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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 23, 2009 14:23:56 GMT -5
The house off of Renard Parish Road? Brandy was driving with one hand, her brown eyes curiously on the glowing blue screen. It was definitely Sam's phone number and it made her wonder for a moment what she was suppose to be checking out at some strange house on the road?
"What could he possibly have for me there? Eh, well, it's Sam.. I'm sure whatever he has planned is going to be remarkable"
Brandy had followed the directions on the phone, sure enough the old dirt road led to a giant white house looming on its own against the back drop of a night sky. The place was quiet, not a soul around for miles and Brandy parked her car and slipped outside. From where she was parked she could hear the faint sound of piano music, and she could see the soft flicker of candle light all around from the windows outside.
Brandy's heart jumped in her chest a little.
"Did he? Oh my lord.. Sam.. you shouldn't have.."
Brandy felt that all too familiar lump in her throat and she blushed from where she stood. She had to check out the inside of the place before she called him. With a soft breath she tucked her long brown hair behind her ear and made her way from the car to inside the house.
The music was much more clear the closer she got, an obvious compact disc track but still it played a beautiful melody she never heard before.
She stepped inside the house slowly, immediately enveloped by the warm glow of many white candles around the house. They lined the floors, the dressers, the tables - everything as she walked through the house and stopped at the kitchen. From where she stood a meal of roasted pig laid in its splendor - complete with all the trimmings and basked in the warm glow of candle light.
Something was.. serene in the way the flame danced in the reflection of her caramel-hued eyes, she had never seen anything like it. He planned this all for her while she was at work? That had to be it.. something like this must of took him hours.
She didn't know Sam had it in him. With a soft smile on her face she stood in the door way and opened her phone, quickly dialing the number to the bar without another thought.
She couldn't wait to hear his voice, to let him know how much of a.. welcomed surprise this was. And she couldn't wait for him to show up so that they could share the wonderful time together.
She heard the phone pick up, and she heard Sam's warm voice on the other end.
"Sam. Oh my lord, hun.. it's beautiful. I'm here now, at the house, when did you find the time to do this? It's just.. it's remarkable. When are you going to be here?"
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 23, 2009 16:10:40 GMT -5
Sam had closed up early. No-one was even in the bar to serve. Not even Jane Bodehouse, local alcoholic. None of the staff had bothered to show up either. Okay, not strictly true. Big Jim had turned up 30 minutes late. Dirty and stinking of stale beer, Sam had no choice but to send him.
Fixing up everything, not that much needed done. But it was habit to give it a once over before shutting up. Then the phone rang. Sam hoped it was someone at least calling in sick. He picked up the reciever.
"Hello, Merlotte's. Sam speaking."
"Sam. Oh my lord, hun.. it's beautiful. I'm here now, at the house, when did you find the time to do this? It's just.. it's remarkable. When are you going to be here?"
Brandy's voice came through the line. She sounded so excited. Beautiful? House? What?
"Uh, Brandy. What are you talkin' about? What house?" Sam was confused, he had genuinely no idea what was going on. "Where are you?" Sam was beginning to get a dark, sinking feeling in his gut.
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 23, 2009 16:20:08 GMT -5
"Uh, Brandy. What are you talkin' about? What house?"
Brandy laughed slightly into the phone, he was kidding her right? He was the one that set her the text message after all. She had her head down, one arm wrapping around her stomach as she tilted her head down to whisper into the receiver before he could continue.
"Stop teasing, you were the one that sent me the text message"
"Where are you?"
Brandy's face had a look of 'what? is he high?' painted all over it and she shook her head, bringing the phone back to her ear.
"The white house off of Renard Parish Road, where you told me to come. Sam, the text message was from your phone. You can stop teasing me at any time now"
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 23, 2009 16:54:22 GMT -5
"The white house off of Renard Parish Road, where you told me to come. Sam, the text message was from your phone. You can stop teasing me at any time now"
Sam felt sick to his stomach. The description of where Brandy was chilled him to the bone. He had to get her the hell out of there and fast.
"Brandy, listen to me." Sam said, his tone deadly serious. "You have to get out of there right now. I didn't make that message, I don't have my phone. You've been set up, you have to go. Now!"
Sam hoped the urgency in his voice would convince her that this was no joke. That he wasn't going to be there anytime soon. He hoped to God, that she'd get out without being noticed.
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 23, 2009 17:10:00 GMT -5
"Brandy, listen to me."
