Who: Poseidon and Daphne What: Poseidon goes for a visit, but his little nymph is nowhere to be found. When: Modern times Where: New York Warnings: TBD
There was some shaky ground that had been built between he and Daphne between meddling Olympians and their own growth of feelings. He'd played her like a violin, plucking strings he liked when he wanted and then discarding her when he was satisfied or let his own selfish needs come first. He'd not had a wife in this time, and in their last meeting they seemed to have reached a sort of bridge. It wasn't ground he hadn't covered before, but this little nymph had a hold on him even when he'd spent centuries forgetting about her.
Gifts and other pretty objects wouldn't do it anymore. The sea god was actually having to work for what he wanted instead of taking it and leaving. He showed up at her place pounding on the door heavily with the expectation that she would answer.
She didn't.
He banged on the door again growing quickly annoyed. His eyes narrowed as he put his ear to the door and listened, smelling the air and noticing an odor that was not her. He shoved the door open with his weight after a few kicks. He looked positively murderous.
She'd barely noticed what had happened. When she'd heard a noise she assumed it was Poseidon, but when she'd answered it had been four strong men who had put her hands behind her back and a blindfold over her eyes.
They'd shoved her in her room while she heard them tearing up her house and debating who would get the first taste. She knew they had picked the wrong place, specifically because she knew how to defend herself and she knew that, eventually, Poseidon would come.
She jumped as she heard a noise down stairs but kept quiet. She didn't want to push her luck.
The smell was positively foul, and he grew more aggressive the further he came into the apartment. The furniture was tossed around, broken, things strewn across the floor. By the rustlings up above it seemed the idiots were still there.
Kicking over a broken chair he let the ground shake against his feet causing the brutes to stop what they were doing. Earthquakes here? It was almost unheard of, though not entirely impossible.
She felt her bed shake and frowned before realizing Poseidon may have come. She knew very few who could cause this, and even less who would trouble over her. Deciding the burglars may be busy she scooted to the head of the bed to try and get the rope around her wrists off.
They all came down the stairs like clockwork looking around like the idiots they were to see where the rocking came from. They saw Poseidon standing there who gave them nothing more than a heavy glare and the grit of his teeth.
"Where's the girl?" he said in a heavy tongue, swallowing and approaching them as the ground continued to shake.
One of them seemed to realize the girl was of some importance to this stranger. Deciding to risk it he went up the stairs and before she could manage to get her hands undone she was dragged off the bed.
They held her by her shoulders and she felt something cold and metal under her chin. She could hear the men laugh, say how he'd back off and if he was lucky, they'd let him watch.
He laughed. Surely these brutes didn't think they were of any threat? Really, they hadn't a clue, which was the beauty of it. It meant hearing them scream like bunnies would be that much more enjoyable.
"By all means," he motioned his hands for one of them to come forward. "Which one of you screams the loudest?"
They looked at each other with a laugh of their own. This guy was crazy.
Behind her blindfold she rolled her eyes. It was him, as arrogant as ever. One day someone would push him, and she really didn't want to end up dead.
The one behind her pushed her up, putting the dagger to her skin. She felt a trickle of blood run down her neck as he told Poseidon to remain where he was, or the girl would die. Clearly this one had some intelligence.
There was a suppressed exhale of breath he released with a tight jaw. His lips pursed tightly with a forced grin. "Wrong move big guy," he spoke with a tight voice.
"What is it you want, because clearly you're not leaving here with her." The ground shuffled again as if groaning with his anger.
She felt the man tighten his grip on her arms, seemingly more at ease now he had a bargaining chip. He pressed the knife closer, commanding the stranger to back up and get on the ground. They would decide what to take and what to do, not him.
"You don't want to do that," he said with a gritty turn of his voice, taking two steps back. His jaw tightened again slipping to his knees where he let the floorboards rip once he touched the ground. It was louder this time, the walls and what was left of her decor shaking violently at Poseidon's command.
She felt the one behind her stumble and she pushed back, getting him to release her. She let out a pained groan as she fell to the floor before kicking out at her assailant's leg.
As they stumbled she made her way to Poseidon, giving him a look before offering her tied hands. She wouldn't just sit there like a lumpf of potatoes.
"What the fuck!" one of them rolled out.
Poseidon stood against the trembling ground with ease, standing back on his feet. His legs backed up behind Daphne acting as a wall as he released her bound wrists. He watched the others scramble to get their balance. He'd ask her later if she was okay, first he has to dispose of these idiots.
Once her wrists were undone she unbound her feet and yanked the blindfold off. Without waiting she jumped up and grabbed her bow, aiming an arrow at the one she assumed to be the leader. "Idiots!" She was fuming. She wasn't the type to just lay back and let Poseidon do all the rescuing.
She had fire. It's what he liked about her. "Don't worry, sugar. I'll save you one," he gave her a half-cocked grin and a laugh as he stalled forward to one of them who was still writhing on the floor to stand.
He grabbed the man's face, squeezing his cheeks until the skin was red and puffed. He gave a teasing click of his tongue, swaying the man's head from side to side as he crouched down. "She won't be lienent. But I, I will make you beg for mommy. I'll rip your spine through your throat." His eyes flashed with a grin. He let the man go, patting his cheeks gingerly. "Go on, I'll give you a head start."
The floorboards started to settle and the man jumped to stand making a beline for the door as Poseidon had said. Hegot all the way outside where Poseidon followed and a blood curdling scream echoed before the tall, dark sea god returned.
"Whose next?"
She kept the bow trained on the others while he dealt with the first man. When one of them started to run, she quickly took them down by shooting them through the knee. "I don't miss." While the one she shot went down she trained the bow on the leader.
When Poseidon returned the glanced to him, "I think he wanted to be the first to, as he said, take me for a ride." She set her eyes on the leader, "and he cut me, so I figure you owe him one."
Poseidon gave an appeased smile. A dangerous smile. His hand clenched the man's shoulder. "Look at her," he said while the man kept his head down, staring only at Daphne's feet and away from the arrow she kept poised toward him. Poseidon's grip tightened on his shoulder, like an iron grip. His hand moved to the base of his neck where he latched on again forcing the man to look up.
"I said look at her!" His demand was quick, but he was not smiling anymore. Without another second he held that man's head between his arms snapping his neck with one loud crack, the body dropping limp to the floor.
She hardly blinked when the body dropped, lowering her bow and taking a spear in hand. Quickly she dealt with the last one before letting out a long sigh. Then she moved to him and wrapped her arms around him. "You have a really good habit of having perfect timing." She would deal with her wound in a moment. For now she just needed a bit of comfort, and she knew how much he could give her.
"It's a gift," he said with an arrogant sneer. He was quick to check her, a thumb brushing against her face wiping away the blood that had perched on that snow white cheek. There was something incredibly sexy when she had blood in her hair.
She smiled at him, "keep it well honed. I don't appreciate being handled like they did, and my policy on letting anyone tie me up is reserved to you." She reached up and kissed him, setting a hand on his cheek. He didn't need to say what she knew he felt for her. "I need to get patched up." She glanced to the bodies, "Deal with this?"