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Gone From Daylight: Born Of Fire 7
Coming home from the old church was an exercise in control. It seemed
like the very essence of sex was everywhere. The entire city was
'alive' with it. It was in every face, every twist of the hips, every
hidden thought in the minds of the humans around us. I could feel it,
see it, breathe it. And yet...instead of being amazed by the
sensation...it frustrated me. I felt this burning anger rising to
a peak the longer I was around them, and it made me want to hurt them.
To 'take' my sex from them by force, and rip their restraint apart from
the inside, before they were able to give it to anyone else. Once you
take their body from them, they are yours forever. They'll never leave
you. The rush in that was sickening...but it electrified me in ways that
I couldn't even begin to explain.My last victim was so forming a bond with every inch of me. I ls models bilder could feel
his life force adjusting to its newly acquired space. And I found myself
targeting many people on the street as we made our way back home. Men,
women, young and old. It wasn't like I was fighting it either. It was
literally a part of me. Mixing itself with my own thoughts and desires
so flawlessly that it didn't even feel like another presence this time.
He really must have been a bastard. I know that Jun had to sense the change in me. Did he expect it? Is he
ignoring it? If I wanted him...I could have him, you know? He can fight,
but he won't be able to beat me. Not with all that best ls models
I know now. I'd
devour him whole. And his body would be mine too. He'd never forget.
Never.My mind didn't really begin to clear itself until we were both
approaching the front gate. Jun was talking to me about tonight's
practices and the meditation exercises we needed to start with, but I
tuned most of it out. His boyish voice and delicate frame were only
making things worse for me. Stirring up my unwanted lust even more than
I wanted to notice. However, my sobering moment came when we got to the
front gate of the lot, nonude childs models and I saw Napolean still waiting there for his
master. His belly against the ground, his chin lowered between his
outstretched paws, sad eyes looking up at us as we walked up. Dion
hadn't returned. And I'm willing to bet that means Taryn and Dylan
haven't come back yet either. I knelt down in front of Napolean, nd gave
his floppy ears a quick rub, but he hardly moved. He let out a high
pitched whimper, and gave my hand a quick lick for my satisfaction...but
his heart was hardly in it."You hot orgasm models
sense it too...don't ya, boy?" I sighed, and gave him a comforting
pat before getting back up on my feet. "I don't like this, Jun. This
doesn't sit right with me teen candid models at all."He looked around for a moment, and whispered, "Actually...this is
kinda strange. To be honest, Taryn's the only one Bryson never worries
about when it comes to making it home before daylight. Not any more." He
came closer to me, and he whispered, "Listen...we'll do a couple of
meditations here in the lot, just for show. Then I'll tell him we're
going out for a while to practice in asian pacific models the park. You and me can look for
Taryn and the others ourselves. Who knows? busty beauties models
Maybe you'll be in tune with
him enough to give us that extra bit of luck we need to find him. K?""I...I should really be out looking now...I can't just leave him
out there to get hurt or worse...""I KNOW! I know...ok? I don't want him hurt either. But Bryson wants you
to know this stuff. And, frankly, I do too. Listen, you've just fed for
the third time. That means your vampire 'puberty' is over. You're going
to be dealing with things on a whole new level now, and you're not gonna
know what to do." Jun saw the stress in my eyes, and attempted to calm
me. "I understand kiddy porn models that you want Taryn to be safe. We ALL do.
We've been seeing you two trade loving glances and dreamy sighs since
the first night he brought you here. We're not blind to the fact that
you're worried about this, and we know it's important. But...Justin,
you've got a LOT of ground to cover in a VERY short time, and we've got
to start now. This is where things become really dangerous for
you, and whatever mistakes you make from here on out are going to be
BIG. You've got to at least have some basic practices down in case
things go nutty on you in the near future. And considering the fact that
any and all information concerning a vampire of your caliber is either
hidden away, obscured in folklore, or forbidden to read...we're all
stuck trying to wing it. Hell, even if we were lucky enough to find a
'vampire mimic handbook', it would be based on facts and theories
that are CENTURIES old. So you're gonna have to bear with us while we
try to get this right, ok?"I looked back out at the front gate, wondering if maybe I could just
catch a glimpse of him. Just a glimpse of my angel, and I'd be
alright. But all I saw was darkness. Without him....all I big model gallery EVER
saw was darkness."How long do we have to fake it before Bryson let's us go?" I asked."We're not gonna FAKE anything, Justin. But if you give it online teen modelimg a little
effort, I'm sure that he'll let us bounce out of here without asking too
many questions.""Jun..." I whined, but he stopped me."JUST for a little bit, and then we go! Alright?" He asked. teen week model I pouted
stubbornly for a second or two, and he asked again. "OK???""Alright. Fine. But when we go out, we STAY out until I find him! No
excuses!" I told him."Deal." He led the way back into the center of the lot, and Bryson
looked up to see me clean, freshly changed, and well fed. He nodded in
approval, but watched my eyes for any shaky emotions I might be holding
back from him at that moment. I was never one to easily accept my role
in someone elses murder. I held back every time, and always had a
mounain of guilt on my shoulders afterwards. But...as much as I hate to
say it, it felt good to have it be over. To not worry about the thirst,
or the hunger pains. To not have the impending doom of it lurking over
me every second that I was awake. The faster I did it, the faster I
could get it off of my conscience and begin the art lebanese models of suppressing it
into a chamber of memories that I could work hard to forget. My God...I
really was beginning to get used to this, aren't I?My body was still tingling from head to toe, the adrenaline levels of my
donor still running on high from the shock of being attacked. I was
alive with an energy that made me feel totally reborn, more now than
ever before. As my body adjusted uk nude models to the new blood type, I felt a little
bit light headed, but it passed quickly. All that was left was this
infinite feeling brazilian models of nourishment. A more than satisfying meal that
