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23 - “Retribution Part 1: Lure” Originally Written: April 2nd, 2000 November 20th, 2000 Her bare, silken arms were seized above her head, as she struggled with all her passion against her captor. Yet she couldn’t move, she was pinned by her attacker’s powerful hands. Her legs and feet were useless to her, held down by his tremendous weight. Eyes of a wondrous chocolate shade welled up with tears, as she directed her agonized gaze to her captor’s shadowed features. His face was dark and obscure in the absence of light, yet his deep onyx eyes stood out, penetrating to her very ethereal essence, where her most heartfelt emotions now lay uncovered to his sight. Elisa Maza was trapped, unable to escape from a torture that would bring any human to their utmost breaking point. “Stop!! Stop it, please!!” she cried in a quivering utterance, touched with the outset of her emerging panic, yet went unanswered. She choked back her sobs and tried to squirm from his entrapment of her smaller body, but failed miserably. She again felt his touch on her delicate skin, an embrace of sheer electricity, inflaming her senses and wreaking havoc with her sensitive nerve endings, moving down her bare stomach. She followed his tail as it twitched and continued caressing her side, just above the waist. She couldn’t take it anymore, her captor had won. He had at last broken her spirit. “Okay, okay!! I give up. Knock it off, Goliath!!” Elisa’s exhilarating laughter finally subsided as she watched her husband lean forward and tenderly touch his lips upon her heated flesh. She quickly rolled on top and captured his tail in her slender hand before it could escape her grasp. “Whew, you know, this thing should be registered as a deadly weapon.” she chuckled, as the tail suddenly revived in her clutches and slipped down her side again. “Oh no, I don’t think so.” Elisa whirled around and snatched the lavender appendage before glaring to Goliath and giving him barely a sight of her malicious grin. He raised his brow and gasped as she tightened her grip. “OUCH!!!” Goliath yelped and jumped up, knocking Elisa back to the softened snare of the bed. He stood to his full height and turned to face her. She was too busy laughing to notice his approach. However, Elisa would at last discover the large shadow cast by her husband and instantly ceased her laughing, slowly traveling along the breadth of his muscular frame, ultimately reaching his eyes, glowing an ivory ember. She sunk back slightly, now perhaps thinking she might have gone too far. “I love you?” she whispered, trying desperately to sweet-talk her way out of an impending tickle, but knew by Goliath’s evil smile, that she was on the verge of the ultimate torment he could ever give to her. His massive form enshrouded above her as if a lavender storm front gathering within the sky, with strikes of lightning taking form as enormous taloned hands, just inches away from her bronze skin. “WHHAAAAAAAAA!!!” A howling wail exploded from the small room adjoining the couple’s, saving Elisa from her husband’s roaming hands. Little Trinity had effectively made herself known in the unique language only a newborn could comprehend, and yet, her parents completely understood. Goliath and Elisa clicked knowing looks to each other and smiled. It seemed that Trinity would interrupt her parents just at the worst moments, and now having been awakened by her father’s cry, she screamed with all the power her tiny lungs could bring forth, desperate for attention. Elisa slipped from underneath her husband and quickly entered the small room. Peering into the crib, she spotted the small child within the mounds of blankets and toys. Her large eyes staring intently to her mother and she flailed her limbs, attempting to reach for her mother’s drifting raven locks, almost flowing within range of her diminutive hands. “Did we wake you, my angel?” Elisa whispered as she picked the child from the crib and cradled her close. Goliath came up behind her and wrapped his arms around them both, capturing his family within the velvet folds of dark indigo wings. His dark gaze observed closely Elisa’s soothing touch, calming their child, and soon Trinity closed her eyes and fell back asleep. “You shouldn’t be so loud, Goliath.” Elisa jokingly chided the large gargoyle as she lowered the baby into the wooden crib. She stood up only to feel the rush of Goliath’s hot breath on her neck, released in a sardonic sigh, and she pushed herself deeper into his stead, giggling out of earshot. **************************************** Decrepit were the walls of this new found domain, as the sorrowful lantern’s light gave birth to every flaw and crevice of the deteriorating plywood. The large office was sparsely furnished, with only a desk and chair to distinguish it’s actual purpose. A door creaked open with a deathly lament, and in staggered slowly, a lone figure. A clatter of talons and the clicking of a cane upon the peeling linoleum, the gnarled sound of a pronounced limp in the figure’s wretched stride. He hobbled his way to the desk, and with great difficulty and pain, slumped into the chair’s offering of leather comfort. A drawer opened with a tug of talons and he pulled forth three envelopes, each with a different name adorning the front. Dark eyes of scarlet scanned the paper containers, and he wet his lips with a lecherous tongue. Blooming from his ruminating gaze, the blood red glow grew even stronger as his thoughts converged on a single premise. A gruesome excitement swelled in intensity as he leaned back in the overstuffed chair, baring his teeth in a smile that