His tone changed so quickly, so.. abruptly that Brandy could hear her heart beat in her head. Something was wrong in what he was about to say.
Ba Dum. Ba Dum. Ba Dum
"You have to get out of there right now. I didn't make that message, I don't have my phone. You've been set up, you have to go. Now!"
The room felt like it was closing in on her, the air had become so very, very heavy and Brandy was staring ahead at the table a bit more closely this time. She took a step forward and the smell that consumed her... if only she had noticed it sooner!
Sam didn't do this. Sam didn't text her. Sam didn't even have his phone.
"Sam... I'm scared..."
Brandy held the phone to her right ear as the flames from the candles seemed to grow brighter to reveal what really was on that table.
Rotten fruit with dozen of fruit flies swimming around the bowls, moldy loaves of bread that looked like they had been sitting out in the sun for days, a scorched black pig with its stomach ripped open while white maggots crawled in and out of its carcass.
Every bowl of meat on that table was festering with little white maggots. It made Brandy sick to her stomach. She backed up as she saw the sight, and that was when she felt a body behind her.
"Get away from me!! SAM!!!"
Her blood curdling scream was muffled quickly as a hand slammed itself over her mouth, her phone dropping and shattering to the ground below.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 23, 2009 17:49:25 GMT -5
"Sam... I'm scared..."
Sam was starting to fret, pacing back and forward as far as he could go with it in his hands. "Just calm down babe...please. Stay calm and get out. Come straight to the bar, I'm right here."
"Get away from me!! SAM!!!"
"Brandy?" Sam began to panic, laying the phone on the desk and with his free hand ran his fingers through his hair, stopping to grab a chunk of it. "Brandy? Oh God...Brandy??!" Sam's voice grew increasingly desperate. He had to get to her. He had to get her as soon as possible. He hung up the phone as soon as the other line went dead.
Running towards the back entrance, to where his truck would be parked. He swung open the door and there stood three figures bathed in the green glow of the sign atop the roof of the bar. Three people he knew, two very well one he wished he'd never met.
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Post by Maryann Forrester on Sept 23, 2009 18:14:30 GMT -5
"Oh, hello Sam. Fancy meeting you here." Maryann smiled at him, daring him to move toward her. "You know, I told you that you'd be mine and I intend to keep that promise. Very soon, you're entire being will belong to me." Arlene and Terry who were once flanking either side of Maryann were now wrapped up in each others arms. Giggling and cackling to one another, there eyes as black as pitch. They turned to look at Sam. "Oh go on Sam!" Arlene screetched. "Just give in, it'll be fun. You'll see." "Sam, you're failing the boys by not giving yourself over." Terry still appeared to have some semblance of himself, however minute. They started to move forwards. "Quickly!" called Maryann sharply and walked slowly behind the hollering couple. Simultaneously, Arlene and Terry grabbed for Sam's arms tightly. Laughing like a couple of hyena's as they did so. Maryann stood close to Sam, running a hand along his cheek and then grabbing at his chin and staring into his blue eyes. "Consider this a warning, Sam Merlotte. Soon you're time shall come." ----------------------------- Eggs grabbed Brandy from behind, his large hand covering her mouth. Just like Maryann had told him to do. cover her mouth to stop that witch from casting. Eggs did as he was asked without so much as a second thought. What Maryann wanted, Maryann got. He shoved Brandy to the ground and pulled out a roll of duct tape and within seconds he was on her. Ripping a slice off and sticking it over her mouth. Grabbing her wrists, he snapped them forward and he wound the tape around her slender wrists over and over till he was sure she couldn't remove it. He picked her up by her hair easily with one huge hand and with the other punched her full on in the face, and again and again. Before shoving her back down to the floor again. Kicking her in the ribs with a huge manical black eyed grin. Maryann wanted this b*tch to suffer, wanted Sam to suffer. To understand his place in her world and if that meant getting rid of his little witch lover, then so be it. Eggs get down onto his knees and straddled Brandy. He gently stroked her hair at each side of her head, then grabbing handfuls of her thick dark locks and yanking her head up and then smashing it back down onto the hardwood floor. ((OOC: Brandy has given me full permission to beat the snot out of her))
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 23, 2009 18:34:31 GMT -5
This man, whoever he was - Brandy had not seen before in her life. She only got a brief look at him and his cold, soulless black eyes. He threw her to the ground like a rag doll, her body hitting the hardwood floor with a sickening thud. She only managed two words out before she saw that silver shimmer of what appeared to be duck tape in his hands.
