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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 22, 2009 17:53:55 GMT -5
Brandy's mind had been through a loop and a half the whole time she had been in Dallas. She had succeeded in her mission to help Damian find his girl - only to have had her find someone else. And a vampire no doubt. Not to mention the other events that had happened - - -
Almost getting mugged and getting saved by a vampire who wasn't Matt. This vampire was way more insane and not quite as 'cuddly and friendly' as her Matty was. Yes, her Matty who she had become attached to during their brief time in Dallas together. Matt and Jack ended up looking out for Brandy, Brandy looked out for Damian.
Damian had been so upset it made Brandy's heart hurt. She insisted the trio return a day early, it was not fair to keep Damian in Dallas for him to constantly be reminded of Alicia. She disliked the girl for hurting her friend, making him worry about her when all this time she was with someone else - Brandy didn't know how anybody could do that to another human being.
She had wanted to confide in Sam, she wanted to tell him that she loved him and to let him know about the mugging and how she met another vampire named Jack. She wanted to say she was coming home early so that he could pick her up at the airport but nothing.
No phone call from him and her 20-something messages on his phone had remained un-returned. She even tried to call the bar a couple of times only to have Haylee say he was busy and that was it. It made her worry. Did he suddenly meet someone while she was gone? Did something happen to him?
She had taken a taxi from the airport to the bar, letting both Matt and Damian know she didn't need a ride and that she needed some time alone. It was raining outside when the taxi pulled up to the familiar building but the moment she stepped out and paid the cab driver - something seemed ... wrong.
The cab driver drove off and Brandy held the duffel bag in her right hand, her brown eyes squinting because she could of sworn she saw Arlene and Terry having doggy-style sex on the pool table. Wait? What? Brandy must of been hallucinating!
The closer Brandy got to the door the louder the voices had become, she gripped the door with her free hand and swung it open. What she saw next had made her drop her duffel bag to the floor without a second thought.
Sex. Lots and lots of sex. She even recognized a few faces in the crowd like Jane's behind the bar with an 'open tab' apparently. There were a lot of locals scattered around the bar - the pool table, the tables, the chairs, the floor. One girl was even laying back on the bar while two girls and a guy licked mustard from her leg - another woman was shoving a man's head between her legs and another couple was doing the nasty against the jukebox.
Brandy frowned, she liked that jukebox. Suddenly she heard a male voice calling out to her and she turned to the source - oh bloody hell, it was Mike Spencer!!
"Hey there sexy! Come here, I'll show who can really ride your sexy @ss"
"Not on your life Mike Spencer, you dirty tree rapist!"
The thoughts that were coming to her mind right then as she stood in the middle of the room. A couple had already approached her from behind, reaching their hands for her. She turned to them, looking over her shoulder at the pair when she noticed their pitch black eyes - -
"Whose darkness is that powerful? Stay away from me. Where is Sam?"
Yes, that was the question of the evening wasn't it? Was this the reason Sam had been avoiding her calls - to throw some sex orgy in his bar? Because if that was the case, he was in BIG trouble!
However, it was Terry who had answered, an interesting sight indeed considering what he was doing while he was speaking to Brandy.
"We are to capture Sam Merlotte. He is fit for the beast!"
Arlene spoke up underneath him, with a grin that made Brandy want to slap it right off her face.
"He is the vessel that will bring forth our great bull-horned god! Such a gift!"
Vessel? Beast? Bull-horned god? This was some crazy sh!t right here! Brandy wasn't worried that Sam caused this sex-crazed grouping in his bar anymore.. she was worried about Sam! Brandy was already making her way to the office when a pair of locals grabbed her from behind.
"Join us! Let yourself go, it is such a wonderful feeling!"
Their hands. They were empty, and when they grabbed her and began to pull her away from the office door she began to feel the darkness and the chaos that was struggling to pull her in as well.
Brandy wasn't going to tell them that they were biting off more than they could chew.
"Dea Lego , servo mihi iam. Servo mihi ex is inritus. EGO to order thee disperse!" Goddess Selene, protect me now. Save me from this void. I command thee - disperse!"
The couple that had grabbed her suddenly began to cry out in pain, their hands covering their ears as they dropped to their knees. The void that had been trying to inch it's way into Brandy was gone and Brandy's head shot toward the office door.
