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1 Defining Sweet Revenge. on Fri Jul 05, 2013 8:37 pm

Bruises, scratches and blood dotted along her frail, hollow frame and red scuff marks wrapped around her neck from where he had strangled her to the state of being unconscious. Redhead locks tangled into a mess, black eye make-up smeared with both of their sweat. A majority of his energy left him at his achieved goal to force himself upon her, filling his need and planting his revenge inside her and hurting her body in the process. The fabric of which covered her valuables were tarnished, unfortunately for her she didn't hold the choice whether or not to stay awake. His pulse raced behind his hard frame, backing away for the figure to slide down the wall and land on the evergreen floor of the tunnels. Situating himself, Garrett rulled up his zipper and backed away, stopping as his heels met the steel rails. A soft chuckle heightened in volume and phased into a devious cackle of which was not his, for it was his other side. The beast. His other half. Ryan.

He fought not to do such a thing with a woman, but the sweet revenge and her fumes drove both of them mad with utmost desire to satisfy themselves for their own personal reasons. Nostrils flared, and clenched jaw, he lazily grabbed Teimhnin by her hair, turning her weak body around to lay over the rusted bars of which held more years than him in age. Finaqua; lined with lime green leaves for miles over everything that surfaced the tunnel's walls, below a bed of the same to cover the tracks almost entirely for no one to see. It was one of his least favorite out of the Neutrals, but gave enough time to do as both pleased in silence before he called to the others. Out of his pocket he pulled a few zip-ties to wrap around her wrists against the bars, finishing with two around her bony ankles. Ryan stared at her for a moment, little of Garrett to walk from behind his being at the frail body crumple beneath him. "Its time.." He nodded, raising his head to the crescent moon that shown through the cracks above their heads, letting out a blood-curdling howl to whisper in the night, calling to those who were to be here during their share.


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2 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Fri Jul 05, 2013 8:56 pm

Struggle and blackness ran through her mind as her weak limbs moved to try to remove him from her body. Who was he again? Teimhnin was just coming to when another rush of pain brought her back unconsciousness. She was only barely aware of something being done to her body. The beta's brain was awake enough to know it was against her will and she didn't want it to happen. Inside, her wolf was trying to drag itself and resist what the male was doing to her. Her neck hurt like it had chains wrapped around it and she could barely breathe. Teimhnin's body was feeling nothing but pain, she heard nothing but grunts and white noise. Anytime she tried to yell, her mouth would not respond. Everything was fogged and lifeless to her. She was floating, nearly unconscious but unable to let the blackness taker her away. When he was done her body crumpled, unable to hold itself up as her muscles gave way.

There was green all around her, that much she could tell. A cool feel of metal pressed against her back and she just barely felt her arms being tied down. A low, pained moan left her at having her limbs moved. There must've been a cut by her mouth. The metallic taste was one her tongue, though she wasn't sure if it was really there. The sound of a howl made her jolt slightly, but she didn't rouse from her state of near unconsciousness. Teimhnin's wolf was trying desperately to wake her, but it was to no avail. The crumbles of rocks under swift feet came to her ears as she opened her bleary eyes. As her eyes connected with the forest green hues, it was enough to wake her up.


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3 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Fri Jul 05, 2013 9:20 pm

(I'm going to powerplay T a lil bit just to get things moving faster.)

The howl set a fire of excitement through him, and a cold smile curled his lips. Finally, he would get to kill the bitch. Garrett was such a good little worker, quick to believe everything he had said. For what? For love? It was priceless and a laugh bubbled up in his chest. The werewolf took one look at his companion, a vampire, and shifted into a deep obsidian wolf. He knew that the vampire was going to follow him as he ran towards Garrett. The pale figure of her body came into his eyes and made him smile at how she was tied down. Once her arrived, he shifted back and looked at Garrett with a smile. "You will be payed with revenge, and I see you've already started. Rape is a lovely thing, especially to bitch whores like her." He looked down to see the fear in her eyes as she looked at him. The Alpha wiggled his fingers in a wave and smiled to her, kneeling down and pulling out his knife. "Hello, little Teimhnin. You killed my closest friend, and I'm afraid you'll have to pay. Oh, your family paid a heavy price by the way. My pack sure enjoyed tearing your family to shreds, even the young ones. Yes, they tasted delicious.." He trailed off as he pressed the blade of his dagger to her collar bone.

Slowly, he cut along both collar bones. The smell of her blood was enticing, and he knew the vampire would be drinking from her soon enough. He cut her stomach and traced her side with his dagger. The cuts seemed to be healing slowly, perfect. A low growl built up inside him as he plunged his knife into both of her thighs. He watched with interest as her blood leaked onto the ground. A cruel smile came on him as he caressed her face with his claws, tearing into her skin. He soon became bored and wanted to watch her scream. He stood slowly and looked to the vampire he had hired. "There she is, you meal. That was our agreement. Take all you want."

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4 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Fri Jul 05, 2013 9:44 pm

As the call from the worker rang through the trees, the vampire lifted his head to the sky, taking it all in. It was time. Without speaking to the werewolf, he watched it change. Normally this noble creature would do nothing with the foul dogs, but when he was promised the opportunity to drink the blood of a subdued werewolf, he could not say no. As the black beast ran through the forest, he grinned and made his way to the tree tops. With ease he moved about them, keeping his position hidden. To a trained nose, they would know where he was, but to the werewolves that had never seen one of his kind, he was invisible. As his dark eyes watched the scene, he hid amongst the green rows.

