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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
25
Views:
5,394
Reviews:
75
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Trinity Blood, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I Am The One
Sorry it\'s been a small forever, all. *sigh* If only RL were as lovely and interesting as my Surreal life.
***
I am the one
From the dark side of your dreams.
I am the one,
The one who hears your screams.
Catarina felt a deep sense of relief when Takara unstrapped Isaak from the bench and told him to stand. It had only been perhaps a half an hour but his punishment had seemed to go on forever. The whole scenario should not have effected her in the slightest but it had. She had found herself leaning forward for a better view of the proceedings. She shook her head to clear it slightly. She should not have been interested in the slightest, should not have noticed what a lovely contrast the purple bruising and red welts made on such milk pale skin. Her mind wandered without her consent to what kind of strength it would take to make those kinds of marks on a vampire and she shivered a little. Her eyes widened when something dawned on her that she hadn’t really thought about before. Isaak had said he liked strong women, had told her that repeatedly, now she had to wonder if he had put her in the same category with his Mistress. That thought was . . . flattering and frightening at the same time.
She watched as Isaak meekly stood, head still bowed before his Mistress. She had to wonder where exactly Tres fit into all of this. It was obvious to anyone who had eyes that Takara adored him and he in turn responded much like a jealous husband toward any man who thought to lay eyes on her. Anyone laying a hand on her would probably get it blown off. So why, she wondered, were Isaak and Dietrich still under her control and command? It was certainly an odd situation.
“Isaak,” Takara said. “Go apologize. On your knees as is appropriate.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, daring to glance up at her and smile ever so slightly before dropping to all fours and beginning the long crawl across the room to the Cardinal.
***
I am a vampire,
A-calling for your love.
I am the fire
That burns within your blood.
Isaak lay on his stomach because it hurt entirely too much to lie on his back, pondering the events of the last hour or so. Needless to say, things had gone far more interestingly than even he could have hoped for. He smirked a little to himself at the very recent and oh so fond memory.
The punishment had been infinitely worth taking considering the result. She would come to him soon, had to if her reaction had been anything to judge by. By the end of his punishment she had been close to panting and squirming around in her seat from just watching his Mistress paddle him. He would have never guessed her response would be quite so profound. He’d gathered she would be titillated slightly but nothing had prepared him for the wave of lust that had hit him coming from her. He didn’t think she’d been prepared for it either because she had seemed well and truly shocked by what was happening in her head and body completely without her consent. The feeling from her had grown all the more prominent when his Mistress, in her infinite wisdom, had forced him to crawl to the Cardinal and kiss her feet in apology for being obnoxious. The more he mused on it, the more he was completely satisfied with his lot in life at the moment.
***
I’m the angel of your desire
Burning in the night.
Abel lay staring at the ceiling of his room, trying to calm down and sort out the myriad of things running through his mind at that moment. He still couldn’t quite grasp it all. He was light headed while the rest of his body felt leaden and he wasn’t quite sure what the make of it. It had to be the after effects of the blessings. That very thought awed and humbled him more than he could have ever put into words. The five great mothers of the world had blessed him. He could fancy that he still felt the touch of their hands on his head or their lips as they had kissed him as though he were a treasured child to them. This naturally set his thoughts upon the coming ceremony the next day. So much had happened in such a short period of time it was hard to comprehend everything. He didn’t bother to move from his spot on the bed when someone knocked. He presumed it was one of the brùnaidh wanting to know if he needed anything.
“Come in,” he called, unwilling to muster the energy it would have taken to move off of the bed.
Abel was surprised to see Gun come through the door carrying a tray of bread, cheese and other assorted foodstuff. Gun managed to wrangle the tray through the door one handed and carry it to the bed without spilling anything.
Abel sat up a little and moved to help Gun, who waved him back down onto the bed. He set the tray carefully next to Abel before climbing onto the bed himself.
“Why . . .” Abel began but Gun cut him off.
“Because you need to eat something after a blessing by the Mothers.”
“I’m fine, Gun. Not hungry,” Abel said, musingly staring up at the canopy of the bed again.
Gun chuckled. “Of course you’re not hungry. You’re running on adrenaline and energy. In short, you’re stoned.”
***
Circe sat at the dressing table brushing her hair and studying the new highlights she suddenly had in the dark mass of it. She couldn’t say she regretted what had been done in the slightest because it was something that had to be accomplished. Plus she had proved to herself, just a little, that she wasn’t completely useless.
“Whatever gave you the ridiculous notion that you were useless, Sorceress?” a very familiar voice said from behind her.
“Cain, are you out of your mind?!”
“Twice you’ve asked me that in less than a week. One would think you didn’t want me around,” he said, running strong hands through her hair.
Circe sighed and tried to suppress the moan that threatened. It had been close to a century since a man had had his hands in her hair and she’d nearly forgotten how incredibly good it felt. Cain shifted the mass of her hair away from her neck and proceeded to nibble lightly along the lobe of her ear then down her neck to where it joined her shoulder before his mouth moved back up again.
“Let me stay, Sorceress,” he breathed into her ear. “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”
No bars or chains
Can keep me from your bed
Nothing on Earth
Can get me from your head
I am the one
I am the one.
