to grow looking dead at Calum.
***
“Do not attack him.” The wolf turned to the door at the same time Calum did.
Calum recognized Michael Williams, but not the man who stood with him. “This is Warren, Calum, please... release my daughter.”
“She’s still fighting,” Calum responded, “she’ll go for my throat if I let her up again.”
Michael sighed and walked over kneeling beside her, he then looked to the door, “Viv, get in here, I need you.” Vivian poked her head in first, smartly assessing the situation before blurring over and kneeling beside her daughter and husband. “Give her your blood.”
Vivian nodded and cut her wrist with a piece of broken marble. “Here sweetheart, drink this.” She pressed her wrist to her daughter’s lips and felt the tear of teeth, a quick moment of pain before a numbness. She glared at Calum, “get off my daughter.”
Calum moved slowly and Michael assessed him. “Warren, run into the kitchen and grab a few blood bags.”
“Got it.”
Warren was back a few moments later and Calum took the blood bags gratefully. Michael then turned his attentions to the werewolves, “are they yours?”
“Yes, though it seems they were compelled by a vampire.” Warren glared icily at his vampire counter-part.
“Let them speak for themselves, shift.”
The two wolves shifted back. Wolfgang and Skyler stood naked. “Skyler,” Warren breathed, his own son, anger set his face in a mask of hatred.
Wolfgang looked to Aerabella the gaping wound where her throat had once been. “Did I do that?” He whispered and when no one answered he yelled it, “DID I DO THAT?”
“Yes,” Calum responded, “now who the hell are you?”
“Who compelled you?” Warren asked the wolves ignoring Calum’s demands.
Skyler and Wolfgang looked to each other, respectively to each others faces refusing to acknowledge they were naked, though it happened a lot with werewolves, it didn’t make it any less awkward to see your best friend naked. They both then looked to Warren, “I don’t know,” Skyler said plainly. Wolfgang took longer to think about it, but responded the same way.
Warren sighed, “well, process of elimination. Aerabella would get you two to attack her, and in her state, it’s hard to say wether she’d have the mental abilities to do so.”
“Why don’t we go with Aerabella would never bite me than argue her mental capabilities,” Wolfgang responded hotly. He looked back to her, her throat was healing, but the blood she was drinking was constantly just spilling out the hole and down her chest, bile rose in his throat and he swallowed it rather than seem weak, he turned away.
“Fine,” Warren responded putting his hands up, “I know she’s your friend.” He then turned to Calum, “did you do this?”
“What? No!” Calum responded just as heatedly as Wolfgang, he took a step forward and the world spun he took three steps back and crashed into the wall.
“Calum?” Michael got to his feet from where he was by Vivian. “You alright?”
“Not really, Olivia, is she okay?” Everyone in the room turned when they heard a groan, the blonde looked up and she sighed. “You did this?” Calum asked whispering.
“She was going to kill you.”
“You bit minors. Werewolf minors, you compelled them to do your biding.”
She swallowed hard, “Calum... listen...please,” she begged.
“No,” he responded instantly. “I will not condone what you have done, I will not use what power, or privilege I have, nor the sway I have with the council to help you out of this one. What were you thinking?”
“You’re so quick to abandon me Cal.” She said scornfully. “I’m your wife!”
“You compelled werewolf minors, even if there wasn’t a law against that, it would still be wrong in my eyes.”
Aerabella moaned as her mother took her wrist from her mouth. “It’s all going to be okay now Aerabella,” Vivian looked into her eldest daughter’s eyes, “sleep now.” And out she was.
“How did you do that?” Wolfgang asked, momentarily forgetting his nakedness.
Vivian blushed and turned away from him as soon as she’d looked. “A vampire mother’s blood has healing properties to that of her children. And as long as my blood is in her system she has no choice but to listen to me. Hopefully it will heal her mentally, or at least detox her long enough to get Calum’s blood out of her system.”
“I might be overstepping,” Warren said, “but curiosity insists I ask. Why did his blood effect her so?”
