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| Topic Started: Sunday, 26. January 2014, 00:16 (352 Views) | |
| Emily Watts | Sunday, 26. January 2014, 00:16 Post #1 |
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Emily sighed as she stared through her binoculars at the woman and her sire inside the apartment building across the street. That guy was lucky to be sure. Caitlyn Cummings... Quinn Hall, Emily's sire, had tasked her to conduct surveillance against New York's new additions. Apparently the presence of a famous Torrie model in the Big Apple had certainly made waves. Emily could certainly understand why too. She was drop dead gorgeous. Everything about the woman triggered Emily's bicuriosity. Still, what could she see in a guy like that! Emily scanned over to the male occupant of the room. Robin Goodfellow, another Torrie, and Caitlyn's sire. She didn't like the way he was talking to Caitlyn. The parabolic directional microphone picked up every word. Puck was lying to Caitlyn about blood bonds again. Teaching the poor young Torrie more shit information. Emily chewed her bottom lip anxiously. How she would love to put a round through his head... Truth be told Emily had broken one of her sacred codes when it came to surveillance. She had become attached to the target. Something about the woman had piqued her curiosity. Had made her want to get close. So Emily did get close. She had conversations with the woman, even became her friend, and exchanged numbers with her... They talked a lot, but no matter how much Emily tried to make advances on her, Caitlyn seemed to either ignore them or miss them. It was probably the latter. Emily had identified a blood bond between Caitlyn and Puck as well as Caitlyn and another Toreador by the name of Stephan Jackson. Emily moped as she watched the two. She wished she could be in one of their shoes. She would treat Cait like she deserved. Of course, that might not be entirely accurate. Emily chuckled to herself. She was a bit on the adventurous side so staying tied to only Caitlyn. Well, it was just unlikely, but still. She wanted to be important to her for some reason. It might have been her insanity or her fucked up childhood calling out to at least try to make something of her unlife, yet Emily knew she wanted Caitlyn. Wanted her bad. Bad enough that she had broken her code and gotten emotionally attached. It was something she hadn't even done during her life. That also ate at her. Emily scribbled down a few notes in her little book about Puck's latest lies while she rolled her eyes. This guy was a real piece of work. She hoped to figure out a way to break Caitlyn free of him, but until that time it was more watching. Her phone rang startling her from her fantasies. Emily grabbed it and flipped it open. "Ah! My daughter! I have bad news. Someone is going after little Caitlyn. A Ventrue. Sabbat type. Come on back home now and I will give you some money. This Ventrue is incredibly strong, so I need you to kill Caitlyn Cummings. Tata my little daughter and see you soon," Quinn Hall's voice stated through the phone followed by a pronounced click of the line disconnecting. Emily just sat there phone still pressed against her ear. Her whole body was shaking. It felt like a damn truck had slammed into her chest doing eighty. How could she just kill Caitlyn. "No, no, no," Emily called out pacing back and forth, "This isn't happening this isn't happening this isn't happening." With each word she twisted her hands in her hair actually tearing it out. "I have to be hallucinating! This isn't real, it's not, it can't be." Emily calmed down a little growing colder as tears of blood slowly rolled down her cheeks. She grabbed her phone and looked at it. Last call received from Master... It was happening... Emily sat down for a while somehow feeling cold for the first time since her Embrace... "I can't do it..." Emily sobbed sitting there and hugging her knees to her chest. "Why did I go and get attached..." Emily couldn't resist the calling of her sire for long. She was bound to him... Emily slowly stood up and looked out the window. "Don't worry beautiful," Emily stated, "There is another way and I will find it. I promise." Caitlyn turned at that moment staring out the window of her apartment. She was looking right at Emily... At least that is what Emily felt like she was doing. She couldn't possibly have heard her... The madness network perhaps? Or just coincidence? Emily shuffled around a little before departing her apartment. There was always another way. To be continued... Edited by Emily Watts, Sunday, 26. January 2014, 12:05.
