Destroy Mind and Body. [Dark Fang;Hiro;Erif] [R]

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isis;;


After a while, her injured body began to tell her mind to get moving, to wake up. And so it did. Though Isis never opened her eyes, she was conscious, having a sense of being moved. Her neck hurt, along with her chest, once perfect and unharmed, now bleeding, both breasts bloody and bare. As well, Isis could feel a certain spot on her back throbbing, and she knew that was where Dark Fang had pouned her so mercilessly. A small whimper escaped her lips as whoever was holding her moved Isis, body limp and filled with pain.

The next sense, besides touch and pain, was hearing. The two were alone, as far as Isis could tell. There was no other footsteps of breathing besides the duo's own. One of the necromancer's hand came up to feel the wrist where the second, and most permanent, tracker was. It seemed to be there still, not removed. Isis was sure she would have felt that, for it was embedded within her skin. Pain would have woken her from wherever her mind had currently been. Her eyelids fluttered open for just a moment, before closing quickly. She knew exactly where they were, having spent enough time here. Isis had been traded off when her usefulness reached zero, and she could tell they were within the Underground, where most of the Lycans resided. Another small whimper escaped her as her body was moved, rougher this time, touching on one of her injuries. Isis had a human body, not meant for anything brutal, no special powers, though she had obtained them, through no fault of her own. Getting tortured by an insane Lycan wasn't something this body was prepared for.

[darkdrago889]

He ran until he felt it was safe to stop. He looks around seeing a dark room. "Oh can I get a room? ME and the wife here are looking for a good time." He nods to himself changing the tone of his voice. "Why yes sir we do have a room open for you and your wife. Here is the key you will need for the room" Changes back to his normal handing himself a fake key. "Why....Thank you my good man!" He hands himself fake money and changes his tone again. "Why sir you are too generous! This enough for the motel! Why you are much more mannered then the other lycans!" He makes a snapping noise, making it looked he killed someone and laughed. He holds Isis hy her pits like a baby her breast moving as she moved. "You can stop faking now! We are going to have alot of fun baby!"

He walks into the dark room happily with his new sex toy. Doing a spin as they walked in throwing her body to the side. Taking off his ninja shirt. "Oh what a day at the office. A man needs his wife to confort him." He pulled out a knife and cuts her cheek. "Don't be rude to your husband!" Then back hands her face. "Come on now...Don't you be stupid."

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Isis was in a half-dazed state, frightened worse than she ever was before, and she had faced a lot. He moved her again, and she looked at Dark Fang, fear undisguised. Biting her lip as the knife cut through her skin, Isis was shaking uncontrollably, hands coming up to cover her chest, and then being back-handed. She let out a small cry of pain, shrinking away from the Lycan. Isis hated this, hated the predicament she was in.

Her eyes widened more, and then closed, shaking her head at what he wanted. Isis was a virgin, having never been with anybody before, and now, he would know. The pain that would come at his hands would now be doubled, no doubt. "Please, no . . anything but that." Her breath was coming in quick gasps, and her heartbeat was faster than it should be. Isis was begging him, grovelling to a Lycan again. The necromancer's voice shook as she spoke, praying to whatever diety there was that this would end well for her. It seemed as though her hell was just beginning.

[darkdrago889]

He walked over to her, being in absolute control and devilish smile on his more devilish face. He licked his teeth lustfully for the human slave. He cracks a whip and whips her on her back. "Yes.....SCREAM WORM!!!! SQRIUM BITCH! SHOW ME YOUR FEAR!" He whips her and using a hand to rip off her lower robe. "ASK FOR MY MERCY YOU GOD DAMN WHORE!" He goes to a calm moment for just a short moment lowering the front of his pants his manhood hanging out and about.

"Be a good slave and obey your current master." He giggles insanely rubbing his fingers on his mouth cracking the whip once more onto her back. "Oh baby, Oh baby." He said being the horny bastard that he was. He fingers, with his index finger, her roughly his claw, cutting some of her skin. "Oh....You like this you whore!" He slaps her ass with his hand almost as hard as he could.