would scare off even Satan himself. “Three envelopes...for three beautiful women.” he rasped in a voice as if spitting fire, “but only one of whom will become my mate, and bear my children.” **************************************** November 21st, 2000 Delilah excitedly snatched the envelope from Maggie’s hand, before the mutate even had the time to react to her presence. It had arrived in the daily shipment of mail to the Labyrinth and was addressed solely to her. The others of the under dwellers were curious of who would be sending the young clone mail, but respectively left her to her privacy. Delilah slammed her door shut and flopped down into her lounge chair, a favorite place to read for hours on end. Ripping open the envelope, she pulled out a letter and noticed a silver chain clatter to the floor. She pulled the chain from the ground in her slender hands and examined it closer with wide eyes. It was a thin silver necklace, with a small symbol hanging from the front. She instantly recognized it, as that emblem had haunted her daydreams and remained within her thoughts since so many months ago. It was a perfect copy of a symbol tattooed on Shadow’s chest. Smiling from ear to ear, she unfolded the message and noticed the cursive script, suiting the dark warrior perfectly. She skimmed the passage and jumped to her feet, breathing heavily and barely containing her excitement. “He wants to meet with me tomorrow night...but he said...oh who cares, he wants to see me! Alone!!” **************************************** Destine Manor was shrouded in darkness and it’s owner, preferring the Cimmerian surroundings, had taken to the peace offered by the night, where she could hide away from what a millennia of bloodshed had torn upon her tortured soul. Her corporation was taking its toll, requiring of her more and more hours to spend within the confines of Nightstone Unlimited’s towering prominence of steel. And with the recent theft more than two weeks ago, the resources at her disposal had almost been exhausted, with the daunting task of locating this new gargoyle, a gargoyle brazen enough to kill one of her employees and steal a powerful computer chip and a deadly toxin, but her search had turned up nothing. She had entered the sanctuary of her mansion just before dusk, and immediately took to her bath, attempting to drown her aches and pains with a strawberry soap solution. Retreating to her couch and the book that had so captivated her the past week, a welcome escape from the turmoil of her job and life, she didn’t bother to check her mail, dumped in a haphazard pile on her coffee table. Her eyes drifted to the heap, and she sighed, knowing most of the white envelopes were presumably bills. But one stood out from the rest, a pale lavender, an exact resemblance to her daughter and ex-mate’s skin color. She slipped the envelope from the pile and dragged a single talon across the top, releasing a letter and something else, a thin square wrapped in a dark green cover, falling into her opened palm. Her favorite dessert, a chocolate covered confection, that she often shared with her daughter. “Angela wants to meet with me...” she whispered quietly upon peering at the letter, nibbling away at the sweetened fete. **************************************** A bright crimson-red disappeared under a concealment of denim material as Elisa pulled her jeans on over her lace-detailed bikini panties, a favored gift from Goliath, and let out a triumphant laugh. After three weeks of self imposed torture, she had finally fit into her jeans after giving birth to Trinity barely a month ago. She and Fox were spending several hours a day in the gym, as the former television star was helping Elisa get back into shape. And it seems it was paying off faster than she had ever hoped. She was ultimately lured from her mirror, and the image of her past figure drawn back to life, by a brisk knock on her doors. Upon opening, her eyes met those of Owen Burnett’s, standing in his usual rigid mannerism before her. “I hate to interrupt, detective, but the mail arrived some hours ago and this is addressed to you.” He handed her a lone envelope and simply walked away. The envelope held in her slender hands was a gentle rose blush with her name on the surface in a very familiar handwritten scrawl. Inside the envelope and the white folded paper, she found a dried rose, but it’s scent was as strong as ever, as she held it to her nose, and enjoyed the saccharine scent. Her smile grew even larger on ruby lips as she read the letter out loud to herself, “To my dear Elisa, I want to meet with you tomorrow night. Our first night out after having our child. I have arranged for a baby-sitter, so do not worry. And this is a surprise. Do not mention it to anyone, even me. I will see you tomorrow night, at the address written on the back of the envelope. I shall be waiting for you...” **************************************** The next night, the clouds had finally released their burden of frozen rain, and covered the city with a blanket of light snow. This blustery night had officially signaled the onset of Winter, and the white haze falling from the heavens reinforced it’s domination over the humans caught in it’s icy grip. It was a cold night, a night for those who reveled the darkness, who felt safe in the frigid embrace of the year’s most unforgiving season. A mansion of the elder days of old New York, remained alone on a far street, away from the bustle of the city, yet it’s enfeebled walls still holding back the icy winds. The third floor, where a figure studied the dying flakes of snow rampaging against the windows and melting away to