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| Emily Watts | Tuesday, 28. January 2014, 18:19 Post #2 |
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Emily was seated in front of her master, Quinn Hall. He had an eyebrow raised as he evaluated her. They had just gone over the mission details. He had shown her several pictures of an old Sabbat Ventrue. Apparently this Ventrue had either seen the financial value in Caitlyn Cummings, or he wanted her for more perverse reasons. Regardless her master was now ordering Emily to kill Caitlyn Cummings. It was for such simple reasons that it made Emily simmer with hatred. They simply did not want the Sabbat to gain that sort of a financial asset and the Camarilla did not want to baby sit a fledgeling. So it was up to Emily to exterminate Cait... "I don't understand your problem daughter," Quinn stated with more than a little contempt, "It is a mercy killing. If the Sabbat take control of her she will become a wretched creature with no free will..." Emily shook her head rapidly to the sides. "I don't understand why the Camarilla can't protect her!" Emily retorted, "That Stephan guy could certainly do something!" "Why would we risk resources for a fledgling?" Quinn asked as if what Emily stated had been the most preposterous thing ever, "Stephan is a respected Toreador! His death would be far worse than Caitlyn's! She is expendable and that is final! You will eliminate Cait quickly and quietly and preferably outside the presence of this Puck you speak of. That is an order." Emily bit her bottom lip as she tried to resist before ultimately deciding against that. There were more battles to be fought later and she would need every ounce of her considerable willpower. "Yes master," Emily practically spat as she stood up from her chair and departed the room. She didn't look back, but she could feel his eyes boring into the back of her head. Emily decided it was time for some surveillance. Reach out to her contacts and find out where to find the Ventrue... Ricardo Cortez... She had a few contacts in the Sabbat that might be useful for such an occasion. It took Emily a few hours, but she had gotten someone to spill the beans. Emily was currently staking out a bar deep in Sabbat territory. Not a place she would like to be in all honesty, but she had a name and a face. Hell, she even knew what car he was driving and had placed a nice little GPS tracker under the rear bumper. Hopefully, he wasn't the paranoid type that swept his car for such things or the type to go off roading and knock the thing loose. Soon enough though her target had come out of the car and she was following him back to his home. Every step of the way she could feel her willpower draining. Her massive reserved slowly dwindling. She would have to perform this mission as quickly as possible. It was her unspoken mission of course. The one that went against her master's orders. She was going to take this Ventrue son of a bitch down. She followed the man to the edge of the city and stopped. He was leaving New York. That made things much easier. She didn't want to risk him finding out he was being tailed so she let him go, trusting in her GPS tracker. A text caused her phone to buzz as she turned around. She prayed to Caine that it wasn't from her Sire. Glancing down she found it to be from another of her contacts. @Crazy Bitch: Beware! Dat blew blud haz moar disciplinez den a normal blew blud! Emily blinked at the text before sighing. That was great... So she had to worry about more than the usual disciplines. He was an old vampire she should have suspected as much. Emily returned to her small safe house in the city and fired up her laptop. She checked the status of her tracker and it was still moving. It was traveling far away from civilization. Deep into the forest north of New York. Emily grinned at this. She could use that terrain to her advantage! Take him while he was in the woods. Emily knew if she intended to take on someone as powerful as Cortez, she would need to use her only advantage. Technology, a neonate and fledglings best friends. She picked up her phone and called in the favors. The phone rang and rang. Then a distinctly Russian voice answered. "Hello?" The thick Russian accent asked hesitantly. "That's all I get Yuri?" Emily scoffed playfully, "Five years and multiple times saving your ass from the frier and all I get is hello?" "Emily! I did not know it vas you! You know I love you baby!" The Russian voice of Yuri answered enthusiastically, "Vhere have you been? I look all over for you!" "I am here in New York with you Yuri! You are still in town aren't you?" Emily teased offering a playful giggle through the phone. Yuri was a good man. A little rough around the edges, but all in all a solid man. He was a smuggler working for the Russian Mafia who used to be a part of the KGB. Not the fun part, but nonetheless a part. "Of course! Vi do you ask? You come see Yuri?" He asked cheekily causing Emily to chuckle. "Business Yuri," Emily said seriously, "All those favors you owe me? I am cashing them all in tonight." "All of them?" Yuri's voice was more than a little surprised. He owed Emily a massive chunk of favors, "Vhat could you possibly be up to that vould cause you to call them all in?" "Sorry Yuri! That's