She wasn't wasting any more time and she stormed toward the office, pushing the door open with one hard thrust of her hand. What she saw in that office....
Haylee. Haylee tied up in Sam's chair with her eyes all black and Sam was bent down securing the last of the knots around her slender ankles. Brandy didn't see Sam's eyes, all she saw were the scattered papers across the desk, (the whole office!) and Haylee's breasts heaving up and down with a look of lust toward Sam.
"Just what the HELL is going on here???!!! Is this the reason you have been ignoring me and not returning my calls? To have a friggin' sex orgy in the bar and tie up Haylee in your office for some kinky fun time while I'm in Dallas??!!"
Oh did Brandy so NOT want to be Sam Merlotte right now. She was about 10 seconds away from raising some bloody hell!
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 22, 2009 19:29:19 GMT -5
"Just what the HELL is going on here???!!! Is this the reason you have been ignoring me and not returning my calls? To have a friggin' sex orgy in the bar and tie up Haylee in your office for some kinky fun time while I'm in Dallas??!!"
Sam shot upright when he heard the familiar voice of Brandy. Brandy? What was she doing here so early? He looked down at Haylee quickly, oh it didn't look good at all. Sam turned his self towards Brandy fully, raising his hands up, in front of his chest.
"This is not what it looks like. I swear to God." his eyes pleaded, hoped she'd realise the truth to the situation. "I know it looks bad, really really bad. But I had to get her tied up to stop her." he looked down at Haylee awkwardly.
He paused and rewound some of Brandy's words in his head. "What calls? I never got any calls" then he threw a look of disgust. "Orgy? What the hell?"
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Post by haylee on Sept 23, 2009 23:26:41 GMT -5
Well. "It was about D@MN time!" Haylee's body posture slightly rang that statement; for a little compliance. Where as her grin would play upon something else a "duh" feeling. Seeing everything come together as it should be. Of course she was right, all along she had been in fact "right." Her throat carried a giggle, Sam told her that he would be right back and sure enough, he was. By that point already, Haylee was sitting in his chair; as per the suggestion. Now giving it a little swirl every now and then; or, at least she did until Sam mentioned playing a game! Which is highly Kinky. Who would have thunk that he could RISE to the occasion. Haylee nibbled on her bottom lip, anxiously. As in: Raring to go. Though, it wouldn't be a private little rump; they had company. Maryann, her motto might be the "more the merrier."
Haylee was a little surprised to see Brandy, whom happened to be the said "company." Though, Haylee tilted her focus back to Sam and felt more turned on. A peep show! That was something exciting; Haylee tried to wriggle up and down. Yet, nothing was happening yet. This was pure torture, especially with a view like hers. Sam, he had a really nice backside. You could bounce a quarter off of it. Much like you could do to the front side; that it was toned. With a blurt, "Mmmmnn, I could wear him like a Scrunchie." Oh, there was more it seemed. A little something else, on how everything didn't look exactly like it was placed. Pffft. Sam, he wanted her! "Yes, it is!" The piece de lah resistance, "I wasn't look'n to share, you wanna help BB?"
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 23, 2009 23:43:20 GMT -5
"Mmmmnn, I could wear him like a Scrunchie."
Brandy had heard those words from Haylee's mouth before she even heard Sam's defense. It was a comical site indeed, the way her eyebrow arched and she peeked over Sam's shoulder as he got up to approach her.
"This is not what it looks like. I swear to God."
"Yes, it is!"
Oh, the face Brandy was making was not very amused. From her view, it looked like Haylee was undressing Sam's backside with her - there were those black eyes again! This was irritating, and Brandy couldn't quite put her finger on who.. or what.. could have so much power to possess a whole town!
"I know it looks bad, really really bad. But I had to get her tied up to stop her."
"I wasn't look'n to share, you wanna help BB?"
"No. I can handle my man all on my own, thanks."
Brandy quickly had her attention back on Sam, even though a brief thought crossed her mind as to how long those ropes could hold her.
"I believe you"
"What calls? I never got any calls"
"What? You didn't? I even called here - it was Haylee who answered and.. "
Once again Brandy was looking over her shoulder toward Haylee, the girl was singing to herself and seemed to be patiently waiting for Sam to continue his 'rope game'. Thankfully she knew Haylee well enough to realize the young blond was not as fault.. she was caught in the same madness that the others outside were.