“He’s an elder’s grandson, and has over a century on my daughter,” Michael responded seeing no harm in indulging Warren with the information. He didn’t want to start a fight with the werewolf elder to protect something that really, was no secret. “It’s like instead of starting with a cigarette, she skipped right to heroin.”
“Is someone going to untie me or what?” Olivia demanded.
Calum, Michael and Warren looked to each other. “She’s your wife,” Michael said with a barely contained distain, as if he’d just realized what it truly meant. “Will you object if we take her?”
Calum looked to Olivia, her eyes wide and begging. “Cal... please.” Tears brimmed and spilled flowing down her face. “I did this to protect you.”
“You couldn’t have ever guessed this would happen,” Calum responded sadly. “No,” he answered.
“You traitorous bastard!” Olivia sobbed, “you just want me gone so you can be with that young slut!”
Michael had her head in his hands and she silenced in utter fear. “I’d snap your neck and feed you just enough for it to heal so I can do it again.”
“But?” Olivia braved.
“But I think you’re Warren’s.” He looked up to the werewolf elder. “You bit and compelled his minor charges. Do you wish to punish her under your court, or shall I punish her under mine?”
“I’ll take the bitch,” Warren responded. “I can’t have vampires thinking I’ll go soft and let them compel my children.” He walked over and crouched in front of her. “You bit two of my charges, but you were so stupid to bite my own son.” Olivia’s eyes widened and she turned to Calum who looked away.
“Calum, I hate to overstep, but... they’re naked.... and.”
“Got it, laundry’s down the hall, second door on the right. There should be something that will at least cover them up.”
“Boys, go.”
Skyler and Wolfgang both walked down the hall. Warren then untied Olivia who tried to run for it, but Warren grabbed her by the neck and choke-slammed her. “You didn’t really think that was going to work... did you?”
Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, she looked to Calum, “I had to protect you, I had to.”
Warren broke her neck swiftly, “you think she has enough to heal that?”
“Yes,” Michael responded, “you probably go about fifteen minutes.”
“Boys, hurry up!”
“Coming! Jeeze,” Skyler responded coming back the pants far to long like flippers over his feet, the t-shirt fit a little better. Wolfgang came back, taller than Skyler but still had to cuff the jeans so he wouldn’t step on them.
Warren hoisted Olivia over his shoulder, “thank you Michael.” Michael nodded respectfully. “For what it is worth, I’m sorry about what happened to your daughter.”
“Thank you.”
“Calum... sorry about your wife.” Warren said.
Calum nodded gravely. The three werewolves and Olivia left.
Calum turned to look at Aerabella but found himself cut off by Michael. “I believe you have some explaining to do.” Calum swallowed hard.
“Aries,” Calum whispered weakly, his strength ebbing after minutes of her sucking his life force from his body. “Please...”
“What?” She whispered back, her voice a song and taunting him with each syllable. “Please what?”
“Don’t do this,” he whispered desperate to keep her talking, keep her from taking any more from him, he wasn’t sure how much he had left. Red had ebbed into his vision, mouth had gone dry scents and sounds were fading away. “Please, don’t do this.”
“You sound so weak,” she responded quietly. “Maybe I should stop.” He breathed a sigh of relief before she finished, “I’d hate to run a tap dry and never have another drop. I really should let you replenish, so I can drink from you over, and over, and over again.” She tapped his nose lightly, a playful gesture that gave him the chills.
The door slammed open and Aerabella jumped back the length of half the room, landing in a crouch facing the door, teeth still out, blood dripping from her chin a growl erupting from her throat. She wasn’t the only one growling though, werewolves. Two of them, hunched over preparing to strike, neither of them paid any attention to Calum, both had their sights locked on Aerabella.
Calum’s reddened sight flickered around the room, werewolves, his wife, his young... friend? His eyes flicked back to his wife, who wore a look of complete and utter concentration. The werewolves growled and his attention went back to them as he made an effort to roll onto his back so he wouldn’t be such an open target.