He watched as the cuts appeared on her white skin, how the blood decided to appear. With each new slice, he felt drawn to her, to the flesh wounds. Lifting his nose to the air, he smelled the scent rich in the air. Gripping the branches of trees, he broke them in his grasp, but it was not time yet. The werewolf wished for his fun and the vampire wished for his meal. They had a deal. As he heard the call to him, he jumped from the trees and planted his feet firmly on the ground. As he walked around her, he smiled to the werewolf. "Thank you. I have dreamed of this moment for centuries.." shuffling his feet in a small circle, he neared her. "Hello bitch, nice to see you so willing to give your life essence to me. I shall also like to thank you for this opportunity." As he dropped a knee by her head, he smelled the blood emanating from her body. Using the tips of his fingers, he lifted some from her skin, and bringing the blood to his lips. He licked the juices from the tips, cleaning them thoroughly.

He lowered his lips to her skin, smelling it before plunging his teeth deep into her skin. As he forced his way in, the blood started to flow. Wrapping his lips around her neck, he sucked the blood into his mouth. His hands gripped her as he bit and sucked more of her essence. His grip was hard around her arms.

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5 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Fri Jul 05, 2013 10:00 pm

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Jace had been running in the night, following the scent of the wallert. The evil taint that lined it's leather walls. He snarled as his four legs moved him about the land. His paws kicked the mud and water around his fur, making him filthy. The rain had stopped, but the mess it left on the floor was still very present. His ashen fur zipped through the trees and other obstacles, the scent was drawing nearer. Ears pinned to his head, head lowered towards the ground, and his eyes set on the future. His muscles pushed him like a blood-crazed machine, ready to kill if it was necessary. The sight he was about to find, would cause just that reaction. Finally the beast would get his way. If there was something Jace could not control very well, it was that. Survival, not just for him, but the woman he loved. As he drew closer to them, he heard a loud howl ripping through the area. The howl was not known to him, but he knew it was no good.

As he crashed through the surrounding area, he found himself in a place covered with green and railroad tracks. As his eyes scanned the area, he saw a creature hunched over a barely dressed female with red hair. There were two male werewolves standing and watching the scene, both might have even been laughing. But as his nose recognized both scents he had been searching for, the wolf changed his stance. It was no longer of need for speed and searching, it was now offensive. He puffed his chest forward, raised his tail high above his spine, and let a blood-thirsty snarl ripple from his maw. "Get away from her!" He did not know what the thing was doing over her, it did not smell human, but from the looks of the other two, it was up to no good. When the beast did not move, Jace charged and kicked off his hind legs, pushing the vampire to the ground. The ashen wolf stood over the female, not wishing to look down at her, but instead keeping his eyes on the three before him.

"You, you did this to her?" he snarled as he looked right to the one who smelled of the wallet. He licked his lips and then snapped his jaws fast. "I shall kill you for this... All of you..." he growled. Keeping his stance over her, he could hear her breathing become softer and softer. He was going to lose her if he did not act quickly. He would do anything for her, and he hoped this situation would not turn Alexander into a little bitch, leaving Jace alone to not only protect his love, but to kill them all as well.


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6 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Sat Jul 06, 2013 6:00 am

The pain in each of the areas he was thrown punches with had long gone passed, healed and mended back to normal state he recalled. Pures healed quicker from what he heard, for bittens and mutts patiences was the answer, though it never worked for them from the beginning to survive longer. The mixed colored brute darted closely behind the other, being shot with trickles of teardrops that soon lightened during their travels. With the scent of familiarity and resemblance coming through to him, he remembered the territory to a point of memory. Melissa; the other Elite of Braveheart pack that he stumbled upon unintentionally due to boredom and the hopes of peace for practicing for another gig, the same show he had preformed that night too. The map and tunnels towards the lake were still fresh in his mind, finding them wouldn't be hard considering the two picked up their scent. A howl broke his attention as well as Jace's, raising his head and training his ears onto the sound before following after the Beta into the twists and turns of the evergreen blanketed tunnels.

Teimhnin's maple and sweet perfumed warped inside his dampened black nose, planting towards the ground, quickening his pace as he targeted its location. Three others could be heard, the light cackles all of which made for what he presumed the humor of revenge in their terms, a growl curled his lips as one of the laughs resembled Garrett's. Before Alexander could dart passed Jace in attempted to get there first to start the blood bath, he had already sprinted into the maze and got when the brute followed, he saw Jace had already taken the advantage of covering the redhead underneath him. "Teimhnin.." He choked out her name inside his mind, sending a cold stare to both the werewolves, sneaking a glance to the creature that smelled of different. Vampires? Impossible. There were no such things, though he had been wrong before, becoming a werewolf at the age of fourteen. Great, just more to ad to the pot. Alexander's dark brown and ashen hackles raised, stalking towards the two werewolves to ward them off, nearing close to Jace's side from the back in order to block off the path inside the tunnel. He did not dare to look down at his friend, the glimpses of such painful things to cover not only his body but hers as well made him feel as if he were sinking into a abyss of guilt. But as he began to smell Garrett's scent all over her, his anger grew to seriousness, glaring to him and meeting his hazel and cruel stare.