electrified the senses and relaxed the mind. I could find nude teenmodel 16yo myself finding
a whole new balance, physically, mentally, spiritually...and only small
traces of the man I killed were left behind.As Jun walked back to his car to grab a few things for our excercise,
Trevor took the opportunity to approach me. I could feel the confident
swagger in his stride before I even caught sight of him, and knew that
he was looking to intensify my guilt with a couple of choice taunts and
phrases. But I didn't feel all that bad this time. It might have just
been some of that alternate personality coming through, but...when
Trevor came near, I faced him with a smile."Well, well...look who's all clean and sparkly again." He said with a
crooked smirk. "Tell me, was it somebody we know?""No. Not hardly." I delivered the same grin, and refused to let him
penetrate my emotions with his little game."Too bad. You know, they say the rush is ten times greater when you feed
on someone you know. To be one with the essence of somebody you've
shared a piece of your life with...mmmmm, imagine. You should try it
some time."I saw a subtle flash before my eyes, almost as if my mind had taken a
mental photograph of him, and just like with the others on the street,
Trevor's undeniable sexuality became visible to me all at once. That
irresistable urge to have him was forced upon me in an instant. The
shine of his soft blond hair, those smooth delectible lips, and piercing
eyes. I could almost smell the aroma of freshly produced pheromones,
radiating from the surface of his blemish free skin. It was especially
strong in the nape of his neck. A place black amatuer models
I was tempted to press my lips
to, while inhaling that intoxicating scent even further. "Maybe some
other time." I told him. "Or maybe...I'm still hungry...for something
else."Trevor's smile had changed, and grew wider. He scanned my desires, and I
allowed him to do so. I let him invade me, and see all of the sexual
delights that were holding me so close to him at that moment. My first
kill had once thrust us together in a passionate embrace that nearly
became my biggest mistake...and I hot model videos know that he remembered that. He
remembers kissing me, holding me...'touching' me. And while I only moved
close enough for us to stare at one another eye to eye, neither one of
us willing to back teen model studs
down, the transfer of desire between him and I was
almost aster model trains
enough to inspire an orgasm of its own. Thoughts of taking him
deep into my mouth, my tongue snaking its way around his sensitive
shaft. Our bodies grinding sensually as my hands held tightly to his
perfectly shaped ass. I could feel it. I could see it reflected in his
eyes. And I was tempted to see if he was able to models naked galleries
make good on his
promises of a wild experience. Finally, after a short silence between
us, Trevor leaned forward, and whispered, "You know...I think I'm gonna
like the new you, Justin."I whispered back, my lips lightly touching his earlobe, "I think I am
too.""Am I interrupting preeten fashion model something?" Jun came back, and was staring at us
confused. He could practically feel the heat between us, and I was
thankful for the intrusion. modell auto amateur
My sexual attitudes dulled themselves, and
my mind attempted to get back into focus. I took a step or two back from
Trevor, and lowered my eyes. I didn't try to defend anything, I simply
turned and left him there with that smug grin on his face. Jun was quick
to follow me. "You alright?" "It was nothing. Just some weirdness, that's all."He took a closer look at me. "It's your donor, isn't it?""What? No. I'm fine." I said, but he knew better than that. "I mean...I
dunno. I guess so. Everyhing I see is....'sex'. I can't help it.""Consider yourself lucky, secretary teen model dude. When I had my third feeding, it
was some truck driver from Kentucky. All I could think about was chewing
tobacco, screwing morbidly obese waitresses, and had the same Garth
Brooks song stuck in my head for a week and a half!" He grinned. "But
don't worry, it'll mellow out soon. Two or three days tops. You know, in
the old days, vampires used to think that it was the soul of their
donor, holding on to its essence for as long as it could before passing
on. They used to believe that they were literally being 'haunted' by
their victims. Turns out that it's really just a mental drain of their
emotions and memories that we pick up on as we're feeding. It's all in
your head. It'll fade once your body evens out again. Just don't do
anything you'll regret before then, got it?" I nodded, and looked back
at Trevor, who was still watching from a corner. I think the idea of
corrupting me excited him. He didn't want me for any other reason than
he wasn't supposed to have me. And even as I saw Michael return to the
lot and sit at his side, he kept his gaze fixed on me. Probably thinking
of how to use this new opportunity to his advantage.
Jun amatuer british models
took me to a spot that was away from the others, but still visible
from Bryson's truck. Afterall, we wanted him to actually 'see' us
practicing. I hope this wouldn't be for too long. I just wanted to get
out of here and start my search. But for now...I'll play this Jun's way.
Sigh...please let Taryn be alright! Please, God!My tensions began to build all girls pre model over kid model fashion again, my worries starting to take
full control again, and Jun could see it in my eyes. "Hey, you still
with me? I told you...we do this for a little while, and then virgins model
we can go.
Alright? Just give this some attention right now.""I'm....I'm trying, ok?""Good. Because I need your full involvement if we're going to start in
on this." He said, and he stood in front of me in a small clearing. I
watched him take a thin piece of cloth, and wrap it around our
wrists...his right hand and mine, binding us together. "When you go into
trance, I want you to concentrate on the ribbon, and try to dull it down
enough so that you'll be able to bring me in with you. Ok?""Wait...how do I do that?""Just take your time and feel yourself out. Don't worry, you'll do
fine." He assured me. "Now....follow my movements." He raised his hand
slowly, and then stretched it out to the side, with my wrist still
attached. "Don't tighten up. real teen models Loosen your arm. Like this." He shook my
arm a bit, and then continue to move back and forth in slow motion. Side
to side, forward and backward, up and down. I attempted to follow his
gestures, but he kept telling me that my muscles were too tense. "Don't
force the movement. Just follow. Feel the motions in my wrist, and let
your arm glide softly into you feel it change direction." He said.
"There...now you're getting it. Slowly. That's it. Don't move your feet.
Just your arm. Our movements are unified by the binding cloth. Feel it.
