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Moon Slave...[In More Than One Way]

Her wiggling pulled a soft moan from his lips, his eyes closing as her desire and need washed over him through their mental connection. He was needy as well, and she would be able to tell from his length against her. "I will give you everything you need." He whispered into her ear, before kissing down to her neck, biting lightly as his hands picked her hips up, moving her back down as he slid into her, moaning out from the friction of it. "Oh, you are amazing..." He moaned out.
 
Inside, she burned and felt the burn reaching out to her skin as she moaned from the attention he placed to her throat and the words he spoke. Just want she needed. She needed anything he could give her, anything at all to ease the ache she bore for him. His hands on her hips made her pulse rocket as he slid deep within her body, causing her to cry out softly at the completeness she felt. She groaned softly as he filled her slick heat and moaned himself, making her blood boil. His whispered words made her body heat further as she rocked her hips slightly, wanting more of him.

"Ah...Alex.."

She moaned out softly as she attempted to break her bindings, knowing that it wouldn't work anyways. She was riled up enough to try, even with that knowledge, but patient enough to take whatever he would give.​
 
It had been many years since their wedding day. They became great rulers, leading both the Lycan and Vampire Councils. They had a son that went into the council. But what was going to happen could shake the foundation of the alliance of the Vampires and Lycans, and destroy them both.

It had been 200 years. 200 years of peace and work. They had been able to figure out a lot of things, like how to increase their fertility rates. But the most recent breakthrough was the finding of splicing the genes of a Vampire and Lycan completely together, making a hybrid. A lot of what would happen was theory, so Alexander had allowed a controlled birthing of a single Hybrid, making sure it stayed in control of his own mind and powers, and stayed alive long enough to be useful. So the experiments had started on X - aka, Raziel.

He had practically been living in a tube, a large enough tube that kept him in a sleep, though they would awaken him, transferring memories of what he could do, like speaking and normal functions, while he was asleep. They also infused their customs and common practices, like not letting one's instincts overtake them. It was one of these days that he was floating in the large tube, filled with the blue fluids, that things went terribly wrong.

There was a flashing light on the monitor that was empty. All of the scientists were either at another spot or were looking over numerous large screen around the room. But had someone noticed that light, they would have been able to prevent the following events.

Raziel's eyes opened, and he looked around the room slowly through a blue tint from the fluids. He closed his eyes for a moment before his hand shot out, breaking the glass with a swift movement. The rushing fluid pulled him out of the tube, some of the wires connected to him snapping. He let out a silent cry from the pain that had come from that: his body had never experienced pain before, so it was a raw sensation that stung. Everyone's heads turned at the sound of thick glass breaking, a few coming forward.

Raziel stood, pulling the mask off his face, choking up the tube that went to his lungs, before turning to the nearest scientist. He did a simple backhand, knocking the man against the far wall. Now, there was a man at the intercom, calling for help as everyone else rushed towards him to subdue him. Raziel looked at his hand, surprised at the raw power, before turning his body to the nearest exit, bolting for it.

Surprisingly, there wasn't that many people in his way that he had to knock away, but once he got to the door, there were Vampire hunters there, ready to grab him, and destroy him if needed. Raziel was able to knock the nearest aside, a female, before one angled a heavy spiked fist towards his gut. Raziel barely made it into a mist form before he was hit, but he knocked that attacker out in moments.

By now, they were swarming him from all sides, and his time to play around to escape was running thin. Shifting to his mist form, he rushed past. He was at the first floor of the complex in moments, but when he hit the exit doors, he ran into some sort of electrified wall, shifting back as he streamed and convulsed for a moment from the heavy shock. He stood after a moment, looking at the obstacle, before moving to the nearest chuck of wall, punching through it with ease. Another shift to mist form and he was out of the building.

Meanwhile, there were alarms and contacts going on throughout the building, warnings to most of the Vampire and Lycans that the Hybrid had escaped...
 