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7 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Sat Jul 06, 2013 6:20 am

Garrett's eyes watched with pure and utter fascination as the vampire did his work, cutting and sucking from her very frame, taking it in as if it were a drug. A smirk rose from his features, the slightest slits of hazel turning to a hard bright orange, dancing along side the browns and ambers of joy to see such a beautiful creature wither away before him. He laughed deviously as he shifted his gaze to the werewolf whom sliced open her skin, seeing it soon to slowly heal a few minutes tops. Studying. Watching the methods of which they chose to force upon her with, feeling the sense of pride in Ryan's choice over all. "Make it fast. We're running out of time before they come..." His words did not shake nor stir as they fell of his razor sharp tongue. Ryan knew exactly of what he and the other Alpha had planned in for the redhead. Though after all with littler persuasive attitude, Garrett put his hands down in agreement for the sake of Collette's murder, Ryan as well only for the love of pain in the innocence.

Soon enough his ears rang with the growl of two others beheading their way, shifting almost instantly into the browned brute he was inside. Just as he had begun to take guard and fight off one of the men he knew from earlier, an ashen brute at most a foot taller pushed passed, pushing into the wall to charge into the others and stand over Teimhnin. Ryan cackled, smelling her scent practically drenched in his flesh. And the other; a mix of a colored brute with glacier blue eyes to zoom passed and give his hardest stare of which not phased his expression. He laughed in their faces, spitting at Alexander's snout in attempted for another round. "Come here to die yet, Alex? And it looks like you've brought a friend, oh you shouldn't've had. I would've been fine with just your company." Ryan spoke in a taunting tone, raising himself to a towering height of almost reaching the larger brute's. He snuck a glance to the others within his party, sending a signal they were pleased to do whatever they wanted in order to get rid of the werelings. "..You must be Teimhnin's mate... Did she ever talk about me? Hm.. Well just for a heads up... I fucked your girlfriend." Growling, Garrett pushed his hind legs into the evergreen surface and snapped at the ashen brute's neck, latching onto his broad shoulder from the side and jerking it hard for it to snap. "Bring it on, bitch."


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8 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Sat Jul 06, 2013 10:23 am

The silver eyes that once held fear now turned to horror. Her mouth formed the word 'no', though she was to weak to actually give it sound. Images of her family, of her father, dead came to her mind. If she had been any stronger she would've cried. Teimhnin wanted to tell the murderer that she was going to hunt him down after this. That she was going to tear him limb from limb for what he did. He had said they were going to kill her, but she refused to believe it. She wanted to yell that she didn't die so easily, but as the cold blade touched her skin it all was forgotten. Teimhnin was awake enough to feel it cut into her skin, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of screaming. It hurt but it wasn't so agonizing. She tried to make her weak limbs respond so she could break free, but they wouldn't listen to her. Teimhnin took deep breaths as he carved her up, but then suddenly the blade was gone. Voices reached her ears, but she couldn't decipher what was being spoken. The pair of black eyes she saw next confused her. Hadn't it just been Garrett and him? The dead scent reached her nose and she knew immediately. Vampire.

Teimhnin now knew what was going to be done, what they were going to do to her. She went limp, not wanting to believe that it was her end. The very second the felt the fangs pierce her skin, she couldn't help but scream. Vampire bites hurt like no other pain possibly could, especially for werewolves. Fire boiled beneath her skin until she felt as if she would implode. The searing, white hot pain shot from her neck all the way down to her toes as he started to drink. She could feel herself floating father away, both from the pain and the fear. Her mind was closing itself off, and she was allowing it willingly. Teimhnin could no longer feel her blood being taken and her eyes had grown blurry. Slowly, every thing went dark. The last thing her eyes could see was the ashen figure of her love.


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9 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Sat Jul 06, 2013 11:07 am

He watched the vampire do his work with glorious satisfaction. Her screams were a symphony to his ears. Teimhnin would die today, he would settle for no less. The Alpha could see the light fading from her eyes, such a wonderful thing. He could imagine his beta before she poisoned him, strong and happy. Then that little bitch sneaked her way into his pack and twisted it all like a knife in the gut. He would've killed her long before this time, but he had wanted his beta to be happy. Little did they know at the time that she was the little redheaded bitch that watched them kill her mother. She had grown into such a beautiful flower, and now look at her. Dying in a beautiful maze with no one to help her. Just then a scent reached his nose and infuriated him. At first he thought that Garrett had brought friends, but the way the ashen brute stood over the bitch gave him a very, very big clue. He began to laugh as another brute came to protect her, but this one smelled more of her. The Alpha gracefully put his hands behind his back and watched Garrett attack the ashen brute. The vampire would be able to handle the weaker one, so he began to speak.

"Ah, her knights in shining armor. Which one of you is her 'love'. Or maybe it's both of you, I wouldn't know the whore's life these days. She probably planned to kill both of you, made you fall in love with her like she did with my beta. I'm doing you both a favor, killing her like I am. Really, you'd want to join me after what she probably had planned for both of you. Why protect her, when you could get your revenge now?" He knew they probably wouldn't listen to him, but he was saving them from a slow death later on. Teimhnin wasn't capable of love in his eyes, she was just a heartless bitch. He slowly turned to face both of them. "I'm afraid we haven't been properly introduced. I'm the man that has been hunting Teimhnin for centuries. I'm afraid she has a whole lot to explain to both of you. Too bad she will be dead soon."

