Curse of the Fallen Quest: Ring Bearer's Trilogy

[poohlive]

"Lance has more strength than anyone can ever imagine. I'm sure he can hang around like a big boy until we're all back."
He followed her down the steps, letting his hand rest in the small of her back. She looked extremely drunk, and every step he could almost feel her teeter over.
It wasn't a bad place to have his hand either.
A limo pulled up, and he opened the door for her.
"Distractions should be the least of your worry. Taking down several officers with their guns drawn? This is Mexico, my dear. No one asks questions, and no one cares. Besides, they are ordered not to leave our side. Mongrel wants everything tight as a drum when we get back. No more slip-ups, or mistakes. You got that dear? I would hate for you to think that you might actually have a say in anything we do."
He slipped into the seat beside her, closing the door and watching as they moved off of the airport.
"But I do love to hear your voice," He picked up the phone, dialing a number, "I'm ordering ahead. Anything in particular you want?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

That self absorbed little pain in the ass! I fairly growled out loud I was pissed off.
Have no say so my ass!

Saying nothing and proving almost he was right, I sat as far from him as possible.

"Order whatever you want.. I don't much care as long as I get something in my system." Glancing out the window, I wondered if his words were accurate? Would Lance have enough strength once freed of the chains? A shiver passed down my spine as I thought about it, He'd surely lunge right for my throat the second he got free. Thankfully those chains wouldn't allowe that.

Pulling up to the resturaunt, not even aware we made it there already, I climbed quickly out and tried to avoid his hands. If he didn't quit groping me I was going to give him a stump!

"Let's eat shall we?" Moving inside we sat quickly and waited. If it was a five minute drive here, then it would only take me a couple of minutes on foot to reach the plane.. Could I? Did I dare try it? Shifting in my seat I smiled slightly uncomfortable at the waiter and asked for a coke.

 

[poohlive]

"Tequila. Just bring the bottle. A little celebration, yes? A very happy day indeed. I haven't been this excited in years. Oh, money has its perks, but nothing compares to pleasing Mongrel. When he is in a good mood, it is as if the clouds in the sky know it."
He was a little drunk. Buzzing could be the word, something he rather enjoyed. Willow motioned to the waiter about the order, and she scarmbled away to get their food.
"A house special, "he mused, "I don't know what it is, but it must be delicious. This is one of the greatest restaurants in the greater part of the city. Wonderful, simply wonderful. Just don't drink the water."
He laughed at that, harder than he thought he would.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

"You are fucked up Willow.." I chuckled a little. He literally had too much to drink. And he was thinking I was drunk!? I snorted a little and dug into my burrito and shredded beef taco.

"How much have you drank today?" I chuckled again, pouring him another shot. This would work out in my bennefit certainly.
"Ever done a body shot?" I smirked a little as he downed another.

The waitress did not approve, it was clear in her eyes as she returned with my coke.

"Thank you." Sipping my coke My hands shook a little but my shoulder was nearly healed up. Only a slight stiffness remained, but I was certain I could use it if I needed to.

"Well?" He glanced at me blankly a moment, I didn't think he was actually giving me any attention except when he wanted to.

"Have you done a body shot?"

 

[poohlive]

"I know what a body shot is."
Willow took the bottle of tequila away from her, giving a hardened stare, before laughing in a fit of giggles and pouring them both shots.
"Done it before. A vacation to Guam. Beautiful island. Got an entire month to relax, fuck off. Good booze, really good women. Don't tell me you're opening up on me? I knew it would only take a couple of drinks. I knew it."
Lime wedges and salt came around, much to Willow's delight.
"You first? Or me? No, me first." He giggled.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

This would get me into trouble if I wasn't careful about it. Willow was a good looking guy, it was his overbearing personality that annoyed me, but of course hormones didn't listen to judgement at times.

Eying the lime and salt I nodded my head and stood up. "You first." I sat in the chair beside his, wondering what information I could get from him once he drank enough? The thought made me smile more warmly.

