Rise of Souls - IC

[TearsoftheWorld]

"Get off..." Eliza spat, but her vision was already starting to blur. Just what in the Hell did he inject her with? Her body was immune to most toxins, but she was feeling even more tired than before. She struggled to get out of his grip, but he held her down pretty good.

"Get... off! I swear I'll kill you quickly, human" Eliza cursed. She felt her head being pressed down into the ground in a humiliating manner.

She winced in pain a little and then spat out a mixture of muccus and blood. She still had a bit of strength in her, and she was able to lift herself up, even with the human holding onto her. She knocked him off, but was unable to do anything further. Whatever they had injected her with sapped her of what little strength she had left in her.

It was like a drug... intoxicating, quickly spreading through her system, and she fell to the ground unconscious.

 

[Sean Renaud]

It sometimes felt like the world was moving in slow motion. He shouted for a bag and the men, the men were just standing around staring at him like he was speaking some foreign language. At least it felt that way as he was wrestling with a supernatural being that was either getting weaker or just really pissed off and about to rip his head off and wipe her esquisite ass with his tongue.

"Get off..." At least she was starting to sound weaker. "Get... off! I swear I'll kill you quickly, human" Again that was starting to be a promising situation, he wasn't dead yet.

She swatted him, even drugged she was still alot stronger than him, enough that she was able to escape his grasp but she was only able to make it a few steps before she fell unconcious, which shockingly enough frightened Jermaine more than it pleased him. Deadman's blood works! It killed her.

Jermaine scrambled over to Eliza's unconcious body and immediately he went to check for breathing. She's not breathing! He followed that immediately by checking for a pulse. She's got no pulse! He leaned down to start CPR, she was no good to him dead. If she died. Hold on a tick. She's not supposed to breath. . .or half a pulse. He took a deep breath and rolled her onto her stomach cuffing her wrists, then adding a zip tie around her elbow further restricting her.

She was bagged, literally a leather back placed over her head while the commandos both gathered their dead and the The Dead for transport. The purpose of the bag were plenty, vampires were infact human. Without her sight she'd be less likely to attack. She had no way of knowing how many or how well armed they were. She was blinded as well which made her easier to deal with. Together the men loaded her into a black van to start the trip back to the facility.

"I'll sit with her, the rest of you stay up front." Jermaine commanded as the men dispersed into their individual transports. He was alone with the vampire, shackling her ankles together, an additional strap was placed connecting her wrists to the seat, she could barely stand up without ripping her own arms off. Jermaine was perfectly safe sitting across from her, assuming she couldn't say snap steel, or turn herself into mist. If she could do either of these things the facility wouldn't hold her anyway so Jermaine pulled the hood partially off her, fastening it just beneath her nose. He still wasn't certain that he hadn't killed her he'd never been present when one of the creatures was terminated. Word was they turned to dust but he didn't know for sure, she could have died.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

The Slayer

Train? She had to train? Wasn't patrolling the best way to train? For all she knew, spending time not dusting Vampires was like giving them a free Hallpass.

As much as she hated to say it, fighting was a lot more stress relieving than training. Shauna was rather itching to continue on with her patrolling, but there was a sudden disturbance that left her raising an eyebrow. A loud voice had carried out through the air, but it was in a language that she didn't recognize.

"What the heck was that all about?" Shauna asked, practically demanding. If something had drawn the attention of her Watcher, it had to have been something of importance.

She folded her arms and waited, looking to see if she would get some answers. Otherwise she'd just stand there and continue on with her job.

Though she wouldn't mind leaving the life of a Slayer behind.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

When Eliza finally came around to her senses, she felt like her head was going to explode. Which, for a vampire, is not a good thing. She could live without an arm or a leg, but without her head...

Luckily it was just an annoying headache.

On the bright side she was still alive. Though not really... she could never be 'alive' in the traditional sense.

Eliza found her ankles had been locked together, and her hands and wrists were strapped together as well. She couldn't, for all intents and purposes, move at all. Perhaps if she had her full strength Eliza might be able to break free. The drug in her system was apparently still impeding her abilities.

To make matters worse, Eliza couldn't see worth a damn. She could feel a cover bound over her face, tied down beneath her nose and just above her lips.

"Fuckin Hell..." she groaned. Eliza struggled with the straps a little but they held her down pretty good.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Fuckin Hell..." she groaned. Eliza struggled with the straps a little but they held her down pretty good.