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There was pain, worse than she had ever felt, and she screamed, full of fear and hurt, feeling the whip cut her skin harshly again. Isis gave another cry, trembling, unable to breathe, breath coming in quicker gasps, biting on her lower lip, the small bit of obdience in Isis kicking in. "Please stop! Please!" A small sob came from her, barely heard. "Anything, anything but this. . " More pain came, and more tears came to her eyes, body weak, as well as the mind. Something torn internally, and she cried out, begging him to stop again. Naked fully, there were more tears, and more pain to her backside. There was no savior for her, she realized slowly, getting further and further into despair.

Her back was raw, bloody and no longer flawless, no doubt making Fang happy. Whimpering under his touch, along with the pain that it brought, she attempted to scuttle away, sobbing, bloody and absolutely terrified of the man before her. She would give him nothing, but her screams were already because of him. "Get your hands off me."

[darkdrago889]

"I WANT YOU TO SCREAM!!! SCREAM!" He takes out a night stick and hits her ass with it. "Come on just scream...BUT!!!!....Those little cries of yours is awfully cute." He uses his ring finger and middle to deeply finger her. He pulls them out and puts the finger into her mouth. "How do you like the taste of yourself? This should shut you up for a moment." He love the fact that she was trying to struggle. "I asked you to scream not to fight back, there is a difference you know." Hearing a noise hee licked the blood from his knife and threw it to the direction of the noise, a loud THUMP followed it, a body it was a hunter. He didn't really care. He licks her ear. Grabbing her ass hard.

"You know your not in a position to be talking anymore. Or telling me what I should do." He gets a terrible idea even for a lycan. "Oh ho, ho, ho. This is going to hurt...You..." He laughs as he enters her roughly. Putting the nightstick up her ass. Hearing his lord was coming quickly with great speed. He won't be pleased with this, but hell he was having fun and he was going to see more of Isis seen soon enough. He laughs hard and he thurst her again, pulling her hair back.

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Her lower lip was bleeding from Isis biting on it so hard, keeping in the screams that were dying to get out. The taste in her mouth was coppery, mixed with something she had never tasted before. Odd, and unique, but terrifying as well. She whimpered, not wanting to scream for Fang, still defiant, just that small, little bit of her. His smart comments slightly infuriated her, but she was tiring. Human bodies weren't made to take this kind of abuse, especially those of women. Another sob came from her, body shaking terribly, and then the screams she was commanded to give, pain errupting from deep inside her.

It felt as though some deity hated her, wanted to cause her pain, destroying her fom the inside out. The pain spread, and Isis gave up the fight, defeat visable by the way her hysterical sobs mixed with her screams, completely inhuman, reaching a pitch that only someone in her postition could produce, the fear taking over anything and everything. Another scream came, followed by more, each time he thrust into her, head pulled back.

Her heart was going at a rate that it shouldn't be, too fast and too slow at the same time. That was her breaking point, when nothing mattered anymore. Isis didn't care, nothing was of her concern. Had Lucius wanted to break her, all he had to do was rape the necromancer. She was traumatized, and nothing would help her get to the point she had previously been at. Dark Fang was right, this was a life changing experience. She was bleeding internally, from her womanhood before, and now where the nightstick was. Isis whimpered more, the Lycan's victory over her evident.

[darkdrago889]

He bends over to lick the blood from her back. "Your blood....It's so....Yummy. Hot, gushy, and the most overwhelming taste of fear and hate my dear." He rubs her sides with his hands, down to her breast. "Oh I haven't had virgin in such a long time." Her womanhood was wet, mixed with blood and her other juices. "Damn!" He stuck out his tongue as he grabbed her breast, squeezing as hard as he could. "You womanhood is SO tight." He thrusts once more. There was a swift noise, he detected but ignored it, some thing he should of done. Next thing he know he's against the walk by a huge lycan.

Hiro.