"Where do you want the Salt?" I held the shaker and waited for him to pick a spot, lick it and let me dump the salt. I knew where to place the lime for the time being.

The people around us began to watch with interest and some urging him on as well with chanting something in spanish. Chuckling, I was afraid we were quickly becoming the center of attention.

 

[poohlive]

"Right here, right here," He nuzzled against the side of her neck. A mock attempt at a bite, his teeth just grazing her skin.
He smiled, moving aside so he could get the shot of tequila ready. Half closed eyes showed the world around him in a blur of colors.
Holding the shot up, as a sign of a trophy. He licked the salt, drowned the shot, and then moved to her mouth, where he sucked on the lime, his tongue in no way trying to in the way as much as possible.
Making a sick face, he cheered as he took it from his mouth, hailing victory over all.
He shook the salt, a mock dance of his own, "Where do you want it?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

Trying not to laugh and squirm, it really did tickle! But this was serious and serious it would remain. I needed him relaxed so well I could basicly do whatever I wanted.

"Here.. Let me.." Taking the salt from him, I bent towards him. Smiling, I pushed his chin to turn his head to the side. He was drunk and staring at me, which made it hard to get to what I needed to do.

Bending into his body my tongue lapped up the side of his neck and back down. Feeling his slight shiver, I sprinkled the salt over his neck.
"Here.." I placed the lime between his lips and took the shot into my hand. Bending over, I licked the salt off slowly, from collar up to ear, downed the shot and moved to suck the lime between his lips.

My face twisted as my eyes watered a little, the tanginess of the drink nearly causing me to breathe fire! Setting down the shot glass I leaned back and panted for air.

"Holy shit!" Taking my coke, I hurried and drank deeply to get rid of that taste. His eyes looked glazed over, yet he was still quite agile. It would take alot to get him messed up.

"Another?" I teased with a grin, holding the salt and wiggling it a little in invitation.

 

[poohlive]

Willow could only nod, moving his fingers down to her shirt.
"Don't worry, "He mused, as he let just a little bit of cleavage come through, licking one side of her breast, and putting an ample amount of salt over the area.
"Oh, my dear. I do believe I'm falling in love."
The tequila glass, filled to the brim, altough he didn't remember actually putting liquid in it, rose high into the air, a challenge to be met once more.
His tongue came out against the salt, as he teased moving further down, before coming up and downing the shot before grabbing for the lime.
This time his lips stayed next to hers. An awkward kiss, as awkward as can be, but still within the context of a drunken game.
"HA HA!" He came out, only a slight grimace. All in the timing. One could do it just right and not make a face at all, but that of course was before you had two or three in you.
"All yours," he handed her the salt.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

"Oh no, I can not Willow.. I will be ill if I drink another! And I don't want to be sick all over your fancy shoes.. You go again.. I kind of liked it." I whispered as I moved a little closer. His face was sweaty slightly, his hands shook and his gaze was foggy almost. He was indeed drunker than a skunk!

My hand came down and rested rather high on his inner thigh, the other hand moved down to unbutton another button on my shirt, revealing more cleavage and a black silky bra.

"Perhaps we should take this to the Jet? Send the crew on a little..... trip to a store or something?" I smiled, keeping it warm and friendly as possible.

God what was I going to do?! I had to think of something to get rid of the goons, vanish the pilot and get Willow alone, I just hoped it was working.

 

[poohlive]

"We'll wrap this up then."
He made note of it, and the food all turned to doggie bags, while the rest of the tequila went with him back onto the limo.
"I always did like you. I mean, don't get me wrong, it was a physical thing, but there was more. We had a connection, you know? Something deeper than physical. You were just too afraid to admit it. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."
The limo made it back to the airport.
"Good, tell them we're taking off. And leave us alone. Lock the cockpit, and you goons go to sleep or something. Do whatever it is you do to go away and leave a gentlemen and his lady friend alone."
He snickered at this, putting his arm heavilly around her.
"let"s go have some fun"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

"Wait!" I hurried to speak out. "I need something to wear so I can shower before heading into Mongrel's.."