Know it. Good. Now close your eyes." I did as he said, and was amazed
that I could still follow his motions without looking. In fact, it
became even easier. "Ok, now, I want you to enter trance. Find
your focus, slowly, and keep concentrating on our connection.
Physically, the movement will continue, but you won't notice it at all.
Mind and body will be separated entirely, and it'll help to relax.""So this is what you do in the lot all the time?""Well...mine is a bit more complex, but yes, that's the idea. To exist
in two places at once, mentally and physically, without losing control
over either side. Being able to discover balance between them." He said.
"Now, clear your mind, and slowly work yourself into focus."Almost instantly, I could feel the rest of the world melting away, and
my inner visions got darker as my focus got stronger. "I think it's
working." I said. "What am I suposed to think about?"It was then that Jun told me, "I want you to go back, and think about
your father."The world of focus was suddenly disrupted. It brightened up again and I
was quickly thrown out of my trance. I opened my eyes and saw Jun open
his to see what had happened. "I thought I told you....I gabrial teen model don't
wanna think about him.""Justin...""NO!!!" I said, pulling my hand back and trying to untie the cloth
holding us together. "That's off limits and little padgent models
it's none of your
business!""This is something you have to deal with. I'm sorry, but if you want to
learn control,this is where we start. This is what has to be done.""I agree." Came a voice from behind us, and I turned to see Bryson
standing not far away from us, leaning up against a car, watching. I felt betrayed. I didn't need this. I didn't need them digging into my
past. I did't want to dig into it myself. "I don't see what my father
has to do with ANY of this. 16 model nudist Why is that even an issue?""It's important, Justin..." "WHY???" I shouted at Bryson, and yanked again to get my hand loose, but
Jun held us together. "What the fuck is this? I thought you were
supposed to be teaching me how to use my powers!""I am." Jun told me."Then WHY are you asking questions about my father? What the fuck does
he have to do with anything?"Bryson stepped forward. "So you don't want to discuss your father?""NO!!!""You don't even want to think about him?""FUCK NO!!!""Why not?""BECAUSE....""Because what, Justin?" Bryson asked calmly. "Certainly you have a
better answer than that."Because that heartless son of a bitch beat the living SHIT out of me on
a daily basis for most of my fucking LIFE! And when he got tired of
using me for a punching bag, he just up and LEFT! That's why!""And how does that make you feel, Justin?""How do you THINK it makes me feel?!?!?!" I shouted."You tell me." Bryson was so calm, but determined to get a direct
answer."It makes me fucking ANGRY!!!""Angry! Good! What else?""WHAT???" I asked him."What ELSE, Justin? What else do you feel?" He asked in return. I
was....lost. What was he doing? There was a pause, and Bryson continued.
"Thoughts of your father, your past...they make you angry. What else?
Confused? Sad, import sexy model maybe? Afraid? Hurt? Abandoned?"I stood silent for a moment, not moving. Then I said, "I just...don't
understand why I have to think about him again.""Justin...your abilities...are deeply rooted in your subconscious right
now. They're there, child model agencys
waiting. And the only way for you to trigger
those abilities is through emotion. Whatever you've got hidden away is
directly linked to the strongest emotions you have. And when you least
expect it, they are going to self activate and follow whatever path you
give them." Bryson moved even closer to look me in the eye. "Do the
words 'angry'...and 'confused'...and 'scared'...sound like the kind of
feelings you want these powerful extras to connect to?" I didn't speak.
Why does he want me to back there. I don't wanna go back! I can't! But
Bryson was right. Most of the time, things just 'happen' around me
without having any idea what I'm doing. I don't know how to turn them on
or off, and even though I'm learning little by little to control the
ones I'm most familiar with...I still don't have the foggiest idea how
to use these things when I need them the most. Bryson told me,
"Sometimes, the only way to fix who you are...is to fix what you
were. Don't let your past hardships define motorvenca model 547
your future choices.
We need 14yo black model you to start over. And I'm not saying that's easy, not for any
of us. But you are holding on to a lot of leftover suffering and we need
to deal with it before it shows up in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Do you understand?"
My eyes stayed focused on my shoes, my mind and body not prepared to
dive back into my past so easily. It's not something that I usually do
on cue like this. But once I felt Jun's hand begin to slowly move
again...I knew that he wanted me to try. Jun said, "You don't have
anything to be afraid of, ok? It's just the truth. You can't face it and
run from teen tiffany model it at the same time."Bryson gave me a pat on the shoulder, allowing us to continue. He told
Jun, "I am going out for a while. Doc has to feed, and we're short on
people to go with him. I want to be there just in case. But I'll be back
soon. K?" I was hoping that meant that Jun and I could go out looking
for Taryn right away now that Bryson was leaving the lot. However, when
Jun's hand motions began again, I knew that he had no plans of letting
me off the hook model young kid so easily. So...instead of fighting it any further, I
closed my eyes, and I followed his lead. I pretteen boys model let him take me back
there...where I didn't belong. The trance came over me even faster than before, and just as modelos masculinos sexis Jun said,
my movements seemed to disappear completely, and I found myself standing
in a void. No air, no light, no sound. Just darkness. Was I still
moving? Am I as separated as he said I would be? Is he even watching? It
was then that I felt a quivering sensation in my stomach, and I had the
taste of blood in my mouth. The quiver became escorte girl niamodel
an ache, and as I ran my
tongue over my bottom lip, I felt that it had been split in sexy teens models
two. My eye
had been blackened, my arms bruised and battered beyond belief. My shirt
had been ripped, and there were cuts and scrapes on my arm. I remembered
it so vividly, that pain. That agony. little pretty models There were beer cans littering the
floor of my house, but I semed to be standing there alone. It was as if
I could smell his stench lingering in the air. I could still hear the
hateful sound of his voice echoing off of the walls. His very presence
was everywhere. At first, I shut my eyes tight, hoping the vision would disappear. But
when I opened them again, everything remained the same. The air was
stale, and my body had been beaten so badly that I was afraid to move. I
saw our living room coffee table had boat bikini models
been turned over, and there were
dents in my bedroom door. I remember this. It was a day when I had
gotten so scared of him that I actually ran from his beating and
attempted to hide in my room. I thought that he was going to break that
door down and murder me for sure that day. It was, quite possibly, one
of the worst beatings that I had ever gotten from him. And I could still
feel my heart racing from the terror of it all.I'm not sure what had happened exactly, but I reached down and grabbed
my wrist, as I felt a sensation wash over it. As though Jun and I were
no longer bonded. Like he had suddenly left tiny girl models
me to wander alone in this
nightmare. I looked around me, hoping to see some hint of him still
standing there in front of me...but there was no sight of him. "Hello?"