One of the werewolves lunged, Calum cringed, Aerabella jumped over the wolf that had pounced at her, but the other caught her by the leg and threw her down to the ground, the marble tiles cracked and sprayed shards at everything near by. Blood scented the room, and Calum couldn’t help his teeth from slashing through his gums. The blood scent was off though to him, wolf scent, it was to strong a scent, too strange. But Aerabella’s blood scented the room too and in his state there would be nothing he’d like better than to bite into her and drink back what she’d taken.
He shakily got to his feet, as the second wolf went for Aerabella’s throat. The scent of her blood overtook everything. He fought for control, his years helping him, but his thirst desperate to make him fall. He wanted to both help Aerabella from the wolves, but also just get them out of the way so he could drink from her. His entire body shook with starvation.
“Calum, I can’t hold her for much longer.” Oliva murmured, her concentration still on the fighting when he finally looked to her.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t have time to answer, please, subdue her before I loose control.”
“I can’t fight in this condition.”
“Don’t worry about the wolves, just pin her.”
The wolves backed off as he approached. Aerabella’s eyes were wide with fright, her throat was all but missing, though it was already slowly, very slowly, healing. He flipped her to her stomach and pressed his knee into her lower back. He looked to Olivia who slowly slipped from consciousness. The two werewolves paced for a few seconds before he seen their eyes look confused. One of them whined and poked Aerabella lightly with it’s muzzle. Then the werewolf begun to grow looking dead at Calum.
***
“Do not attack him.” The wolf turned to the door at the same time Calum did.
Calum recognized Michael Williams, but not the man who stood with him. “This is Warren, Calum, please... release my daughter.”
“She’s still fighting,” Calum responded, “she’ll go for my throat if I let her up again.”
Michael sighed and walked over kneeling beside her, he then looked to the door, “Viv, get in here, I need you.” Vivian poked her head in first, smartly assessing the situation before blurring over and kneeling beside her daughter and husband. “Give her your blood.”
Vivian nodded and cut her wrist with a piece of broken marble. “Here sweetheart, drink this.” She pressed her wrist to her daughter’s lips and felt the tear of teeth, a quick moment of pain before a numbness. She glared at Calum, “get off my daughter.”
Calum moved slowly and Michael assessed him. “Warren, run into the kitchen and grab a few blood bags.”
“Got it.”
Warren was back a few moments later and Calum took the blood bags gratefully. Michael then turned his attentions to the werewolves, “are they yours?”
“Yes, though it seems they were compelled by a vampire.” Warren glared icily at his vampire counter-part.
“Let them speak for themselves, shift.”
The two wolves shifted back. Wolfgang and Skyler stood naked. “Skyler,” Warren breathed, his own son, anger set his face in a mask of hatred.
Wolfgang looked to Aerabella the gaping wound where her throat had once been. “Did I do that?” He whispered and when no one answered he yelled it, “DID I DO THAT?”
“Yes,” Calum responded, “now who the hell are you?”
“Who compelled you?” Warren asked the wolves ignoring Calum’s demands.
Skyler and Wolfgang looked to each other, respectively to each others faces refusing to acknowledge they were naked, though it happened a lot with werewolves, it didn’t make it any less awkward to see your best friend naked. They both then looked to Warren, “I don’t know,” Skyler said plainly. Wolfgang took longer to think about it, but responded the same way.
Warren sighed, “well, process of elimination. Aerabella would get you two to attack her, and in her state, it’s hard to say wether she’d have the mental abilities to do so.”
“Why don’t we go with Aerabella would never bite me than argue her mental capabilities,” Wolfgang responded hotly. He looked back to her, her throat was healing, but the blood she was drinking was constantly just spilling out the hole and down her chest, bile rose in his throat and he swallowed it rather than seem weak, he turned away.
“Fine,” Warren responded putting his hands up, “I know she’s your friend.” He then turned to Calum, “did you do this?”
“What? No!” Calum responded just as heatedly as Wolfgang, he took a step forward and the world spun he took three steps back and crashed into the wall.
“Calum?” Michael got to his feet from where he was by Vivian. “You alright?”