oblivion. He smiled as the hands on his clock struck the intended hour, it was almost time. Through the endless swirling of the crystalline eddy, he caught sight of a pair of headlights breaking through the darkness. A car was approaching, it’s bright red paint barely visible through the drifts of snow, yet the large figure recognized this particular automobile. He watched it pull up to the curb, and a small occupant emerge from the driver’s side door. The figure melted back into the shadows of the darkened building and waited for his visitor. “This had better be good, Big Guy.” Elisa chuffed through her scarf as she ran to the protective cover just in front of the large Victorian double doors. She reached for the door knob, and not surprisingly, it opened. She stepped through, kicking the snow from her boots and shook her head, releasing the luxurious wafts of raven from the clumps of snow. She studied her surroundings the best she could, in the unlit void of the manor, deserted and emptied out of it’s furnishings. Yet something caught her eye, a flicker to the side directed her gaze to a small cluster of candles, forming a trail up the metal cast steps of the spiraled staircase. She slowly ascended the stairs, knowing a certain someone was awaiting her presence above. As she reached the top, the glowing pathway of ignited flame led into a doorway at the far end of the hall. She followed and peered within, empty, apart from a single candle near a tall window. She quietly crept inside and approached the lone flame, burning softly in the emptiness around her. Holding her bare hands to the tiny flicker of light, she warmed her skin, and perhaps expected her admirer to show himself at last. And with a sudden movement behind her, possibly that time was now. “Goliath? Is that you?” “Elisa?” her own voice answered back. A winged shadow moved into the pale light, and Elisa’s eyebrows raised at the sight. “Delilah?! What are you doing here?” “I was going to ask you the same thing.” the clone answered, moving near her mother. “I was invited here by Goliath.” “And I was invited here by Shadow.” “And I was invited here by my daughter...” A new player in the conversation replied from the direction of the window. The two women turned to see Demona stepping through the opened pane. “And now I find the two of you here.” “Demona? What’s going on?” Elisa asked, becoming even more confused. “I believe I can answer that...” From the shadows and just outside the reach of the candle’s weak dominion, the three females whirled around to locate the source of the low baritone rasp. “Goliath?” Elisa hesitantly asked the shape looming before her. “No.” The room erupted in a flash of light as the entire floor became energized, catching the three women in a field of electricity. It coursed through their bodies, engulfing them in a pain that spread to every inch of their bones and reached to their very core. They plunged to the floor and lost consciousness. The large figure threatened upon the fallen protectors’ limp forms, and smiled. **************************************** A veil of ebon dread, thin as a spider’s satin web, yet dark enough to cast out all light, had covered Elisa as she slept, her unconscious mind trying gravely to force her awake. She was locked within her dreams, about Goliath, about her friends, her family, her daughters... “Elisa?” Her own voice called to her, a desperate plea being scattered in the walls of her mind. “Elisa?!” The detective stirred and slowly opened her eyes, and gazed into what she thought was a mirror. “Oh, Elisa,” Delilah sighed, finally allowing herself to smile as her mother struggled to awaken, “thank god.” Elisa groggily looked around her and noticed vertical steel bars coming into sharp focus in front of her. Beside her, she turned to the young clone, staring at her with wide eyes, her slender copper hands clamped tight to the bars separating them. They were trapped in what seemed to be a massive cage, ensnaring them in a cell of unforgiving iron. “Where...where are we?” “In some kind of jail. We were hit with that charge of electricity and passed out. I woke up a few minutes ago to find myself here.” “Where’s Demona?” Elisa continued, surprised at her concern for the woman who had tried on numerous occasions to take her life. “RRRRAAAAAUUUUUUGGGHH!!!” The immortal’s scream roared through the room as she tried to rip the bars from their foundation. Her eyes glowing with an infuriated wrath, she wailed away at the steel with her bare claws. “LET ME OUT!!! LET ME OOOUUUUTT!!!” Demona stood in the center of her cage and clenched her fists, her breath ragged and her entire body trembling with fury. “It’s all right,” Delilah faced the gargoyle and tried to reassure her, “we’ll get out of here.” Demona raced towards the bars and bored into Delilah’s large brown eyes with her own dark gaze. “Do not presume to tell me how to feel, clone! I will get out of here on my own. Without your help.” “Calm down, Demona.” Elisa defended her adopted daughter. “She had nothing to do with this and doesn’t deserve that tone of yours.” “Fine. I am...sorry, Delilah.” Demona chuffed as she turned away, and filled her attention by studying the room they were in. A large chamber, with the windows painted over with black veneer, barely allowing the moonlight to flow through, and thus softly lit. The plywood walls were concealed behind a deep red silk fabric, hanging from the walls and disguising the wear suffered through age and overuse. She was not impressed, especially to be so easily captured and contained. “I swear the one responsible for this will pay dearly.” “The only question is, who did