Hahvoc had been monitoring the progress of two of her recovering team members when the alarms started wailing and screaming that there had been a fuck up. Just great. Just what she needed at a time like this. Hahvoc was one of the strongest and quickest vampires alive, only second to Alex and his delectable son. She was one of the older ones too, roughly five hundred years in age. Her hair was a rich red with tints of black, and flowed down to her waist. Her eyes, however, were a brilliant orange color, like melting metal, which was rare among the vampire race. With a heavy curse, she grabbed her daggers and bow and arrow, along with a few hand guns as she raced through the compound. She passed by the security area where several of the younger vamps, including one of the few females of the unit, were snarling and getting up from being knocked down.

"You bloody idiots...get up and help the researchers. I'm going after him myself."

The others did not question her in the least, just nodded with grim and angry expressions. They had fucked up and she knew it and didn't give them another thought as she raced out into the night, trying to sense where the hybrid might be. After all, she was a hybrid of a different sort, but no one needed to know that of course.

Hahvoc paused as she sniffed the air, closing her eyes to hone in on scent of her surroundings. The air was frosty and crisp with winter, but it hardly had an affect on her. Her leather outfit kept most of the cold at bay. But the hybrid, whenever he appeared, would probably begin freezing. He was naked after all. She growled faintly to herself as she caught his strangely sweet scent, her mouth watering in the slightest from the richness of it. She shook her head as she opened her eyes and looked about, not making a sound as she stepped very lightly but swiftly.​
 
Raziel had made it a mere few miles before he had to shift out of his mist form, the freezing cold around him making it impossible to stay in it because it had no source of heat. So he went it on foot, not having the anger to shift to a wolf to keep warm. He didn't have that much energy in him, having never been physically fed nourishment from blood or flesh, and the cold winds and ground were taxing on him. It was about five miles away from the facility that he fell back against a tree, slowly sliding down and curling up to conserve some warmth. His lycan instincts were holding onto him, the instinct to live and be free. But the living part didn't seem to be for long, taking in his position.

His head turned at a very light rustling and moving of wind and trees, knowing that the sound wasn't a natural one. He knew they would be coming for him, but he didn't have it in him to fight them off. It was when she walked into his area of sight that he slowly stood, faltering with a step and landing face first on the frozen ground. He stood back up shakily. "Leave me alone..." He was able to get out, standing again. "I'm not going back." And with that, he bolted from the area in the opposite direction of her, the fastest he could without draining his energy reserves... which was probably as fast as a human could.
 
She watched him stand without pity but with empathy. She had been in a weakened state like that before, but without any help. She wasn't totally heartless like everyone believed. She sighed as she combed her fingers through her hair and watched his pitiful attempt to get away from her. She sighed as she vanished from sight only to appear before him, orange eyes simmering.

"Well, you can't go back at the moment. A huge storm is about to blow through here and we're too far away to get back to the compound in time without you dying first."

She murmured, her voice stilted with an accent. She took off her leather jacket and attempted to wrap it about his shoulders if he didn't pull away. He seemed like he would pass out without more heat or nourishment. He was running on too low of energy to even keep his body warm. She looked to the sky and sniffed, the air dropping in a few degrees. She looked back at the hybrid with a light sigh.

"Come on, I know where we can get shelter from the storm, and get your energy back up at least so you won't perish."

Her voice was soft but firm. He wouldn't be able to get away from her unless he committed suicide.​
 
His large burst of uncontrolled energy back at the compound was a harsh lesson to him, one that most vampires and lycans learned by his age. But his whole 20 years of life were spent in that tube, contained, mostly cut off from the world. He knew what he was able to do, but he had no practice with it, no way to harness the energy inside him and control it better than he had. What he had left was being used to keep him moving and trying to warm him up, but that was being spent rather rapidly.

He was surprised when she appeared right in front of him, and he stumbled backwards. He growled slightly at her words, a rush of adrenaline still pulsing through him, and he stood again, more wobbly than before. "I'm not going back, ever!" He turned to find another way, but stumbled from his lack of reflexes and landed on his hands and knees. He truly felt powerless now, and his eyes closed as his mind tried to focus whatever he had left.

