Curse of the Fallen Quest: Ring Bearer's Trilogy

[poohlive]

Keith paused a moment, before leaving the tent. The sword held in both of his hands now, like a precious gift he had just been given. Vladimir's last gift to this earth, here to save the vampires who didn't even acknowledge his sacrifices.
That was ok.
True heroes didn't need that sort of stuff. They were the every day policemen, using their stength and courage to help the unfortunate, but never getting recognition. Keith had become that man now, and thanks to Vladimir and his dying power, he would always be there.
For better or worse.
Honor amongst vampires.
Keith left, sheathing the sword in a leather strap that appeared on his back. He didn't know where it came from, but like the sword, had a pretty good idea.
He was ready to meet his choice now.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Gwendolynn

A soft glowing light moved through the blackness, ignoring the screams of mercy as she went. The candle held aloft a growling voice followed her, upset with her presence in his halls. Ignoring him too she walked, back and down, further and further into the bowels of Hell. Pugatory.

The sounds of screams grew fainter and fainter until they were heard no more. To each their own.. And some of these people, their own hell was inside their minds locked away in a forgotten place to rot for eternity. This is where Willow was. Alone.

Her hand touched the wall like door, melting it away as she pressed a cool palm to it. The heat was a myth, it was icy cold, luckily the dead did not feel anything but what their 'master' wanted them to feel.

There he sat alone in an empty room, she set her candle down and waited for his eyes to lift to her, see her as she had been long ago.

"Hello Willow..." She said softly. Forgiveness and time had let go of her menace to him. She paid her dues and was finally freed to come and fulfill the prophecy she left behind. It was time for him to pay his dues, redemption if he took it....

 

[poohlive]

Pushing with little more ease than taking a step, Lance pushed himself off the ground, and used most of his force to drop both of their bodies to the hard concrete floor below.
He screamed out in a small twist of pain, grabbing her arm with both of his hands and turning it so it came around her back. He pushed hard enough to threaten to break it off. It stopped moving, but he pushed even harder.
In this position, he was now on top of her.
Lance bent down, biting at her neck. Little droplets of blood came out. He licked them up like a newborn vampire.
"Mmmm, delicious."
Inside the blood, something came to him. A warning. She had told someone.
"You bitch,"
Lance bit down on her, hard. The mass of blood gave him incite into her call. She hadn't done it on purpose, but the ring...
The ring called to someone for help.
"Katherina," His mind went through the blood, through the ring, and straight into his old lover's mind. The black magic persisted the forged link, trying to hurt her as it held.
"My old pet. You wish to save this little yelp? Oh, no. We were just about to get friendly," He bit harder, feeling bone against his teeth.
"You stay away, or I will kill her, I promise you that. Come on lover, let me do to her what I used to do to you."
Lance let go of the young woman, closing his eyes for a moment to hinder Kat's ability to find them. He could hide for a while anyway, it would drain the black magic running through his blood, but he could do it for some time.
He had things to do with this one.
He got up, picking her up with him. In a moment they ran far into the forst, someplace with night already upon them, turned into a maze of trees and bushes. Lance laid her down, cocking his head to look at her.
Her clothes disappeared from her figure.
"Now, we can do this the easy way," He licked her blood from his lips, "Or the hard way. I prefer we do it the hard way, I like it when they struggle."
Lance came for her.

 

[Sweetp4u]

AB

She screamed out again but was cut off when the air rushed out of her lungs. Making contact with the concrete below hurt like hell, whimpering she tried to scoot out from under him but was caught up.

He twisted her arm to the breaking point, she cried out again and tried to kick him, yet it did no good. His teeth sank into her neck and her survival skills kicked in.

"P-Please don't! Please please dooon't!" she cried pathetically, fear eating at her. He easily pinned her slight frame to the ground and took delight in biting into her. She held as still as possible, fighting down the urge to beg for mercy until she heard him curse her.

"You bitch!" She let out a blood curdling scream as his teeth sank painfully into her throat and hit bone. Wincing harder and shaking, she clawed at his back with her free hand, trying to pry him off of her. Her breathing labored as her blood raced into his mouth, draining her quickly. "Nooooooooooooooo!" She cried harder, pleading and whimpering, twisting and turning until she felt too weak to move. She had no idea what he was doing but he stopped drinking from her.