I smiled a little, "Besides that would give us time alone.. you know?" My fingertips trailed up his shirt front. Smiling sweetly I pleaded, "Can you send the guys to fetch me something? I feel really filthy and would love a shower.." I knew the Jet had one on it as well as a few other little conviences.

Before he could object I kissed him full on the lips, my mind trying not to register what was going on. "Thank you!" I kissed him again. The two goons didn't look pleased at all. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out some cash.

"I wear a size seven and a small shirt. Go find me something presentable but comfortable." They tried to object but I interrupted, "We're busy here dammit, get going! And tell the pilot to wait for you!" I slammed the bedroom door in their faces, hoping the pilot and guards would listen for a change.

"Alright where were we? Oh yes.. Body shots!" I smiled and my smile grew brighter as I heard the jet engines cut out.
"Where would you like the next one?" I unbuttoned my shirt a little further. Of course I was ignoring my morals and acting totally slutty, but a gal's gotta do what a gals gotta do! And trouble was we did not have alot of time before take off. How could I get him unaware of what was going on? I was tempted to drain his ass nearly dry but he would not go for that, I had to be sneakier.. Knock him out or something.

My shirt parted as I tugged it off of my shoulders, "Well?"

 

[nightray]

Ray

I open the bear that kat threw me as my eye’s move over her sitting on the calfy table. My eye’s move over her bear legs as they twitch absently. My eyes linger briefly on her exposed cleavage visible above her towel before they move to the ring glowing softly on her right hand. She asks’s me what it is and why she was lead hear... I put my feat up on the calfy table next to her hip as I sip the bear thinking of what to tell her.

“Well let’s see that is what got the family killed Aria Maggie Joseph Lance....” My eyes move to her face watching to see what her reaction to this would be. “Aria wanted to find this magic book that could change use back in to humans.” I smirk at that thought shaking my head wondering who in there right mind would give this up.

“Well needless to say some one ells wanted the book and killed them to get it. I managed to escape before the boat blow up but I couldn’t save them.” As if I wanted to I think to my self well maybe Aria she would have a made a nice pet. I look down putting a hurt look on my face witch isn’t too hard as the other side of my mind is heart at that thought. I blink a few times as if blinking away tears.

I look back up at Kat “As for the rings there supposed to mark and protect the once that are supposed to find the book.” I shrug I don’t know much about it you now how I was with magic never really could get the hang of it.”

I toss the empty bear can over my shoulder lessoning to it land in the garbage. I smile some what cockily. “I spouse sins you now have a ring that means the rings found new bearers to continue the hunt for that dam book.” I let my head fall back putting a disgusted look on my face. I shake my head slowly “I can’t even take the dam ring off with out it feeling.” I pos for a moment “I feel like something vital is missing an unreachable itch between my shoulders.” I shrug I gees that’s the way they keep you from giving up on the quest or some thing.”

I shrug agene lifting my head and looking at Kat with my dark eyes the sparks of light appearing and disappearing randomly. “I don’t even know who killed the family, all I know is he’s quite evil I sensed that much and he controls vampires some how.” I shrug don’t ask me how I don’t know if his a vampire or something ells but what could get so many of are kind to work for him.” I shrug as my eye’s move past Kat to the windows looking out at the city trying to clear my mind to find peas and the path that I must take.

 

[The GrandMage]

Lord Vladamir the Fated

He raised an eyebrow. This was the best they had. He'd been killing vampires before they'd even been born, much less changed. Grabbing the ehad of his would be attacker, he used him as a 'human' shield for the shot fired by his partner. He shrugged off the dead body, firing multiple shots into his hooter as more came into the room.