He felt her jacket go over his shoulders and back, feeling her warmth from it against his skin. It wasn't burning, which was something that most with that level of sensitivity would feel from the difference of near-frozen skin and hot leather, but it didn't do anything to help him focus, his body still trying to warm himself up. He was able to stand again after a moment, but he faltered, falling against her, a arm somehow wrapping along the back of her neck to keep him up. He wasn't going to be able to get away, and he automatically followed her to whatever shelter she was talking about.
 
She was patient while he battled with his pride and body, usually a bad combination. If she didn't get him some heat soon, he was going to go into shock. She blinked at his rough voice, so filled with conviction. She sighed. This was one part of her job that she hated. She gasped when he fell against her and one arm wrapped about her shoulders. She looked at his face, so close to her own and found her cheeks heat in the slightest. Her lips thinned into a grim line as she wrapped an arm about his waist just as the snow started to fall. She could easily carry him to the shelter, but she didn't want to damage his pride any further, as good as it was doing him.

She carried him more or less to the shelter that was half a mile away, the snow getting heavier and heavier as they walked. Her boots sank in a good four inches or so by they time they reached the shelter. It hadn't been used for a long while, but it was still stocked with some clothes and food. She made sure of that. She released him gently before she shoved the door open, the locks slightly frozen. She cut her finger but quickly sucked the blood off, knowing that it might set him off. She grabbed him up again and walked them both into the carpeted compound. She slammed the door shut behind them.

It was cold inside the shelter, but warmer than it was outside. She plopped him down in a chair, wrapping her jacket about him further. She let out a light sigh as she rose and walked over to the fridge. There was primitive blood packets and steaks, some lunch meats and milk. Basically protein. There were a few blood cartridges for energy boosts and quick meals, almost like those instant breakfast things. All of it was mostly synthetic minus the food. She grabbed one of the cartridges and popped the cap off. The waft of blood was delicious and made her gums ache, but the meal wasn't for her. She knelt before Raziel and presented the capsule to him.

"Here. Drink it."​
 
He was nearly dragged to the shelter, his feet stepping every so often. He was completely drained of energy now, his body moving on the heat that was in the jacket she put on him. But that heat was absorbed and used about halfway to the shelter, and only was a buffer between the snow falling and the wind against him. He wasn't making his own heat, so the jacket only had a very small amount that it was getting through contact with her. His feet were practically frozen, the color still the same only because of his genes, when they got into the cabin.

He barely was able to manage standing on his own for the few seconds that she opened the door. The smell of her blood wafted over his nose, but he didn't pounce on it, and half of his mind hoped that she didn't noticed his eyes looking over it for only a half moment. It would have set off her own alarms. She moved him into the cabin with her, closing the door behind them and pretty much throwing him down on the couch. She was surprisingly gentle with wrapping the jacket around him more, and he fell sideways on the couch, his head on the arm of it.

He could smell all of the meat and blood where it was stored, even through their containers, but he kept himself at ease. It was definite that there was something with him when he didn't react too much at her opening one of the packets, his eyes simply looking at it when she came over to him, telling him to drink it. His hand reached out to take it, and his head fell back as he dumped it all in his mouth, it simply sliding down his throat. When it was empty, he tossed it aside, and there was a huge outsurge of energy, his body warming up rapidly and sending off waves of heat that reached out a good two meters from him. He relaxed against the couch after the outburst, feeling the energy returning, his mind working on controlling it, and the outbursts that came out from it.
 
It was one of the first things she ended up noticing after the outburst of energy that made her shiver and absorb the extra heat. He didn't react with instincts. It was instinctive for one of their kind, well, semi-kind, to react instinctively when there was a food source. She had plenty of scars along her shoulders to prove it. She took the vial and tossed it in the trash as she turned on some of the low lights, keeping them dim. Her eyes were extra sensitive to light and so she kept the lights low. He was probably the same way. But there was no way of knowing. She may have been one of the ones trained to handle him in case something like this happened, but still. He wasn't just an object.

"Better?"