Tears ran down her face in cascades, her body felt cold as she fought to do something, anything to flee.

"Please..." barely audible came out, she pleaded yet again her lips barely moving. She never prayed a day in her life, not believing in hell or heaven but this moment she did pray.

He hefted her easily, her arm refusing to cooperate with her, she felt for certain it was indeed broken. She felt her stomach roll a little, her sight blurred by black spots and fear, he carried her off easily enough.

"D-don't.. Please!" She tried again, barely able to even hear herself. She was uprighted and tossed like a sack of potatoes to the forest floor, again the impact took her breath away.

The coldness of the ground under her and her free hand resting on her stomach revealed her clothing gone?

Her eyes widened, alone in the middle of no where, she knew she was as good as dead. Scooting backwards, she still could not get her arm to work.

"Not again! God, please not again!" She whimpered out, flashes of the market coming back to her. The man, the knife.. The shame.. All of it pouring on her like cold water. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, her shaking body slowly getting into a crouched position. She looked like the frightened girl she was, her eyes darting in every direction, looking for an escape.

"Now, we can do this the easy way," He licked her blood from his lips, "Or the hard way. I prefer we do it the hard way, I like it when they struggle." His voice spoke softly, charmingly almost, but the look was all but tender. She cried harder, her hand coming up to cover her mouth a moment, she bit hard on her hand a second to still the chattering in her teeth. Gulping, she stood up and backed away a few feet, trying not to blindly stumble anywhere.

"Please.. Don't do this.. " her other arm still refused to move, it felt dislocated or broken, no pain really but it wouldn't move neither. She put her good hand up in front of her, like that would ward him away. "Please? I.. I don't know why you are angry.. but I didn't do anything to you... I. I won't do anything to you.. please just let me go.." She pleaded again, she knew he could over power her at any time and it frightened her more. Unarmed and alone, she had been stupid to wander off like that on a hissy fit moment. "... Please...Mister..?" She backed away as he came towards her, she knew he loved it by the look in his eyes. Perhaps not fighting him would work better? She almost tripped over a root in the ground, thus halting her retreat momentarily.

 

[poohlive]

Darkness. Pale obsidiary of obsession.
Death clawed at his soul, the only thing left that held him whole.
He screamed at the pain, or maybe the pain screamed at him. It didn't matter, for pain held its grip tight, like a second skin. There could be no life without pain.
Love faultered only in memories. Gwendolyn, Aria... Aria, Gwendolyn. They mixed and matched in his mind like an old fashioned roullette wheel, moving around back and forth. No one ever real, just two parts of the same whole.
Two parts of the same soul.
"No! NO!!!!!"
Willow woke up.
Was he woken up?
No, he woke up himself. Something called to him. Something pulled at him, filled with love and happiness. It stung to have those feelings so close. He tried to hug the dark pain that had let go, tried to once more feel oblivion.
It left him, like a John leaving his whore. Willow laid on the bed, cold, shivering, wet, and wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep, go back to his pained hell.
"Gwendolyn."
She had come to him. She searched through his hell and found him. He moved to her, not being able to feel the confines of the room, just her warm heart reaching out to his.
"I love you, I've always loved you," He kissed her, something he had wanted to do for over a thousand years.
"We're together again."
There was trouble in her soul though, trouble that boild at her eyes.
"My love? What is it? What troubles you?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Joseph

He repeated one word she had said. the only thing that really mattered. His voice came out in a hiss, it's tone speaking of a want for blood, murder. "Lance."

Immediately he was standing tall, sense reaching out. Nothing. Fuck. They were too far. 'Lance, you fuckoff. You're so god-damned close, aren't ya? Ohhh, I'll drain you of every damned drop of blood in your god-forsaken hell-on-earth body,' he thought to himself. He pulled forth Heartseeker. Double-bladed, it was in it's most simplistic form. Ever since the family had moved to New Orleans it'd been whittled down. Bit by bit. To it's deadly simplicity.

He'd shove it right through Lance's heart and twist it. Push it back and forth a little just to make sure he felt it before he went to hell. He could welcome Mongrel for when Joe sent that child-killing fuckoff down below, too.

"Where is he? Just give me a god-damned direction, Kat. A clue, anything. I'll shove this steel right down his throat and see how he likes the taste." Wait? A.B.? Was that the woman? Get to her, then Lance's name? Was Lance near her?