I said, and heard an almost infinite echo of my voice, but no answer. I
stepped forward, feeling the broken glass of a mirror childrens nude model crack under my
shoes. I remembered that as well. The day he pulled a mirror down on my
head. I remember heard the crash, seeing the blood drip from my scalp,
and literally thinking that I was dead. DEAD! I remembered seeing my
palm as I held it up in front of my face, and it was completely red.
Glass shards at my feet...I remember. "Hello?" I asked again, and felt
nothing. I didn't like this. I did't like this at all! I wanted out! I
wanted out of here NOW!I busty glamour model tried to shut off the focus, but it wouldn't fade! I closed my eyes
tightly and concentrated on going home...but the vision remained. It was
then that I heard footsteps. HIS footsteps. I knew them well.
Their weight, their pace, their speed. I could hear them clearly coming
from behind me, crackling over the debris in the room. But when I turned
around, the location switched, and they were child naturist model still behind me. No matter
which way I turned, which way I looked, the footsteps were always behind
my line of sight. An empty beer can was kicked across the floor, and my
breathing quickened. Get me out of here! FUCKING LET ME OUT!!!!I felt his breath at the back of my neck, and the rage that it stirred
inside of me was unparalleled by any other emotion I've ever felt. His
hands moved teen model blunder to rest on my shoulders, and the squeezed tightly, as the
anger got choked up in the back of my throat. My fists balled themselves
up so tightly, my teeth clenched so viciously...I'd murder the whole
world just to dig my claws into this man. And just as the horrific
disgust that I had for this man was about to reach its boiling point,
the fog of my trance began to lift. It actually started to obey my
commands as my emotional mindstate went beyond my control.
However...what I found on the other side of my trance...was not what I
was expecting.Things became clearer, little by little, and my vision began to
dissipate like a thin cloud of nude fasahion models
smoke. Sounds also began to merge with my
reality again, and I heard an awful commotion coming from the left of
me. It was hard to shake my focus before it had eased me back into the
physical world, but the blurry images before me seemed panicked,
frenzied, alert. I could feel their fear, and their tension. Something
was wrong. Very wrong. Jun had disconnected himself from my wrist, and I
was standing there alone. Finally, I snapped out of it completely, and
quickly turned to see Dion and Dylan on the ground in the center of the
lot with the others around them. How long had I been under? What had
happened? Is Taryn with them??? IS HE???I ran over as quickly as possible, nearly pushing everyone else out of
the way! What I saw nearly caused me to explode into hysterics! Dion had
been hurt....BADLY! Dylan was even worse off, his ankle had been sandra model hard broken,
along with one of his arms. They were bruised all over, and I imagined
that it was much much worse before last night's sleep cycle healed some
of their wounds. It seemed that Trevor, Michael, Jenna, and Jun, were
the only ones left in the lot at the time. And when they saw me
approach, they began to look away. ALL of them....they just began
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What are they not telling me???I didn't want to see my friends hurt, not Dion and Dylan, and that goes
without saying. But they KNEW what I was looking for! They knew what my
major concern was! And they weren't telling me!Jenna felt the fear building up young ukrain models inside of me so fast that she could
hardly get a grip on it before she began to shake as well. In a worried
voice, she stood up and came to my side. "Justin? nnnude young model Justin, honey, we need
you to take a few deep breaths, and try to relax, ok?""Fuck a 'deep breath', where's Taryn?" I said, unable to take my yes off
of the twisted scene in front of me. Jenna tried to put a comforting arm
on my shoulder, but I pushed it away. I'm not looking for comfort right
now, I want answers. "Where is he?" I said, stepping closer. "What
happened? Where's Taryn?" I asked again. They lowered their eyes, and I
HE?!?!?!"Jun got up this time, hoping to calm me down. Even Trevor and Michael
seemed concerned. "Remember to focus, Justin. Don't let your abilities
get out of hand...""I'll rip this whole goddamn lot apart if you don't give me some fucking
answers, and I'm talking RIGHT NOW! Where is top latina models he?"Dion looked up into my eyes, a look of shame on his face, and he said,
"They took him.""Took him? WHO took him? What happened? What are you talking
about, 'they took him'?""We were ambushed at the laundromat. It was like they knew we'd be
there. I tried to fight them off, but there were too may of them.
Justin, I swear tiffany model to you, I did everything that I could, but..." I don't
think I had ever seen Dion so distressed. He sat behind Dylan on the
ground, holding him in his arms as Dylan sobbed softly into his
shoulder. "...They mattsmodels com members
were scavengers, Justin. The ones from the subway.
They took him. And they mentioned your name."All of that fear, all of that worry...it heard those words and began to
burn. Like ignited rocket fuel, the hatred rushed through my veins like
bolts of lightning, and my entire world turned black before my very
eyes.Dion said, "They made sure to injure us to the point where we wouldn't
be able to walk home before dawn. We found a secure place to sleep in a
nearby store that's closed on the weekends, and tried to heal up enough
to come home tonight. Dylan here is still in bad shape though. He still
can't walk on his own." Dylan crawled into Dion's arms even deeper, and
he leaned down to kiss his boyfriend's cheek."We've got to find out where they took him, and get him back here."