He turned. "I want information on Mongrel!" The first of hiss attackers decided not to notice Vlad's will. He did, however, notice the six bullets that ripped through his chest shortly before he died. Discarding the empty weapon, he pulled free another, his sword thrusting forward into thenext to come forward.

"Really, anyone? No?" He aimed his gun, firing into the oncoming crowd.

Well, at least they were loyal.

 

[Morgoth]

His mind reached out gently, probing, searching. "Aha!" he exclaimed as he found her. Slowly, gracefully, he descended into her. "You haven't forgotten about that telepathic link between us, my dear, have you?" he asked mockiongly. Kat jerked up in surprise at his coming. "Now that that snooping little upstart can't interrupt, I want to talk with you. After all, a few centuries worth of searching at least warrants a conversation, does it not? Especially with your maker?"

 

[poohlive]

Willow took the bottle of tequila, throwing it against the side of the plane. It splashed, sending the liquid trailing down in an ever expensive waterfall.
"I think we're past that, don't you?"
He grabbed her by her hips, moving her onto the bed. Pressing her down against the sheets, smiling a little knowing smile that only he knew, and no one else.
"You said not in a million years," his words slightly slurred, as he kissed her full on, "I knew you'd come around. They always come around."
He got on the bed, moving his knees beside hers, as he stripped himself of his shirt, moving down to nibble at the edge of hers.
"Relax baby, get a little more comfortable. The night is still young."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

The shattering bottle revealed his temperment. Flinching a little I was unprepared for his sudden grabbing of my hips.

Gaspin, I was a little shocked to be tossed onto the bed, his rough hands gripping me. He really was messed up! My temper flared a little, thinking he could just bed me like that? He had best think again!

"Stop it Willow!" He didn't budge, lost in his kissing and nibbling. Irritated I lay there a moment trying to curb the urge to strangle the life from his body. I felt him shifting his legs, moving a little. Something came over me, a sudden fear of this whole scene flashed in my mind. Freezing solid only a milisecond, I knew I had to stop this before he hurt me. Panic rose up as I tried to catch my breath but unable to do so currently.

Images flashed behind my tightly closed eyes. My breath caught as a face swam before my eyes, one I didn't know but feared suddenly. Struggling a little against willow, I could actually feel pain spreading through my lower half as I screamed out loudly. In my mind and in the room it echoed eerily. My eyes came open and with it the fear of 'get free or die!'. The ring began to glow brighter and hotter as I gasped for air and found none.

His breath smelled of whiskey and rank as all hell! Turning my head away from his, I tried to draw in clean air. Turning back towards him I did the only thing I could think of. Punched him full force into his ribs. Hearing him gasping for air made me gain a little momentum. Swinging my legs up I kicked again at him, sending him backwards against the wall. As soon as he cleared my body I was up and standing, waiting for his attack. The anger and fear that ate at me clung to me like a bad odor, my heart hammered in my head as I glared at my foe. Their faces seemed to meld together and I had a strong urge to kill.

 

[poohlive]

Willow growled deep in his throat. A sudden sense of red took over. No pain, no thought of blood, or side aching, along with the accompanied rejection of this high and mighty bitch, only a red hue that filtered out the world, and showed him only her.
"Fucking bitch!"
He screamed, taking out chunks of bottle from his forearm. Bright red drops began to drop onto the velvety carpet. He took a single step towards her. His last thought on her pretty little neck, and the jagged piece of glass still in his hand.
A phone rang.
For a moment it didn't stop him. He kept on going, like a charging bull, ready to make her pay for her little fucking mistake. Cut her, deep and long.
Then he would do so many things. Pain and pleasure together baby, nothing better when it came to a vampire.
He stopped though.
He stopped because he knew who was on the other end of that ring. His stance centered, fists turning back into normal hands, the white knuckles letting blood flow back into them.
"Yes?" He picked up the phone, wiping away something from his mouth. Blood.
He licked it.
"I'll have your heart on a platter if you aren't in the air in five minutes."
Willow said yes, putting the phone back in its cradle.
"Get some sleep," He said, his voice completely sober now. Some crazy shit running through his mind, that red filter refusing to go away, but he kept it in check.
He moved right up in front of her, their bodies touching just for a moment, before he slipped out the door to call the others back inside.
One of the goons looked at his wound, treating it carefully.
After a few minute checks, they were back in the air.