"F*CK YOU"
The tape was over her mouth in an instant, this @sshole was too quick - and much too strong for Brandy to fight off. He covered her mouth, so saying a spell was impossible and now she was helpless. Helpless and angry, her brown eyes staring death right at him - what good were her powers if she couldn't use them?!
She whimpered as he snapped her arms upward, squeaking into the duct tape when he wrapped her wrists together over and over again. She felt his hand on her long hair - she never regretted having such long hair till that moment, and sent his fist to her face.
Pain. It swelled her face upon impact and she couldn't scream. The coppery taste of blood welted up in her mouth and she couldn't even spit it out - she was forced to swallow it. She lost count at how many times his fist had met her face after 3 times, her eyes welding up in tears as her body began to tremble.
This was what getting the sh!t kicked out of you felt like? He wasn't even easing up on her for a moment. Even a shift kick to the ribs was added as if hitting her in the face wasn't enough! It caused her body to violently curl into a fetal position for half a moment. She was just a woman, and he had a complete advantage over her - there was absolutely nothing that she could do. All she could do was think of Sam and wish the pain away..
It stopped. He stopped hitting her. And then she felt his thighs straddling her waist. She looked up at him in horror, was he going to rape her?!! She preferred the sh!t kicking - from what she could see of it, she could barely see out of her right eye.
There were cuts everywhere on her face, she could feel them, she could see the blood on her face as her terrified gaze was reflected in his black eyes. He stroked her face and she winced - wanting him to get it over with already.
She was certain she was going to die the moment she felt her head hit that hard wood floor. Another mouthful of blood she was forced to swallow as she turned her head, her body almost in compulsions from her tears..
... She was going to die that night.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 23, 2009 19:02:12 GMT -5
Sam froze as Maryann stood there with Arlene and Terry. Both the man and the woman completely under Maryann's spell. Whatever the hell it was she was doing to them. All three taunted him and before he knew it Arlene and Terry had Sam in a tight grasp. He wasn't surprised at Terry, but Arlene's strength was a lot more than he bargained for. Sam struggled to get free from his friends, but without hurting either of them. Maryann was soon up close, teasing and taunting him. "Consider this a warning, Sam Merlotte. Soon you're time shall come.""My time for what, you crazy b*tch!" Sam was livid, Brandy was in danger and he couldn't get to her. Not past those three. His body was shaking with rage. "What the hell is it you want with me Maryann? Why the f**k are you bringing Brandy into this? Leave her the f**k alone!" ----------------------- Eggs continued his assault on the pretty witch. She was lacerated and bleeding heavily. But he wasn't done, oh no. Maryann said no mercy. So no mercy it was. Picking the battered body of Brandy he rained in more punches to her face and body. Never stopping, just an endless stream of hooks and jabs. Bored he pushed her back over and took a long hard kick to her stomach and again and again. He pulled her up onto her wobbly feet so he could sling her over his shoulder. He casually walked towards the door and opened it easily with his one free hand. He tossed her out the open door and onto Maryann's front lawn. Grinning as he watched her crumple into a heap.
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Post by Maryann Forrester on Sept 23, 2009 19:09:50 GMT -5
What the hell is it you want with me Maryann? Why the f**k are you bringing Brandy into this? Leave her the f**k alone!"
Maryann threw her head back in the throes of raucous laughter. "Oh silly little doggy." she drew a finger down his bristly chin, "Your little girlfriend means nothing to me. What exactly do you think this is all about her?" Maryann continued to grin and leer at Sam. "You're soul will be mine and shall bring in the birth of a new era. You are the vessel that shall aid in the return of my husband to be."
Maryann's face was flushed with adoration as she thought of her impending nuptials to her God.
"Oh Sam. If only you could understand what this means to me, to all of us. You're sacrifice will be our saviour."
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 23, 2009 19:14:56 GMT -5
Death. It would seem like a gift. Brandy could barely breath and his assault on her frail body continued. How much could the human body physically handle before it just gave up? She was struggling with every fiber of her being to just keep her eyes open but her body was shutting down. Failing her.