"Never mind.."
"Orgy? What the hell?"
It was hard to believe that Sam didn't know about the big orgy going on just outside his office doors, how long had Haylee kept him in his office? With a sigh Brandy had reached for Sam's hand and pulled him outside to where the source of the whole action was. As she let go of his hand she placed out her hands in such away that read 'presenting... your orgy'.
"The whole town has dubbed your bar as the next swinger's club. I don't fancy having to touch any of them to pull them off of each other... do you?"
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 24, 2009 10:54:46 GMT -5
Sam was stuck between a compromising position and his unhappy girlfriend. Not an enviable position by any means. Haylee was chirping and giggling at him. Making suggestive remarks that shocked Sam. Not because he was sheltered or a prude, but to hear them come from Haylee was almost unimaginable.
Brandy took Sam's hand and led him out into the front of the bar. His mouth fell open in shock and horror. His customers were using his bar as a d*mn brothel. They didn't seem to notice the couple standing there at all, they were so into what they were doing.
Legs and bodies all intertwined with each other. Lustful moans and high pitched squeals of pleasure. Sam looked like he was about to be sick. His pride and joy was defiled in the most vile way. "The whole town has dubbed your bar as the next swinger's club. I don't fancy having to touch any of them to pull them off of each other... do you?"
Sam shook his head, dazed at what he was seeing in front of his eyes. Things he doubted he could ever unsee. "No, I don't think I want to put my hands on any of them." his lip curled in disgust.
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 24, 2009 11:01:25 GMT -5
"No, I don't think I want to put my hands on any of them."
The situation was bad. Really bad. The energy in this place, was totally different from the energy she felt back in Dawn Green's duplex. This was more sinister, and far out of Brandy's range of abilities. Or was it? Was it possible for her to get everyone back to normal? Could she pull such a feat off?
"I have an idea, but we need to get out of here"
Brandy reached for Sam's hand, intertwining her fingers tightly in his own as she urged them both toward the door. Not exactly an easy feat to maneuver around all the sex-happy couples. She wanted to tell him everything about Dallas, but that was just going to have to wait.
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Post by Maryann Forrester on Sept 24, 2009 11:27:55 GMT -5
The door to Merlotte's swung open. Maryann stood there flanked by two of her disciples of chaos. Terry and Arlene. The sex hungry Merlotte's barely took note of her. Far too busy in there own dirty little worlds.
"Where is Sam Merlotte?" Maryann's words were colder than ice and her eyes were determined. Now she had the full attention of the entire bar.
"He's here!" squealed Jane Bodehouse with delight at being the first to tattle-tale on Sam.
"Yeah!" chimed in Mike Spencer as his head appeared from behind the bar. Completely naked from the waist down. "He's around here with that hot piece of ass he's been f**kin'"
Maryann smiled, "Oh. It's alright. I see him and his pretty little filly." she pointed to the doorway between the bar and the back. "The first to being him to me will recieve something very special from me on my big day."
Maryann didn't need to tell them twice. They all peeled there bodies from one another and moved towards the pair.
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 24, 2009 12:02:53 GMT -5
"Where is Sam Merlotte?"
So much for plan A. Maryann's commanding voice had made her stop and turn toward the source. Brandy briefly recalled her earlier meeting with the woman and finally it dawned on her as to where the source of all the energy was coming from..
... it was this woman..
and she was feeding off of it.
"He's here!"
Brandy scowled.
"Yeah! He's around here with that hot piece of ass he's been f**kin'"
Brandy didn't know if she should of been disgusted.. or flattered. There wasn't time to think about either emotion once Maryann spotted the pair trying to head out of the bar.
"Oh. It's alright. I see him and his pretty little filly. The first to being him to me will receive something very special from me on my big day."
Ah sh!t, Brandy was already looking around for an escape route but there was nothing. The local couples had literally littered every square inch of Merlotte's that they could and before she could keep her hand tighter in Sam's - she was being torn away from him.
5 of them. Count them - 5 had loomed around her, one of them including Mike Spencer which seemed more excited about coping a feel rather than dragging her over to Maryann. Nonetheless, frantic Brandy couldn't take her eyes off of Sam - and she couldn't stop reaching for him either, but Maryann wasn't that far away.