Her scent was still here! He didn't wait for Kat to respond, he took off. Running hard, sometimes too fast, having to double-back until he got on her trail again. Oh, ho ho! He followed her scent, licking across the bottom of his teeth. He was no where near full strength. But the thought of Lance snapping him like a twig was far from his mind.

He moved, smelling her, until he got to a streetlight. He'd made good time, running while she had walked. Lance! That must be that other smell! But, it was gone?

He blinked, and hunched down. No, not gone. He could smeel it, faint, spread out, on the ground. He had been moving, and fast. Joseph sheathed his sword, and got down on all fours. Pain blazing up his arm as he moved, following the weak scent. He didn't care if anyone saw him. His rage was too powerful. He didn't care if Kat caught up to him or not, he didn't care what happened to Aria.

All that mattered was the scent, was Lance. Was killing Lance.

Too bad it would take him most of an hour to reach them following as he was now.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Darius

He looked the girl over.
Too much on her mind, he thought, and that would hold them back if she allowed it to. Strung-out was more what she looked, worn far too thin.
"Aria," he began. "I'm aware that you don't know me, but I know you, well enough anyway. Magdellin and I go back a while, you might say, and so do Lance and I. He might not have mentioned me. In fact, it would have ben wise for him not to. But now, things are getting too far out of hand, and the end may be closing in on us faster than we wish it to. There are things you don't know yet, things that have to come to light before all is said and done, and many of these things cannot be explained, not by me at least."
He paused, glancing to Christian, wondering if either was following him, but Christian was loking off into the distance, his eyes anrrowing in a way Darius had seen before. He was sensing something, but he didn't know what, or why.
The Ring knows, Christian, he thought. Ask it for guidance.
But he said nothing to the man.
"I'm getting too far ahead of myself," he said, turning back to Aria. "My name is Darius, and I'm an old man, as old as Lance but all those years in only one lifetime. I met Lance long ago, more than a thousand years it seems, but I don't know for certain how long it has been. When the book was concieved, three of us were entrusted to its welfare. Lance, Corbin and myself. I'm the one who must help you destroy it, and because I have the knowledge of how to do so, I cannot stay here for long. Mongrel cannot know of me, Aria. That's imperative. If I'm to survive long enough to be of help, then he can never know that I even exist. Unlike you Ringbearers, I will not be replaced if I die, and the information I know cannot merely be entrusted to another. Too knowledgeable, Mongrel will be unstoppable, as he nearly is now."
He glanced around again, his eyes finding the tent where the old woman had spoken to Aria and Kieth.
"Mostly, I'm here now for you, Aria. To tell you not to lose faith. To tell you to let go of the past." He paused, as if unsure of how to continue on. "I know of your son. I know what happened, and what you've lost. And as painful as that must be, you must let it go. Mongrel only needs to find one weakness within you, and he has what he needs to end you. And you are too important for the others to lose. You need to unite them, to bring them together no matter what it takes. And you must do this soon. Do you understand?"

 

[Firegirl976]

Kat

I blinked as Joseph disapeared tracking Lance. Pulling on my powers I followed my link to Anna and was just catching up tot hem when Lance spoke to my mind. I could sense the darkness again awake in him, I felt the answering pull from the darkness in me. The sensuous reminder of what had been between he and I....and the memory of how I had taken his darkness into myself to free his soul. The sudden memory flash of our bodies mingling overcame me and I unconsiously sent it through the link he had used to him. "Do you remember k'chara???" I mind sent a mental caress flowing through me using the darkness within myself to contact him.....almost as if my body were not obeying me consciously but acting on it's own to his presence. The memory of the physical overpowering the here and now.......

 

[Sweetp4u]

Gwendolynn

"Time is short for me Willow, and I have come to set things into motion.." She moved back away from him a little, her eyes studying him closely. She did not have time to get into the whole love thing. He knew nothing of what the word meant, and had proven so with his heartless actions.
"You have to pay for your crimes against others Willow, as part of the curse I bestowed on you so long ago, it's time for you to right the wrongs." She held up a hand to keep him silent for a moment.
"You have wronged so many, killed innocents, and you are being punished here for eternity.. The only reason you are now being given a second chance is because of me. I remember how you were before Mongrel got to you. You knew then what love really was to a person. And you knew the difference between right and wrong and sacrifice." She moved forward and let her hand caress his face.
"I am sending you back, but this is your one and only chance Willow. You make up for the harm you've caused, do your duty noblely and the next time we meet it will not be here. You use your skills for the right cause this time. You serve and protect, aid and listen. Do you understand Willow? Aria.. When you return, it will be difficult, but you must complete the circle and see Mongrel pays.." She fell silent, watching him a moment. He had no real choice in this. He either did as bid or he was put back in this forgotten place to sit in pain forever..