mission secret sweetie," Emily stated quickly, "But I need everything you got. You still hanging out at the old spot?" It was a reference to a certain area of the docks. "Yes, I am. You come see me then and I vill help," Yuri reluctantly replied. These types of favors always grated his nerves. Especially since he was in America... Emily could tell from Yuri's voice that he regretted owing her all those favors. Still Yuri loved he and would give her whatever she wanted. It was always the same between them. Yuri would do something stupid, and she would ride in like a lady ace and save his ass. Then he would owe her favors. They just seemed to add up over the years. Now she needed them though. She needed all the cutting edge technology and weapons she could get her hands on. Then she would lay the hurt on this Ventrue and protect Caitlyn Cummings, yet another woman she would probably never get to truly know! It wasn't too terribly long before Emily found herself at the docks. She was greeted by several big Russians who all seemed to be packing heat. This was definitely the place. She pulled her little Honda Accord right up and rolled down the window when she was waved down by a big man. "Vhat do you vant?" The man asked as he peered in. "Boris! I am here to see the boss man!" Emily chimed happily. Boris rolled his eyes when he recognized her fully. "I should have known it vould be you. He is rolling out all the stock. Third ship on the right," Boris said waving he in without much complaint. She had some encounters with the man. Mostly calls asking her to help him pull Yuri's ass out of the frying pan. She always accepted those calls. Russians were crazy but they were good people. She pulled her car right up to the third ship and parked it making her way onto the boat. She was greeted by a familiar face. A 6'4" tall deliciously scarred Russian man. He was in damn good shape. So of course she ran up to him, hugged him, and planted a nice chaste kiss on the lips startling all his body guards. "Vell hello beautiful!" Yuri said after a sharp intake of breath, "Look, I vant to get straight to business. Vat are you asking for? I owe you a hell of a lot of favors." "I need a sniper rifle, .50 caliber," Emily stated quickly. Yuri visibly winced before he began laughing his ass off. "A .50 caliber? Dis I cannot do. There is no vay I could smuggle such eyebrow raising equipment into the states," Yuri explained although he wished he could fulfill such a request, "These American presidents get very jumpy when something can reach out and touch their president from a mile and a half avay." Emily frowned at the news. That was unfortunate, but not quite unexpected. "What do you have to offer that is on hand then? I need immediate supplies," Emily elaborates as she leaned in. Yuri waved for her to follow him and follow she did. He took her on a tour of his massive arms facility he had on the ship. A few bribes to the right coast guard officials and he managed to get his supplies in. Emily didn't know exactly how he did it but Yuri always seemed to manage. She picked out several pieces of equipment and was decided on how she was going to conduct this mission. "I want 50kg of your home made explosives, a Dragunov sniper rifle with two magazines full of ammunition, an AK-47 with three magazines, and one of your PKMs. Do your debts to me cover those expenses?" Emily asked raising an eyebrow. It was a large order so she didn't know how it would be interpreted. "It sounds like you intend to take dis president of Capitalism down yourself," Yuri said shaking his head at the order, "If it vas anyone else I vould say no. But for you I vill accommodate. It vill put me in a tough spot vith my customers but I owe you. Vee vill load it into your trunk. Don't go getting pulled over now. That vould be bad for business..." Emily nodded happily as she gave Yuri a kiss on the cheek. "Consider us even then," Emily giggled as she returned to her car. She sat down in the drivers seat as she heard the heavy objects being dropped into the back. It wasn't long before she was all packed up and ready to be on her way. Just before she pulled out Yuri tapped on her window. "Here is little something I vant you to have," Yuri handed her a nice Soviet era Makarov PM. Yuri wasn't sure she would even accept it. Knowing her agent ways she would probably chuck it out the window on the way out of the parking lot. Surprisingly Emily's nose crinkled as she let flash that rare smile. She sat up and reach her head out of the window grabbing Yuri and kissing him deeply. Yuri found this kiss strangely cold yet satisfying. It was then that he realized something serious had changed. Before he could ask anything she was gone her car rumbling away from the docks leaving him dumbfounded and with a silly grin on his face. "Oh I vill keep any eye on you Miss Vatts," Yuri said rubbing his lips to find that red lipstick all over them. Checking her GPS transmitter it appeared that the Kindred had officially stopped for the evening. Daylight would be breaking in a few hours. That would give Emily enough time to return to her safe house and slap together some improvised explosive devices. If she was lucky those would be enough to kill the Ventrue. Emily was fully aware of her luck though. Because of