He breaks down he wall in his lycan form. Giving the disobident lycan a punch in the face. A second lycan coming from behind grabbing Dark Fang's throat. He looks at the girl, disgusted at what he had seen. "A nightstick really?" He takes it out. and gives her, his own cloths, in a loving gesture. He picks up the crying girl wiping her tears away. He reverts back into his human form and walks out the wall with the girl. "My apologize young one, it is only fair if you hate our kind. But remember we are not always like this." He felt hate from her. "I will return to your master. So I ask you be strong, and stop those pointless tears." He felt the pain of the slave and understood their hardship, he held her close and as warm as he could. She probaly did not undersand but she was young. It was understandable..
Shade

"Milord!" He was the wall grabbed by the throat his hand holding the that lycan's arms. HIs face throbbing with pain by his masters fist. He was lucky he wasn't wearing his silver knuckles. "It won't happen again" He said laughing. "You know you wouldn't hurt me!" He watches as Hiro picks up the girl, and walks from outside, through the wall. "I'LL BE BACK FOR YOU MY NON-VIRGIN DEAR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Hiro

"No you won't." He said as it begins to rain. "And no I won't but i know who will." He said quietly. "Mr. Erif....You have our location?" Knowing he would he continues to speak. "Good. Come to us. I have your slave and Fang."

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Isis was in a horrible state, really. Her body was in a ruined state, chest covered in slashes and blood, back laced with the marking of a whip, and her face cut and slapped. She was nub to everything, even allowing Hiro to touch her, something that, had she been normal, would have pissed her off. But, the necromancer was out of everything, her tears coming endlessly, curled up against Hiro, the pain in her body still there. Right now, there was nothing and nobody she hated more than Fang. She didn't hate the Lycans. or Hiro, nor anybody in his company. Simply, now she was terrified of them, fearing and wary more so than before. She wouldn't be leaving the Tower for a while now, that was for sure.

She was curled up into a near ball, wiping away the tears that came, holding in the sobs that threatened to escape, despite Hiro's words. "A-alright," Isis whispered, her voice trembling. She wasn't really there, more like just barely, as though her mind was somewhere else. When the tears stopped, her eyes no longer had that little bit of life to them, that small hope, of liveliness an youth, of fascination and wonder with the world. The sound of rain came, and it seemed the very heavens were crying with her, weeping for the same reasons. There was pain when Isis moved, but she ignored it best she could. Her rms were wrapped aroun her body, seeming as though she would collaspe upon herself. She was broken, and found no solace, just the fact that the torture had stopped, for now. The promise Dark Fang had mae before scared her, and she buried herself further in the folds of the clothes, staning them with her blood. "Please tell Master I'm s-sorry," she said, like a little child, eyes flickering to Hiro's face before closing again.

[lucius]

It did not take long at all before Lucius Erif descended on the scene, a security detail of vampires and demons under his employ flanking him as he entered the dank area. His team had been on standby, following the tracker to this location, waiting for Hiro to have the chance to handle the problem his way before Lucius gave the order to go in and settle it ZaneCorp's way; luckily, Hiro managed to defuse the problem. So, when Lucius entered, he had the elegantly advanced gun in his hand, but did not enter firing.

The pale blue eyes of the media magnate quickly looked around, taking in every detail of the sordid scene before him. His men immediately trained their weaponry on Fang, trusting the other lycans enough not to follow traditional impulses and train weapons on the lot of them-- ZaneCorp did not operate in such a way, and worked with Lycans frequently. Anger emanated from Erif's entire being as he witnessed the scene, and then mixed with emotions of pity and relief as he saw Isis, alive but obviously very injured. He only reached out briefly and could empathetically feel such immense pain coming from the necromancer, causing the vampire elder to bare his fangs in response to it. He turned his gaze upon the Dark Fang, lifting his gun and shooting twice at the lycan.

It was neither bullets nor darts the emerged from the weapon, but two odd little devices that impaled the lycan's skin and sent electrical currents that would briefly hurt like hell pulsing through the madman's body, simultaneously paralyzing him. These guns, created especially to combat large beasts, lycans, werewolves, and demons, usually only required one shot to take down a lycan. Lucius wanted to take no chances though. His other men kept their weapons trained on Fang despite the paralyzation, and Lucius lowered his before tossing it to one of HIro's men. "New toy of ours; more effective, I think, than the traditional vampires weapon of knock-out darts. Paralyzes targets for usually an hour, depending on the dosage. Keep it as a sample," he said as if he had just made some type of business showcase for the ancient lycan.