She asked softly, her boots tapping quietly along the floor, only whispering sound as she gathered something for herself to eat. There was a fireplace that she could cook in if she got really hungry, which she was. She burned a lot of energy and it had been at least three hours since she last ate. Her stomach rumbled quietly and she shrugged as she opened the fridge and went through some of the food. She sniffed all of it, checking what was edible and what needed to be replaced. She through out half of the vegetables and some of the lunch meat. But the steaks were still good.

She pulled those out of the fridge and went over to the fire, using her ability to light the wood that was within. She dropped the steaks on the grill plate that was on the floor as she added a few more logs. It would take a bit to heat up before she could start cooking. Sighing a little, she removed some of her outer gear, like her guns and put them in the gun box, locking it. Her bow and quiver stayed on her back, however.​
 
Raziel laid down on the couch for a long while, his eyes closed as he conserved his energy the best he could, teaching himself what he could about controlling it as she was looking through the fridge. Even if his eyes were closed, body facing away mostly, his mind could see everything in the cabin now. He made a quick study of it just in case.

His mind registered her voice, then heard her move to the fireplace, lighting a fire to cook herself some steaks. He didn't bother opening his eyes when he finally mustered a response. "Can you ready one for me? Raw, just make sure it is warm." Being a hybrid, he was able to utilize both aspects of the meat, the flesh and the blood, though if it was cooked for a little while, the blood disappears.

He managed to sit up, pulling the Jacket around him a little more, his eyes locking on Hahvoc to make sure she didn't do anything. He was surprised he wasn't knocked unconscious and taken back already, and his mind was hatching plans, wheels within wheels... He wanted to get rid of the jacket, but he would have to find clothes first. He was young in Vampire standards, and as he never learned anything himself except for the last few hours, he was still a little bashful about his body.
 
"If you think you could escape me, you're wrong, little bird."

She said softly, rising to her full height, hair falling down to brush her waist. She adjusted the belts around her waist and the straps on her boots. She radiated a lot of heat, so even in the middle of winter, she wore leather shorts and a halter top. She pulled off her gloves and tossed them on the table as she held her hands by the fire, checking the temperature. It was just hot enough. She hooked in the grill rack with the three steaks, adding a little bit of salt and pepper, but not too much. Moving away to let the meat cook, she stretched out her body, cracking her shoulders and back as she moved to the back of the shelter to at least grab the man a pair of pants. It was a little awkward seeing all of his wares out and about, even with her big leather jacket.

She chuckled at his bashful look as she went into the closet and found a pair of loose pants that seemed about his size. She pulled them out and then tossed them at him as she went to check on the meat. She flipped the steaks over, knowing he wanted his just barely cooked. Once one of the steaks was at that peak, she took it off the grill and put it on a plate. She tossed the plate to him as she waited for hers to cook more. She was going to split that last steak in half with him. Once she was satisfied with how well they were cooked, she removed them and set them on a plate. She got some steak knives and cut into the steaks, loving the fragrance. She tossed him one as well, not wanting him to use his fingers like an animal.​
 
Her words didn't even send a shiver of fear through him, simply shrugging it off. She was getting the steaks cooked, and his mind was elsewhere. She would have to sleep eventually. And that would be his only chance. While his mind was working, she had thrown a pair of pants towards him, and he pulled them on quickly, rather grateful. He pulled her jacket off after he got the pants on, throwing it back over to her. It was too much of a hassle for him, and he was making his own warmth, anyway.

She finished his soon enough, and it hardly lasted a minute, using speed rather than devouring it to eat. It used some of his energy up, but it gave him much more, enough that it was enough to sate him, and he turned down the half of her other steak. His eyes closed in a feint sleep, waiting for her to wander off. Then he could set his plan in motion.
 
She ate her steak slowly, as she had been raised to do. It took longer to finish but that didn't mean anything, they weren't going to be leaving any time soon. She polished off both steaks and put the dishes in the small sink and rinsed them off. She wondered vaguely if he thought of her as more of a werewolf. Then again, most usually thought of her as a vampire. She shrugged lightly as she went about sitting on the floor in front of the couch in took out on of her hidden guns. She set a small table in front of her and started pulling it apart piece by piece to clean it. It smelled very faintly of grease and gun powder, since she kept her weapons very clean. She cleaned the barrel and the chamber, working all the other little pieces as well like the trigger and grip.