 

[VandalHeart]

Okama Gumo

The plane was quickly approaching San Francisco as Gumo's plane neared it's seventh hour in flight. He mused at how in his day things happened when they were supposed to, but caught himself at how that wasn't true and how old he would have sounded. As the plane started it's descent, he noticed that the pull of the ring wasn't changing enough. He pressed the button to summon Hiro.
"Yes, anc-- yes, sir?" Hiro caught himself before the mistake.
"Tell the pilot to keep going," he paused as he strained with western geography, "to Dallas."
Hiro's eyes widened. "Many apologies, sir, but--"
"We do live in the twentieth century, Hiro, and this isn't the familial shrine. Just tell me the problem."
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't have the fuel."
"Then refuel in-flight."
"Our carrier service has no offices in America, sir, and most of the ones that do are military controlled."
Gumo sighed. This wasn't going to be easy.
Why am I consumed with this sense of urgency? And why has it grown so much in the past few moments? What in the ten thousand hells is this ring???
"Then call ahead and have a full refuel ready at the airport. I can waste no time, Hiro, so tell them to be expedient."
Hiro nodded in response and left. Gumo went to his safe and opened it revealing a thousand year old pair of full assassin tang ninjatos. He hadn't touched them in almost fourty years, and presently he couldn't understand why he needed to touch them now. Was he really getting that close to the edge?
"Ryu, Akuma, my old sisters. I fear..." he caught on the word. It was an unfamiliar feeling by now, but fresh enough to tell him that he would be drawing blood with his sisters' blades once again. "...I fear I must beg your assistance once again. Something is calling me, and I must go to it."
After the plane landed in Dallas, then Mexico City, the heat and pull of the ring had grown so intense, that Ryu and Akuma were strapped to his shoulders and waist once again. It felt like home would to a weary traveler.
"Pilot, I want that plane's flight plan."
"That plane there, ancestor?" the pilot pointed. Gumo hadn't had that conversation with the pilot, so he ingored it.
"Yes. Once you have it, trail them by seventeen minutes and give a copy to me."
"Why seventeen?"
"Would you rather be obvious and go for ten or fifteen?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Aria

Pale wouldn't begin to describe the fear inside me as I watched him carefully. I felt like a statue or perhaps a painting as I stood as still as death itself. The blood lust in his eyes was sickening as well as frightening.
If Mongrel hadn't called when he did I was sure I would have been in alot of pain by the way he held that sharp piece of broken bottle. Willow was sick in the head, obviously very deranged.
As he came up to me with a calmed look on his face, I knew he still wanted to hurt me and slid back a distance away from him. Cocky and arrogant I was a little pissed off myself. Inhaling deeply I glared right back at him, daring him almost. There was some sick rush moving through my body with all that had just happened. Something wild and untamed, it made me want to do two things. Attack and screw.
Knowing I would lose my mind if I gave in I backed away as he moved towards the door.

"Get some sleep." was all he said to me.

I couldn't help myself when I spoke up, "Perhaps you should learn a little tenderness and shit like this wouldn't happen." He heard me but did not acknowledge it with words. As soon as he was out of the room I moved to the door and made sure it was locked tightly.