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

I listened to what Darius had to say, it all making sense the more he explained to me. Christian knew of him and never mentioned his name? It was confusing some what, but he was right about so many things, actually everything.

"I understand Darius, I will tell no one of you, nor will anyone else here tonight.." I turned, feeling a little uneased with the winds change and the fear that crept up my spine.

Something was wrong.

Turning back to Darius, I had so many questions to ask him, mainly his role in the ending he suggested but did I wish to know? Knowing too much would be a bad thing. Mongrel had ways to get information out of someone...

He spoke of letting go of the past and I wanted to chuckle a little, having little memories of the past currently there was only one weakness I knew of now. Michael.

"I will do my best as I have always tried to do..." She felt almost like she was answering to her father but said nothing about that thought. He knew Lance? Did he know where Lance was?

"Have you seen him?" She again glanced at Christian, he seamed stiff. He sensed it as well. "If you see Lance, tell him we're looking for him.. I am sorry Darius but something the witch said is ringing in my ears.." I turned to Christian, "You sense it as well? Anna is in trouble, the witch said... She said to find her and do it quickly.." good hell! Did that mean Mongrel was close and had Anna? Worry shot through me like a knife but so did the calmness.

"I will do my best Darius, we have to go now." I grasped his hand a moment, giving it a little shake and squeeze before looking for Keith.

"Keith, We need to get to Kat and Joseph.. Anna is in trouble.." They had the car, we would have to walk and all of the weapons I had with me were in that damned car. I felt like I was being pulled in fifteen different directions at once and had so much on my plate I wanted to scream in frustration. This was all so messy lately..

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a piece of paper but realized I didn't have a pen. "Damn.." Looking to both Christian and Keith, I didn't think they had one either. "Look Darius, I have my cell with me at all times, if you need any assistance call." I gave him the number, and asked the two men to accompany me. "Thanks for the warning Darius..." We had a short walk just a mile or so away, perhaps finding Anna would be easier once the four of us were searching?

 

[poohlive]

The dark magics swirled around them now, inside the forest, just beyond the trees it merged and melted like some heated stew ready to boil. It covered Lance in its glow, and tore at A.B.'s very soul that clung to the ring.
"K'chara, yes...." the words slithered out of his mouth, as a knowing familiarity came to his eyes. Yes, the sexual transformation. Lance knew of it, Lance knew of it very well.
He stopped in midtrack after the girl, stopping for just a moment as something battled within the magic itself. A slow embodied soul stuck inside all of that black shit struggled to get free. He tried, he screamed as he tried, but it was useless, pointless. The magic took advantage of him using all his strength to try some pathetic escape, and blazed on even further.
Black fire erupted around his body.
Lance pinned Anna down, his blackend eyes right next to hers.
"K'chara. The sexual change. To bring the dark magic into you. I know the art Kat. I hadn't thought of it before now. I would have just raped her, let her blood spill before the ground, but K'chara..."
Lance entered her, with no feeling of sympathy or remorse. It hurt for them both, no juices had flown to ease the way, but Lance used the pain to fuel his sexual rage on.
"Scream for me,"Lance whispered to his lover, as he bit into her neck once more, letting her blood flow to the ground below.

 

[Sweetp4u]

AB

She cringed in pain as the black smoke like air hugged her body, nearly suffocating her with it. She went down hard, her hands gripping at a rock until her nails tore off and still it pressed into her until she lay flat to the cold ungiving ground.

She did cry out, only it did not carry past the thick blackness shrouding her. She fought harder, resisting it's pull on her soul.

She would not give in to this!

She fought back but gained no ground, no leeway. She was immobile and vulnerable physically. Mentally she fought against it, blocking out his words and squeezing her eyes as tightly shut as she could.