During the entire process, she didn't take her eyes off the hybrid in front of her, though she did chuckle occasionally. She winced when the light bounced right into her eyes off the shiny metal of her gun but adjusted rather quickly, piecing the weapon back together. She only occasionally looked down. The energy he had gotten from food and drink wouldn't be enough to allow him to survive out in a heavy snow storm like the one they were having. He wouldn't last five minutes. Well...maybe ten.

"If you think I'll be sleeping or any such thing, you'll be sorely mistaken. I sleep during midday and it's three in the morning. Besides, I'm not such terrible company."​
 
The smell of gunpowder assailed his nose, and it crinkled slightly as he turned his head to face her. Her words only made him scowl. "Terrible Company?" He sat up, glaring at her general direction. "No, of course not. You are just holding me captive, making sure I stay alive until I get back there. I am not going back." He laid back down, closing his eyes. Though he didn't sleep. He wouldn't sleep for a long time, since most of his life was him sleeping.

Though, if she didn't get to sleep before the storm let up, his plan would be null, and he would have to find another way. He stretched, making sure to keep a mental note on where she was in the room. He didn't need a unexpected knockout from her.
 
"And the gold was grand and ensnared faster than quick sand, but it was gilded and all who willed it, wished they hadn't been so entranced by the prison that gold had romanced.."

She said lightly with a faint shrug. Everyone was in a cage of some sort, better to be in a cage where you knew where you would end up. Raziel was a prize amongst their kind, and would be treated with the utmost care. So it made her laugh when he said wasn't going back. He was going to go back, whether he was dead or alive. She preferred alive and so did her king and queen. She twisted on the barrel and tucked the weapon into the back of her shorts as she studied his face. She glanced at the fire, using her peripherals. He wouldn't be able to survive without something like her to keep him that way. It was impossible, even if he learned quick enough.

"Everyone is in a cage, love. It just depends on how you got there. Besides the fact that I could put an arrow between your eyes before you made it to the door, there is much to be said about captivity. I'm stuck here, in this dismal place, with you, whether I like it or not. This storm could rage for days if my instincts are correct, which they usually are. So shut up, pup, and accept the fact that I'm protecting you from certain death."​
 
He had ignored most of her fancy words, listening to her words of warning. She was underestimating him, which he was planning on playing out. But he gave her no response to her words, simply laying back, catatonic on the couch. His mind was ablaze with ideas and planning. He would have to wait... but he waited 20 years to get free, he could wait a little longer. His head turned back to her.

"I have no real memories of my own." He said, almost to himself. "Had I actually had use of my powers, I wouldn't be here, that's for sure. They did that on purpose. I have no doubt that they are going to dispose of me when you bring me back. I know too much of what I can don, and I have no idea of all I have at my disposal."
 
"Don't think I am underestimating you, pup. But I'm centuries older than you and trained to handle whatever you can conjure up in that brain of yours. I'm not infallible, but I have much more control than you'll ever attain. I had to."

She shrugged at him before she put another log on the fire, closing her eyes as it blazed. Once it settled she was able to couch back on her heels and watch the flames. She hummed softly to herself, a tune only she knew and every time she had had to visit the lab she had hummed it around his cell. She hadn't liked him being in there and had asked countless times that he be released in order to do proper training. But no, too precious he was to live a normal life. They needed to study him until he was full grown because he was the first of his kind. She had thought it ludicrous. She still did.

"Just know that I was one of the few that vouched for your release."

She said with another shrug as she popped a cherry into her mouth and chewed it slowly.​
 
Her response only made him growl. "Stay the hell out of my mind!" He turned his head away, but that only lasted a few moments, before he heard her words. Some of them wanted him released? Well, obviously not enough of them, but some. A small - a very small - glimmer of hope shone in him now, but he didn't let that take him over. He turned his head to look at the ceiling for a while, just letting his mind stay blank.