Jenna said. "Don't worry, Justin. We'll make sure that we find him. And
we'll bring him home safe, ok?" She looked over to Trevor and Michael,
"You two grab something that we can use to defend ourselves with. Jun,
I'm definitely going to need your help, on this one."Trevor and Michael got up to go back to their habitat, as did Jenna, but
I didn't move. I was so full of anger that I thought I would send a
shockwave of destruction in all directions if I took so much as a step
out of that spot. Jun held onto Dylan's broken ankle, and felt another
break or two further up his leg. "Ok....Dylan? Your leg is kinda healing
the wrong way, and I'm gonna have to reset it, alright?""What does that mean?" He sniffled helplessly."It means...that modelismo
this is gonna hurt a little strip bikini model
bit, but by tomorrow night,
you should at least be able to walk again without help." He took a hold
of the ankle gently, and poor little Dylan did what he could to brace
himself for the pain while Dion held him tight in his loving embrace.
"You ready?" Dylan held his breath, and then nodded. With a sharp yank
and a twist, Jun cracked the broken leg and ankle into place again, and
Dylan screamed out loud as tears poured down his cheeks. Dion kissed him
again and again, wishing that he could take his pain away. "I'll see if
I can get you something to use as a splint for tonight, ok?" Jun got up
and hurried to look for something in the junkyard that would help.Dion looked up at me, and he saw the fire in my eyes. "I'm sorry,
Justin. I fought with everything I had. I swear to you...we did
everything we could."My anger litle childrens models wouldn't allow me to stand still. Not for a moment longer.
Through gritted teeth, I said, "What did they say?"Dion warned me, "Justin, don't even think about it. Ok? We're going to
find him. ALL of us! Together! I noticed that they made it a point not
to hurt him too badly when they grabbed him. incest models portal So, I'm sure he's ok."But I only asked again, "What...did they say?"Dylan and Dion looked at one another for a moment, and Dylan answered
softly. "They said you were 'late'. And that it was just 'business'."Business? Business? "That's all I needed to know. I know exactly
where to find him." I said. "Tell the others that I'll be home before
dawn. And Taryn will be here with me." Dion tried to stop me. "Justin, wait! Don't do this! You're not in the
right frame of mind. You have no idea what these people are capable
of.""They have no idea what I'M capable of.""Just calm down, stop and think. Take us with you. We can help.""You're in no shape to fight, Dion. Not like I can.""Then at least take Jenna and Jun with you!""They're not ready.""And you are?" Dion asked. He was trying to stall me until the others
returned, and I could respect that. But I knew what I had to do."Tonight...I'm ready for anything." I told him. "I swore to him that I
would protect him with my life. And I'm going to do just that. No one is
ever going to take him away from me. Business or otherwise.""You can't do this, you hear me? This is DANGEROUS!" Dion pleaded. And Dylan chimed in, "We don't want you to get hurt. Just wait for
Bryson to come home. He'll know what to do.""I'm afraid I can't do that, Dylan." I said, feeling the rage swelling
up tori model forum into a tight knot."How do you know that you'll be able to find him? How do you we know
that you'll even come back alive?" Dylan whined.And I simply told him, "I guess you'll just have to have faith.
Won't you?" With latina models teens that, I leaned forward, and with what I remembered of
Bryson's extra and Rain's, I touched his broken leg and took as ar15 models compared much of
the pain out as my abilities would allow. It wasn't healed, not by any
means, but it was enough to bring him a little comfort. I converted the
physical trauma into emotional pain, which only made the anger inside
burn hotter than ever before. And with freshly retrieved visions of my
father and my past swirling so close to the surface, I was ready to rip
this city apart. "Expect me before dawn."Dion gave one last ditch attempt. "This is SUICIDE! Do you hear me?""So be it.""I'm NOT going to lose you both to some blind anger and a bad choice!
Wait for someone to help you!""I've been 'waiting' for someone to help me for top100 preeteen models
too long, Dion. It's
time I took a stand on my own." I told him. "Think about it...if it was
Dylan out there, hurt and alone, right now....what would you do?"
He sat there silent, feeling the tears of his true love soaking into his
shirt, shivering from what was left of the pain. The look in his eyes
told me everything I needed to know, and I trusted him to give me an
appropiate window to escape. I could always count on Dion to understand.
Always. "Don't worry. I'll be sure to hurt them good for you both."I began to walk away, readying Dylan's extra to mask my exit from the
lot. But Dion asked me, "Wait! How will we find you young models babs when it's over?""Just follow the smoke." I replied. "And the trail of bodies from
everyone who dares to stand in the way.There was no more to be said. And in an instant, I was gone. By the time
the others realized it, it would be too late to follow me. I had to
perform miracles tonight, and they'd only get model in bondage in the way. It's as much
for their safety as it is Taryn's. No more restrictions on what I can
do. I had work to do.I hit the streets hard! If I had stepped any harder, the concrete blocks
of the sidewalk would have cracked helplessly beneath my feet. My
energies had gotten so riled up that I was literally radiating an
intense heat from my body in all directions. In fact, as small shreds of
paper from the alleys swirled around me, I saw them getting synged and
turning black at the edges. It took some effort to pull the energy back
enough to walk past the few humans I crossed paths with undetected. But
I knew that they could tell that I was beyond the point of 'describable
anger'!I *TOLD* him not to touch him!!!I WARNED HIM!!! There was no way to gauge the level of utter hatred churning in the pit
of my stomach like a cancer. With every single step, my muscles
tightened into a more complex knot. I could almost hear the fibers
tweaking, like an old rope getting ready to snap with any added
pressure. My mind was full of pleasant thoughts, framed by a wall of
fire. I remembered seeing Taryn's glowing eyes for the first
time...their beauty captivating my heart with their supernatural young jodi model glow. I
remembered his words, his touch, his kiss...and how he gave me an
alternative. He saved me. He brought me out of the murky depths of a
life that I no longer wanted, and made me into something more. Something
better. And he did it all with the warmth of his loving embrace.