He fell on her, pressing her harder into the ground than the inky smoke had done. Yet she was still pinned and could not fight him off. She cried out, screaming a blood-curdling scream again and again, even after he invaded her body, she kept on screaming.
His teeth again hit bone, her whole body was trapped in pain and that blissful unconsciousness would not come!

She fought harder, each of his movements on her did not go unnoticed. She could feel that pain throughout her whole body, yet she struggled against the unseen restraints until she could move her one hand and tear into his flesh.

She formed her fingers into a weapon and dug into the skin of his back, raking and splitting away his skin. Blood seeped from his wounds, coating her fingers and sides.

She struggled more, still cursing at him and screaming things she wasn’t even aware she was spouting out. “No!” was the most common word, among calls for help from the others. She clawed more and more at his back, her heels pushing into the ground hard enough to dig in. She was fighting for something, unaware really what exactly that was, she still fought to free herself of that coldness that he was forcing into her.

 

[poohlive]

The darkness gathered around him once more, closing him in and sealing out the light shed by Gwendolyn's perfect soul. Willow watched as she backed off, her light unable to fend off the black. It came for him, and he screamed.
He never wanted it again. It chilled him, it loved him in a way he never wanted to be loved. Mongrel had loved him that same way. Willow struggled for years to remove himself from that pain, but could never do it.
He could never leave Mongrel's grip.
"He's too powerful. He... he would have killed me no matter what. I could never have gone against him. I only did once..."
Willow remember the one time he disobeyed Mongrel. The one time over a thousand years ago with Gwendolyn. All three of them, together in that room, her in chains while he sat back waiting for his gift of life.
His gift to never come to this infernal place, where he now dwelled.
The one time, and he paid the rest of his life for it. Death was a welcome to Mongrel's side.
"Aria? Aria needs my help?"
Aria. Aria, she would be his salvation. She had to be. The only one who could help him. The only one who ever tried. He had to return her favor. She had destroyed his immortality and kissed him with true life here.
He had to help her if she requested it.
"I'll go, I'll go with you, to her. I'll do what you ask of me, for Aria."
With that said. The first unselfish act of his pathetic and sad life, Willow felt love for the first time. He had Gwendolyn to thank for that. He kissed her.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Gwendolynn

She smiled, truely smiled at Willow for the first time in centuries. And when he kissed her, she returned his embrace.

"Yes, go to her. Aid her. I will gift you with the final ring Willow. You will be uncontrollable with it's presence. Mongrel can not make you do anything now." She caressed his face with her hand, wishing she could give him more to aid him in what had to be done. Aria would not forgive easily.

"She will hate you Willow. Mistrust you. You did her serious harm and must make it up to her, but this ring gives her little choice in refusing your aid. It is up to you to prove yourself worthy of this ring and her trust." She fell silent a moment, she had so much to tell him and so much she couldn't tell him.

"Mongrel's hold on you is broken. The deal, the control. All of it. When you return, you will be living. Whole again. Human, Willow. You are cleansed and rule your own destiny from here on out. Understood?" She looked down at his hand, taking it into her own. A growl of anger was heard echoing in the room as the glowing ring appeared on his finger. Her gift to him, her righting her wrongs. The curse worked for and against them both, it was almost complete.

 

[The GrandMage]

Joseph

Slow,....Too slow. It was hard. If he moved too fast, he lost the faint trail that was there. It barely existed, but it was there. He sat up, turning his senses outward. Had he heard something?

No. He listened as he crawled along, trying to keep the elusive scent of Lance. He was worried that it might turn, so he didn't run forward. He couldn't lose the trail, not now, not when the object of most of his rage was so close, so close.

But he was still far. Out of reach of Anna's screams, he had to be careful. Lance's scent was faint, and the trail was growing cold. If only he could see, maybe he could tell where they were headed, of see some clues that would make this easier!

He sat back, and yelled out his rage before going back to the task at hand. He wondered if Lance could hear him, could hear how much Joseph longed to make the man bleed. He couldn't tell. Lance could still be moving for all he knew, and there was no telling how far away the man was.