It was like she was a punching bag. Every emotion of hate, every person whoever called him a name, every single deity that had ever come in contact with this man was making Brandy suffer. The kicks to the stomach, to her face, to her head, to her thighs - she even swore he had broken her left arm and cracked her ribcage. It felt like she was bleeding from the inside out and she was fading in and out of consciousness.
She was completely out the moment he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. Landing on the ground in the middle of the lawn was what woke her up and she couldn't move an inch.
Her attacker was gone. She was alone. Lying in a bloody heap with so much pain coursing through her body that even the blades of grass against her skin had hurt. She couldn't of been out for very long, she could feel the wetness of her own blood all over her face.. and she could see her own pool of blood soaking the grass underneath her.
It wouldn't be much longer now.
And she didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.
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Post by Jack Ashcroft on Sept 23, 2009 19:39:06 GMT -5
So Sam would be a challenge? That's what Pam had said, and a vampire's word was not to be questioned lightly, even if she was younger. Still these young vampires seemed to like to have fun, and not the good murdering kind, they seemed to prefer the constant stream of poor jokes and sending people the wrong way. Still the chance the tangle with a shifter would be an entertaining way to spend the evening.
He decided to take his time, the night was young after all and he assumed this shifter would be a poor excuse for a fight. So Jack walked. He walked like a human might, not speeding through the woods as many others might, no, he spent his time, brooding and getting into a frame of mind to fight some other being of significance.
The moon hung in the sky ominously and lit his path along the road to Merlotte's, it would be around an hour before he reached it of course, leaving him lots of time to get into character. The soft breeze made his suit jacket inflate with air. Jack cursed to himself and vowed to kill the tailor for not getting the fit right. But then on the breeze he caught the scent of something irresistible. Something that made his whole body freeze and tingle with excitement.
Blood. It was fresh in the air and it swirled around him, begging him to pursue the source and devour it. His eyes closed as he sniffed the air for a second time, the taste was intangible. He yearned for a taste now, and unconsciously the fangs grew as he became aroused by the very scent. Sam could wait, this was too much to pass up on. He was in the middle of a deserted wood, the blood was spilled already so who could say it was a vampire that killed the source? Jack suddenly grinned and his eyes shot open. He quickly licked his lips and charged down the road, tracking the source down.
In a flash he was by her side. The witch he had protected. Now he realised the scent was familiar and for good reason, he had given this woman protection for the Queen while she roamed Dallas helping some shifter find his partner. But at that moment his thoughts were consumed by a single over riding desire to feed, to taste and devour. But she was so near death the blood was bound to taste foul quickly.
The welts over her body were quickly turning black and blue. She was in deep pain and the beating she received was admirable to one part of Jack's warped mind. She was suffering and couldn't even scream in agony. Such a waste to see die, the Queen would not be pleased to see her witch die this way and even then it would not be good for Jack to have found her body and not done anything.
He glanced around and scooped her body into his arms and raced back into the woods, cradling her close to his chest so that she didn't fall. In an instant they were in a small clearing and Jack lay Brandy on the ground, resting her back against the large trunk of an aging tree. For a moment he just watched her and let an index finger wipe a trail of fresh blood from her cheek. He licked it quickly to gather all the warmth and felt the desire to feed grow even more. But of course he would deny himself, he was here to be a would be savior.
He tore the duct tape from her lips and bit into his wrist, his blood flowing freely, but of course it would heal soon. "Taste my blood." He said to her, holding his wrist out toward her mouth. "You will die without it Quickly now, I do not make this offer lightly."
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Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 23, 2009 20:08:51 GMT -5
The earth never smelled quite the way it ever could when you were so close to death you knew your next stop was inside it. The way the moon loomed over head as if it was mocking her for falling to such a feat. She blamed herself in her head, realizing now how out of place the text message was - what, with the timing alone. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't even bring herself to do that.
She felt a breeze, it was so faint and so quick she didn't even acknowledge in her head that the breeze came from someone. She could feel his eyes on her, but in this state she couldn't even lift her head up to acknowledge him. She hurt so much that even the smallest of gestures was excruciating.
He had reached for her, a poor excuse for a cry of pain choked in the back of her throat as he brought her close to his body. Her mind was almost empty and weakly her brown eyes finally saw him. Jack. It was Jack.
She didn't even blink an eye before he had moved her, and placed her against the trunk of an old tree. Why was he doing this? She couldn't even bring herself to move or show any emotion as his index finger slid down her cheek to taste her blood. Her chest could barely move to breath and she knew the expression in her eyes was almost... completely lost.