The 5 had stopped and two had grabbed onto Brandy's shoulders, turning her roughly to face Maryann. Brandy's dark caramel eyes were burning in anger and she was so close to Maryann she could of spit on her.
"Your darkness doesn't work on me, Maryann. I'm warning you now, you let us go or else I'm going to go all wicked witch' of the west on your @ss!"
Brandy meant it too, and she was pretty certain there wouldn't be any arguments from Sam either. Not this time.
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Post by Maryann Forrester on Sept 24, 2009 13:17:05 GMT -5
Maryann stood amongst the chaos, barely showing any emotion of any kind. Not even when 5 of the black eyed locals grabbed Brandy and snatched her away from Sam's hand. Only a slight glimmer of pleasure came over her face as they brought Brandy over to her.
Brandy was defiant. "Your darkness doesn't work on me, Maryann. I'm warning you now, you let us go or else I'm going to go all wicked witch' of the west on your @ss!"
Maryann arched an eyebrow at her, bemused by the pretty witch. "Oh you really think so do you?" the crowd whooped and hollered in appreciation of Maryann.
"Do it! Show that b*tch your power!" squawked Rosie the Sherrif's receptionist.
"Bring her over" cooed another, petting Brandy's hair.
"Silence!" Maryann roared and the patrons all hushed to a low mutter.
Maryann outstrethced her arms and began to let her power seep out of her. Her entire being vibrating with the awesome force she possessed within her. "Lo-Lo Bromius....Lo-Lo Dendrites....Lo-Lo Eleutherios....Lo-Lo Enorches....Lo-Lo Bacchus.."
Soon the entire bar was chanting along with her. Revelling in her aura. It built up like a mantra, it's pitch and tone becoming more and more frenetic.
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 24, 2009 13:39:29 GMT -5
"Oh you really think so do you?"
Apparently threatening a woman who could bring chaos onto a whole town was not a good idea. Brandy's challenge had intrigued Maryann and suddenly Brandy was regretting her words. Not exactly a great time for Brandy's trademark 'open your mouth and say whatever came to your mind' moment.
"Do it! Show that b*tch your power!"
"Bring her over"
Brandy felt a hand against her hair and she glared at the woman who had touched her. What was with all the touching ??!!
"Silence!"
Even Brandy was silent. The hands let her go and the local's stepped away from her. Brandy turned her head, looking around her as she wondered what the hell was going to happen. Surely it wasn't going to be a good thing that they just let go of her the way they did. That was when her focus was sent directly to Maryann.
The woman was vibrating. The waves of energy coaxing around the woman and the power.. the power that was radiating from the woman's entire being was reaching out to Brandy in waves.
"What are you?"
Brandy's question was to go unanswered.
"Lo-Lo Bromius....Lo-Lo Dendrites....Lo-Lo Eleutherios....Lo-Lo Enorches....Lo-Lo Bacchus.."
Words were powerful. Chants were powerful. Ritual's were powerful. Waves of energy, as if Brandy had been standing directly in the ocean, were coming toward her.
Through her. And it wasn't only coming from Maryann. Everyone around her was chanting, all of their energy.. all of their chaos.. all of their darkness was creeping up inside of Brandy until all Brandy felt was the void. She couldn't hold back any longer, her head lowered once her body, her very soul had given up the fight.
Her head that was lowered had raised up slowly - her black, souless eyes were gazing upon Maryann in wonder.
"It's... so beautiful.... "
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 24, 2009 14:07:48 GMT -5
Sam felt Brandy get pulled, no ripped away from him. He was held back by at least 4 of the local Maryann-influenced townies. They took Brandy over to Maryann and he smiled a little as Brandy gave her what for. Though the smile didn't last too long, as Maryann fobbed her off and began to channel whatever energy she produced. The energy that had most of Bon Temps in a rapturous thrall.
"Lo-Lo Bromius....Lo-Lo Dendrites....Lo-Lo Eleutherios....Lo-Lo Enorches....Lo-Lo Bacchus.."
Maryann began the chanting. It sounded ancient, powerful and soon everyone joined in with her till it reached a crescendo. Sam struggled against the arms, who even in there choral fury still had the sense to hold onto him.