 

[poohlive]

A light came out of nowhere. It emerged as if from a source onto itself. A light lighting the light that lit through the darkness, if there is such a thing. Willow giggled at its feeling, tingling him to his very toes. An eager hand, just like a child's went out to touch it, to feel it's warmth on his skin.
The light danced just out of reach, first one way, and then the other. Willow laughed once more, not remembering the last time he laughed, the last time he had played something so sweet and innocent. It touched him, dearly.
A tear slipped down his cheek.
Willow grabbed for it, but the light circled around him, twice, before stopping just at his eyeline a few feet away. Willow cocked his head at it, and the light did the same.
It ran around in a tiny circle, and then began to come towards him.
Willow didn't try to catch it this time. It didn't want to be caught, it wanted to be accepted. Willow nodded, accepting the light as it began to tingle over his entire body.
The darkness fell back, hissing as it did. Something had changed, and the claws that fought to his very soul now released Willow. The light touched his nose, and disappeared.
Willow glowed with all the strength, and happiness he ever could. Heaven itself had touched him, and he stood before purgatory, ready and willing to accept his fate.
A ring appeared on his finger. Cunning, crafty, dilligent, able to slip and slide out of any situaiton with nothing more than a smile and a quick wit.
For no reason at all, Willow could feel himself become smarter, more cunning.
It came as a shock to him.
"So," He looked down at himself, giving off a fait glow. The ring did this. It wasn't just a piece of metal on his finger, it connected itself to his very soul, helping it, aiding it. Protecting it. That's what the ring was, it was a way to protect his very soul from the devil's temptation.
"So, this is what it feels like to be a hero?"
Willow laughed out loud, hugging Gwendolyn as tight as he dared.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Gwendolynn

She smiled in understanding, watching the light engulf him and warm him from the inside out.

"Yes, to be a hero. To matter, to feel." She murmured softly, his hug came unexpectedly, and she smiled softly in responce, hugging him to her.

"Now you must go, we've upset someone and he is forcing me out. Kiss me Willow, let me gift you with life.." She moved, her body ready to breath life back into his once again, sending him on his journey.

 

[Firegirl976]

Kat

He was raping her......his pleasure at the reminder of had been between them allowed me to chanel into the link and track him. Racing as fast as I could following that link I got to a point where the pain filled sobs and mental anguish stopped me in my tracks. My anger overcame me and I delved deeply into my power pulling up as much as I dared here and running fueled by anger and betrayl my fangs extended i run in shoulder dropped plowing into Williow and knocking him off of her. "Fool..." I look at him disgust obvious on my face "Do you think you have enough power to attempt something like that??" I gather Anna up in my arms and in the blink of an eye send a quick mental picture to Joseph letting him know where we are along with the same to the others. (This is going to take all of us) I think to myself..............

 

[Sweetp4u]

AB

Her mouth was bloodied, never having realized she bit into Lance, nor that she had drank his blood. She was fighting to stop him, it was all blurred in her mind.
Her body shivered hard, and the bellow of rage was unheard in her mind as she struggled. It was not until Kat touched her and shielded her that she was aware help had indeed came for her.
She broke down crying harder then, her shaking hands clutching to Kat.
She felt ill, she felt dirty as well. The vile taste of his blood was like poison in her mouth. The taste so disgusting she tried to wipe it clean. But they were not safe just yet, as what could two women do against something so evil?!
She was of no use, her strength had proven that against him, she only prayed Kat could kill him as he so deserved! "Kat!" She whimpered, holding onto the woman's clothes, "Be careful! He is.. Mad!" It was the only thing that came to her mind. Nothing she had ever felt before had been as dark as this one.
She fell silent save her sobbing, her body hurt and twisted inside. Pain was taking control over her mind, numbing it to anything but it's presence.

 

[The GrandMage]

Joseph

With a growl he lauched himself forward as he got the location. In a second he was fast first into a tree trunk. Bacing off, he rubbed at his face as his broken nose pushed itself back out into it's burnt form. He stepped back, moving around the tree. This could be complicated. He Began to move forward again, an arm thrown out in front of him to ward off trees. He hit seven or eight more before he got close enough to hear them.