that horrible luck Emily decided to go ahead and plant explosives in the stocks of all her weapons. Most were hollow already making it easy to fill them with home made explosives and a primer on a transmitter. Such things were simple enough to make given the right tools. She just took apart a garage door opened and placed those signal receivers in the explosive. Then she could use a simple garage door opening remote to trigger all the different explosives. Emily found that she had a bit of surplus explosives left over after all was said and done. Enough to make a last resort bomb. This one would ensure mission accomplishment even at the cost of her own life. Emily rigged it together and could begin to see that small glow stinging her flesh. She closed off the windows and crawled into bed. Tomorrow night her mission would kick off. Emily awoke just as the last light of dawn receded. She jumped to her feet and suited up. Tonight it was her covert combat outfit. Black beanie, black long sleeved leather turtle neck, black loose fitting pants with passing along the shins, and a pair of black combat boots with switchblade toe knives. She holstered the Makarov PM that Yuri had given her making it fit to her back. She doubted she would use it, but just in case. Everything else was already in the car, so Emily grabbed the duffel bag of explosives and her laptop and headed off to the parking garage. Sitting down in her car she flicked on her laptop and set it in the passenger seat. It fired up and revealed that the GPS tracker she had placed on Cortez's vehicle was still parked well outside of New York City, deep in the forests to the north. Emily smirked, maybe he only had one vehicle and she could set up a nice path. It wasn't long before Emily's Honda was rumbling out of the city. An hour more and she smiled at her laptop. The vehicle still hadn't moved. Emily drove down a lonely bumpy dirt road that led deep into the forests. This Ventrue lived remotely indeed. From all appearances this was the only route in and out of his estate. Perfect for an ambush. Emily traveled down the road quite a way until she was at least deep enough in the forest that there would be no Kine freaking out over some loud explosions. Emily pulled off the road when she found an opportunity and drove her care well away from the highway. She had the feeling that eyes were on her the entire time which made her nervous. Chalking it up to hallucinations she went to work covering her vehicles tracks. Once that was all said and done she busted out the shovel and dug a nice whole in the middle of the road and dropped one of her improvised explosive devices into it. The device featured a directional charge designed to fire into the engine killing the vehicle. A secondary improvised explosive device was set up to where the driver would be sitting to splatter him with shrapnel. She filled in the holes and proceeded to conceal their presence as best she could. She had lined it up perfectly with a marked tree so she could detonate it at the perfect time. Then she began setting up her firing positions. The first one was the long range Dragunov nest. A little tree stand set up to provide her with clear line of sight to the target so she could detonate the explosive and shut down the vehicle. Once the sniper's nest was set up about one hundred meters away from the road she moved another fifty meters to another position. Here she staged the AK-47 and the spare magazines. Once that was staged she set up another position fifty meters deeper into the forest from that. Here she set up a solid firing platform for the PKM machine gun. It had clear line of sight to the AK-47's position and would allow her to rain death on anyone still pursuing. At the PKM position she staged her last ditch effort explosives. Better to succeed and go out with a bang then simply die a horrible death. All the paths that were chosen had clear line of sight to the one preceding it. She had chosen it specifically for that reason. It meant she wouldn't worry too much about them diving into the extremely forested side paths if one of the fuckers had Celerity. Once that was all set up Emily grabbed her laptop and returned to the sniper's nest and settled in for a long wait. She watched the tracker on her laptop wondering how long she would have to wait. She checked to ensure the garage door opener remote was ready. It indeed was. Emily only had to wait for about an hour before the tracker started moving. It tracked along the path she had her ambush set up on. Perfect. Everything was going according to plan. It wasn't long before she could hear the vehicle humming along. Emily channeled Auspex and obfustcate as she waited in her perch. She wouldn't be able to hold back anything in this fight. She watched as the vehicle approached the tree she had marked with an X. Once it crossed that tree she clicked the main button on the garage door opener. A massive explosion sent dust and debris into the air immediately followed by a secondary explosion. Emily sighted in her sniper rifle and waited for the dust to clear. It wasn't long before it did and she saw her target stumbling around. He was still stunned and it looked like he had taken a ton of shrapnel damage. Still it all looked superficial. Emily didn't let that