“Not really, Olivia, is she okay?” Everyone in the room turned when they heard a groan, the blonde looked up and she sighed. “You did this?” Calum asked whispering.
“She was going to kill you.”
“You bit minors. Werewolf minors, you compelled them to do your biding.”
She swallowed hard, “Calum... listen...please,” she begged.
“No,” he responded instantly. “I will not condone what you have done, I will not use what power, or privilege I have, nor the sway I have with the council to help you out of this one. What were you thinking?”
“You’re so quick to abandon me Cal.” She said scornfully. “I’m your wife!”
“You compelled werewolf minors, even if there wasn’t a law against that, it would still be wrong in my eyes.”
Aerabella moaned as her mother took her wrist from her mouth. “It’s all going to be okay now Aerabella,” Vivian looked into her eldest daughter’s eyes, “sleep now.” And out she was.
“How did you do that?” Wolfgang asked, momentarily forgetting his nakedness.
Vivian blushed and turned away from him as soon as she’d looked. “A vampire mother’s blood has healing properties to that of her children. And as long as my blood is in her system she has no choice but to listen to me. Hopefully it will heal her mentally, or at least detox her long enough to get Calum’s blood out of her system.”
“I might be overstepping,” Warren said, “but curiosity insists I ask. Why did his blood effect her so?”
“He’s an elder’s grandson, and has over a century on my daughter,” Michael responded seeing no harm in indulging Warren with the information. He didn’t want to start a fight with the werewolf elder to protect something that really, was no secret. “It’s like instead of starting with a cigarette, she skipped right to heroin.”
“Is someone going to untie me or what?” Olivia demanded.
Calum, Michael and Warren looked to each other. “She’s your wife,” Michael said with a barely contained distain, as if he’d just realized what it truly meant. “Will you object if we take her?”
Calum looked to Olivia, her eyes wide and begging. “Cal... please.” Tears brimmed and spilled flowing down her face. “I did this to protect you.”
“You couldn’t have ever guessed this would happen,” Calum responded sadly. “No,” he answered.
“You traitorous bastard!” Olivia sobbed, “you just want me gone so you can be with that young slut!”
Michael had her head in his hands and she silenced in utter fear. “I’d snap your neck and feed you just enough for it to heal so I can do it again.”
“But?” Olivia braved.
“But I think you’re Warren’s.” He looked up to the werewolf elder. “You bit and compelled his minor charges. Do you wish to punish her under your court, or shall I punish her under mine?”
“I’ll take the bitch,” Warren responded. “I can’t have vampires thinking I’ll go soft and let them compel my children.” He walked over and crouched in front of her. “You bit two of my charges, but you were so stupid to bite my own son.” Olivia’s eyes widened and she turned to Calum who looked away.
“Calum, I hate to overstep, but... they’re naked.... and.”
“Got it, laundry’s down the hall, second door on the right. There should be something that will at least cover them up.”
“Boys, go.”
Skyler and Wolfgang both walked down the hall. Warren then untied Olivia who tried to run for it, but Warren grabbed her by the neck and choke-slammed her. “You didn’t really think that was going to work... did you?”
Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, she looked to Calum, “I had to protect you, I had to.”
Warren broke her neck swiftly, “you think she has enough to heal that?”
“Yes,” Michael responded, “you probably go about fifteen minutes.”
“Boys, hurry up!”
“Coming! Jeeze,” Skyler responded coming back the pants far to long like flippers over his feet, the t-shirt fit a little better. Wolfgang came back, taller than Skyler but still had to cuff the jeans so he wouldn’t step on them.
Warren hoisted Olivia over his shoulder, “thank you Michael.” Michael nodded respectfully. “For what it is worth, I’m sorry about what happened to your daughter.”
“Thank you.”
“Calum... sorry about your wife.” Warren said.
Calum nodded gravely. The three werewolves and Olivia left.
Calum turned to look at Aerabella but found himself cut off by Michael. “I believe you have some explaining to do.” Calum swallowed hard.