"You're alive, good. I was beginning to worry that I'd killed you. You've got questions I'm sure, who I am, what I want, who we work for. Since it doesn't hurt to let you know these things I'm going to. My name is Major Jermaine Sharpe, Officer in Charge of the Inititive. We are a highly secret sect of the United States military tasked with the combat, capture, and control of the supernatural menace. You are currently being transported to a facility where you will be studied, the limits of your strength and durability will be tested. When we've finished with you, in likelylihood you'll be terminated."

Jermaine was very matter of fact with her, his heart was still beating a mile a minute, and he was perspiring slightly. Most humans wouldn't be able to detect his fear and knowing that would have comforted him. Thing was in the stories this creatures could hear your heart beating in your chest, smell the fear on you or just plain read your mind. Jermaine was confinced that most of that was probably just bullshit but having seen her fight . . .well some of the stories were true.

"You are Eliza Westfield, you're five hundred years old give or take a few decades, you were born English. You've killed at least one "Slayer", I'll have to ask you later if Slayer's are real or not, if it's really just one. I'm digressing however. You were chosen because you are one of the oldest vampires living in the United States Also you were chosen because you don't have a coven or whatever you people call a gang. Nobody out there is going to miss you or come looking for you. Finally you were chosen because I think you're esquisitely beautiful and I've always wanted to meat you."

Jermaine paused for a moment letting her absorb what he'd just said before he continued. "Now I'm sure you still have questions so feel free to ask, we have a little ways to go and then we're faced with the rather daunting task of getting you out of this van and into an enclosure without you killing anybody. I'd like to just lower the hood and carry you like a woman, but if I'm not convinced that's safe, well turns out that the hunters were right. Deadman's blood worked like a charm on you, and don't think for a second that I'm more concerned with your safety than my own."

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

OOC: You want to meat her, huh? *giggles*
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"I can tell you're concerned for your safety. I can hear your heart beating..." Eliza warned, calming herself down a bit.

This human seemed to know a lot about her. Question was, who spilled the beans? She had kept a relatively low profile over the past hundred or so years, so either she slipped up somewhere or they had managed to find one of her associates and her name came up.

Didn't really matter now. All she thought about was how she could get free. Thing was, if Eliza had tried to break free they'd just drug her again.

That didn't matter much either. She'd kill him later.

"I have a few questions, sure. Mind letting me go? I promise I won't bite," she teased. She still couldn't see, but her senses were still functioning properly. Even under the hood her ears picked up sounds that most humans would have missed.

Eliza tried struggling against her restraints, but even as her strength returned she found them increasingly bothersome. Finally she just relaxed.

"How are your boys? The ones that are still alive, I mean. Pity for those other guys. Someone's gonna have to call mommy and daddy and tell them their kids are dead. I'd hate to be the one to make that call."

Eliza smiled, outwards and inside.

"They made a good snack, though."

 

[Sean Renaud]

"How are your boys? The ones that are still alive, I mean. Pity for those other guys. Someone's gonna have to call mommy and daddy and tell them their kids are dead. I'd hate to be the one to make that call."
Eliza smiled, outwards and inside.

"They made a good snack, though."

Jermaine frowned slightly but not much, they were tools after all. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I'll make sure I remember that when we start experimenting on your physical limiations." He said shaking his head slightly.

"So you really can hear my heartbeat. I have to admit I always thought that was just bullshit campfire talk. Is it just human heart beats, can you control it? I mean it just seems that the world is a noisy enough place with out dozens of drummers walking around you all day." He chuckled slightly as he looked at her. "If you're only question is how are my men I may as well lower the hood and sit up front though. Your hands are bound, same with your feet, you're chained to the wall and shouldn't be able to get up. Thing is I'm not sure and I've seen you kill two men with those lips tonight. Still the objective was met, you're captured and alive. Now I want you as . . .comfortable and happy as possible."

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Physical limitations... puh! They got lucky. Not to mention they cheated. Though she couldn't really blame them. If it had been just a fist fight, well Eliza would probably still be back under that tree and feasting to her hearts content.

She'd let that comment slip, for now at least.

"I'd be a lot happier if you let me go," she repeated.

"These chains are awfully cold," she pleaded innocently, her pouty lips quickly twisting into a mischievous grin.

"And was it only two? I swore I had... oh yes I did kill a few people before you guys showed up. I just can't keep track anymore," Eliza said before adding a tsk tsk.

