fathercaleb (fathercaleb) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-08-26 19:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | caleb, colleen, faith lehane, shannon |
Who: Caleb and Colleen. Later Shannon and idk who else yet.
What: High on his triumph with Lissa, he's going to handle his little harlot slayer C by himself.
Where: In the wilderness outside of the prison grounds.
When: tonight
Warnings: Death, gore, Caleb being Caleb, extreme angst. Mine and Jenna's tears? Idk.
The prison was worked up something wonderful. Dick Roman and his rag tag gang of minions had them scared and pissed off. Caleb found them prime for the picking, so he turned up his own special brand of friendship. Once the Dragomir girl had submitted to what she deserved, he felt powerful again. It wouldn't take much more to give him what he needed to cross back over. He would be rewarded for delivering the filthy whores to Hell where they deserved to burn.
Sure, the vampire queen hadn't died, but she was only a couple visits away from doing the deed herself. His others were beginning to succumb to their own torment. Caleb visited their dreams and took power from their fear as he made them dance to his own tune. Once he was done with Colleen, he'd make them beg to be next. It would be the only way to keep him out of their minds. They belonged to him and when he was done with them, they would belong to Lucifer. God would not accept their tainted souls.
Colleen. Sweet beautiful whore of a girl was ready. Caleb felt it in her dreams the night before. The fight was out of this one. She wanted it over, and he had a new trick up his sleeve. If it worked, he wouldn't have to just watch her give in and accept her one way ticket to hell. No, he'd be able to send her there personally.
She was so tired that he was able to catch her in her nap. Had they not noticed her energy being drained? Her spirit being subconsciously beaten out of her? This one was his, and he was going to enjoy watching the blood drip out of her skanky skin. "Hello, little bitch. You look tired. Not sleeping well?"
Normally, before she began to give up the will to live, to fight, she would taunt him. Always a quip from this one. Now she just looked up at him with those tired sad eyes. The fire was gone, and soon she would be cold as death.
"I'm going to give you the chance to end this on your terms. It's a one time offer, and if you decline it, you'll feel the true power of my wrath."
His hands wrapped tightly around her neck as he slammed her into a wall before pushing her face first into a tub of water. It was a dream, but it would feel real to her. He left her there kicking and struggling until it was just about time for her to pass out. Pulling her up, he smiled at the gasps she let out. Nails digging into his skin as he refused to let her go. "Over and over, Colleen. This is just the beginning. Take your mercy while you can."
She was slammed down into the tub again, forced to struggle in the ice cold water until he pulled her back at the last moment again. "The zombies are your only way out. Your terms or mine."
Throwing her down, he leered at her coldly as she stayed on the floor, wet, shaking and gasping for air. She looked so small. So fragile. So unlike the slayer she was supposed to be.
If she came out like he ordered her to, he had a surprise for her. If she declined, then he would make her regret it.
Either way? Caleb wins.