this?” “That would be me.” A whisper flowed upon the stale air, emerging from the other side of the room. A large chair turned slowly and revealed the occupant. “Oh my god...” Elisa rasped, her breath trembling with alarm, “Thailog.” Delilah immediately recoiled in absolute terror, scrambling to the back of her cage and hiding herself away from Goliath’s clone with her wings, mumbling sobbed pleas beneath her breath. “Yes, my dear, sweet detective Maza. It’s me.” Thailog turned his chair slightly to face Demona. “It’s good to see you too...nightangel.” His response was met by a scream as Demona lunged at the bars before her in a thundering rage. “I WILL GUT YOU FOR THIS, BASTARD!!!” “I think not.” He rose shakily from his seat and grabbed the cane beside him. He limped over to the cages and stood in full view of the captured threesome. His dark cerulean hide was burned away with large seared patches of dead skin covering more than half of his mangled body. His wings hung limply behind his back, utterly useless and the remaining membranes dangling in tattered shreds. His eyes of crimson carnage stared at the women before him. “I was the one who sent those letters to you, for I needed to bring you here...to me.” He watched with amusement as Demona lunged for him through the bars, yet stopped short inches away from his neck, unable to reach any further. He moved on to Delilah, who was huddling near the back of her cage, encased in the protective cocoon of her wings, unwilling to even brave a glimpse at her former master. Finally, he moved to the last cage, with Elisa locking her gaze with his. “You are as beautiful as I remember,” he beguiled her in her husband’s voice, “no wonder my father is smitten with you.” “Why are we here?” Elisa hissed through clenched teeth. “It’s simple, my lady. One of you will have the esteem honor...of becoming my mate.” Elisa stepped back in morbid shock as Demona started to laugh. “You actually think I would come crawling back to you?” the immortal fumed. “I have already made my choice. And you are not it.” His eyes caught Delilah once more. “My...failed experiment. I thought she would be a pinnacle of genetic engineering. A perfect being created from two of this planet’s most strong and willful women, but she failed to meet my standards. She was less than the sum of her parts, as it were. She’s an abomination, and not fit to even be granted the precious gift of life.” He eventually stepped closer to Elisa’s cage, roving his lascivious eyes upon her slender frame and swallowing hard, causing a sickening dread to grow in the detective’s midsection. “You, Elisa Maza, will be my mate. You will be by my side for the rest of your life.” Elisa sneered and slowly walked back. “I will never be your mate, you son of a bitch.” “I’m afraid you have no choice.” He punched in a sequence of numbers on a small keypad on the secluded side of the cell walls. The door to Elisa’s cell opened, and Thailog stepped in. Elisa backed to the far wall, her mind racing for a solution. This behemoth coming toward her possessed Goliath’s strength and speed, but his body had been damaged by the fire that she had thought had claimed his life almost four years ago. She let loose a spin kick, aiming for his head. But the clone was prepared, having studied her moves before. He effortlessly caught her foot and threw her to the ground. In an instant, Thailog was upon her, pulling a syringe from his loincloth. He plunged the needle into her neck and emptied it’s yellowish contents into her blood system. Elisa felt the world slip away and was engulfed in a hazy gray. “This should stifle some of that defiant attitude.” he spit into her ear, while picking up her motionless form. Delilah ran to the side of the cage but could do nothing as Thailog walked from her grasp with Elisa in his arms. He hobbled to the far side of the large chamber, and dumped the human on a massive bed. She moaned softly and opened her heavy eyes, her vision blurring and distorting her view of a hideous gaze, eating into her soul. “...no...” She tried with all her might to move but his large hands held her firmly in place. “You should be happy, Elisa. You have been chosen. I never saw you as a mate until I discovered the fact you were able to conceive a child with my father. You will now carry my seed within you. You will bare me children, those who will carry on after me when I am gone. Nature will succeed where science and cloning have faltered. I can raise our children from the moment of their birth, and mold them throughout their childhood, extinguishing any rebellious feelings they might have, like that traitorous bitch, Delilah. Our children, born from human and gargoyle, will possess the best attributes of both, a gargoyle’s strength, wings and stamina, yet the human’s ability to defy the sun. They will serve my needs and heed my very wishes.” Thailog peered over his shoulder to the cages where Demona and Delilah were being held, staring on with helpless eyes. “Of course, I will need to eliminate those two. They may cause problems in the future. Delilah can be disposed of easily enough, but Demona will require some thought. Perhaps I can use MacBeth and that magical link of theirs. Or, she will just have to rot in that cell for the rest of time.” Elisa squirmed underneath him as his thoughts were turned back to the human on the bed. He smiled at her defiant attitude, admiring her vigor and stamina, and filling his libidinous thoughts with lust. “You will be mine for the rest of your life, Elisa Maza, and there’s nothing anybody can do about it.” To be continued... |
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