Lucius extended his arms to take Isis from Hiro, gazing down at her sadly. His blue gaze shifted to Hiro. "I will respect your wishes, great lycan, and not try to exact revenge through death upon your clanmate. However, this travesty cannot go unpunished, so I shall make him feel the pain he has thrust upon this poor girl and take steps to ensure that he cannot harm her or any other defenseless victims again," said Lucius, looking at Hiro and held Isis gently close to his chest, protectively.

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He looked into her eyes, his harden by war eyes soften at the sight of a slave in pain. He brushed her cheek soft with his thumb. His weakness, the pain of the youth, she is so young but in so much pain. He sighs softly as her eyes closed. He held her close enough to feel her body moved after every breath, her body warm in comparison the of the cold rain. The rain softly splashing on both on his and her body. He remained quiet as the sound of crazy laughter coming from inside the clearing his mind. Images of what had happened to her surged through his mind. She was whipped, beatened, and raped mercilessly. Fang had to learn his lesson.

He heard sound of guns locking on, without flinching he opens his eyes and see that he was outnumbered by vampires and demons. Their weapons weren't on him but were on fang as expected, Lucius' men weren't poorly trained. Most would of began fire at the sight of a lycan, but his elites were just as trained, they waited for a move. Only to see Fang get paraylzed with electrcity, and more laughter came from his lips. Fang was someone who couldn't hurt easy. He looked down as Fang was shot and a huge thump on the ground. Fang was crazy but he was family, and he loved any lycan as a brother or sister, uncle or aunt. Thought he know no one older than even him.

He looked into the eyes of the elder, it told him that he had a heart, he cared for a lowly slave just as he did. Under all the business workholic, is a kind elder. He looked at the elder with a new light and respect, he hands Isis over calmly and watched as hold her close and protectively. "Now....Elder. You can't harm my soldiers while I am around." He looked at him with a serious face. Turning his body around as his men checks the weapons for themselves. "Lycans we move. Arrow head strike..." They looked at him and nodded. He and his men ran off giving the elder a look.

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[lucius]

The ancient vampire nodded to Hiro as the great lycan left, then turned his blue gaze upon the beast that lay on the floor, a malicious fire burning within his eyes. Lucius looked back at Isis in his arms once more, leaning down and giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. "I am so sorry. You will be avenged, and this will not happen again," said Lucius, turning and handing the hurt necromancer over to one of his men. "Take her to the medical station in ZaneCorp and see to it that she is taken care of. Give her some drugs or something to dull the pain."

With Isis handed off, Lucius turned around and looked down at Fang. The wrath of the ancient was now to be felt. The vampire removed his suit jacket and reached with either hand, unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling them up his arm. There was an anger in the elder that had not surfaced for a long time; Fang would be made example of for assaulting Lucius without provocation and torturing an innocent girl in the process. He crouched down upon the dirty floor, tilting his head as he looked at the paralyzed figure before him.

"You, wolf, are going to learn that actions cause reactions, and that punishment waits those who do wrong. You are going to learn of consequences. You are going to learn what it means to harm me and those under my protection," said the ancient vampire, reaching behind him as one of his men carefully held out the hilt of a blade; a dagger, its hilt encrusted in rubies, that Lucius had used long ago when he fought in these petty wars. He glanced down at the blade made of pure silver, staring at it for a moment and letting it gleam in the dim light. "I am Lucius Maximilian Cornelianus Erif de Romanus, child of Magnus and heir of Amel, a Vampire Elder and one of the last of the Ancients, and you will know my retribution, Dark Fang, and you shall regret incurring my wrath."