That beauty was never meant to be touched. Never meant to be tainted.
NEVER meant to be taken away! And as long as I have breath in my lungs
and a closed fist...I swear on every fucking INCH of my life...that I
will protect him from harm! I will RIP this world to PIECES! I
will shatter mountains, burn the sky, and evaporate OCEANS, if I have
to...but I assure you that my better half WILL be coming
home with me tonight! Even if I have to beat down the devil himself to
do it!The lights of the city were beginning to thin out as I traveled further
West, the skyline fading back into the distance. And I found myself in,
what seemed like, familiar territory. But not quite where we were
before. I could see the old hill in the background, with the lone
convenience store sitting at the top. A very deceptive front to what was
going on underground. Secluded enough to hide their operation from the
eyes of anyone who didn't realize what amy keane model it really was. But I remembered
where it was. I remembered it easily. Doc's small amount of training
taught me how to find those supposed trivial kinder model sex bits of information in the
back of my mind and dredge them up for further use. I memorized every
step that Dion, Gyro, and I had taken that first night. And I traced
them right back to where I needed to be. But this time, I headed towards
a series of old warehouses in the vicinity. Taryn's presence was strong
there. I could feel it. Was he sending me a message? I couldn't tell.
But I could feel my emotions being pulled in that direction. And as I
got closer, my knuckles began to crack. The time had come.......To show this world of darkness just what kind of punishment is
involved from angering their newly appointed 'prophet'. The alley was extra dark. Not a working streetlight in sight. Only a
lone red bulb over the door leading to the entrance. But to a vampire's
eyes, it wasn't hard to navigate. I'm sure that they counted on that.
The brick walls on either side of the alley were spread apart about as
wide as four lane traffic, plenty of room to move in. Even with
dumpsters and trash on either side of the place. And the door leading to
Taryn...was about a city block ahead of me. That was all I needed to
know.I came around the corner, nothing breaking my stride. The heated
emotions within me had reached an all time high, and as I felt small
tingles of my angel in pain....my most predatory instincts clouded over
me. My eyes turned blood red, and I saw the sight of four vampires
standing in the middle of the alley not far from me, sharing swigs out
of a bottle of liquor.They hadn't paid me any atention yet, but they will soon. I wasn't
hiding. There was no sneaking past them. No invisible tricks. No
alternate side entrances or quick escapes. I wanted them to see
me. I want them to FEEL it! I need them to suffer for every minute that
I've been away from the love of my life! I'm coming for Taryn, and I'll
lay waste to evie model tpless any son of a BITCH who stands in my way! Game time is
definitely over!However...as I approached and was actually able to see their faces, I
noticed a familiar grin. VERY familiar. These weren't just your
ordinary, every day, vampire thugs. They were scavengers. The SAME
scavengers that attacked me in the subway! The same ones that hurt Taryn
before! The same ones that I saw in the IceZone! Just as Dion said.
Were they working for him now? Did he send them after my boyfriend? Were
they the ones who gave him th information he needed to find us? They
were right there in front of me...laughing. Having a good time. Enjoying
the night as though they had done nothing wrong. I could sense Taryn's
essence all over them. They were in contact with him. They struggled
with him. Hurt him. Heard him scream and took pleasure from his cries. I
never once slowed down my pace. I kept walking forward, waiting for them
to notice me. I was anxious under 18 models
to have them see me at first. EAGER, even!
But even though I was hoping to take a lot of enjoyment from ripping
these assholes to pieces with my bare hands...I could already feel
Dion's extra taking full effect on my emotions as a whole. It was like
having a dimmer switch on my very soul, darkening until there was no
light left. No discretion, no restraint, no mercy. And yet...somehow...I
could still feel the rage surging in my arms and legs. My teeth were
still tightly clenched, my fists balled up until my knuckles were white,
my footstep firm and focused. I was only 50 feet away.It was then that they saw me. All four of them. I could sense more
entities than just them though. There were at least six or seven more
hiding out in the shadows behind them. Scavengers always travel in
packs, just like last time. But it wasn't any of my concern. My only
mission was to get to Taryn. If they know what's good for them, they'll
step aside and let me do my job without interference."Heyyyyy....LOOK, you guys! Blast from the past!" alla model torrent The main boy cackled.
"What's up, little boy? You get lost or something?"I could never forget his face. I could never forget the feel of him
sinking his long fangs into the side of my neck as dasha modelflats I tried to fight him
off in that subway. The sickening feeling of helplessness...the super preeten models
struggle against his assault. It reminded me of my father, and the way
he used to beat me mercilessly for almost nude model poses an hour on Sundays. Just to
vent out his frustrations from the week. I could almost see the image of
my father's abuse in his fucking smug grin, and it only made me walk
towards them faster. "Ooooh, look out, blown model t boys! Hahaha! I think he's mad!" One of them shouted,
and the four of them lined up across the alley, ready to stop me. If
only I had the emotional ability to smile. I was hoping that they'd
challenge me. I would have begged them for the challenge, in
fact. I feel as naked kids models though I've been waiting for this my whole life. This
wasn't some sudden outburst at some high school bully, or a matter of
self defense. No.....this was calm. Collected. A direct attack on a
number of targets. And for the first time ever...I wasn't afraid. More
importantly, I wasn't being asked to hold back. I didn't say a word. I simply kept walking, my eyes focused on the door
behind them at the other end of the alley. Nothing else mattered.
"Whatchya looking for, fag boy? Huh?" One of them laughed. But I didn't
answer. I simply kept moving forward. "Don't ya got anything to say to us, geek? Hehehe, you might as well say
SOMETHING! Because we're NOT gonna let you through that door!" I
remained silent. I schoolgirl models
was almost close enough to them now for the game to
begin. I simply...moved forward. As I got even closer to them, approaching their position, their supposed
leader stepped forward to stop me. "You want your boyfriend, sissy? Huh?
