Thread: To Defend And Protect (Master Raven & darkangel76)

Her words came into his ears asking who he was to which he gave no reply, and then the other question. It struck a cord deep within his being one that left the taste of copper in his mouth. 'Defenders.' The emotion of hatred ran through his eyes and his lip curled slightly in a sneer that group had nothing to do with what he did, and he refused to allow himself to be considered one of them. CHA The sound echoed deep within his mind as the woman practically fell to her knees after He dispatched the vampire. Novice can't even defend herself, and she even has a pig sticker! And she's looking for the defenders?! HA! The voice was completely ignored save for the minor information that had been revealed. Knives won't do anything to them, and the one you have isn't designed for close range combat. His voice was hauntingly knowing and he hadn't even shifted to glance at her backside or the knife in her pocket. She clearly didn't have the strength or will to actually kill someone, even if she knew what they truly were. You're inexperience will get you killed. His right arm shot up from his side and took a hold of her neck just as he had with the monster that held her. Or is that your plan to be bitten and become one of them. This was the only real way to get truth from people intimidation. Too many times had a soft heart nearly gotten him killed. His eyes narrowed cold and hard as steel ready to send the signal to his muscle, the muscle that would fire the blade from the sheath if she gave the wrong answer. He did not give time for words to be exchanged Words held lies and nuances which allowed for truth twisting and cunning tongues to engage in in a battle of wits and elegant sword play. Now eyes spoke much louder and were much clearer on ones true intention, so he peered through the window of her soul for a good solid minute letting all the terror and regret wash over them. Finally he dropped her unharmed beside the lack of oxygen which he had constricted from her, at least she wasn't stupid. You'll only die if you continue your fool hardy venture. His words were just as cold as his eyes were they cut to the bone sharp as a eight hundred year old well maintained katana. PSHHHHH!!!! The air of the place grew heavy and a light vapor like mist filled the room. Everyone could still see properly but the Mist had special properties He had stayed too long and now this young woman was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Awe Come'on let's have a bit of fun tonight or should I just do it all myself? The mental image of his tongue darting out of his mouth and licking his lips ran through him a dark twisted thought of what he could do if he didn't contain himself locked away deep within the recesses of his mind, and soul. Corvo thought he heard a sound of defiance in the young woman's voice but the loud sound of the mist machine had drawn his attention away just long enough to miss her words. There wasn't much time to think only to act at this point. He grabbed her wrist firmly and hauled her out onto the dance floor near a cornerstone of the building and in a secure corner. Corvo spun her around and pulled her close against him his body flush against her back his lips near her ear. You're going to have to trust me. When it kicks in you're going to want to go to the first person you feel and join in the 'festivities' . That was the only word that could come to mind The drug would be kicking into her system any minute now. 'Phantasmagoria' , a delectable play on words, two words in fact blended together and and scrambled in the title. 'Phantom Orgasm' , or IPO as as it was called on the street a new cut of ecstasy refined for inhalation, it had been on the market for a little over a year now and nobody caught that this was the source. What was left of law enforcement thought that there was a pill being passed around within the confines of the clubs, nobody had even suspected that it was designed for breathing in and absorption through ones skin, well except those that came for it or learned of it by mistake. The outfit in which Starla had chosen to wear this evening was not a good choice for this building nor was her already weakened state helping. He held her firmly from behind his lower body pressed against the conformed rear of her jeans, at least she would be safe and away from the mass orgy that would ensue. All he had to do was ensure he didn't give in and they'd both come away clean.