"This is kind of fun, this little chat of ours. You're such a nice guy, staying back here to keep me company. I bet you're in line for a big promotion, huh? Why don't you take this hood off me so I can see who I'm talking to. It's not nice to treat a lady this way."

 

[Sean Renaud]

"And was it only two? I swore I had... oh yes I did kill a few people before you guys showed up. I just can't keep track anymore," Eliza said before adding a tsk tsk.

"This is kind of fun, this little chat of ours. You're such a nice guy, staying back here to keep me company. I bet you're in line for a big promotion, huh? Why don't you take this hood off me so I can see who I'm talking to. It's not nice to treat a lady this way."

"You're not wrong Eliza, you killed one with his baton, and I'm pretty sure you snapped one of their necks with a punch. I was only counting the men who'd been killed with a kiss." He let his eyes wander over her for a moment. It was very obvious that she was inteligent, talented at bantering. Eliza hadn't bothered earlier when she felt she had the advantage and that was something to be happy about. She no longer felt in control.

"Well I guess we'll find out about another vampire myth here in a second." He pulled the hood off completely and smiled slightly. Even after a tussle she was still very very attractive. So apparently you can't read minds, or if you can you have to try, I'm hoping you can't hypnotize with a stare, least not any more so than any other woman of your. . .proportions." Inwardly he was already kicking himself, she was a monster, what was more she was his superior, a creature so rare that Jermaine had long since considered them to be legend. She wasn't really going to melt over the I'm a super soldier routine that got the other girls knocky in the knees and moist between and betwixt. Even more to the point he shouldn't be thinking that way.

"So tell me Eliza, what's it like?" He had to consciously resist saying I'm dying to find out in no small part because he was still concerned that was actually an option.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

"Those guys? I was actually talking about the woman and I guess it was her boyfriend. Or husband... I didn't actually stop to ask," Eliza said outloud, mostly to herself.

She couldn't help but smirk and chuckle to herself.

"Should've worn a neckbrace made of titanium. Those things are impossibly to tear through," she added.

She felt his hands touch down upon the covering over her head, and she blinked a few times when she could finally see again.

"And no, I can't hypnotize you. Drac can, though. Still won't teach me how, no matter how many times I ask him. He's damn cute, though."

Eliza did seem a bit roughed up, her soft cheeks marred with some small dirt stains, and her hair had seen better days. She looked at Major Jermaine Sharpe and smiled.

"A woman of my proportions, huh?" Eliza repeated, smiling seductively. She glanced down at her chest and then softly bit her lip.

"Maybe we've already got something going between us. I mean we've already skipped on dinner and gone straight into bondage," she remarked, testing her restraints again.

Eliza relaxed into her seat, content at seeing the handsome look of the Major.

"So, what's what like?"

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Maybe we've already got something going between us. I mean we've already skipped on dinner and gone straight into bondage,"

Eliza relaxed into her seat, content at seeing the handsome look of the Major.

"So, what's what like?"

She had to mention Dracula, Vlad Tepes. His inner fanboy was shrieking, it was like finding out that Santa Claus was real. "Well that's interesting it's a skill not something that comes with age. According to most of the research I've done you'd be right around the same age as Dracula, he was born in 1431, if the records can be trusted he was turned, sired, vamped?. . . sometime in the middle of that century. I'll have to drill you more on Dracula in the future. I want to know what it's like being a vampire."

The vehicle they were in was slowing down, she would be able to hear the soldiers outside going through their routine, and a gate being opened. They were nearly to their destination.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

"No, it's not something that comes with age. I just... haven't quite figured out how to do it. But there are other ways of luring people in," she added with a smile. She turned her head to the side when she noticed the car had slowed down a little.

"Honey we're home," she said before looking back at Jermaine.

"And for the record, he'll never tell you this of course, but for the record I'm older than he is. And prettier, too," Eliza added.

"So what's it like being a vampire? Well... it's exhilerating. Raw power and grace... it's intense. I like the feeding, but what Vampire doesn't? There are some downsides, of course. I haven't seen a sunrise or sunsut in five hundred years. Not that I really enjoyed them while I was alive. I was kept locked in a cage... only let out to feed the animals and for his amusement," Eliza scowled.

"Why do you care so much anyways?" Eliza asked, her mood becoming a bit more foul now.

Bad memories.

 

[AmenRa]

Isaiah half-turned to Shauna and answered her.

"It was a voice from the past," he stated. "And possibly one in your future. A powerful vampire." His face made a scowl.

