Ladies and Gentlemen [Kat, ASK]

[Luka Neverov]

The fanatical vampire felt like clapping like an excited childe. It was marvelous that the wolf wanted to play. He liked this kind of fire; he liked to let the flames all but consume him before extinguishing the glow and then trampling on the embers. Luka liked to be wicked. Very very wicked. This one made his mouth water and along with the fascinating half breed below; they would make a remarkable magnum opus.
In front of the crowd.
Fighting for their lives.
One angel and one demon; he would make them reflect their parts and make them so horrifyingly beautiful the crowd would hardly be able to turn their eyes away despite the blood and violence.

Oh yes. There would be blood.

The lithe werewolf pushed at him and he could feel the barely control quiver of the shift just below her skin. He could feel strength, and smell the earthiness that clung to the fur pushing its way up through her hair follicles. Details, details, details. Luka was smitten by them.
The Russian felt the pale skin at his chest slice cleanly when razor claws connected with it. The pain surged through him on a wave of euphoria, and for a moment he was too dazzled by it to realize the beast had landed astride him and was close to ripping open his throat.

Luka’s agile fingers fisted in the thick onyx fur at the creature’s collar, and humming an Old Russian lullaby he thought he might have heard as a child, the vampire pulled her into him, sinking his own extended canines into the female before she could do the same.
Her blood flowed over his tongue like honey, and he drank it in, along with the surge of strength and the euphoria of the blood lust.

When he’d had enough…for now, Luka tore his fangs out of the werewolf’s neck so that muscle and tissue would come away with it. He was well aware that her kind were fast healers, but fatal wounds were harder to bounce back from, even for a supernatural.
He used the opportunity to shift their positions, bringing a hand up around the snapping muzzle and twisting it sideways along with the lissom canine body. A fisted hand came down just behind the werewolf’s ear. The vampire heard a crack of bone against bone. It was music to his ears.

The female was stunned. It brought a malicious chuckle to the vampire’s crimson stained lips and he lifted himself up and glanced down nonchalantly to the wound on his own chest. Through the shredded fabric of the black button-down he watched with a satisfied grin as the gashes fused back together. Werewolves weren’t the only ones that could heal…

Quickly grasping the werewolf tightly he dragged it along the hallway, towards the hidden stair, laughing each time her head hit the cement flight of steps on their way towards the basement prison where Katrina had been kept all this time.

He had dressed her up in a revealing starlet gown and had her hands nailed into the floor to ceiling beams, up over her head.
She was beaten and fed from so many times some of the tiny dual puncture wounds still marred her otherwise perfect alabaster skin.

“There. Go head. Take her from me.” Luka’s accent was thick and slurred, and he tossed the unconscious werewolf at the Halflings feet.

[Lt. Commander Katarina Foster]

As awareness gradually came back to her from the haze of unconsciousness, Lt. Katarina Foster forced herself to remain motionless even as agony sheered through her crucified limbs. For a long moment, she simply allowed her training to take over and she evaluated each sound and movement until she was sure that she was alone.

Only then did she take stock of her personal situation.

A glance upwards revealed heavy nails anchoring both hands to a wooden beam and blood still oozed from the piercings they had made. That sight alone made a low growl rumbled from her throat and fierce rage to expand in her chest. Segmented memories returned to her as she fought through the haze of sheer agony that had become her entire existence. How long had it been since shes seen the sun? How much time had passed since the vampire had drug her into the darkest depths of his torture chamber? Hours? Days? Weeks? Kat found she hadn't the slightest clue after the few encounters with the bastard. Pain had become her constant companion but that .. that she could have lived with.

It was the agonized screams of the others that she couldn't.

Their constant cries of pain and terror invaded her mind and made her rabid with the need to kill the sadistic son of a bitch. Unfortunately, they also raised her inner beast's attention as the smell of their blood grew more and more appetizing the weaker she fell. The scent enticed her vampiric side and he'd laughed at the hunger that had caused her eyes to grow bright with blood lust.

Damn the bastard to hell and back. He had to know exactly what it was doing to her.

Just as she was wishing the asshole to the devil, the sound of muffled thumping reached her sensitive ears and the halfling grew still. A sick churning started inside her middle as she recognized the sound of a body being dragged. Who had the son of a bitch taken now? What poor innocent would meet their doom in this hall of hell tonight? God, Kat didn't know if she could take any more of this.

But then.. God had nothing to do with the events taking place here, did he?

Sighing in disgust, Kat allowed her head to fall back against the wall and prepared her mask of indifference. Her eyes were cold and blank when the figure of the vampire finally appeared pulling his prey behind him. It was a look that took all her control to uphold when she got the scent of the creature he held.

HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD!! IT WAS MERCEDES!!! SHIT! WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE DOING IN NEW ORLEANS? MUCH LESS LUKAS DUNGEON?

Only sheer will and years of brutal training kept her face impassive as she looked from the body of the woman back to the vampire. A sneer settled over her lips as she held herself immobilize. There was no way in hell she could allow the vampire to think her weakened by the fact he held a comrade in arms. A comrade in arms that had no true battle training and evidently very little common sense if she'd come looking in this place alone.

Damn... Kat could almost admire her if she wasn't now in a position to have to try to protect her too. Her death was one thing.. She could not accept the death of a comrade.

"Why the hell would I want to do that? You are the twisted one of us. I'd much rather take you but your to much of a chicken shit to Fight me full on. You have to bleed me to the point of death in order to be able to handle me. You and your other freak show rejects. Doesn't say much for you does it, asshat?" she said scornfully, even though her voice was weak from the nightmares of the past week. "Yeah.. real big man you are... Tell me, didn't your mother hug you enough or something? Surely you've got a real good excuse in your delusional mind somewhere...."

Letting her taunt hang in the air and a sarcastic smile on her lips, Kat waited to see what the vampire would do. Goading him to turn his attention to her was the only defense she could give Mercy at the moment and she prayed the woman wasn't already dead.

[Mercedes Rowe]

This vampire was certifiably nuts. The way he clapped with excitement. That was just the first thing to set that thought off. What really had Mercedes realizing he was a nut was when he linked his fingers in her fur and started to hum a song, some freaky song she would assume sounded similar to a kids lullaby.

She had lunged at the vampire’s throat, but he had done the same and hit his mark. A whine was tugged from her throat and she jerked her head, trying to get out of his grasp, but not wanting to rip her throat open. Well, the vampire made sure to take care of that. He jerked back and tore away muscle and skin. She let out a yip and had a hard time moving her head from the muscle damage to attack his hand that was coming down on her muzzle, but her mouth still worked and she kept snapping, trying anything to get a hold of his hand.

It all had become confusion to her. How the hell had she ended up like this? The vampire got the upper hand now and was on her, keeping her from moving when there was pain and pressure behind her ear. Her sight blossomed with stars before everything went black.

The blackness was not very comforting either. Her mind was screaming for her to wake up. It was so frightened that her heart had begun to race. She stayed out practically the whole time, until after the last thump of the cement step into the basement she caught a distant Russian voice in her mind. Then she was tossed at Kat’s feet. The wolf let out a cross between a moan and a whimper.

Sounds were the first thing that she started to register in her haze then she tried to peel her lids back. The black beast tried to move when it looked up to see Kat. A growl erupted from its mouth. The skin of its lips was peeled back as it did. The vampire had really done a number on the other woman. She had to save her…somehow.

Mercedes wanted to get up and help her right now, but she wouldn’t be moving her neck for a few, not until the muscle and skin began to mend itself back together. Even then the throbbing pain behind her ear made the room spin a bit. If the pain in her neck and head were any indication, she wouldn’t be getting up for a couple of hours.

She really tried to lift her head though, but she probably got it an inch off the ground before it flopped back to the ground like a dead fish. If she was in her human form she would be cussing that vampire out, but she was still too weak to shift back.

[Luka Neverov]

Luka let out a guttural laughter, his head falling back on his neck as the wicked sound bubbled up out of his throat. The little Halfling was such a firecracker, and my, my, my, what a mouth she had on her.
There had been numerous occasions when the Russian had slapped that very mouth when she had decided to get cheeky, but each and every time he had gone back and kissed it better, which each time, had ended in her fighting him even more. Of course, it was the fighting that got the vampire all hot and bothered, and so it only made it harder on the woman. Ah…but the vampire was not right in the head. He imagined that perhaps the Halfling had begun to grow fond of him and this was way she gave him what he wanted; violence, unkind words, that penetrating azure glare that seemed to pierce him right to his cold, black heart.

If only he could have her like he really wanted her, but it was too soon for that because he knew it would only happen once her limbs had grown rigid and all that creamy skin cold. He wasn’t done playing with her yet and she would not get off that easily.

“Ah, my little kitty Kat…” He moved towards her and ran a wintery palm lovingly down her cheek before putting it to his chest where his heart should have beat. “You say such things to me. You vant to hurt Luka, da?”
The vampire shook his head and clicked his teeth in a manner that meant shame, shame, shame, though her words meant nothing to him save amusement. Poor thing. Did she honestly believe that useless insults would hurt him?