The blue eyes, now an eery pale color as the fangs of the vampire showed themselves, fell upon Fang again with a dangerously malicious intent. Lucius raised the dagger and struck forward in between the legs of the lycan. Silver metal met flesh and Lucius reached his other hand down, roughly grabbing the tip of the beast's manhood as the silver began to cut, crimson blood staining its formerly spotless blade and beginning to drip onto the floor. Lucius looked on intently, unbothered by it at all as he castrated the mad lycan.

With one final cut, the manhood of Dark Fang was removed and Lucius stood up, holding it in his hand before the face of the paralyzed lycan. "You live because of the mercy that your master and clansman, Hiro the Ancient, bestows upon you. Your life is indebted to him. I suggest not giving him any more reason to regret not letting me stuff this down your throat for you to suffocate on," said Lucius, tossing the removed manhood to one of his men. "Feed it to our security hounds."

The man nodded and ran off as Lucius returned his dagger and wiped his hands on a linen one of his men held up. It buttoned his sleeves again and pulled his jacket on, casting a glance down at the neutered lycan. "The paralysis will wear off shortly. I suggest going home and getting that wound cleaned up before you bleed to death," said Lucius before turning and nonchalantly leaving the shack with his men, returning to ZaneCorp. Along the way he pulled out his cellular phone and gave Hiro a call. "I am through with him. He is on the floor, alive, for your men to pick up. I'll schedule a meeting with you to discuss weapons. Goodbye."

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Her body was passed off, and her eyes remained closed, just trying to fight the pain, to make it stop, somehow, within her own abilities, but that wouldn't happen. She felt lips on her forehead, and Isis opened her eyes, the words reaching her ears. Handed off again, she whimpered, a bit more pain flashing through the broken body of the necromancer. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she pressed her face into the body of whoever held her; she didn't care, and she didn't want to see Lucius fulfill the promise he made Isis not two minutes before.

The medication sounded good. Actually, she would have killed for it, to have the pain go away. Her wounds needed to be taken care of, and the sound of a knife being unsheathed reached the woman's ears. Hands came up to cover her ears. The sounds of what he would unleash, and whatever screams or noises that Fang would make weren't of her concern. Just the fact that she was protected, looked after, and revenged was fine to the necromancer. Movement was felt, and she opened her eyes once more, leaving the Underground, and into the rain, which was already felt by her once today. The heavens still weeped, though she had swallowed those tears. And, Isis let go, not caring about being touched, or what went on just now. She would lock it up, put it in a drawer somewhere deep within her mind, and, when the necromancer felt it was safe to open it, and sift through the memories, would she relive this day.

There would be scars on her body. The claws of a Ly can and the flash of a whip were not something the body let go of easily. Her neck, once only marred by the tattoo of thorns, would now bear the marks of a Lycan, as well as some parts of her chest. "No, I'm sorry, 's'my fault," she murmured, just barely. "It was in the graveyard . ." When he would ask for further details, if Lucius did, then she would tell him. But, for now, she let everything go, and prayed for the numbing effects of morphine, or unconsciousness.

[darkdrago889]

He hears a blade, but his body paraylzed to do anything, he laughed in the elders face. "My punishment taken my dick will be a punishment." He laughs insanely. "I will continue to hurt and kill even if you do so." He regain his feeling in his right arm, this his chest. Oh fun that elder was gonna get it soon his claws grew without him noticing. He listened as the elder lestured him, only to return with rolling eyes. "BLAH, BLAH, BLAH! Just do it already!" He embrace for the pain, painfully the elder struck his manhood. Laughs replaces the sound of the slash.

"Now you can't say you never touch my once favorite area you perv!" He laughed. "You know your gonna pay for that." He knew the Erif was going to turn swiftly he clawed from his right shoulder to his left leg. Does a back flip his area not bleeding anymore. "Man this is going to be weird to take a piss now....MAN....." He looks at Isis and blows her a kiss and laughs once more. Hope Erif was going to be provoked, he was going to mess with Erif mind, one way or another. He smiles a most grisly smile. "Goodnight...Sleep tight..."

He throws a smoke bomb mix with tear gas down and disappears in darkness.

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