***Author’s Notes***
The song used in this chapter is “I Am The One” by Inkubus Sukkubus.
***
I am the one
From the dark side of your dreams.
I am the one,
The one who hears your screams.
Catarina felt a deep sense of relief when Takara unstrapped Isaak from the bench and told him to stand. It had only been perhaps a half an hour but his punishment had seemed to go on forever. The whole scenario should not have effected her in the slightest but it had. She had found herself leaning forward for a better view of the proceedings. She shook her head to clear it slightly. She should not have been interested in the slightest, should not have noticed what a lovely contrast the purple bruising and red welts made on such milk pale skin. Her mind wandered without her consent to what kind of strength it would take to make those kinds of marks on a vampire and she shivered a little. Her eyes widened when something dawned on her that she hadn’t really thought about before. Isaak had said he liked strong women, had told her that repeatedly, now she had to wonder if he had put her in the same category with his Mistress. That thought was . . . flattering and frightening at the same time.
She watched as Isaak meekly stood, head still bowed before his Mistress. She had to wonder where exactly Tres fit into all of this. It was obvious to anyone who had eyes that Takara adored him and he in turn responded much like a jealous husband toward any man who thought to lay eyes on her. Anyone laying a hand on her would probably get it blown off. So why, she wondered, were Isaak and Dietrich still under her control and command? It was certainly an odd situation.
“Isaak,” Takara said. “Go apologize. On your knees as is appropriate.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, daring to glance up at her and smile ever so slightly before dropping to all fours and beginning the long crawl across the room to the Cardinal.
***
I am a vampire,
A-calling for your love.
I am the fire
That burns within your blood.
Isaak lay on his stomach because it hurt entirely too much to lie on his back, pondering the events of the last hour or so. Needless to say, things had gone far more interestingly than even he could have hoped for. He smirked a little to himself at the very recent and oh so fond memory.
The punishment had been infinitely worth taking considering the result. She would come to him soon, had to if her reaction had been anything to judge by. By the end of his punishment she had been close to panting and squirming around in her seat from just watching his Mistress paddle him. He would have never guessed her response would be quite so profound. He’d gathered she would be titillated slightly but nothing had prepared him for the wave of lust that had hit him coming from her. He didn’t think she’d been prepared for it either because she had seemed well and truly shocked by what was happening in her head and body completely without her consent. The feeling from her had grown all the more prominent when his Mistress, in her infinite wisdom, had forced him to crawl to the Cardinal and kiss her feet in apology for being obnoxious. The more he mused on it, the more he was completely satisfied with his lot in life at the moment.
***
I’m the angel of your desire
Burning in the night.
Abel lay staring at the ceiling of his room, trying to calm down and sort out the myriad of things running through his mind at that moment. He still couldn’t quite grasp it all. He was light headed while the rest of his body felt leaden and he wasn’t quite sure what the make of it. It had to be the after effects of the blessings. That very thought awed and humbled him more than he could have ever put into words. The five great mothers of the world had blessed him. He could fancy that he still felt the touch of their hands on his head or their lips as they had kissed him as though he were a treasured child to them. This naturally set his thoughts upon the coming ceremony the next day. So much had happened in such a short period of time it was hard to comprehend everything. He didn’t bother to move from his spot on the bed when someone knocked. He presumed it was one of the brùnaidh wanting to know if he needed anything.
“Come in,” he called, unwilling to muster the energy it would have taken to move off of the bed.
Abel was surprised to see Gun come through the door carrying a tray of bread, cheese and other assorted foodstuff. Gun managed to wrangle the tray through the door one handed and carry it to the bed without spilling anything.
Abel sat up a little and moved to help Gun, who waved him back down onto the bed. He set the tray carefully next to Abel before climbing onto the bed himself.
“Why . . .” Abel began but Gun cut him off.
“Because you need to eat something after a blessing by the Mothers.”
“I’m fine, Gun. Not hungry,” Abel said, musingly staring up at the canopy of the bed again.
Gun chuckled. “Of course you’re not hungry. You’re running on adrenaline and energy. In short, you’re stoned.”
***
Circe sat at the dressing table brushing her hair and studying the new highlights she suddenly had in the dark mass of it. She couldn’t say she regretted what had been done in the slightest because it was something that had to be accomplished. Plus she had proved to herself, just a little, that she wasn’t completely useless.
“Whatever gave you the ridiculous notion that you were useless, Sorceress?” a very familiar voice said from behind her.
“Cain, are you out of your mind?!”
“Twice you’ve asked me that in less than a week. One would think you didn’t want me around,” he said, running strong hands through her hair.
Circe sighed and tried to suppress the moan that threatened. It had been close to a century since a man had had his hands in her hair and she’d nearly forgotten how incredibly good it felt. Cain shifted the mass of her hair away from her neck and proceeded to nibble lightly along the lobe of her ear then down her neck to where it joined her shoulder before his mouth moved back up again.
“Let me stay, Sorceress,” he breathed into her ear. “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”
No bars or chains
Can keep me from your bed
Nothing on Earth
Can get me from your head
I am the one
I am the one.
***Author’s Notes***
The song used in this chapter is “I Am The One” by Inkubus Sukkubus.