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10 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Sat Jul 06, 2013 7:56 pm

As a large mass raced and pushed into him, he stumbled from the kill. Angered by this, this distraction and pausing of blood flow into his mouth, he looked up to the large ashen wolf. The colors of white, black and grey laid peppered across his hide. His eyes were a golden nasty yellow color. The vampire snarled and placed his hands on the ground, propping himself as he sat in a crouched position. He released snarls and other hideous noises while he stared at the brute. "How dare you, you little piece of shit! I shall tear you limb from limb!" He snarled as he stood tall once more. His fangs were exposed from his mouth being agape. White fangs glistened in the pale moonlight.

He watched the altercation between the dogs. He had very little amusement, but instead listened to his need to feed. The vampire launched himself at Teimhnin, slipping beneath the occupied werewolf and grabbing hold of her arm once again. As he plunged his fangs into her, he took more and more of her life from her. She was useless now. He enjoyed the taste of her blood and the power it gave him, something way more than that of ordinary human or animal blood.

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11 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Sat Jul 06, 2013 9:50 pm

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A portion of Jace wished he could just scoop Teimhnin up and race away into the night, but he knew the others would follow them and it would just be another day to fight. He could not allow anything more to happen to his love. Never again. As he listened to them speak, he could hear Alexander positioning himself behind him. Jace did not take his eyes from what appeared to be the ring leader. Garrett. But as he focused on Garrett, the werewolf spoke. Teimhnin was his mate and his alone. Alexander was just a friend, that was it. "That is enough from you," he snarled at the unknown werewolf. Jace cut off the words from his ears, not allowing them to enter anymore. But as he tried to silence the beast, the wolf he knew of spoke. He had fucked Teimhnin. That was the drawing point, the straw that broke the camel's back. The Beta snarled and snapped his jaws at the male, "you bastard! I shall rip out your throat for such a thing!" But before he could strike, the male had latched onto him.

As he felt the teeth grab hold of his neck, he snarled and used his paw to push Garrett from himself. He growled as the teeth ripped at his flesh while they were dragged away. Careful not to step on Teimhnin, he attacked the other. If he landed the attack on the male's neck, then he would thrash from side to side, but if he had missed it, or the brute moved, then he would move back and reposition himself away from Teimhnin. He had no idea the vampire had attacked her, nor did he pay attention to the others. He had to get Garrett, it was all he could think about. His tail lashed with anger from side to side. His large form looked over the other, wishing he made his attack and latched on tight.


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12 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Sun Jul 07, 2013 2:14 pm

[[ Sorry its short. :\ ]]

Alexander listened to the things going on around him, the creature, the vampire stood his ground, but he could feel from behind him the vampire shuffling his feet as Garrett spoke. He turned his head to glare at the werewolf who spoke before, using his senses and instinct to keep his eyes and ears open if anything were to suddenly spring. It was a ticking time bomb, and from the looks of it between Jace and Garrett is that the ambers sparked the plug, burning it to brush the end of the bomb's body. Ignoring them, Alexander took over Jace's position above Teimhnin, taking practiced steps not to step on her frail form, but growling as the vampire had moved to drink from her very soul. "What the Hell?! Get away from her, bottom-feeder. " He snapped his jaws, lashing out his paw to kick the vampire aside.

Lowering himself over the female's body, Alexander bared his teeth viciously towards both the werewolf and pale monster. The hairs of his large frame underneath brushed against something cold. Being distracted, he looked down to see she had grown paler than the vampire which worried him dearly. Blood seeped from the bite marks done by none other than the creature, Alexander raised his head to glare into the vampire's eyes and back at the other werewolf, curling his lip in defense and bringing up his hackles. He looked from left to right for an exit and laughed bitterly at the reason behind the choice of scenery. There was only two ways out, and barely two at that. They were in a maze, there was basically only one way out unless someone wanted to go to the center, which wouldn't be escaping. He had to get her out of there, but how? Jace and Garrett blocked the entrance back out from where they started, getting passed them without a scratch is impossible especially with Teimhnin in his hands...


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13 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Sun Jul 07, 2013 2:49 pm

He chuckled a cold laugh at the brute's commentary, "Try me." Ryan spat, grunting as he landed back from the male's paw, the slightest cut of his claws pinch at his jugular, "Just think, brute, you'll be biting the same neck stained by her own lips." The wolf reared back, coming up close to the greenery walls of the tunnel that caved in on them, his ears being only a few feet from touching the arched ceiling. He pulled his features back into a nefarious grin, the taste of venom running through his veins like they always did during a marvelous, blood-thirty fight like the one this was going to turn out to be. Though he didn't care if he died, well, Garrett didn't at least. Unfortunately for him, Collette no longer was breathing or walking lively down the streets of New York like he expected. No. She was somewhere else in this world, whatever of which people believed in. Heaven. Reincarnation to another soul's body. Maybe even Hell, but he refused to believe such a thing, for he looked at her none other than his angel, Ryan looked at her as a toy and piece of run to use whenever he was feeling the need forming inside him.

Ryan popped his jaws, licking his razor tongue over his maw and curling his lip as he readied himself, preparing for a fight of life or death. Using the wall to his advantage and charging after Jace from his side, putting as much pressure into his shoulders to rear him back into the wall. Though it was always possible for him to lash from behind, so Garrett turned to face from the other end, his haunches and tail brushing just against the opposite wall as he growled in his face to take his best shot. He glared to see Alexander stepping over Teimhnin instead, almost stepping into down the tunnel to attack him instead, but keeping his gaze locked with Jace's.