“Sticks and stones my break my bones…” Luka began and whirled, acting dramatically as if she’d just wounded him. “Neit…they really don’t hurt me.” He finished slyly and turned back to give her a toothy smile. “Luka plays vith his Kat…” And he glanced down longingly at the large black wolf now struggling to lift her head. “And he vill play vith wolf now as vell…”

And with that he kicked the creature, laughing maniacally once more before going back to the post Katrina was chained to. He undid one of her shackled hands and twined his fingers with hers, bending his lips to the crook of her neck where he ran his tongue across the rapidly beating jugular.
“You…taste…so…good.” He breathed against her throat a moment before sinking his fangs in, pulling away slightly to lap at the balmy crimson liquid. “You should know I never knew my mama. Perhaps you are right about those hugs…” He added and then he put some space between them to undo the other shackle.

“Wake your bitch.” He ordered the female, grinning maniacally. “It is time for me to dress you both. The audience vont like it if you come on stage covered vith blood. They vant to see blood spilled, and ve don’t vant to disappoint.”

(( Were we still gonna’ have these two up on stage when the force comes in to rescue them? I figured you could fight him or oblige, either way I’m easy. XD ))

[Lt. Commander Katarina Foster]

If the whole situation wasn't so fucking morbid, Kat would have been half tempted to laugh in the vampires face. Talk about a drama queen. The bastard had definitely picked his right career this time around. He was pretty good at making a farce out of everything. In fact, he seemed to get off on the whole theatrical production and the more response he got from her, the more he played on it.

Which was why in the last few days, she taken to ignoring him as much as possible in order not to give him the rise he obviously wanted.

Now though, the situations had changed and she know longer had just herself to worry about. Talk about screwed, blued and tattoed. If she'd been up a creek without a paddle before... She was out in an ocean of crap now.

Kat seriously hoped Mercy didn't expect her to thank her for this. Her own death was one thing but now she had to find a way out for the both of them and it had proven impossible with just herself.

Fuck a duck.

When the vampire moved away from the wolf, the redheaded halfling tensed and meet his gaze coolly. The gears in her mind whirled with murky awareness that wasn't quite the clear manner she normally used. However, when the fang sank into her throat, it snapped her fully alert and she hissed from the pain even as his tongue licked at the streams of crimson that flowed from the wounds. It was all she could do not to launch herself at him but that was exactly what he was expecting.

Time to change tactics on him.

Instead of attacking him, Kat cast Mercy a look that flashed with warning even as her lips curled in a snarl and a haughty, almost cruel expression formed on her delicate features.

My Bitch? I don't think so... I have no use for mangy dogs.. However, she was useful to keep the Romanian in line." she said in a cold, concise tone that belied the truth that she'd worked with Lucien far longer than Mercy had been in the picture and had no need for anything that "controlled" her huge friend.

Turning back to the vampire, she made no effort to attack but took the opportunity to force her wounds slowly closed. Her icy blue gaze crept over the sadistic creature with a "new" light and a slight smile played about her lips. A seductive gleam seemed to radiate from her sapphire depths even as she move casually forward.

"Blood will be involved, you say? You know, it really isn't polite to keep your guests starved. i would have thought someone like yourself would have better manners...."

Letting her tongue trail over her lips, Kat tilted her head and let her inner vampire shine through her eyes. On some level, she knew this wasn't completely an "act" but pushed aside that concern as hunger twinges pierced her stomach.

"Put the dog away and let me help you with your show.....I need to feed if you wish to continue our "games"."

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[Mercedes Rowe]

Mercedes had already woken by the time Luka had told Kat to wake her. By this time she had changed back into her human form. The wounds on her neck were slow healing, like most vampire wounds, but this one had gotten a good bite out of her. She was expecting a couple days, at least. It wouldn’t stop her though.

The conversation started to turn into something that she didn’t quite understand. The look that Kat gave her was cold and with warning. She dropped her eyes then looked towards the stairs. She was hurt, but her legs worked just fine, but would running only make things worse? Maybe if her and Kat tag teamed the psychotic vampire they could take him out.

Her eyes then shifted around them for any sharp object. She was good with slicing. She wasn’t a doctor for nothing. She had done so many surgeries she even knew the perfect spots to cut that would cause some major blood loss. It could be crucial with a vampire. If she could drain some of that blood it would make him weaker.

Pushing up slowly, she felt the room spin and knew the asshole had probably given her a concussion. Thankfully, this would all be healed within a couple of days. She would look back and forget this day. She hoped the same for Kat, but Kat had been held captive for far longer than she had. She did not want to think of the things that were possibly done to her.

Her hazel eyes shifted to the floor, holding them steady to keep the room from spinning as she pushed to stand very quietly. Her eyes met Kat’s then she lunged at the vampire. Her hands turned into sharp claws as she lunged to pierce him in the back, directly in the center at his spinal cord, if she pierced and got a good enough grip she could lacerate the superior and inferior vena cava. There was no way she was going anywhere without a fight. If only she could get Kat free to help her out.