That was close and down right freakish as well. Too antsy to sit still I paced the room. As soon as Mongrel gave me back my memories I was getting the hell out of there and away from Willow. I knew if I stayed around him, one of us would be killed eventually. Finally worn out mentally and physically I sat on the bed staring at the broken bottle and the blood drops on the floor. Mongrel wouldn't be happy about that but he could afford it. Laying down I shut my eyes and tried to sleep, again the face swam before my eyes. A handsome face twisted with a sick rage.
Had I been raped before? Was it an attacker? When did it happen and what happened? Well what ever did happen, I was still alive so it couldn't have been all bad.

 

[The GrandMage]

Lord Vladamir the Fated

His fingers drummed across the table top as he stared at the man he had been told ran this outpost. It had just recently pledged loyalty to a larger outpost farther north that followed the orders of Mongrel.

The man was whimpering in pain. Most likely it was because Vlad had him hanging from the ceiling. He'd been skinned alive, and his healing had drained all the strength from him. The man was slowly bleeding to death.

Hanging around the edge of the room were those few who had submitted to Vlad's will. Vladamir was covered in blood, about a third of which was his own. He settled himself down, wincing at the newly healed bulletwound in his side.

"Now, perhaps I'm not making myself too clear. I want to know how you contact Mongrel's outpost. And if you don't tell me, I'll stop being nice to you. I can hold you at death's edge as long as it takes. I've had centuries to perfect my torture techniques."

The man whimpered again, and muttered something. Vladamir leaned forward, listening to the barely audible pleads. Sitting up, he turned to the phone, pulling it close. He hit the speeddial button he'd been given, and looked back at the pain-filled vampire. His gun tapped against his leg as he heard the rings.

After a few minutes, the phone was answered. "Hmm? What do I want? Do you work for Mongrel? ....How I know that name isn't important. Do you? Oh, you do? Well, I just wanted you to know that I've cut down your little outpost here in,.....yes, that's the one. And I'm coming for you next. And if you can't tell me where Mongrel is, I'll kill you all and move on again. .......You'll what? Yeah, sure. You do that."

He hung up, standing up, he aimed the gun, squeezing the trigger. He stretched, stepping through the puddle of blood and brains that was all that was left of the one-time leader of this little infested hole.

He glanced around at the few vampires hanging around the edges of the room. He snorted. "I'll send someone to take control of this operation in a few days. And for God's sake, act like vampires, not animals."

 

[poohlive]

Keith.

He stepped off the airplane, trying as hard as he could not to run. His pace, quick and fluttery, held him as far as one of the information counters adored with rather rude and senseless people who despite their physical appearnce, were at least a million miles away.
He snapped his fingers a couple of times, bringing the man back into the real world.
"Hey, there. My name is Keith, "He showed the man his badge, "I was told to pick up some information here."
The man's face tightened, as his eyes turned to little squints, "Sure thing."
Bending down, Keith could hear the shuffling of papers for a few seconds, before the man returned with a small manila folder.
"There, for Keith. Here you go."
He opened it up. Among files and folders was a plane ticket to Luxenberg. He checked the time, realizing he would have to hurry if he wanted to catch the flight.
"Thank you."
Another hurried walk down the airport. Hundreds of people going to and fro, each of them with their own story and their own circumstance for being here, and each and every one of the damned fuckers happened to be in his way.
After going through the final ticket counter, he sat down in a comfortable chair. Unable to relax, he glanced through the folder, trying to get a fix on just what he was chasing here.
The jet was owned by a private company, something by the name of Tripps. Nothing important, at least not to him. The president of the company was a man named Willow Underwood. Not a woman. Maybe the man who she kidnapped? Willow? Who was named Willow?
A vampire.
The answer came to him like a shot in the dark, but as soon as he thought it, he believed every syllable.
An entire horde of vampires? Could that be possible? Had he stumbled on something that big? It was a definite possibility.
His mind raced as the plane took off.
Off to another country, and to find out what in the hell it all meant.

 

[Firegirl976]

Kat

I smile absently and listen to Ray as he fills me in on his version of what is going on. I take a gulp of the beer in my hand when I suddenly sense someone probing my mind.

