((Kurls, if te read this I didn't realize te had an OC called Serenity ;-; So I'm sorry about that... Cause it just happens to be Blade's middle name Dx I'm sows!!))
Blade and her Dad.. (She doesn't like him -.-)
I took Damian's hand and he lead me back into the mansion, the lonely idle building in the middle of a forest. His touch was cold, but comforting as he pulled me in, locking the grand doors behind him. The thought of being stuck here still didn't stomach well and I'd give anything to be some place else. Unfortunately, for me, my apartment was taken, da a wonderful passionate couple in love, it was sickening. So my last resort was this desolate living area of fancy cakes and velvet everything
. I'd have to abide da his
rules. To get what I wanted. And, in all honesty, I was not the one for following anyone's commands.
"Serenity..." His voice was husky as he pressed against me from behind, and I shuddered from my middle name being revived from its sleep. Damian was a good foot-and-a-half taller than me, so the fact that my head rested against his chest, and I heard nothing of the long ceased cuore he possessed, sent a cold fever rushing through me. Slowly, I pushed from him and sighed,"Don't call me that..."
"It is in your name, right?"
"And te are living with me, right?"
"Then why can't I call te that."
"Because I said, Damian! Please, of all things, respect this one wish and do not
call me that." The heat burned my insides and scalded my heart,"I'm going to go take a shower..." I knew I wouldn't be able to wash away all the scorching pain but I could sure as hell try. And as I headed up the stairs into the bathroom Damian commentato something about dinner, but I discarded it, knowing my appetite was far from famished.
I stood in front of the mirror, my camicia gliding to the floor along with the rest of my clothing. I stared intently at the bandages, around my face, and decided to leave them-noting to ask my host about them later. Suddenly, his words echoed, not Damian's but someone elses. I turned and glanced over my shoulder, forcing my neck to turn until it hurt, as I peered at the jagged scar that made out the letter 'B'. The mark stretched from my lower back to my shoulder blades. I closed my eye, bent my arm around my waist and touched the slick tissue when the voiced rung through my head again. "Serenity..."
My eye snapped open and I was in my room, the old apartment my family used to live in, I admit we weren't the poorest family, but we came close to rock bottom. I tried to sposta but I couldn't... again the name sounded,"Serenity.."
. I looked around, and to my left was a girl, about eleven, being forced to the ground. Her long blonde hair was cascading over her face. She started to scream but again came the name, and she bit back. A glare caught my eye, in the glint of the moonlight was a curved knife, the wielder appearing to be a man, his lengthy golden hair shimmering along with his vibrant red eyes. He seemed furious but his tone still came out soft and tender. The blade came closer to the girl's shoulder and I attempted to yell stop, but the noise was silent. I watched, helpless, as the coltello dug into the soft cotton camicia and then into the skin of the girl. The blood that seeped through the cloth made my stomach churn, the coltello was gradually making it's way down the girls back. That's when it hit me. I was watching myself. An old memory, I stored away. I didn't want to watch this, I closed my eye and whispered silently, to go back. The screams of the girl pounding into my ears.
When I opened my eye, tears were-involuntarily- dripping from it. I didn't stop them though, instead I slipped into the doccia and cried. I cried for the last time. I was never going to let tears spill over one single thing ever again. Nothing in this cruel world was going to break me ever again.
Damian sat at the tavolo as I made my way into the dark dining hall. The moonlight and few candles served in illuminating the room. A grandiose amount of Cibo crowed the table, when there was only two of us. Was he expecting visitors?
His form shifted as I passed him, pulling me into his lap. Instantly, I shot up glaring at him. The vampire only smiled, as he sat me back down, letting his tongue trail from the base of my neck up. His hands frisked my arms and his eyes were half-lidded. Damian was inspecting me-testing me-like food, like cattle, like a piece of meat.
I gave him a quick, hard elbow to his ribs and clambered away, my hip racking against the edge of the table. My eye met his in a furious glare, my face flustered, my snarl defiant. A small smile tugged at his lips and he tilted his head,"You're so cute when te get all 'hot-and-bothered', Serenity." What!
My eye widened and I stared at him,"Hot and Bothered!? Who do te make me out to be!? Some girl that gets off to being dominated da perverts like you!?" At that he stood and towered over me, but I kept my stance,"And what did I tell te about calling me that!?"
He kept silent, and for a moment I believed I actually made my point, but as always it faltered the moment he took my wrists in a hard grip,"Actually, I do make te out to be exactly
that..." He shifted until his boots when flush against my toes,"I know how weak te are... all this I-take-no-shit is a facade, a bacheca put up. I'm sure.. if put in a certain position you'd be willing to invia to anything." Damian slowly intertwined his fingers with mine and pulled me close to him. Silently, he slid behind me and walked me to the tavolo while I desperately tried to escape his clutches. The vampire found a small clearing on the wooden superiore, in alto and his hand found its way into the short locks of my hair,"Damian... Let me go!" I tried to keep my cool, but the anger was boiling up.
Suddenly, he slammed the side of my face against the tavolo and held me there, the feeling of purple and blue painting my cheek, as my missing, concealed eye burst into a throbbing pain. I felt Damian lean forward, against me,"Want to tell me what to do again...?"
"Want to stop telling me who I am?"
His grip in my hair tightened,"Do te always have something smart to say?"
I knew I should have bit my tongue, but I wasn't going to let him push me around,"Do te always dry-hump every girl te promise to help.. Honestly I see why te never have girls over for dinner.. I wouldn't call this a romantic evening."
That remark came with him lifting my face and bringing it down into the tavolo again, and I could've swore I heard the crack of wood. "I'll help you, when I want, you're mine, I've marked you... therefore te belong to me."
With that my foot hiked up and collided with his groin. I shifted up and held my face momentarily before bringing my foot into his chest. Satisfied from the fight I was putting up, I brought my fist back and pressed it into his jaw. The rush pumping through me was great, a sense of freedom, a high. I delivered blow after blow, that was until he caught my hand, pressed it behind me and kissed me. The blood from his bottom lip salty on my tongue. I squirmed away, pulling back, gasping as he stared at me, lips in a tight smirk. My mouth formed a small 'o' while disbelief clouded my face,"Wh-what..."
Damian leaned in again, his arm resting in the small of my back, and I felt the heat rush to my face as I leaned further back. His lips brushed mine before he kissed me, quickly, roughly, with a dominating hardness, before he let me go. Leaving me sitting on the floor he laughed a dark laugh,"I have a new name for you..."
"H-Huh?" I was staring at the ground, my fingers on my lips, throbbing from the roughness of his kiss. What the hell did he do that for? Proving a point? If it was I didn't get the point he was trying to prove.
"I've decided to help you, but we'll have to run some tests, clear
your mind... then we can start on that vendetta te have. This all starts tomorrow," He called heading up the stairs,"So get some rest...Discord.
~ ((So Blade is an emotional wreck and junk.... Damian pretty much wants to rape her... but THAT IS A NO NO! OH! & All the fun begins after this<3))