Is that it?" He said. But I only continued to move forward. "Hehehe,
alright kid, you wanna tangle with roxanne teen model
us again? Fine by me!" He grinned.
And then, just as I got within strinking range of him and his buddies,
he added, "Welcome to your next beat down, FAGGOT!!!"But he hardly got the words out of his fucking mouth! My arm shot out at
the speed of light, and the base of my palm connected HARD to the bridge
of his nose...breaking it instantly! pb teen models The impact of the blow knocked him
back so fast that he nearly broke his neck, and his legs lifted up from
the ground as his body fell backwards, as if in slow motion. He landed
on his shoulder blades before any other part of him touched the ground,
and I saw a glimpse of his friends faces as they suddenly realized that
this was NOT the same little 14 year old boy that they beat up in that
subway a few months ago. I was much, MUCH, more this time...and
now...it was too late for them to run!My energies were completely off uk teen models
the charts this time around! And
the power....it felt 'good'! It felt like an explosion of the senses!
And I was JUST getting started!I didn't give the lighthouse young models others much time to think, I was reached out to grab
the wrist of the scavenger on the left, and twisted it up at a harsh
angle, breaking it nearly in HALF! Bones broke, shooting out of
the skin, and puncturing his main artery as blood sprayed out of his
wound like a firehose! He screamed out in pain, but he only had a few
seconds before I forced my elbow hard into his throat, and then hit him
hard enough in the chin to make him bite off a chunk of his own tongue!
I saw the bloody piece fly forward, and caught it in my hand as I closed
my fist again and punched him in the chest hard enough to knock him to
the ground as well. The petite models uk third henchman attempted to swing at my head,
now that he realized what was happening, but I caught his fist in my
hand, and with a simple maneuver, I got underneath his arm, and broke
his arm over my shoulder, bending the elbow completely in the other
direction. It wasn't like the sickening feeling that I first felt in the
fighting arena. This was amazing! Feeling the strength in my arms. The
sensation was unimaginable! I could literally feel the brittle bones
breaking over my shoulder, giving me a pleasureable chill, like feeling
chunks of ice crack under your feet while you walk.The scavenger dropped down to the ground, as I swung my leg around to
trip up the third member of their gang. He fell sideways, onto his
shoulder, and I jumped up to stomp down on his chest, practically
'crushing' it under my weight. The fourth scavenger came towards me
quickly, but my arms blocked every shot, and then reached forward to
tightly pinch his cheek. My fingers dug so deeply into his face, that he
thought his flesh was about to be ripped from his skull. I held him
there for a moment, and then let go once his cheek turned dark purple
from the bruise...only to teen model potal deliver a spin kick that sent him spinning
multiple times into the trash! And then, without any effort at all...I
popped the collar up on my jacket, and I moved forward.Someone else jumped down behind me, and wrapped their arms around me,
but it took nothing to reach up and twist his index fingers to the
breaking point, making him holler out in pain. My face never changed its
expression. The mission was simple...reach the door, open it, save
Taryn. Nothing else mattered. Not even the lives of these fucking
degenerates who DARED to stand between me and my love! To hell with a
vampire scripture...he's MINE!I let the scavenger's fingers go, just to spin around and deliver
several harsh blows to his face and chest, knocking him back into the
trash where he came from. Three more showed up, and even with Dion's
extra being fully functional....the anger and joy managed to pierce
through the curtain of emotionless fire. I remained ready! teen bikinu models
Concentrating on my goal, and my goal only! Bring me more! I'm READY
this time!By now the leader of their pathetic little team actually had the
audacity to get up on his feet behind me. He opened a cell phone and
called his boss inide the building. I never stopped pressing on, but I
listened to what he said. I could pick up the sound easily. He said,
"Soren...he's here! The fucking KID, he's here! He just fucking broke my
nose!" I don't know what Soren told him, but he hung up the phone and
rushed towards me. Is THIS his only defense against me? I hope not.
Because I haven't even broken a sweat yet.A vampire charged me from the side, but nearly dislocated his shoulder
against my side when I didn't budge an inch. It was as if my body had
become as sold as concrete, free modelpics my feet firmly planted on the concrete. I
looked down at him and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him off of me. I
sensed the main scavenger swinging from behind, and spun around to block
it, striking him across the face seconds later. I tossed the first one
into a wall, and pulled their leaders hed back. "Don't worry, pretty
boy, you'll get your turn next!" And I kicked him back to the ground. As
his buddy recovered, I allowed him to give me his best shot. stood back
and watched as his hands swung wildly at me, hoping to connect. I barely
had to block at all. Most of his punches were way off. So I let him tire
himself out...and when he stopped to catch his breath...I grabbed his
arm, and winked at him as I nearly tore it from its socket! I heard it
snap, I heard tendons rip, muscles stretched beyond their limit...and
the limp arm fell to his side. But I still used a low kick to brutally
break his leg at the kneecap, just for added effect. And I let him fall
to the ground in tears. Then....I moved forward!Nothing was going to stop me from reaching that door!Some idiotic thug attempted teen flower modeling
to hit me from the side, but I humiliated
him by knocking his hand away, and then kicking models top young his right child models xxx leg up from
under him, catching it in my arms. He attempted to get away from me, and
I allowed him to struggle for a moment or two, before grabbing his foot,
and turning it backwards on his leg, breaking the ankle in the
most horrific way possible. He nearly threw up from the agony. And when
he hit the ground, I twisted his leg, and broke it again. Then I pulled
it back and broke it again. Then I folded it over my knee and broke it
AGAIN! By the time I was finished, alexis summer model he was crying like a baby. How many
sleep cycles would it tak to fix THAT, I wonder? I dropped his now
useless appendage to the ground...and I moved FORWARD!There were two more vampires in that alley, and bikini model stripping they were foolish enough
to charge at me. Thinking that the both of them together against just
one opponent would give them the advantage. Hehehe, amusing. They
approached me at top speed, growling at me with their fangs lowered.