He rushed forward, and three more trees conspired to get in his ay before he was with the others. He turned towards the breathing coming from the direction of Lance's scent. "Well, if it isn't the undying bastard."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

I stopped my pacing suddenly as a painful vision came into my mind. Grimacing and hunkering down alittle, I figured it out.
"Anna's in trouble, Come on you two!" I knew this was going to happen, something the old witch has said, I just didn't figure it'd be this damned soon.
Running in the direction we were earlier, I cross the bridge and ran into the clearing. Glancing around, all I knew to look for was the forest.
The car sat parked where it had been before, but no sign of Kat, Joseph or AB. "Shit. This is going to be pretty fuckin' hard to follow.." Again, all I could do was move in what I thought was the right direction until I could hear them. Hoping into the car, I waited on Keith and Christian. We could at least drive towards the general area before walking.
"Ok Kat, send me some more information here..." I stared at the tree line on both sides of the road. How far, and which way? I kept whispering it over and over again, waiting for something to happen? Faintly my ring began to glow, looking down at it, I wondered what it was doing this time?

 

[poohlive]

A final push inside her, hot and temperate folds, perfect for incubation reached him way passed the edge, and Lance came deep within her. It wasn't normal though, anything but. The sperm he produced had been just the opposite, dark and lifeless pools of evil magic twisted and formed inside her, from him. He completed the first ritual, tainting with power.
She had used it, as he thought, to finally fight back and bite into him.
By the time he could stand, from Kat's brutal front assault, Lance was bleding bad, and weak from his excursion. The darkened rune on his foreheard throbbed back and forth, feeding energy into his tired body.
"Come for more, have we? Isn't it always the way..." He launched himself at Kat, pushing her back against a tree, the young girl thrown away from them, forgotten.
"My love," He held her neck with a bloody hand, smelling her scent wash over him. It had been so long, he missed her pretty little fuck me way she dressed and smelled.
"Not yet, someone else comes. Someone who wants me all to themselves."
He let her go, to drop where she may. His mind was already on the dark force coming, the one without the ring, but who refused to die.
"I'm right here," He laughed, licking at the innocent blood dripping from his fangs, "Come on then."

 

[poohlive]

Keith ran for the car, ready to hop in and just drive with them, blind as it may, but he stopped just short of the seat, his hand beginning to shake.
It rumbled with the power of worlds colliding. The very shape of fate itself drowning and holding hostage his own hand, before letting it make a decision he himself had failed to grasp.
Snaking from it's place, it went to the sword hilted from a sheath he didn't know he had, and then the sword itself yanked out, pointing to the forest in one single direction. It grew red hot in his hands, and for a moment his whole face grew faint, as if someone else were trying to jump into his very skin.
"Time grows thin...." Keith looked at the sword, unsure why, but knowing that's where they needed to go.
"That way," He jumped on the railbar of the car, standing outside, with the door open, his sword pointing like a compass towards the evil in the forest.
"Hurry, they need us."

 

[The GrandMage]

Joseph

Lance. He was here.

Joseph was tired. So very tired. Smacking into trees tended to take a lot out of you, but he felt tired beyond that. The sword tip waved, and he breathed deep. He hated Lance.

No, that wasn't exactly right. He stopped, turning his head. He heard something in his voice. It was that same voice as when he had first met the man. That sound that flowed with death. Oh, how he longed for it.

The sword lowered. He was tired. He had lived so long. He pulled the sword up. And here was death. His muscles flexed. "Hey Lance. There are a lot of fuckin' trees here. Lance, I want to ask you a question. What's death like? Do you know?"

 

[Firegirl976]

Kat

Taking gulping breaths from Lances assault I gain my feet, I see Joseph and listen silently to the words exchanged. Again drawing on my powers I begin to circle the energy flowing off of me in waves I continued to shield Anna...with a wave of my hand in her direction she was suddenly engulfed in a pure white flame. A flame of innocence, the only thing I could think of that would both purify lances attack within and protect her without. A growl came to my throat and a snarl to my lips as I continued to watch Joseph and Lance, Joseph looked tired....he looked beaten. I continued to build up power never taking my eyes off the situation. The darkness within Lance was so thick it burned my skin and an answering tingle worked it's way through me......the echoing darkness within myself respondig to him, but not enough. "COWARD!!!" I scream....."Are you so weak by the taint that beast has instilled in you that you would fall so easily?" This all came out in a growl my eyes begining to glow a deep silver as my power grew. I watched them both waiting for a response from Lance. (5-6 miles N by NE tops......we are in a clearing) and I mindsent a quick picture of what I was seeing, knowing it was quick enough not to be sensed by anyone except the person I was directly sending too....Aria.