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The Soldier and the Vampire (Onica & Raziel99)

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Onica

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Onica awoke when the vehicle she was in hit a bump in the long dirt road it was going down. Not that the young Marine knew that at the time...awaken eyes only seeing darkness. Head hitting the top of the small box she was in as she tried to stand or better sit up. Mind racing...trying to recall what had happened. Going back to the start of it all.

She had been on deployment, the helicopter she had been in shot down during a med-evac....after that everything was a misty. Yet somehow she had ended up in this small wooden box. Her uniform tore or at less it felt that was as she ran her hands over her pants and t-shirt. Dog tags still around her neck that read, Onica Istre; Date of Birth: May 19, 1988; Blood type O+. Hand moving up more, checking for wounds and trying to stay calm...coming to rest on the large metal collar that was now around her neck. This alone caused the girl to take a deep breath in, almost chocking on it as the vehicle hit another bump.

Legs now trying to kick out the side of the box making the chain that was hooked to the collar ring in her ears, yet the side of the box would not give. She tried to call out, to yell for help but her mouth was dry and the collar make it hard to swallow. Seeming that years passed, even if the road they where on was only 20 miles long. Unable to see anything, not able to move to the small hole that was put on the other side of the box to let air in.

What felt like hours seemed to pass by when the vehicle finally stopped...the Marine hearing a door open. The box was being dragged...then turned on its side making her flip around. Clearly who ever was moving it did not know she was in it or did not care that she was in their. Feeling the chain being pulled at from a unseen hole as the box was open.

Even though it was dark out, the small amount of light still hurt the girl's eyes. Still as soon as was able to move her feet Onica tried to jet, being clothes lined by the collar and chain that held her in some man's grasp. Finding herself quickly on the ground as he pulled her back. Hands going up to grab the chain, almost in a tug-of-war as she was dragged. The girl not even paying mind to anyone that might be around as she tried her best to gain control of the chain even if she was on the ground.
 
Raziel was walking through the entrance hall of his estate - pacing, actually, slight anxious for a certain delivery. He had sent out a order for a blood doll, and he was hoping that it would get there soon. But they were late almost every single time he called for them. Paid and everything. Shame, really. He thought they would have learned by now.

He heard doors slam outside, heard a slight scuffle, and headed outside slowly, the door remaining open behind him. He was wearing dark clothes for the night, a black cloak hiding his bodily features, and dark clothes underneath. He slowly walked over to where there was a tug-of-war with the handlers and what seemed to be his slave girl. They were about equally matched, but they could have damaged her. He took the chain near the middle, pushing off the two men before pulling her to him easily in one strong tug. He held onto the chain, holding it from about two feet from the collar, as his eyes went over her.

He was more than satisfied with what he saw, and he turned to the handlers, eyes narrowing. "You are lucky that she was uninjured." He said in a low, venomous voice, as he slowly led her towards the manor, leading er to the front door before closing it nearly in her face. "But... you nearly did. And you are late. That is unacceptable."

There were screams and dull thuds, and some strange squishing noises mixed with broken bones before Raziel came back into the manor, the door closing behind him, blocking the view outside. There wasn't a drop of blood on him. "Follow." His voice was still low, deep, but instead of venomous, it was slightly seducing. The entrance hall was rather huge, arched roof behind supported by several pillars that ran down to the ground, the floor marble, and some gargoyle-like states against the walls. At the far end, there was a large staircase that headed up and to both the east and west wings.

The door that he led her into - and she had no choice but to follow or be dragged, since he was holding the end of the chain - was a study. Most of the walls were bookshelves, filled to the brim with books with every author from A to Z. Opposite the door was a fireplace, and in front of it was two chairs, rather soft looking, and a bearskin rug in front. He led her to those chairs, sitting in one. "Sit." He said, a commanding tone.

"Now, why do you think you are here?"
 
Seemed not to pay any mind as the new male took hold of the chain, it was only when he gave a strong enough pulled that could have had him in his arms if he wished that she looked up and saw that her and the two other males where no longer alone. Yet the young Marine's will to free herself would prove strong, even paled to that of the new man's power. However, even he would have to say she was stronger then most females her size and build.

The girl wearing her torn uniform of green digi cami pants and a green t-shirt that was so ripped it seemed to just hang from her form. Dog tags seeming to dance around as she pulled and put up a fight for her life. Her scent that of burned fuel and blood...even if it was not her own.