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14 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Sun Jul 07, 2013 8:35 pm

Sitting off to the sidelines and being ignored by the annoyance of a brute, he smiled cunningly and slyly at Garrett's performance in attack, glad to of made him believe that Teimhnin had evidently 'murdered' his only love. How gullible some werelings could be now-a-days, he thought. He glared to his side towards his blood-sucking companion, keeping his smirk alive, and whispering inside his head to follow, Do everything in your mind to kill the one over her body, the bitch is weaker than us, and will be a joy to pluck those fangs of your into. I'll come up behind and tear him away from the girl so you can finish what we started. The Alpha crumpled and rolled back his shoulder to release a growl as his body formed into the one of a black wolf like he had before. The large brute secretly swiped at the ashen male's tail in order to distract him from Garrett so his assistant would get the upper hand, jumping over to latch his claws onto Alexander's rear side. Jerking his weight so the mutt would break from his area and stumble towards the evergreen wall. Though if he didn't, The Alpha would at least give the vampire room for him to slip underneath the male as he was trying to free him from his haunches. He let out a snarl, whipping his claws to get his attention.

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15 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Mon Jul 08, 2013 11:18 am

The vampire hissed at he werewolf. How dare he stop the promised meal. As he tasted the blood that spilled to the side of his mouth he snarled angrily. His saliva splashed across the floor and he retook his defensive stance, ready to attack in a heartbeat. The undead creature looked to the wolves which seemed to know one another. This was the first time he had been near so many at once and although it did not scare him, he did feel uneasy. He moved to the wall, sitting and watching. His eyes stayed tuned to the female who was barely breathing. But as the shuffle with the two males grew in excitement, the vampire began to watch them closely. Although he had no ties to the smaller werewolf, he knew his "friend" would want him to aid the worker. Pushing off the heels of his feet, the vampire launched his body to cling onto the back of the peppered werewolf. With his fangs extended, he plunged them straight through the fur and skin, attacking the veins which pumped the blood through his body with great haste. He could hear and feel the heartbeat of the beast as he clung for dear life. His nails extended like drills and entered into the rib cage of the creature, digging between the bones and forcing blood to flush itself out. As the creature moved in the pain, he tried to thrash him about.



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16 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Mon Jul 08, 2013 11:51 am

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Jace snarled and growled as he was forced against the wall. The greenery fell from its hanging position to slap him in the face. Angered by both the scene around them and the brute which wished to bring his precious lady much pain. Snapping at the male, he forced his way away from the wall. Whipping to the other side, he stared at Garrett, analyzing his body closely. He could feel the nips of pain begin to heal in his neck, but he knew this would not be the last attack he would feel. Forcing his way back into the other with his shoulder, he pinned him against the wall. Lowered his agape maw, he placed the canines tightly around the right leg of his opponent and closed his jaws on it with such force as a rushing wave against the tall rocks lining the shore. Jace bit down and shook his head from side to side. His heart pounded deep on his chest. He knew that this bite would not kill the other, but possibly force him to ease back in the return of attacks. But he also knew a wound like this could fuel even more anger and aggression from the other, but Jace was ready. He would do anything for Teimhnin. He would not allow these fools to kill her, not here, not now. Digging his hind claws into the floor, he helped himself keep the stance, holding the male in place tightly.

Before the male could act, the Beta took another attack on him. This time he went straight for the jugular. His eyes focused on the male as his fangs tore into the fur and flesh. He could feel the warm blood slipping into and around his maw. Snarls and growls permitted themselves to leave his mouth and throat, filling with the taste of his life. Jace shook his head savagely from side to side, ripping and tearing as he thrashed about. His body tensed, ready for anything else that would come his way. As he had tensed, he felt something jump onto his back. The sharp teeth dug into his back and pierced through the fur and targeted his own blood. Letting a roar escape his lips and forcing his jaws to release the foul beast, he backed away from Garrett. His head thrashed from side to side, trying to grab hold of the vampire and rip him off his body. What felt like claws dug into his rib cage and the brute yowled in pain. His eyes fell onto the female below Alex and even more fury rushed through him, bucking the vampire off and lunging at his neck, digging his teeth into it, showing the exact amount of fury he had towards the werewolf.


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17 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Tue Jul 09, 2013 3:11 pm

Watching three things at once was more difficult than he could imagine, though it wouldn't be the first time, but it sure as Hell was the first he dealt it with three immortals then the other way around. The crack against the way made the pepper brownish red hair on his back stick straight up, but he didn't take his eyes away to look at what Jace and Garrett were doing. Alexander glanced the the werewolf who had shifted into a large black wolf, much like the wolf he heard the evil Alphess turn into, could he be working for he? Impossible, but something about it didn't doubt his suspicions. Garrett smelt of the other pack, if not another he did not know of, but putting that aside, his attention broke as the sudden pain in his rear side. He whipped his head back as he stumbled over his own legs towards the wall, putting a paw to it so he wouldn't fall out of loss of control, curling his lip towards the wolf in a threatening growl. Before he could move to get him off, the vampire dart passed, missing Teimhnin thankfully.