She felt less than nothing. Like she was just moments away from dying completely. That look in his eyes though.. he didn't look like he wanted to kill her.
He wanted to save her.
She almost winced when he tore the duct tape from her mouth, a mouthful of left over blood seeped past her teeth and onto her chin - the blood she couldn't bring herself to keep swallowing.
She watched as he sunk his teeth into her wrist, the cold redness seeping to the surface.
"Taste my blood. You will die without it. Quickly now, I do not make this offer lightly.
The thoughts in the back of her mind as she coughed harshly and the pain seeped through her. 'Don't do it, you will forever be connected to him, he will always know where you are, he will always know where to find you, you will become a part of him. For the rest of your life.'
If she didn't take his blood, she would die. There was no question, no hesitation that without his life force she would never see this life again. She would never see Summer, Damian, Kaelyn, or Sam again.. or anybody she had grown to like or even, love...
It was a struggle to even lift her head far enough so that her lips could reach the blood. Her hand struggled to reach for his wrist but she couldn't even do that. Not at first. All she could was wrap her full lips around the wound and drink.
It was cold. Bitterly cold as it slid down her throat, it wasn't like her own blood that was warm and flowing. It didn't take but a moment for her to start to feel the connection, the life that was making its way through her veins.
Jack was old. Jack was powerful. She looked at him as she felt herself overcome by the blood, and by a bond, she knew this was something not to be taken lightly at all.
Now her hand's were on his wrist, a grunting noise - a hungry noise in the back of her throat as she felt her wounds slowly began to heal up. Her pain slowly began to go away, and her emotions began to flow through her..
Hunger. Desire. She was beginning to see parts of Jack that she shouldn't of been seeing and she forced herself to pull away. She knew in the back of her mind that if she went too far...
She took just enough that she could breath again. Her wounds weren't fully healed, not in the slightest - she had been far too gone for that. Most of the cuts had healed, but her insides felt all.. weird, and loopy, and she looked at Jack with soft, emotion-filled eyes.
"I owe you big for that.. don't I..."
But it hurt to talk, and she held her stomach in an irritated manner. Jack had saved her life, but she didn't want to move. She could only look in the other direction, wondering if Sam was ever going to come for her..
The observation she had made, was almost clearer than the night sky itself.
"... this isn't over..."
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 23, 2009 20:56:10 GMT -5
If looks could kill, Maryann and hell Arlene and Terry would all be pushing daisies. Sam just couldn't get out of there grip at all and it was infuriating. He seethed at Maryann, "What are you talking about? You are one insane f**king b*tch." he was breathing heavily. His inner thoughts were about Brandy. If anything happened to her, God help whoever was responsible.
"What the f**k are you?" Sam asked, his eyes cold. He knew she was a Supe of some kind. But not what she was, he'd never felt anything like her before. She wasn't a Vampire, definetly not a shifter of any nature. Her entire being made him uncomfortable right down to his bones. If he knew how to kill her, he'd do it in a heartbeat. Either way, she had to be stopped. Somehow.
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Post by Maryann Forrester on Sept 24, 2009 5:42:13 GMT -5
Maryann smiled deviously as Sam struggled to get free from Arlene and Terry's grip. Sam's anger and frustration was seeping out of him, this only made Maryann even more happy. "Bless you Sam Merlotte. Bless you." she made a sort of praying like hand gesture and bowed her head to him.
"What the f**k are you?" he spat the words out in disgust.
Maryann tilted her head and smiled at him sweetly. "Oh, Sam. Sam, Sam, Sam." she sighed as if she was about to explain something to a confused child. "I really don't think you're tiny little mind could comprehend what I am." she leaned into him and whispered in his ear. "I am a Maenad, a servant of Dionysus. Oh...and I'm also immortal."
A car drove recklessly into the staff parking lot, narrowly missing Sam's truck. Eggs got out, grinning from ear to ear and rushing up to Maryann. "It's done. I did what you asked of me." he looked at her, much like a puppy looks at his owner for praise.
Maryann turned from Eggs and back to Sam. "Oh, well. It's time for us to go now. I'll be seeing you real soon Sam Merlotte. You can't escape me."
Arlene and Terry let go of Sam and followed Maryann and Eggs into the red sports convertible. Laughing and giggling and generally taunting Sam.
"We're so sorry for your loss." Terry called over as the car screeched out of the parking lot.
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