He had been wondering why she seemed familiar, but then he heard her humming, and his eyes opened a little more. That tune... was familiar. He had often heard it, muffled through the glass and liquid as it was, when he was pretending to be unconscious so they would leave him alone. It was one thing that eased and tensed him at the same time. It definitely wasn't a pleasurable reaction, though.
 
"Then make me, Pup."

She warned, turning her eyes back towards his. If he wanted her out, he had to keep her out. She wasn't going to sugar coat anything, nor was she going to toy with him. His thoughts were strong and without proper shielding, even lesser vamps could hear him. But he did have some rather impressive defenses for being so psychically underdeveloped. She brushed some of her hair from her face as she unbuckled her boots and kicked them off, settling on her back by the fire. The heat was soothing but she kept a good distance away since she absorbed the heat too much when she was closer. She didn't need Raziel freezing to death.

"And yes, Raziel. Some of us wanted for you what anyone wants, a normal life. Or as normal as you could have had amongst your brethren. And they are your brethren."

She let her eyes stray to the ceiling as she hummed the tune again, starting exactly where she left off. She felt soothed and relaxed, though her guard was still up. Hahvoc wasn't one to just let things slip for the sake of conversation.​
 
Hahvoc was really aiming at getting under his skin, and it showed in his mind before he threw up a barrier, one that wasn't all to strong, to be truthful, but it was something. He would at least know when she peaked into his mind, at most, she would be deterred or take longer, enough time to hide his thoughts. Though, it took a little more effort to keep it up once she started her humming. That was starting to get to him, as well.

There was another burst of heat from him, much more contained than last time, but it still warmed up a good few meters around him rather fast. He would need to find a way to overpower her, if she was going to be this stubborn. Though, he knew those odds were even slimmer, and that his death wouldn't be pretty from it. Death, however, didn't seem too bad, considering his life.
 
"You've been kept safe your whole life. Count yourself lucky..."

She murmured, the humming softer now as she curled up on her side and closed her eyes. She was tired, but only due to the lack of the sleep the past few days. She had circles under her eyes, though light in color. The heat and food had revived her, but talking and breaching minds without much sleep made her even more tired. Besides, the boy was so stubborn! He just seemed so adamant on the fact that he wasn't going back to that life. And he wouldn't. Now that he was out of stasis, he probably wouldn't go back in it. They would probably run endurance tests and the like on him. Hopefully, they wouldn't try for more.

With a sigh, she turned back onto her back and threw her arm over her eyes, taking a deep breath. Her humming paused a moment before starting back up again. Her body and training would keep her awake for another twelve hours, but it didn't mean she wanted to spend it arguing.​
 
Raziel was somehow able to keep his mind wistfully blank as he looked up at the ceiling. He was biding his time, able to stay up for a straight year, it felt to him. As long as he had energy, that was. He hardly moved even a muscle, his mind wandering outwards to look over the full cabin. About every half hour, there was a small spurt of energy that warmed him up again, the heat wave reaching out only a meter now.

What were they going to do to him now that he was loose? They were most likely going to scrap him and try again with a new one, this time keeping more alert so it couldn't get out. But he was going to fight to the death if he had to. He didn't care if he was genetically like them, they were his captors. He only wanted to be free.
 
Hahvoc didn't attempt to invade his thoughts nor did she want to. She had her own thoughts that she was wrapped up in. The heat he kept giving off made her own temperature rise along with that of the fire and she found herself undoing the zipper of her halter and edging it down a bit, showing a little of the swells of her breasts. She slipped off her socks and tossed them near her boots before she lay back against the carpet and looked at the ceiling once more. ​
 
His mind had just noticed what was happening. She was getting uncomfortable in the heat, and loosened her clothes? That might be a very useful tool for him... And so he set together another plan, or idea. His puffs of heat came at the same intervals - about 10 minutes - but they were a little hotter, and every time they came out, they reached further out. To most of the people in the program, it would seem like he was loosing control of his energy, but he kept it carefully contained the whole time.
 
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