"We've no time for this," he said. "The military has, for a very, very long time, been bent on capturing and containing an Undead for some purpose. This information comes from varied pieces of stories and tales gathered by Watchers, Slayers, and even vampires."

Isaiah continued speaking as they walked. "You must find the truth of this, and learn their intentions, and if necessary, stop them."

"And now," he finished, pointing to an old, weathered multi-story home, "you train."

 

[Sean Renaud]

"So what's it like being a vampire? Well... it's exhilerating. Raw power and grace... it's intense. I like the feeding, but what Vampire doesn't? There are some downsides, of course. I haven't seen a sunrise or sunsut in five hundred years. Not that I really enjoyed them while I was alive. I was kept locked in a cage... only let out to feed the animals and for his amusement," Eliza scowled.

"Why do you care so much anyways?"

"Come on you might not have caught a sunrise in five centuries but I know you've watched television, read books. You Vampirella is a popular because the writing is great? Every body wants to be a vampire, live forever, with you?" He smirked as they pulled into the garage. "And I didn't ask, or care about your human life. It is interesting to think of a creature of your beauty being owned." Jermained leaned forward slightly a distance that would have been intimate if it wasn't literally tempting death. In a harsh whisper he hissed. "Must have been the luckiest man ever born.

With a sigh he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bit, solid blue cylinder with a strap to fasten around her head. "So Eliza are you going to let me gag you and carry you, or would you rather another does of deadman's blood?" He grinned still leaned dangerously close to the lethal animal.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Eliza really tested her restraints when she growled at Jermaine, his words having hit a pretty sore spot with her. She continued to curse her current predicament, sorely wishing she could have killed him earlier.

"Just wait until I get out of here, you miserable rodent" Eliza spat.

She lurched forward as far as she could, given the hold her chains had on her. But she could only budge so much, just out of reach of the human.

Eliza didn't want to be put under the effects of the drug, but she wouldn't cooperarte willingly either.

With a sour face she relaxed her muscles, tuning out Jermaine as the vehicle pulled into one of the facilities garages.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Jermaine shook his head slightly. He'd managed to hit sore spot. "Eliza, I apolo-" He sighed and shook his head. "You're not going to kill me, I've survived four vampire attacks, and all those were when I was a young child." He reached for another of the syringes. "However I'm not stupid, if I try to pick you up without you being gagged you'll tear my throat out. If I try to put the bit in without your permision. . .I've seen how fast you are. At the least I risk losing a finger. So I wish I didn't have to do this to you but you're not giving me any choice."

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Eliza didn't really say much of anything. She remained silent, secretly wishing she could just scream out loud and rip the bonds that held her in place. If she was to go with them quietly, it'd have to be over her dead body.

Which was funny... cause she was already dead.

She did think about the various ways she could end his life. Some were quick and relatively painless, but he didn't deserve a death like that. She'd have to make sure that he felt his life being slowly drained from his body... and yet she would still not grant him release.

The vehicle had finally come to a stop, and she could hear people moving around outside. They were getting ready to bring her inside.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Jermaine had been more than charitable, well the reality was that he really just wanted to get the chance to cop a feel, and it wasn't impossible that she'd caught onto that fact, still he wished he didn't have to put her down again. He jabbed her again and waited the few moments for the drug to put her down. She would lose consciousness just as the doors were opened. The heavy leather bag was replaced over her head tied tight around her neck this time. It wasn't like breathing was something she was concerned with, but her teeth could easily become a factor.

"Becareful with her. She's extraordinary. Strong, fast, inteligent. Take her directly to her cell and have her fitted with a shock collar."

The men saluted and took her away. The next several hours would probably be amongst the most unpleasant of her existance. Scientists can sometimes be just like boys with toys when they are given something new to toy with. How many volts did it take to drop her exactly? Seemed that 20,000 volts, more than double what would kill a man, seemed to consistantly rob her of all motor function long enough to be restrained. Human sedatives did work on her, again what would be a fatal dose for a human seemed to be a nice benchmark.

They had gotten to testing her healing factor, when Jermaine had finally stopped them. Not because he was concerned for them but because of something he'd noticed as she suffered through a barrage of small arms fire. For the breifest of moments her eyes had shifted colors.

She was could increase her power. Scientists weren't warriors, they didn't understand that feral act of cutting loose completely but he would have been able to read that even without the physical change. His first guess was that the metamorphisis was stress induced, if she could summon up this extra strength at will she would have earlier and he'd be dead. More likely know his fortune he'd be the only person who wasn't dead. Anyway that had made him chase away the scientist.

