Topic: The Huntress....Hunted?

Belle De Morte

Date: 2008-01-16 01:11 EST
Belle was being followed. What she couldn't figure out was...how" She was vampire, nearly a deamon, and she could smell human. How could a human evade her"

The scritching of a blown leaf behind her sent her inches off the ground, damn she was jumpy tonight. She blew a puff of air to send dark locks from her eyes, those eyes lit up the dark alley with green hell-fire. She knew the Watch was after her, but something far more dangerous was after her, too.

Belle had read about what had happened to Veronica, had seen the Manor. Someone or something had a vendetta against her, that much was clear, but...who' Why"

A growl, her own, but unnoticed. Her eyes glazed and she became the woman she was the other night, when the hunger took her. Zaruk's hand touched her, and Belle was Belle no more. She became the killer he bred her to be, and she had no recollection of the woman she had tried to become.

Rats scurried away, scenting a predator among them. A wail of a hungry child, thin and desperate, from some window above her. Ears pricked, the Huntress paused, deliberating; an easy kill or the thrill of a slaughter"

Hellish giggles, maddening. What sort of question was that' Her demonic wings snapped open, velvet black against a star-pricked sky. She lept to the currents, swooping down in the dark park. No lights shone here, but it was far from empty.

Belle/Huntress moved silently through the brush, a pair of lovers scented. Their musky odors tantalizing, she struck quickly. First the male, nearly tearing off his head in the eagerness to taste him. Then, his woman. She was screaming, but paralized with fear. This one, this morsal, Belle/Huntress tore into like a rabid dog. Her fist punched a whole in the woman's breast plate, eager to get at her heart's blood. Delicious.

Moments later, sated but far from finished, the Huntress took to the skies again, searching for young blood, fresh and innocent.

She found it in a small child, lost, scared, and trembling on a park bench. The Huntress approached, giggling like a girl. "Come to me. I can help you find your way home, little one..." It was not her voice, but the voice of Zaruk.

Ecstasy Is Revenge

Date: 2008-01-17 17:59 EST
The child cowered on the bench beside her, and she whispered soothing words, knowing full well that in the face of the monster, they were useless. She knew, however, that the child was perfectly safe with her. A twinge of guilt in her heart for using him as bait, but, then again, he had tried to kill her for her boots. Let this be a lesson to him.

Bellora sat, invisible to everyone including Belle, poised in the shadows and waited for the Huntress to get closer. She could smell the stench of deamon kind on her, and could see the mania in the vampiress' eyes. So this is why she slaughtered. She was touched by the hand of her own Master. How had he done it'

Bellora had done her homework. She knew who this woman was, who she had been, and why she was here. She knew, also, what had happened with that artist near the river; the one Zaruk had possesed and whom Belle had turned to save. How had the Master Deamon managed to posess a dead body' Which, technically, was what Belle was. This was not going to be easy.

"Wait...wait....I'm still here beside you. She will not harm you. Wait...not yet....NOW!"Bellora shouted in the young boy's ear, stirring him to action. He stood, ducked under the approaching grasp of Belle's outstretched arms, and fled.

Shocked and dismayed, Belle screeched in frustrated anger and spun on a spiked boot heel. Bellora took this opportunity of distraction to pounce on the unsuspecting vampiress. Slipping a garotte over Belle's head, the vampire's own forward motion aided Bellora in pulling it tight about her neck and successfully hauling Belle back into her. The Demi-Goddess called on her own strength to hold her, a stern set to her jaw as she struggled with the possessed vamp; this was NOT going to be easy.

Belle's gagged choking slowed as the wire cut through flesh, allowing the vamp-designed toxin to be absorbed and start to work. Belle's body slumped slowly against Bellora; she would be completely paralyzed but coherent, as much as she was prior to capture, that is. Bellora was hoping for at least an hour to work with.

She lifted the vamp into her arms and headed for her offices where a sound proofed cell and restraints awaited their newest prisoner. Justice was going to have to wait, Bellora needed answers now. This Zaruk character could quite possibly pose an even greater threat to life on Rhy'din if he'd figured a way into the world through his minions.

Belle De Morte

Date: 2008-01-19 14:55 EST
The Huntress was foiled in her attack, the boy got away. No! With a scream of rage, Belle/Huntress spun to give chase, but was drawn up short by a pain in her neck. She coughed, choked, and fell backwards, hoping to ease the cutting off of her airway and the pain in the flesh of her throat. It felt as if her skin was beign seared, and the Huntress felt a tinge of fear. Her Master, Zaruk, urged her on, however, telling her to enjoy the pain, and to free herself.

A surge of strength, but it was useless. Belle began to fight for control of her own body, but this too was becoming useless. The muscles seemed to fall limp, her nerve endings dulled. The pain was gone, but it was impossible to move. Her eyes, even, would not obey her commands to look anywhere but straight ahead. Belle had full control over her consciousness, but fear gripped her. What had happened" She tasted blood on her tongue, but could not remember hunting. She felt heavy, weighted with sand bags.

She heard a soft grunt and felt herself be slung over a shoulder. The ground spun as she was flipped up and over, and she stared at a rather nicely shaped behind. They were walking, her captor and her, and she used this time to try and puzzle out what had happened.

To no avail, her thoughts spun and searched. She tried to swallow, but was unable to. Humiliated, she watched a bit of pink, blood-tinged drool dribble onto the backs of this woman's legs. Where was she being taken"

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