It did not take long for Onica to find herself pulled into the front door of the estate, door closing in her face. This gave her a little jolt...but also gave her time to look over self. It seemed that she did not have a cut on her, and make the Marine wounder if her team had been so luck. Most likely not, this thought make her breathing a little heave as the screams of the two mean that had brought her to this place rang past the door making her jump. A small chill of fear going down her spine.

As the door opened again, Onica seemed to back up some. More the unwilling to follow the rather new male anywhere...stopping in mid-drag only when the entered the large study. Eyes wide as she took in all the books that made most Libraries pail in comparison. Such a beautiful home she had seen so far, more then she ever dreamed of staying in. However, right now she did not want to be here. Head shooting to the male as he told her to sit, seeing that he had already grabbed a seat in one of the large chairs near the fire.

God how her mind started to take in every detail...like if the room was to hot or to cold. The slight creeks that the house made, the crackle of the fire...her own breathing heavy, mind trying to think of something to say. Something to answer his question, but all she could think about was her helicopter crashing. The girl did not know why she was here so she said the only thing she could think of..."No clue why don't you tell me?"
 
Such a simplistic and sarcastic answer wasn't enough for his mind, though he acted to take it in stride. Not that he was surprised in the least that she gave him a answer like that. Why wouldn't she? She was under his ownership, whether or not she realized it. And that was the thin thread that was keeping him from killing her at the moment. Among a very few technicalities, of course.

His hand shot to the side, and a vanilla file folder shot out towards him from the bookcases, getting caught in his hand as he pulled it towards him. It was a simple flick of his finger that opened it, and he slowly pulled the papers out, overlooking them quickly. Name, gender, past history that they were able to figure out. Mostly enigmatic stuff that was more guess and speculation than fact. Stuff he threw out the window mentally. He kept a eye on her as he read, making sure she didn't do anything stupid while he checked things.

"Onica." He said, picking his head up, putting the papers down on the arm of his chair, looking her deep in the eyes, his own slightly narrowed from all the fuss she had made so far. "Ex military. The rest of your squad was wiped out, your Heli having been hit by a RPG round and crashing, before being overrun and those awake being wiped out with AK-74's. They captured you since you were unconscious and unable to resist. Memory was tampered, you were brought here. Sound about right?"

He turned to the fireplace, a simple flick of his wrist tossing all the papers into the fireplace. "As far as your superiors know, you are KIA. You won't be leaving here under any circumstances for the moment."
 
Watched in almost a daze as the vanilla file folder shot out of the bookcase and into the man's hand. She could not believe her eyes...she had never seen anything like that before. Listening with wide eyes as he spoke her name and about what happened that day when her Heli went down.

"How do you know that? How do you know my Name?" Ex military...she was still in the military as far as she knew. That is in tell she heard him speak once more. Him telling her how her superiors thought she was KIA and how she would not be leaving no matter what. Who was he to stop her from leaving, she was not dead. Surely her superiors knew that she was still alive somewhere. They would look for her...right? "Who the hell are you? Why am I here?"

So many questions for a girl that did not know she was now owned by the man before her, daring to even move toward him. Acting more as a treat then like a slow scared slave girl.
 
"It would be your best interest to sit down and shut up, and definitely not even think of hurting me." He said in a low, gruff voice, eyes closed, eyes turned to be looking towards the fire. "Unless you want the reports to be true. But I would teach yo the error of your ways first, make you beg for death.

"Now that that is settled..." He stood, turning to look at her, holding back a rather dark and seducing smile. "What to do with you. For, you are mine to do what I wish to." He slowly paced around her chair, looking over every feature of hers. "You are definitely well built." He said, musing. "You would definitely be of some use."

He stopped his circling right in front of her, hands down at his sides in a rather neutral position. "now then..."
 
She stopped in her tracks, after all she had heard what this guy had did to the other two outside and did not want to really end up dead. After all she wanted what every other marine wanted after doing a tour at war...go home alive. That is if she ever went back home at all.

Yet what he said seemed to make her sick and chills run down her spin. How was she his to do with what he felt fit, "You act as if you bought a slave or something..." her words bitter to the mouth and sour to the ears. In truth she did not want to hear his answer, for nothing he had said yet was good new. Trying her best to keep an eye on him at all times, even when he walked around her like a wild dog about to attack a wounded deer.
 