They attacked with everything they had, and I blocked and dodged every
single blow 17yo teen models on both sides. Are they 'kidding' me? I felt Dion's extra
covering almost everything in my mind, but somehow...the mixture of
Trevor's and Jenna's abilities allowed certain emotions to get through.
But were they my own, or just a reflection of what my opponents were
feeling. I'm not sure, but as the fight continued on, getting more
fierce by the moment, my anger got more and more out of control. I could
feel the fury of my father's temper sitting at the forefront of my
actions, and my rage turned into something so intense that I didn't know
if I'd EVER be able to shut it off!They kept fighting, but only succeeded in pissing me off even more. And
when I felt another small surge of fear coming from Taryn's beacon...I
knew that I was done playing around with these punks! I ducked under one
of their kicks and spun around him to elbow him hard enough to literally
burst a kidney. Then, grabbing him hard by the FACE, I swung him
around and angrily slammed his head into the side of a brick
wall...denting them inward as blood splashed out on both sides. The back
of his head split open like a ripe melon, and he left a long smear of
blood on the bricks as his eyes rolled back, and he models y.o slid down to the
ground. I was top models topless
breathing hard, heat burning up the trash around me, small
fires starting in the garbage on both sides of the alley. I stared at
the leftover scavenger, and the horror in his eyes brought an evil grin
to my lips. I stepped towards him as he stepped back, and he attempted
to make a run for it. But thanks to Chad...I'll never be outrun ever
again. He barely got ten steps away before I was standing in front of
him...and I crossed my hands across his face! My left hand on the upper
part of his face, my right hand on the lower....and with a quick and
savage jerk...I pulled his skull and his jaw in two different
directions! He couldn't even scream. His jaw had been broken and
completely ripped out of the socket, and the rest of his head was facing
the other way. I used a harsh kick to his chest to knock him to ls models nudes the
ground as he prayed to for the shock of it all to numb the pain. No such
luck...not for you. Lay there and take it asshole! With all of his friends dispatched, I made sure to return to the leader
of the pack. The most familiar face of them all. Ohhhh, how I have been
waiting for this moment. My vision deepened in color until it was almost
black, and I felt my fangs grow an inch or two longer than they ever had
before. Almost scraping my lower gums with their razor sharp point. I
approached him quickly as he staggered to his feet...and I wrapped my
fingers around his throat, pushing him back against the wall and lifted
him up off of his feet. He kicked and struggled to get away, but I held
him steady."WHERE IS HE?!?!?!" I shouted!"Fuck you, halflife!!!"I squeezed harder, and his adam's apple almost burst from the pressure.
He choked and gasped in pain, and I felt a thick acid solution being
released through my palm, burning his skin as I held him there. "Exactly
how many times do you think I'm willing to ask you this question before
I snap your neck like a breadstick??? HUH???" I squeezed harder, and
then felt an electric current shoot up my arm and go straight into his
brain, making him buzz and twitch in my amy gonzales model deathgrip! "Where is Taryn???"
He couldn't answer, he couldn't even breathe. "TELL ME!!!" I screamed! I
mentally invaded his mind, but this time, there was no subtle 'push'. No
hidden exploration. I used my mind reading ability like a fucking
battering ram and ripped a hole in his thoughts as the agonizing
pain hit him without mercy! He shrieked outloud as the combination of
torture methods overwhelmed him from every angle.I searchd swiftly through his memories, crumbling up what I didn't need
like wads of wasted scratch paper! And it HURT him! I could chopped model a feel his
suffering, and it was intense. BUT I kept charging through the halls of
his mind, wrecking everything that I didn't find useful, until I finally
found something useful. I saw them taking Taryn, hurting Dylan, beating
up Dion...and then I saw Taryn being tied up and kept in a room on the
second floor of this very building. He was still in one piece, but he
was calling out for me. He needed my help. And as I watched this in the
thoughts of this fucking bastard, my rage brned the image to ashes, and
I nearly electrocuted him into a state of unconsciousness.But I decided to leave him awake. Just long enough to let him know what
was coming. "You hurt him. My boyfriend. My angel. You put your
DISGUSTING fucking hands on him...for MONEY! And look what it got you?
You hurt the most beautiful boy that I've ever known. You caused bodily
harm and stress to my friends. And your pathetic existence has worn out
its welcome as far as I'm concerned." But just as I lowered him down
enough to let his feet touch the ground, I added. "But...above
everything else...you also hurt me once, a long time ago. You
took advantage of someone smaller and weaker than you, and made the
mistake of showing your face again afterwards. Well, guess what? I
believe that I owe you a bite. And I ALWAYS pay my debts!"And without another word, I viciously jumped forward, and I sank my
fangs as DEEP into the fucker's neck as I possibly could! They were in
all the way to the gums, the residue from my acid solution lightly
stinging my lips. Even though my body had already been satisfied
tonight, my fangs began to do their job, and sucked hungrily at the main
artery in his neck. Oh, how he wailed. He screamed like a BITCH once uk naked model
got lodged in, but my anger took it a step further, and I kept biting
down until my fangs had ripped open the teeth holes even further. His
blood was top models ninfets so different from human blood. The taste was different. It was
'used', 'second hand', but exciting just the same. It lit up my world
and my tongue moved forward to lick up some of the excess running down
to his chest. His hands began to shake violently, and he attempted to
push my head away, but I only bit deeper into is flesh. Until my teeth
finally connected underneath his skin, and I tore a HUGE chunk of
flesh and muscle out of his neck. He screamed out in agonizing pain and
fell backwards on the ground, as I rudely spit the chunk of flesh back
in his face. "Hurts...don't it?" It felt good to see their near lifeless bodies squirming in agony on the
ground before me. I had never been so pleased. And with a lifetime's
worth of anger still filling me up inside, I looked towards the outside
door, and began moving forward again. Don't worry,
Soren......I'll save the 'flashy' stuff just for you. Believe
me...I'm just getting warmed up.

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