He couldn't fight here, that could lead a danger to her as well as him, turning around to stand back over the body, he backed up to provoke the werewolf to come near. Alexander waited, changing to the side of the tracks to charge onto the black wolf and latched his jaws around his neck, pulling him to topple over the body and further down the tunnel. Blood poured from the bite wound he created in the werewolf's neck, seeping into his mouth which set off an alarm to wake Jasper up and take over. A bitter laugh echoed into his head, Jasper's laugh. Alexander was barely there, but enough to keep his wereling soul from doing any other damage and just to the black wolf, and so he did. The brute jerked him by his neck towards the ground, placing a paw filled with four sharp claws to scratch at his fur. He expected him to lash in pain, or even to struggle so he pressed harder into his build to keep down.


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18 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Tue Jul 09, 2013 4:29 pm

A venomous growl ripped from his throat as he was the one to be thrown to the wall this time, being crushed with the ashen brute's over-powering rage of weight. His lungs squeezed beneath his broad cage that protected them, the canines of which he possessed, so sharp and stained with blood grind against each other as he clenched his jaw in pain. As his limb was being tousled within his mouth, he jerked back, snapping at the brute's ear to rip it off in attempted to back him off. Ryan's hind legs were folded closely together, giving himself little space to push away from the wall so he could get free for another attack, but he was failing, miserably. This caused himself to feel angered, violent as his blood boiled and poured from his leg wound, the brute's teeth crushing it as he pinned Ryan against the wall. But as Ryan was just beginning to get a better grip on the male's ear for it to tear, another blow was registered, this time making him yip and his eyes grow darker with rage.

His windpipe was collapsing, pinched by the enemy's set of razor fangs inside. Beneath it he could feel the flesh pull free of himself as he thrashed his other paw underneath to his stomach, the claws just grazing the ashen brute's underbelly. Snarling, Ryan jerked his head free, the lack of blood causing his vision to blur but soon focus as he could feel it slowly heal. Thankfully for him he wasn't alone, he laughed as his body was pulled free due to the vampire's help, panting to catch his breath as he backed away to gain his focus once again. Taking it as a gift, Ryan accepted it with gratitude, steadying himself to charge into the brute's back side. He bit into his lower hing leg, jerking it left and right for him to loose his balance, if not get his attention again.


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19 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Tue Jul 09, 2013 5:19 pm

(Just kill thy Alpha.....)

The black Alpha launched himself at Alex, jaws snapping and teeth jagged. He wasn't on to be very good control of his wolf, and he let it take control now. The werewolf felt himself being pinned to the ground. He quickly moved his head to bite down on his opponent's ankle. A snarl ripped from his throat and he could no longer see his comrades. He used his back legs to shove up and try to remove Alex. The Alpha scratched and attacked at him, wanting nothing more to kill the redheaded bitch. She needed to die, he needed his revenge. His mind wasn't thinking clearly and he knew it. Shoving Alex off, he ran to where Teimhnin was. Opening his jaws, he broke and bit her arm. She was going to die, he could just see it now.

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20 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Tue Jul 09, 2013 6:06 pm

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Holding his grip around the windpipe of the vampire, he clenched harder and harder. If he was going to finish off Garrett properly, he was going to have to take one of them out first. The vampire struggled beneath him, but Jace was too strong, powered by pain and aggression. Using his paws, he forced the arms of his attacker down, forcing him to the ground, stuck to the dirt and using his force against him. As he thought of the ways the beast had bitten his love, sucked the life from her, turning her skin an even lighter pale color, he sharpened his grip around it. With one swift snap of the bones within his neck, Jace destroyed the vampire. He could feel a strange liquid seeping through his mouth. It could not have been blood. He had heard they did not have blood, but perhaps it was Teimhnin's. His anger grew with the thought, ripping his head left to right once more. But as he was going to finish his time with the vampire, he felt a bite on his leg.

Whipping from one side to the rear, he stared at the male. He could feel the pins and needles of the bite, pain was almost gone from the male. His eyes burned with the desire to kill, to protect what was his and save her from impending doom. His eyes watched the brute for a moment and snarled as he reached his head towards the other, he opened his maw and wrapped it around his neck, closest to his shoulders. As he pressed his teeth into the brute, then with the force of his upper body, he flung the other male against the wall. As he slowly walked towards Garrett, he listened for the whines and whimpers, he licked his lips, running his tongue against his maw. Nearing the other, he stood over his body. A wicked smile appeared on his face, the last thing the brute would ever see. "I don't care what she did with you, or what you forced her to do... But because of this, you shall no longer live. For the pain you caused her, I shall not allow you to breathe. I love that woman more than anything in the whole world and I will do anything for her. So because you chose to fuck with her, I shall end your life here and now. If there are any last requests?" Before the other could answer, Jace grasped his fangs around the brute's throat, feeling for the jugular. When he finally found it, he grasped it tight in his mouth and ripped his head up. Garrett's followed him as he pulled and finally fell to the ground as Jace held the organ within his mouth. Blood stained the white specks in his fur, while it poured from the source. The blood ran down his chest and his legs, standing above the dead body, he lifted his head into the sky and released a blood-curdling howl through the trees. He had killed the wolf whom caused his female so much pain and anguish. He lowered his head and looked to Alex and his love. If he needed help, he would be more than willing.


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21 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Tue Jul 09, 2013 6:09 pm

As the vampire was thrown from the back of the werewolf, he tried to catch himself, but was proven to be defeated. His breathing was heavy and blood dripped from his mouth. He looked up as the werewolf attacked him. He felt the fangs around his neck, the ripping and tearing. A loud yowl and screams escaped from his throat. Was he really going to die here and now? This must be impossible. This must not be so... But as he felt the complete transformation of pain cover his body, he noticed his exquisite vision slowly starting to fade. It became blurry and objects began to lose their form. He was dying. Slowly he slipped into his eternal sleep, never to eat or breathe again.