He felt his stomach flip, as Brandy spoke. "It's... so beautiful.... "
"No...no...nonono." Sam would have collapsed on the spot, if the hands had've let him go at that moment. He had to get her out of here, had to get through to her. Snap her out of it. He built up all his energy, all the strength he had in him. The strength she gave to him. He managed to yank himself free and dodge past grasping hands.
He spun Brandy round, "Not you....I can't lose you." his voice shook as he looked into her blackened eyes. He took on a determined stance and grabbed at Brandy, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder. He backed away. "Let me go, this is f**king insanity!" he screamed in desperation. "Just let me take her out of here."
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Post by Maryann Forrester on Sept 24, 2009 14:46:32 GMT -5
"It's... so beautiful.... "
Maryann gasped with pride and love for her newcomer to the fold. She placed her hands at the side of Brandy's face. "Oh my dear...oh you beautiful creature." she gazed off past Brandy and towards Sam who was not taking this turn of events well.
The pain on his face was like ecstacy for Maryann, and when he got loose she smiled even more, then laughed. "Oh this is too wonderful."
Let me go, this is f**king insanity! Just let me take her out of here."
Maryann giggled as he slung Brandy over his shoulders. "Oh Sam, you're such an animal." she stepped aside. "Go, take her. Enjoy her. It is not time for you to come to me yet."
Some of the townies blocked his path. Maryann scowled and backhanded Rosie. "Let them go.!"
Rosie pouted, but did as Maryann asked.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 24, 2009 16:05:38 GMT -5
Sam cautiously walked towards the door to the bar, Brandy slung over his right shoulder like a rag doll. He hated acting in such a neandarthal way. But he had to get her out of there quickly.
Much to his surprise, Maryann had let them both go. Sam threw her a look of confusion. What was she up to? He wasn't about to stand around and ask her what the f**k she was up to. He got outside into the front parking lot and hurried his way across and towards his trailer. Occasionally looking over his other shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed.
"Godammit!" Sam mumbled, this had to be the worst week ever.
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 24, 2009 16:30:51 GMT -5
There was something to be said about chaos. It was a whole other concept of freedom. Of no morals, no consequences, you could give in to everything the human desire was capable of and you didn't even have to look back.
The moment Sam had opened the door to the trailer and finally put Brandy down on the ground, she was looking at him and all she could see was a blurry distorted image of him. Even his voice was muffled, and there was waves of energy around him - like she was looking at him through a piece of red and shiny metallic see-through foil.
Or whatever. Who cared what she thought she saw in her head! She should of given up earlier, she couldn't believe the kind of feeling like a - a permanent tension building toward a hour - long orgasm. The voice that was speaking to Sam as she jolted forward and knocked him back against the door was almost not her own.
"F*ck me Sam. F*ck me right NOW! I want to feel you inside of me, NOW"
The feeling of urgency came with the feeling of chaos, Brandy was like an un-caged animal that was already struggling to rip Sam's clothes right off of him. She wasn't giving him one moment, or one chance to protest -
She was taking him right then and there, rather he wanted it or not.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 24, 2009 18:23:30 GMT -5
As soon as Sam had gotten them safely into the trailer, he put her down and turned to lock the door. Before he knew it she was on him, like white on rice. Pawing at him, breathing heavily and looking at him with lustful black eyes.
"F*ck me Sam. F*ck me right NOW! I want to feel you inside of me, NOW"
Any other circumstances Sam would have taken advantage of the situation. Lead her to bed and have his way with her, but this was not his Brandy. In body, yes..but not in mind. Not in soul. All that was truly beautiful about her was lost to Maryann's control. All she was now was a creature bound by a lack of morals and boundaries.
He held her off, though dammit she was strong. "Brandy, listen to me. This isn't you, wake up. Please!" he was desperate and scared. Scared of losing the one person in his life he trusted completely. "Aw baby please not you. I can't do this without you."
He grabbed the sides of her face and looked into her black eyes. "If there's any part of my Brandy in there, I want you to hear this." he sighed and with complete sincerity he said the words she had wanted to hear for so long.
"I love you Brandy. I love you so much." he rest his head on hers. "Please come back to me." a single tear trickled down his face.
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