When Eliza woke she would find herself in a cell, ten by ten feet and clear plastic with wires running through it. Jermaine would be sitting just outside of it still wearing the digital camoflauge pants and black boots but only a black wife beater covered his torso.

"Well the worst is over, for you at least. I figure you're still thinking you're going to be the person to kill me though? "

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Eliza growled low when she felt the needle stab into her body, and she uttered a few inaudible curses while she lay there helplessly. The drug took a little while to kick in, and after a few moments she was starting to fall asleep again.

"I... hate you," she managed to say before she fell into a deep slumber. Her body had been carried out of the van and into the facility, then placed into a holding cell.

When Eliza woke up a few hours later, she had a pounding headache. A collar had been placed around her neck, and a small device had been lodged in by her mouth, keeping her teeth occupied. It was more for their protection than anything else. Her hands were bound behind her back, and a tiny rope was wrapped around her legs.

Those were easily torn apart.

"Nnnnghh..." Eliza groaned as she looked around her. Every so often someone would walk by, but a short while after that they had started their little 'experiments' on her.

Eliza was tortured in a way that would make most human rights activists throw up and sit down on the floor and cry. The scientists shot her with bullets, waited for her to heal, timed it, and then shot her again. She held back the pain for the most part, but on one occasion a small tear actually managed to fall down her cheek.

But she was also fuming with anger. The more they hit her, the more upset she became.

The scientists finally stopped experimenting, and Eliza waited for her body to heal itself. It was a slow and painful process, but it left no scarring and her body was back to 100% again. Once again she had been subjected to their drug, and had fallen asleep.

When she awoke again she was in a different cell, and this one seemed less like a prison cage and more like a mental hospital chamber.

Major Jermaine was sitting outside, watching her.

Eliza grumbled and shuffled her feet.

"I'd count on it," she retorted.

"You must think you're pretty tough, sitting out there. Why don't you come in here and we can play patty cake?"

 

[Sean Renaud]

"No Eliza, I don't feel tough sitting out here. I'm out here because I'm helpless. I'm human and even with every single thing we've evented from shotguns to tasers I don't think I could take you in a fight. Maybe with the shock gloves the tech guys are cooking up. You're locked in an electric cage because I know you would rip my throat out in an instant." What he was saying was completely true after all. The best he could hope for in a fight with her would be to somehow fail to meet his death, but that had happened enough time that he could safely gamble that the Reaper only wanted to share a shot rather than finish the bottle with him.

"Eliza we are going to try something new with you. The fact is that vampires, and other demons are starting to gain quite a foothold in this country. Being a young country we looked around to see how this threat was dealt with around the world. Seems that Europe has atleast three distinct organizations handling this. One is known at The Organization, rumor has it they have control of a powerful vampire. The second is the Iscariot Organization, rumored to be under the conrol of the Pope himself. They have human warriors somehow enhanced by cyber chips. Niether of these are confirmed. Finally there is the group from which we are largely decended. There seems to be a third group but we can't seem to get a lot information o them." Jermaine shifted slightly in his seat. He was unarmed but what was the point? She was behind electrified plastic, even trying to get at him would deliver a nasty shock, and if that wasn't enough to discourage her he could activate the collar around her neck with a single motion and that would drop her like a bad habit.

"On subject there is a rumor that atleast two vampires, maybe three or four if the stories out of London are true, have had had their souls restored and were made to fight for mankind. Truth is as beaufiul as you are I think when we are finished testing you you we should put you down. Hitler had a soul, so did Charles Manson, not to mention I don't even truely believe a sould exists. You'd probably be the same killing machine afterwards. But guys with more brass on their collar than me say we gotta try." He snorted. "An arms race, an atomic race and now a monster mash."

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Eliza looked around at her cell. It was equal on all four sides, and apparently they were all electrified. She grumbled and sat on the floor, her arms wrapped around her legs. The collar around her neck was annoying, but it could have been worse.

But at least the human recognized just how powerless he was against her in a fair fight.

She did raise an eyebrow when he began talking about restoring her soul. If she wasn't living proof of the mystical and abnormal forces at work in the world, Eliza would have called him a liar. But he was right... there were ways in which something like that can take place.

But most of those spells had long been lost. She found it hard to believe that some mere mortals could have unlocked that door.

"You have no idea what my life was like before I became a vampire. Maybe I was a good little girl," Eliza said.