Her words rang in his ears, a slightly sinister gaze appearing on his face, though not marring his sensual features in a moment. "Bingo." He said, moving over to the bookcase and grabbing a single, thick piece of paper. He carried it over to her, putting it into her hands and walking past her, letting her read all the details in the "Slave Papers."

"Indeed, you are here on my whim. Be happy I came when I did. They were ready to execute you, nobody wanting a military to break away. But I have my own ways of getting people to cooperate with me..." He turned to face her, his face a shade darker in shadows, slightly haughty. "It is the only way you will be able to see your loved ones again." His voice rang true, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it. Her future laid on him, and she would have to be a good, obedient girl if she ever wanted to survive, never the less be happy.
 
Onica almost wanted to laugh as she took the papers from him, "This is some kinda of a joke right? Some one put you up to this..." But her thoughts changed as she read the words 'Slave Papers'. It had just about everything about her on it. Her full name, age, date of birth, blood type. Her mother and father's names where on it along with the name of her two older brothers. A bio of her time in the military and even when she was not in the military...right down to her favorite food which was pasta and her favorite color which was blue. Half the stuff she had never even told anyone..."Where did you get this! No one would know half this shit unless I was drugged!"

At first she did not believe what he was telling her...it had to be a lie. A sick joke. Yet something told her he was telling the truth, his voice, the way he looked at her. All of it brought chills down her spine. How he spoke about she would not see her loved ones again unless she played nice and was a good girl.

"What do you want from me?"
 
She was in denial, but was slowly coming out of it. That was a good and a bad sign to him, but he knew there wasn't anything she could do, nothing to hurt him with. And when he heard her question, after all fo her cursings and yellings, he smiled, knew that she was coming to.

"Why, What I want from you?" He said, in a colly voice, walking around her again, slowly. "Why, there isn't anything I want from you. And that is because I already have it from you. I own you, all of you. I could be mean, say that you do as I say, when I say it, or you face terrible circumstances. I hope it won't come to that."

He walked away from her a few steps, facing away. "Now, those clothes look rather tattered. Get rid of them."
 
Onica still could not believe this was happening to her. Looking down at her cloths and kinda pulling at her shirt and looking down at her pants when the man called them tattered. Then looked around to see if maybe he had some other clothes out for her...but she could not see any. Nor was she about to undress in front of him.

Standing still for a good minute or two she watched him, then looked at the fire that was burning. Evening going as far as to take a step back from him, "Your joking right?"
 
He was getting slightly impatient, though he didn't let it show. It honestly wasn't that hard of a transition, especially for her, to listen to whatever orders she was given, and do them, right? He had given a simple instruction to her, to rid herself of tattered belongings that wouldn't last longer than a few more minutes anyway. But she simply stood there, in disbelief that she would have to do something like that? Unbelievable.

"No, I am not joking." He said, in a slightly darker voice, full of warning tones. "Get rid of them. That's the last time I will say it." He didn't turn around even once, though he didn't have to. He would know when she did it.
 
It felt like her heart was about to come out of her chest. Really did this guy think she was going to strip off her clothes right there in front of him? The look he gave her and the tone of his voice alone told Onica that he was indeed not joking. But to take orders from him? Shore she took orders from higher ups in the military, but that was because she was payed to do so. She would loose a pay grade if she did not listen to orders.

But this guy, was he really going to hurt her if she did not listen to him....almost willing to test the water. To see how far she could push her limits with this guy.
 
She stood there, defiant of his will, and it was testing his anger. He wasn't even facing her, yet she tried his patience. He turned around, facing her in a testament of his anger, his blue eyes turning a deep blood red, a half snarl on his face.

"I give you one more chance. Take them off, or I will do it myself. And it will be less than pleasant."
 
It would be a funny site to see as she tried to back up and jump at the same time. Landing her flat on her as, her heart racing more then ever. Hands to the point of shaking as she started to remove the torn shirt from her body. Showing off what fine product the Marine's had put out, her skin a slight tan, a nicely done tattoo of a belt of stars that ran across her hips, back and belly...then up the spine of her back. The large tribe that wrapped half way around her right breast. But she would stop there...leaving the sports bra and pants to be messed with.
 
She finally obeyed him, taking off her shirt, and there was a slight sense of awe seeing the craftwork of her tattoos shown on her body. Though none of it shown on his face, still a little harsh from her disobedience. "Good. The pants as well." He said, his voice low as he watched her now to make sure she did it. He never said a work about the underwear, though that will come eventually.
 