bother her as she sighted in on his chest and squeezed the triggered. CRACK! The round traveled quickly sapping Cortez in the chest and dropping him to the ground. Emily tried to reacquire the target but he was on his feet faster than she could believe. Emily squeezed off a couple more rounds. As soon as she did the man blurred. If it wasn't for Auspex she would have never followed his movements. Celerity. The man was moving quickly to her position. She squeezed off round after round each on the mark, but the Kindred's speed allowed him to dodge each round. Swapping mags she fired off the next ten in quick succession predicting his movements. One of the rounds tore through his shoulder, but he was able to avoid the rest. In a matter of five seconds he had close the hundred meter gap and leaped up towards the sniper's nest. Emily anticipated this and grabbed the Dragunov by the barrel swinging it like a baseball bat. Cortez was airborne and unable to avoid it as the stock connected heavily with his face sending him flying off to the right of the nest and slamming into a tree. The rifle followed landing next to him. Emily jumped from the perch pressing the open button on the garage door opening remote. BOOM! Went the rifle sending kindling and shrapnel all over the forest. Before the Ventrue could even scramble to his feet Emily had closed the fifty meter gap to the AK-47 and dove into a roll grabbing the rifle and ending in a crouch facing him. He immediately used his celerity to begin closing that gap. Craaaack Craaack Craaack! Came the burst from the assault rifle. The bursts were very accurate and several rounds were scoring hits on Cortez. They didn't even seem to slow him down. Fucking fortitude Emily cursed mentally as she swapped mags several times emptying them in quick but accurate bursts. She only got half of the third magazine off before he was almost upon her. Emily flung the rifle at his face pressing the lock button on the garage door opener as she began sprinting off. The Malkavian could hear the blue blood curse as he scrambled out of the way. The rifle blew a few feet away from him knocking him off his feet. Fortitude still absorbed a majority of that damage, but it was taking its toll. Too many hits had already been scored. He knew he had to put this lunatic down. By the time he scrambled to his feet Emily had reached the PKM position. She racked the light machine gun and began laughing an insane hysterical laughter as she slammed the trigger down. "DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE!" Emily cried as she laughed into the forest. The Ventrue used celerity to the best of his abilities by the cyclic firing rate of the machine gun was a bitch. At least thirty rounds had slammed into him by the time he had made it to the insane whore who had ambushed him. Who the fuck was this bitch?! Here he had thought he would be stalking his new Torrie prey, but now he was in for the fight of his life. He reached the position ripping the machine gun from the woman's hand and slamming her in the chest with a powerful kick. She flew backwards but before she hit the deck she had pressed another button on a garage door opener? Oh fuck not again. The Ventrue tried to fling the weapon away but it blew before he could taking his arm all the way to the forearm. Emily was shocked to see the Kindred still standing and staring at her. Blood was pouring out of what seemed like hundreds of wounds on his body and he was missing half of a fucking arm! That fortitude... She should have known better than to take on an Ancilla. Then he was gone for a second reappearing in front of her prone form. He picked her up off the ground by her neck holding her out in front of him well out of the flailing reach of her arms. Emily pulled a knife out of her belt and jammed it into his forearm wrenching it back and forth. He didn't even flinch as he tightened his grip. Now he was the one who was laughing. "What are you?! A fledgling?! You have got to be fucking kidding me! Ambushed by a fledgling whore! well you have skills I will admit," The man laughed. Emily smiled causing him to frown. "Oh you ain't seen nothing yet!" Emily pressed her toes down activating the switch blades in her boots. Then she began kicking like a dying animal. The blades stabbed deep scoring at least two dozen hits before he roared slamming her into the ground and absolutely rocking her brain. Emily crawled around on the ground completely stunned from the powerful slam. She grunted in pain as she tried to crawl away. She felt her foot get grabbed just as her hands stumbled across that garage door opening remote. She chuckled as he lifted her by that foot. She kicked him in the shoulder with her free leg as she pressed the last button. Right when she clicked the button she was suddenly flying. He was running fast with celerity having anticipated another explosive. This one was much bigger though. They were still caught being flung hard. Emily felt a tree limb stab into her thigh as she impacted a tree with incredible force from the concussion of the blast. The Ventrue flew by her slamming into a separate tree. Emily struggled to get to her feet unable to hardly stand. "You stupid fucking bitch!" The man roared stomping up to her. Half his face was missing. He was