Truth was her past life had been a living hell on Earth. She had a normal family at one point, but it was taken away from her at a young age. She was subjected to servitude until the day she died.

They day he had bitten her.

"So what? You guys going to keep torturing me until you give me back my soul? You're messing with powers far beyond your control. You know that, right?"

 

[Sean Renaud]

"So what? You guys going to keep torturing me until you give me back my soul? You're messing with powers far beyond your control. You know that, right?"

"You're right I don't know you were before you became a vampire. You might have been an innocent girl and you might have gone to heaven when you died. You might have been a whore who killed men in their sleep and you might have gone to hell. Or life might be all that we have and you might be stuck in that body of yours. I don't know the truth and I've never met anybody who was completely certain. Everybody thinks we are playing with fire. So were the inventors of the atom bomb. Sometimes a man has to toss the dice." He paused stepping closer to the enclosure, she couldn't hurt him, not through the enclosure at any rate.

"Like I said we are through torturing you, well for the most part. The scientists are now working on the final stages of being able to restore your soul, or a soul to you. I'm not really sure on all this mystic stuff. I'm much better at electrodes."

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

"If I had gone to heaven then I wouldn't be here, now would I?" Eliza grumbled. She had fangs, not wings.

Eliza watched as he came up closer to her cage, and she quickly sprung forward, right to the edge of the enclosure. Any closer and she would have sent sprawling back from the electricity. Her sudden movement was simply meant to scare him a little.

"So, when I get my soul back... what? Am I supposed to play nice and help you guys out?"

"Fat chance of that happening," she grumbled, moving away from her cage to sit back down on the floor.

"But I don't suppose I have much of a choice, do I? No... I'm at your mercy, aren't I?" Eliza asked, getting back up with a smile on her face. She glanced down at her chest and pushed it out a little as she approached the wall again.

"Big strong soldier boy has his girl all locked up. I bet you'd like to play a little, huh?" she asked seductively.

"I mean it's awfully lonely in this cage of mine. I'm sure your superiors wouldn't mind if you had a little bit of fun."

 

[Sean Renaud]

"If you'd gone to heaven?" Jermaine chuckled. "I guess you never gave it much thought about your soul did you Eliza. If human beings really have souls and your soul is judged upon your death when you died your soul must have gone somplace. when you were turned into a vampire. I imagine that if you were a good person you'd soul would go to heaven while youre body keeps on moving down here."

Jermaine paused slightly as he listened to her, amore importantly as he watched her move. "You know beautiful I might be easier to trick into getting closer to you if you'd stop reminding me every couple of moments that you're going to rip my throat out."

A man dressed in a white coat walked up and tapped him on the shoulder whispering something to which Jermaine just nodded. "Well atleast there is some good news, apparently you don't need to be let out of your cage before you get your soul back. We should be able to do it at a distance. You are right I have wondered if giving you a soul back is really in our best interest, there are plenty of men who've killed and have perfectly functional souls. The higher ups seem to think that you're guilt will somehow make you compliant with our wishes. I'm thinking that we'd be a lot better off just disecting you because eventually you will get free, and when you do, soul or not you're going to be a pissed off woman. I've heard lots of stories about women scorned, I'm not anxious to find out what happens when a vampire is that pissed off woman."

"I guess how much you like me in a few minutes will depend on where your soul spent the last five hundred years, if we even have souls." He smirked. "I guess I should go see if they need anything." Jermaine said starting to walk away.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Eliza yawned as Jermaine began talking about her soul, and she turned aside and took a few steps as she folded her arms across her body. He was obviously not going to fall for her outward charm, and that annoyed her a little.

But... she did want to rip his throat out, so she couldn't really blame him for playing it smart.

He wasn't like most guys, apparently.

She raised an eyebrow as someone else walked up to the cage, and she heard him whisper something into Jermaine's ear.

"Well... we'll just have to wait and see. I'll have to thank your superiors for giving me the chance to right my wrongs. The world shall become a safer place because of me. It'll be like I've been born again... only not," Eliza said as Jermaine began walking away.

Once again she cursed at herself for getting into this mess. She should have just killed a few of his men and then made a run for it. But she got greedy... she figured she could kill all of them before the sun would even start to rise.

In anger she punched the wall of her cage, and electricity coursed through her body. She was sent sprawling to the floor, a few bits of electricity still crawling over her skin.

"Damnit," she grumbled as she sat up, wrapping her arms around her legs.