His mind reached out gently, probing, searching. "Aha!" he exclaimed as he found her. Slowly, gracefully, he descended into her. "You haven't forgotten about that telepathic link between us, my dear, have you?" he asked mockiongly. Kat jerked up in surprise at his coming. "Now that that snooping little upstart can't interrupt, I want to talk with you. After all, a few centuries worth of searching at least warrants a conversation, does it not? Especially with your maker?"

I know I am staring at Ray and yet through him, this person trying to fog my mind. "My maker was someone I have no wish to know............he stole my childhood from me......" MY mindvoice seethes with building rage. "And there are 2 things you should know...." I continue not realizing i am speaking outloud allowing RAy to hear the whole confrontation, and sensing his hand on mine. I again address the stranger "First you may have spent centuries looking for me but I have crossed oceans of time on my own and never needed you..." I begin building up a small reserve of power, "Second is............" I stop my monologue at the sudden mental caress I feel. Shaking my physical head to try and help clear it a shiver runs up my spine and before I can finish my thought I suddenly feel myself being shaken out of the confrontation and back to my bloodkin.............

 

[VandalHeart]

Gumo

The pilot called Gumo into the cockpit and handed him a print out.
"Sir, here's the flight plan, and I'm registering a similar one with flight control now, but they're asking for a departure time."
"And why aren't you telling them the time I gave?" Gumo asked.
The pitol turned to face him. "Because sir, you have that look in your eyes, and they aren't scheduled to leave for another ten minutes. If we leave now, we could bypass them and be waiting when they got there."
Gumo smiled at the pilot. Any other vampire his age would have yelled at the man for questioning orders, but Gumo had more sense than that and quickly considered it.
"File the plan with an immediate departure. Good work, pilot."
By the time Willow and Aria were in the air, Gumo was far ahead of them.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Unless Vandal plans on doing something in mid flight, I think we can move on.


Willow winced again, as the pain shot through his arm. A sudden unpleasent crease came upon his brow. Pain, reserved pain with no repricussions. He wanted to hurt her, in the worse fucking way. To tease him like that, to think she could play with him only to back out. He deserved her, she had displayed herself to him, and he had the right to take it.
Mongrel would kill him. Worse, Mongrel would let him live. One of the freaks that limped their way down in the lower dungeons. The monsters no one talked about in his organization. Things that cried into the night, begging for death.
Wishing for it.
He kept them alive, in constant pain, for no other reason than to have them suffer daily for fucking with him. Willow had never crossed Mongrel's word in all of his service, and damned if some fucked up cunt would turn him now.
If only he could tell her about her kid. Let her see the photo's he took afterwards, of the crumpled up carcass in a fetal position. Such fun.
He needed to release some of this pent up energy.
Walking into the back room with Lance, Willow could see the man was awake.
"How'd you sleep?"
Lance made a laugh, which quickly turned into a ragged cough, blood dropping to the floor.
"I've been better."
Willow punched him, watching as his entire body rocketed to the side, flowing limply on the chains that still bound him.
"Haven't we all."
A brutal kick, causing him to cry out. Something which Willow relished. He kicked him again, just to hear the fatal lapse in his voice. A sound that came from despair more than the voicebox.
Truly amazing.
One final punch. Something ricocheted off of the plane walls. Willow had to bend down to take a look. A bloody tooth.
How cute. He picked it up. A little souvenir.
"Thank you," He said, cracking the knuckles in his hand. He did feel better now. A wave of freshness poured over him. He felt like a new man.
"Any time." Lance could barely make out, wincing as he did so. Willow turned around to him, giving the man the oddest look, before laughing out loud and returning to the main cabin.
There, he lied down on a side leather couch, and drifted off to sleep.
He didn't wake until they were about to land. As quick as he could he made himself look presentable and knock on the locked door.
"We're here."
The plane descended to a small airport on the Belguim/German border.