A wonderful day to be taken. ((Gray & Faerenia))

[gray]

It was the most perfectly innocent of days, the sun was shinning, the birds were up in the tree's singing beautiful songs, and people generally went about with the feeling that nothing bad would be happening today. Of course, people aren't always right. Sitting in a long bench on the outskirts of a small park by the road, Martin sat waiting. He looked harmless enough, a little under six feet, fairly slim build, with rose blond mid length hair tied in the back into a short ponytail, leaving some bangs in front. His eyes, bright blue and with a hint of canny intelligence, watched the sidewalk on which his feet rested. We was wearing a simple grey shirt with a white button up, and dark blue boot cut jeans, and for the most, he seemed perfectly at ease.

All wasn't quite as it seemed however, for his mind was even now engaged in his plan. It had come to him rather recently, yet it still seemed to long to him, for his need was growing ever greater each day, and thus he waited, knowing today would be the perfect chance, and knowing that because of this, he mustn't waste such a golden opportunity. She should be coming along now... Any time.

 

[Faerenia]

Faerenia walked down the sidewalk, heading home from school. She was a young 15 year old girl, but not exactly the most innocent type nor looking. She wore a mini-skirt, just under her fingers and just in the limits of the school's allowing. She also had on a pair of fishnet stockings with knee-high leather platform boots, straps crisscrossing them. She wore a thin zip up hoody with her favorite band on it, a band named Flyleaf. She had on a black tanktop underneath the zip-up, only the bottom of the jacket zipped up. She had short raven black hair, it naturally spiked all around her head, and wore purple eyeliner. She had a necklace with a pentacle on it, showing her religion for all to see, and got many questions from it but didn't mind or care for them. She also wore a deep moon purple lipstick, her skin paler than a vampire's image.

She held her bag over her shoulder, it being a draw-string mesh bag holding many of her text books, being in the 8th grade now. She didn't walk with her friends, most of them riding a bus, her house was too close to ride one and none of them could get rides if they walked with her, so she was alone, walking through the crowds of people and the emptiness, alone. She had a pair of headphones in her ears, the wire running into the jacket, and then a hidden pocket with her MP3 player. She was practically oblivious to the world around her.

 

[gray]

Seeing her coming down the sidewalk, Martin bit his lip, smiling lightly to himself, given the time in which he had thrown in together, his plan seemed just about perfect. He had a few tricks for getting her into the right position, but seeing the earphones, and noticing that no one else was around, a wicked grin spread, this would be easier then he had hoped. moving into the bushes, he ducked out of sight before she noticed him, waiting for her to walk past where he was hiding. putting his hand inside his shirt, he pulled out a small needle, filled, as it was, with a mild sedative. Having practiced the motion of slipping it into the neck of an unsuspecting victim.

As soon as she passed, he moved, slipping out of the brush and falling into pace behind her, silent as a cat, matching her paces, until he was close enough... And then, he struck, taking the cap from the needle and gently pricking her neck. It was fairly fast acting, though just in case he quickly slapped a hand around her mouth, muffling any sound she might have made, or attempting to, biting his lip all the while. Quickly now, he started to drag her to the alley on the other side of the street, positioned perfectly between two abandoned buildings. In this alley, in a hidden side alley, he had hidden all he needed, duct tape, rope, and a few other things, his car parked in the shade of an overhang near the building.

 

[Faerenia]

The girl had her eyes gently closed, nodding her head as she walked. It was offly silent around her, but she didn't notice. As soon as the needle hit her skin, she started to panic until the hand wrapped around of her mouth, the sedative started to work, and in perfect timing more than one way. She was almost about to break the needle in her neck, but her struggling stopped just before that, and she slumped down into her kidnapper's arms. She was practically a rag doll as he moved her about, tying her up with his things.

She would wake up, her hands and feet bound, her mouth duct tapped, and in the back of a car. "MMM! MM!" She cried out, trying to free her hands but completely unsuccessful. She could see who had grabbed her, only the roof and the sky out the window. "Mmmhmmm." She said, starting to whimper now, tears rolling down her face.

 

[gray]

Having bound her well enough, Martin had promptly driven off, heading for his house, conveniently located far out into the country, with no other residents for miles around, a remote little two story place that had been left to him be his grandfather. No doubt his grandfather had no idea what his dieing gift would be used as this day by his own grandson. Parking near the door, he left the drivers seat, smiling as he herd her muffled sounds, and opened the back door, taking a moment to look down at her, feeling himself stir as he did, hardly unable to contain myself. Taking a calming breathe, he grinned wickedly and grabbed her about the shoulders, pulling her from the car with a jerk, sending her sprawling across the dry dirt, the way she laned giving him a taunting view up her skirt.

Grabbing the hood of her sweater he proceeded to drag her to the stairs leading to his cellar, giving her no time to orient herself. After bring her down the stairs, he opened the door, revealed a grim sight. And for the first time he spoke to her. "Welcome to your new home." He said, a grin upon his face as he motioned to the center of the basement. Sitting there was an iron wrought table, the kind they strapped torture victims or mental patients to, complete with hand and ankle restraints. "Before we start your.. training. I though I should give you a little preview of what your life is going to be like from now on." He said, a lewd expression on his face, eyes glinting as he dragged her forward. Before proceeding however, he paused, reaching down and tearing off the duct tape on her mouth. "Tell me... What are you thinking?" He inquired.

 

[Faerenia]

She gasped as she was tossed to the dirt, coughing into the duct tape. She tried to gain a heading of where she was until her hoody was grabbed and pulled, causing her to toss and turn, her hands tied behind her back still. "Mmm!" She yelled out into the tape over her mouth. At each step she cried out, her body violently smacking each one. She had tears rolling down her face when they reached the bottom, curling up in a ball only to look up to see all of the devices around. My new home?! Who the fuck is this guy?! she thought, her body in worse pain than ever. She gasped as the tape was ripped off her face. "Get me the fuck out of here you jack ass!" She blared out, cringing in pain once more, her body still aching. She pulled her knees close to her torso, clenching her teeth as she did. She started to whimper, more tears rolling down her cheeks.