completely soaked in blood and it looked like a hundred different pieces of shrapnel were lodged all over his body. He walked right up to her and slammed his only remaining hand into her side. It dug right through the skin reaching inside of her. Emily cried out in pain as she felt him grab hold of her insides and simply tear them out of her. A kidney, lung, and some intestines hung out of a gaping wound in her side. Emily roared in pain falling to the ground and writhing as she clutched that side. "Oh I am going to teach you the meaning of pain cunt!" The man growled pacing back and forth, "Actually, I don't have time for this. I will just twist your stupid little head off." And twist he did grabbing her by the head and twisting. She could feel her neck beginning to break. Then she started laughing uncontrollably. A smirk appeared on the Ventrue's face. "Oh? You find this amusing!" The man chuckled as he continued to twist with amazing stength. Perfect! Emily latched onto that emotion with level one Dementation. The man began laughing uncontrollable as the emotion was heightened to literally insane degrees. Emily fumbled around on the ground reaching behind her and unholstering that Makarov PM. She pressed the barrel to his stupid laughing head and squeezed the trigger. He felt to the ground motionless. She fell on top of him and pressed it back to his head and squeezed out the rest of the clip. With the clip expended she could feel the body under her dissolve into dust as the Ventrue met his final death. Emily laid there for a while hardly able to move. Thank Caine those organs he ripped out weren't vital anymore. Still, she wasn't going to make it far. Once again she felt the eyes on her. She started fading into the blackness. Through half open eyes she spied a familiar face. "Vhat the fuck vas that?!" The voice exclaimed. "Yuri?" Emily asked in a harsh whisper with only one lung left. "You are monster!" Yuri shouted leaning down. Emily began fading again. "I am sorry Yuri," Emily whispered. "Dis is okay," Yuri said through clenched teeth, "You should be dead girl. You are lucky I love you enough to put tracker in pretty pistol I give you. And love you enough to ignore vhatever the hell you have become. How do I help you vooman?" "Blood Yuri," Emily gasped frantically. "A fucking vampire then?" Yuri scoffed shaking his head, "I better not regret dis." She felt something press against her mouth. She clamped down with her fangs drinking deeply. She could feel her wounds receding as she continued to drink hardly able to stop herself. She felt a hard strike on the side of her head and then darkness... She would wake up two nights later in a dark room to find a pale Yuri staring at her. His face brightened when he watched her stir. "I vought you vould be dead," Yuri said, "But you heal so fast. And your appetite... I am barely alive here vooman..." His words were slow and sloppy. He would recover but damn he had given her everything he safely could. An empty box for doughnuts lay on the floor next to him. when he saw Emily staring at them he chuckled. "Dougnuts. Don't they give these dings to blood donors?" Yuri chuckled. Emily clutched her side to find it patched up. "I don't think the organs have regrown," Yuri explained, "But it looks like they are trying. Vill you live or... You know vhatever it is you do?" Emily nodded sitting up. "Thank you Yuri... I guess I owe you more than one hmm?" Emily laughed. It all was very quiet with only the use of one lung, but Yuri smiled anyways. "Oh how the table have turned," Yuri reflected. "Is this vhy you are no longer agent?" Emily nodded. She should have expected Yuri to have had a contact who has informed him of as much. "Let me heal up Yuri and I promise it will be the night of your life," Emily said with a smirk standing up slowly and sauntering over. Yuri shook his head. "I have seen some crazy things but vampires?! That is vhat you are right?" Yuri asked raising an eyebrow. Emily nodded slowly. "You can't tell anyone!" Emily exclaimed sitting down in his lap. She was still in a hell of a lot of pain, but she owed Yuri. Owed him her unlife... And a lot of blood. "Voo vould believe old retired KGB arms smuggler?" Yuri chuckled wrapping an arm around her sloppily, "I vill accept your offer, but maybe vhen we are both better? I don't think I have enough blood to get it up even." Emily chuckled at that surprised at his reaction to such a dark truth. She placed a kiss on his lips and stayed there in his arms for a while. It would be several days until she had mostly healed. The organs were still regrowing and it looked like the Ventrue had inflicted some supernatural damage to her ribs. The scar would take years to heal... Still she showed Yuri the time of his life when they were both better. Of course her master was pleased that the mission had been accomplished in a way. Then she was thoroughly punished for disobeying the original order, being thrown in the basement of his haven which was full of bugs and other filth. She was down there for months... Some reward for a job well done right? Well at least she had saved Cici... At the cost of all of her willpower, a few organs, and owing a debt to a Russian arms dealer... Not so bad right? |
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