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22 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Wed Jul 10, 2013 7:58 pm

He had been told several stories by several individuals, all the very same question and some similar answers. What would it be like to die? To pass on to another world and live with the ones they've learned to love and cherish who died? From the look in Jace's eyes, Garrett saw his life flash before them, imagines swirling of the day of his exile, the lives he took, the woman he met, and then her. Collette. Her smile shined in his hazel orbs, but it didn't appear like the same smile he found when she would wake up next to his side. No. This was an almost worried smile, the kind of smile people see when they watch someone die before their very eyes. As his windpipe crushed to pieces, Garrett quickly returned to breathe slowly his last words, "For...you....my love... I...did it....for you..... I love...you...Cole-.." His words were replaced with a white light filled with tinges of red splotches and blurred corners. The brute's body gave in, the walls of power crumbling to ashes beneath him, but all he did was attempt a happy smile for he knew that she'd be there. In Heaven, or if it were possible, in another body for him to see again and fall in love like before. Within seconds, his heartbeat withered inside his ribcage, falling silent as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His lively soul lingered from his body, an iridescent spirit taken to the new world, his rightful home...


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"All I wanted was her heart, for her to be happy, for us to be together for eternity.. But I guess things don't turn out the way you plan, and it all ends in tragedy. Cherish your loved ones, because you never know when you're going to wake up and they won't be there anymore."
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23 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Wed Jul 10, 2013 8:20 pm

No more; no more deaths, no more losses to people he cared about. This was enough, Alexander couldn't take it anymore. He shook his head furiously, growling under his breath as he felt Jasper scratch at the surface for freedom and so he let him uncaged. Seeing him now, his nostrils flared and he opened his mouth to released a bloodied snarl before charging into the brute's side, away from Teimhnin which sent them tumbling like before. His jaws wrapped tightly around the male's neck, pressing down with all the energy he had left and jerking him right and down to the ground, placing both of his paws to keep a tight hold on pinning him. Saliva dripped around the sides of his mouth, glacier eyes growing a brighter ice before tearing forcefully from the muscle that covered his windpipe. His claws cut into his upper build and collarbone, whipping his head from side to side until he heard a small crack. Alexander kept still as he struggled beneath him, but there was no way in Hell he'd let him get away this time. He ignored Jace's howl as he shred away the Alpha's neck to pieces.

Soon again, he pulled back his head, crushing his breathing way completely, the body growing still and his heart growing quiet. Blood dripped from his muzzle, hackles remaining raised before he lowered his jaws back down and twisted his self to pull off his head from his shoulders. Alex threw the head to the side, stepping away slowly from the wolf as he looked to Jace, panting hard for it hurt to breath. Using the last moments of his howl, the brute raised his head and sang along for which the deed was done. It whispered from his lips like he did in his other form when he preformed, not at all a difference to him. Turning away, he peeked over Red's body, cracking his neck slightly as he changed his form to his human shell. Alexander clawed free the strings holding her down, gently digging his arms underneath her and lifting her in his arms. What made tears well in his eyes were how lighter she had become, her face sunk in from all the loss of blood. He looked to Jace, blinking away the tears for his own dignity left, "Do you want to do the honors or shall I? We have to get her back home, she's dying!" He shook his head and kneeled back down to the ground, laying her carefully with her head on his lap. Bringing his wrist to his mouth, he sharpened his long fangs, sinking them into his flesh till he tasted his own blood. Quickly, Alex opened her mouth slightly, pressing her smudged lip glossed lips to wrap around the cut, using his free hand to force it down her throat, a technique he learned from his brother long ago thankfully. Hopefully Teimhnin would take it down enough to lightly awaken from her sleep, relaxing them all before it was too late. "Come on, Red. You're... alright.." His raspe voice choked back, wrenching his stomach tighter as he coughed up the taste of blood in his own mouth, swallowing it hard.


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24 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Thu Jul 11, 2013 4:30 pm

The darkness of her mind wasn't dark at all. It blinded her eyes under closed lids, made her see her life from day one. Teimhnin's wolf was yelling at her in the back of her mind, screaming at her to wake up. The fae was too lost in her own mind, reliving it all. She remembered having chores around the pack, chasing her mother's skirts as a baby. Feeling the soft bristles as her hair was brushed into braids and plaited back. Carrying buckets of water with the other women. Secretly watching the apprentices spar and practicing moves by herself. Washing down the horses with the other boys. Then, with startling clarity, her mother's death. That exact moment replayed in her head. Her mother had been outside with her, carrying buckets as Teimhnin played. They had lived far from the main grounds and were the last to know of the ambush. Her mother had yelled at her to get inside as the door was shut and locked tight. It didn't stop them from coming in and helping themselves to whatever they wanted. Her mother had hidden her within the boards of the wall. Watched as they carved the woman she loved most into pieces, blood soaking into the hem of her dress. Her mother's screams rang out in her ears and just like that, the enemy was gone. Tears streaked the young girl's face as the body thumped to the ground in pieces. Teimhnin's father came back to destruction, and yet he caused more destruction. She had called out to him from her place in the wall, had tried to soothe him. Her words reached deaf ears. He wasn't listening, but when he finally did he held her close. They cried together, father and daughter, until they came out of their house anew. Their pack was in shambles with many dead. That was the day Teimhnin had learned what the feeling of rage was. She had wanted revenge, and now she had it. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that Alex and Jace could kill them. She could hear the undertones of a man's voice and it stirred her away from the memories. Now she could hear it, her wolf trying to wake her. The screaming increased until it was white noise. She felt something at her mouth, some kind of warm liquid going down her throat. The fae swallowed involuntarily, but tried to understand who and what was feeding her. Teimhnin slowly opened her eyes to the sound of Alex's voice.

