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Tweak says, "Surrender to me"

Lord Vaako (lord_vaako) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-28 15:55:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 17, lestat de lioncourt, lord vaako, richard riddick, yvaine

Who: Vaako, Yvaine, Lestat, Edward, Riddick (Posting order?)
Where: Art Gallery
When: Afternoon
What: Come on and rescue me! /Aretha Franklin
Rating: R to NC-17 for sexuality and violence
Status: Complete

The man who had once been the First Commander of the most powerful and devastating army in the history of his universe, Lord Cylus Vaako, was barely holding onto consciousness. He could barely hold his own body up, even propped up as he was against the wall. He had a very dim view of his surroundings, but found that he was barely able to keep his eyelids open. His head hurt. That was odd enough in and of itself, given what he was. Necromongers barely feel pain.

He'd never felt anything like this, actually. Or not in so many years that he could barely remember what pain felt like. But then, in all the years that he'd been a Necromonger, he'd never allowed himself to go this long without the Purification. It was wearing off, that must be why he was feeling this. Damn it. It really wasn't all that convienant. Why now? He could have done without the splitting headache.

Of course, blood loss could have been a major part of it, too. The vampire Lestat had most definately not been keeping his hands to himself, nor his teeth. That was a good part of the weakness that the Necromonger felt, he was certain. Each and every time Lestat came to him, Vaako was convinced that somehow, this time, he was going to fend him off. And, predictibly, each and every time he failed, the vampire took what he wanted, and left him weaker than before.

Even worse, really, than the horribly intimacy of the vampire's touch, was the fact that he couldn't stop him from doing that, or taking any number of liberties with his body. There was a girl here, too, somewhere. He hadn't been able to talk to her. He didn't know what condition she was in. He couldn't, in fact, concentrate on very much at all. Really, it was all he could do to hold on to the semi-consciousness state he was in.

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lord_vaako
2008-10-09 09:39 pm UTC (link)

Hazel eyes widened, and the dark-haired Necromonger felt relief fill him. He was weak, so weak, but there was someone else here. "Yes, I'm here... who are you?" He spoke very softly, not above a whisper, but he knew that was pointless when he heard the whooshing of the dancing above his head. Fear gripped him, though he tried to fight it down.

Of course, that was nothing to how he felt when the vampire swooped down. And what was really irritating was that he couldn't stop himself from being bodily picked up and moved, nor chained up again. Now that he was closer, though, he could easily see the small woman chained to the wall beside him. Since words were the only weapon he had at his disposal, he used them. "Greetings, Lady Yvaine, I am the High Commander Lord Vaako of the..." he cut himself off. It didn't seem quite right to call himself a Necromonger anymore, somehow. "Vaako will do. It's a pleasure to meet you, despite the poor circumstances."

But there was no time for more talk. He was being stripped out of his armor, the armor that had protected him for so long, and it was just being taken away. He gritted his teeth, wishing there was some way he could stop this, but there wasn't. The singing, well, that just made it seem so much worse, really. Soon, he was in his black and silver tunic and black leggings. That wasn't the end of it...

Hang in there Cylus. I will find you. And he will pay. The thought echoed in his head, but it wasn't his thought, it was the dark, deep voice of the Furyan he had fallen in love with. At the same time, a wave of pain washed over him, seemingly centered on his chest. It quickly passed, but by the time it had, Lestat had already gone further. He made his mind a blank quickly, hoping the vampire was distracted. Sometimes, it had seemed like the Lord Marshal could read thoughts, and maybe he could. Vaako had gotten quite good at hiding his thoughts from him, he could only hope that it worked with the vampire.

He quickly had other things on his mind. His chest, which had been burning with pain only a short time ago, was now stinging with a completely different kind of pain. Blood dripped down his chest, but he looked at Yvaine and shook his head, meaning to say that he didn't hold her to blame for what had happened, no matter what Lestat said.

It got worse. The teeth sunk into his neck, the hand went down his pants, and all sense of Riddick vanished. He loathed the touch of that cold, dead hand, and yet, his treacherous body responded. His climax, when it came, was just as inevitable as all the rest of this. Hazel eyes dropped down, and he wondered if the vampire would be merciful for once, and just end his life.

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