Hazel eyes closed as she started to undo the buttons of her pants, and slide them off. Legs crossing in front of her...and her papers where a hint to why. After all she was tested found that her virginity was still still intact. Her body shook a little before she spat out, "Happy?" No master or sir after her statement. Just a cold and cocky voice.
 
She finally did what she was told to do, and his face softened by an ounce. "Yes, I am." He said, reaching into his cloak., pulling out a robe of the deepest blue and handing it to her. "Better to not walk around in dirty clothes. You'll have new ones soon enough." He moved to the door of the room, waiting for her to follow.
 
She watched him move into the other room, slowly putting on the new robe. Standing, but not quite ready to follow. Her body turning in a full 360...looking for anywhere to run. Not that she knew where she could run to nor did she know where she was. Watching the door that he had went threw for a moment before taking a few steps toward it. More to try and study where she was going rather then fear of following.

However, she would follow him. Even if it was not as fast as he wanted her to.
 
He was having to go a few steps, then stop for her to catch up. The repetition was annoying him, but he let it go for the moment. The room that they came back into was the main foyer, for the most part, with the high ceiling and large oak doors, though they were heavy, and now locked, without a latch on either side, but keyed. He was leading her up the grand staircase, to the second floor west wing. The hallways were long, winding, almost like they were a maze. But no doubt she'll remember her way walking at this pace. There were tables with flowers and pictures every so often, but nothing more to really mark one's path.

Soon, they reached a door on the left side, and he opened it, letting her in. "This will be your room." He said, in a agitated voice. They could have gotten there at least a half hour earlier if she wasn't so slow.

The room was dark, but candles lit up all around the room, making it hauntingly beautiful. The room was bare, though, except for two wardrobes and the bed at the opposite wall. The bed was a canopy bed, black drapes coming down to hide the inside, with midnight blue beddings.
 
Indeed the room was beautiful, just like the rest of this place she had seen so far. To Onica it looked like something out of a mid-evil story or a vampire movie. Her thoughts leaning more toward the vampire movies she had watched as a child. Not sure if she should go in or stay outside watching it...and him. Hands grabbing each side of the robe she was wearing to close it more around her body.

"Its beautiful but I thought slaves slept at the foot of there master's bed," Her voice clearly being sarcastic...besides for the beautiful part that was. She could not recall when she had ever had her own room, or one as big as the one in front of her. For the last four years she had stared a room half this size with two other girls, hell on earth for the most part.
 
He half smirked, half scoffed at her comment, turning to face her as he ushered her into the room. "You can do that if you wanted, but I would think of the implications of your words before you say them." His voice was darkly seducing, his eyes locked on hers. "One could find many pleasures with one such as you."

He walked past her, to the doorway, leaving her alone in her new room. "I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself for the time being in here."
 
Had no choice but to go into her new room, turning just in time to hear his comments and watch the door shut behind him as he walked out. At once she would check her door, trying to open it but found it locked. Her heart sank. How was she going to in joy her stay? To this guy, she was just his slave. Hell she didn't even know his name.

She would look threw the room, not finding much as of yet before going to sit on her bed. Watching the door to make sure she was really alone before she let the tears roll from her eyes. If this would have never happened she would have been going home in a week. Back to her family and friends...the people that loved her. Back to a free life where she could go out on the weekends and after work. Yet now here she was, stuck in a room. Not knowing who she was and knowing everyone out there thought she was dead. Killed in the war she was fighting.

"What am I going to do?"
 
He stood outside the door, making sure to keep a eye out on his new slave. His body easily shifted into a mist form and filled into the room under the doorway, keeping that way for the time being to make sure she didn't see him. It wasn't long before he saw her tears, diamonds falling from her eyes. He was no stranger to sorrow, but he found it best not to sympathize or remember the past for now.

He floated through the air, before getting behind her on the bed, shifting to his normal form, weightless on the bed. His hands went to her shoulders, gently rubbing to ease the tension slightly. "Be good and relax. It isn't that bad."
 
It seemed as soon as she heard his voice and felt his hands on her shoulder's all the blood rushed from her skin and left her pail with fear. She had not seen the door open or heard it move. Because of this she would try and jump from the bed...if he let her move at all. Even then it would have not taken look for her to trip over her own feet and end up on the floor. Scratching, to get her back against the wall or something, her voice quivering with fear as she spoke, "Who are you? What are you?"
 
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