At first she felt agonizing pain, then it slowly began to fade as her eyes opened. She could feel her arm mending, skin closing. The bite that the vampire had given her didn't hurt as much anymore. Her skin was coming back to its oringinal pale color. The pain was going away as she became whole. Her hand became just strong enough to latch onto the arm she was feeding from. Teimhnin's canines lengthened and weakly pressed into the wrist, drinking the blood. She began to recognize the arm and looked up into the glacier eyes of Alex. Seeing it was him she was feeding from, the fae let go immediately and wiped her mouth with a weak hand. "Hi, Alex......" Her voice was weaker than what it should've been, exhausted from the torture she had endured. Teimhnin's eyes turned and looked at the destruction around her before they found Jace and widened. They were covered in blood. Both of them were, but it didn't stop her from gently reaching out to him. "Jace......" The fae looked at both of them and spoke. "I never told you.... but I will.." She was slowly losing her energy and becoming sleepy. Though Alex's blood had helped greatly, there were some things blood-healing couldn't fix. Her breath rattled in her lungs, her energy decreasing quickly. Teimhnin let out a tired sigh, looking at them both with sleep-bleary eyes. She raised her hand to wipe the blood and tears from Alex's face, smiling at him softly. "Thank you, Alex. I love you, my brother." After kissing his cheek weakly, she reached out for Jace and brought him to her and hugging him with what was left of her strength. Her face buried itself in his shoulder as she caressed his face. The fae's weak voice whispered into her love's ear. "I love you, Jace. More than you could ever know." Teimhnin looked at both of them, starting to fall away into the bliss of sleep. "I'll explain to you both in time, but now.... Now, I need to sleep." With a sigh, Teimhnin fell into a coma with her head resting on her love's shoulder.


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25 Re: Defining Sweet Revenge. on Sun Jul 14, 2013 9:14 am

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Bright harvest eyes watched the scene play out before him. He wished to kill the bastard himself, but knew Alex would need this as well. For no matter how much he did not enjoy their closeness to one another, Teimhnin considered him a friend and in a way, he made her happy. If she could be happy while he was not around, then he sure as hell should approve of it, but he never trusted the male and perhaps he never would. As Alex finished off their final adversary, Jace watched as he shared the victorious howl through the trees and the other life around them. It was a good feeling, the trembling of one's call ringing through his body. But soon the male has shifted and was aiding Teimhnin. What was Jace doing? He looked over his blood stained fur and quickly shifted to his human form. Two powerful legs brought him to Alex's side, sliding to his knees beside Teimhnin. He watched as her lips slowly started to latch around the cut. A smile tugged at his lips, while the tears began to swell in his eyes. But for now he was quiet, keeping his horrid thoughts to himself. He watched her display of affection to the male, keeping his anger to a low level, he sat patiently, resting his rump on the back of his heels. But when it was his turn to listen and be there for her, he was in her arms.

As she placed her face within the middle of his chest, he wrapped his strong arms around her, hearing her faintly beating heart, feeling it pound against his body. One hand moved to her hair, running through it carefully, trying to keep her and himself calm. But no matter what she said or what she did, the tears began to release themselves from their ducts, and roll down the Beta's cheek. Feeling her cheek by his ear, she spoke the words he longed to hear, what he had always wished to tell her. As the slipped from her dainty lips, he could feel more of the tears sliding down his cheeks. His arm wrapped tight around her back, holding her close as he started to tremble. "I love you so much.. Teimhnin," he was finally able to speak. But to her final words, when she slipped into the unconscious and laid dead within his grasp, he kissed her. His attempts to rouse something from her, a reaction, a touch of her delicate hand to his face, failed. She did not move. Tears fell from his eyes like waterfalls, falling over her soft skin and shredded clothing. His chest caved in and bellowed out as the crying commenced. He had only cried a few times in his life, but now was the most heartbreaking thing he had ever endured. Holding her tight to his chest, his weak words spoke softly, "Tei.." Still no answer came from her. Again he tried, "Teimh," and she did not budge. Finally as if he had realized it was over, that she would not wake for him, he wrapped his arms around her tighter and lifted his chin to the sky, "Teimhnin!" His voice echoed amongst the treetops, bouncing from branch to branch. His cries were drenched in tears and sorrow as he sat there, crying and holding the one person he loved more than himself. Birds fled from their resting places and nests, trying to flee the scene. Jace slowly picked himself up from the ground, still holding Teimhnin in his grasp, he looked over to Alexander. "I'm not going back to Braveheart. She needs time and space from the others. Go back and tell Gabriel this. In time I will make contact with you, and hopefully when she comes back to me, you will see her again." Without another word, the male moved from the sight of Alex, and began his search for a safe haven which would belong to the both of them, one he would call home.


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