Dome: Dia and Satora Eat Out

Satora Razza  

~I slipped on my favorite pair of combat boots, carefully tucking the black fatigue pants inside. Barber's Adagio for Strings drifted softly through my rooms as I walked over to my weapons cache. Dia had called as evening approached, letting me know to suit up. As I recalled the cheer in his voice I felt a smile creep across my face. Pressing the button to release the hidden door in the wall, I step inside and run my fingers over blades and guns and other accouterments. Opting for more hand to hand encounters, I strap a few blades to my thighs and slip a pair of serrated knives across my back. I grab a sig sauer MPX, for just in case, before stepping out and closing the area. I leave my room and head towards Dia's office. Knocking on the door, I call out~ Boss, you ready?

Dia Rivera *Securing his weapon in his holster he looked over his shoulder as the GenOne female entered his office.*. Yeah I'm ready! *Quickly sliding his blade into his boots he shirked on his black leather jacket. They hurriedly exited out the back stairwell into the dark night in search of prey that would satisfy their hunger.*

Satora Razza ~It was almost the perfect time to hunt as there would be very little moon out. That of course would never bother my eyes, they would only sharpen when we identified our prey. I walked briskly, a pace a human would figure for an elite athlete's running pace, there was no hurry, just a relaxation into what I was born to be.~ Where would you like to go? College children are back at play now, although they do always taint their systems with narcotics, makes them less desirable.

Dia Rivera *Shaking his head* Those kids are too willing to be our meal. I have a taste for something a bit more exotic. What do you say we head over to China town? *Picking up pace, they soon enter the sights and sounds of the marketplace. Hugging the shadows they watch as the unsuspecting pass by*  

Satora Razza ~The smell of roasted duck and five spiced filled my nostrils I followed Dia's lead through the grid of streets. He stilled in front of me, holding his hand up. Following his gaze, I zero in on an athletic looking couple, a bag of take out in the males hand, his other gripping the female beside him.~ They look so disgustingly happy.

Dia Rivera *The male's uneasiness was apparent when we stepped from the shadows. He pulled the female close to him, and watched us with wary eyes as we stalked closer. They knew what we were but they put up a brave front, perhaps feeling secure in the frivilish human laws that restricted our feedings times. Attempting to ease them he flash a smile.* Good evening. *The woman looked up into his eyes. She tensed then relaxed, returning the evening's greeting. She released the males hand and hypnotically took a step towards him her escort never taking notice, for his attention was on Satora.*

Satora Razza Your mate, she is quite lovely. ~My statement catches the male, staring slack jawed in front of me, off guard. His body responds by giving me a nod and I return a coy half-smile. I know the purse of my lips, the half-hood to my eyes will entice this pathetic male further. I step towards him as I hear Dia pulling the male's companion to the shadows. As I step, I fake a stumble and his strong arms reach out to steady me.~ My apologies. Oh, wow. Your muscles. ~I giggle as I squeeze his mediocre, crossfit built biceps. I can feel his arms flex underneath my grip.~ Thank you, for being such a gentleman. ~Letting the amber fill my eyes, I swallow his scream by taking his mouth with mine, my hand squeezing his esophagus. I grip him tight and drag him out of sight, a short ways from Dia.~

Dia Rivera *Leading her into the shadow he tugs her into his arms her body molding to his like putty. His hands encircle around her neck and he traces her soft jawline. The beat of her heart echos in his ears. Leaning into her neck, she moans as he rakes his fangs along her jugular. Sliding his hand inside her clothing, her skin is warm and soft under the roughness his hands. She wraps her arms around his neck and presses against him, It had been too long since he had last fed and he could feel the savagery in him emerging as his fangs pierced her soft skin and the warm red liquid filled her mouth. But he would not give into that primitive side of him. Not this time. Taking what he needed his licked the puncture wounds closed. Sliding her to the ground she sleeps. When she awaken she would remember nothing*

Satora Razza ~The male's body writhes underneath my touch as I lift him of off the pavement and shove him against the wall. My fangs punching out and over my bottom lip. I can smell the fear permeating the male's skin. His eyes have tears in them as he struggles to find his mate with Dia.~ Don't fret, pet. ~I push my body tight against his as I nuzzle the vein in his neck. I loosen my grip and lick and nip his jawline. His hips buck against me, I can feel the strain in his pants. I let out a low growl.~ Shit, I love a male who can take the rough action. If only I had more time. ~I strike his neck, my fangs dig deep in his flesh as his blood rushes into my mouth. I try hard not to groan as his sweet taste of fills the back of my throat and coats my stomach. Taking enough to keep my GenOne body going at full force, I whisper my thanks in his ear and lavish my tongue over the bite mark. Daintily, I wipe the corners of my mouth with my finger, sucking the last of his blood of it. Picking up the male's slumbering body, I drag him next to Dia's feed.~ Pretty good night, boss. Let's get the hell out of here.

Compound: Eli has a Heart to Heart with Hunter?

Elijah Breed

*I groan while lifting the weights. I have been at it for two hours now and was starting to feel the burn. Nevertheless, I keep going, my muscles working at a furious pace. Sweat rolled down my bare chest* Mother fucking son of a bitch! Who do I have to kill to convince Nathan that I'm fit for duty!!! That fucking bullet will dislodge itself soon, it has to! I'm damn tired of being kept at this compound like a crippled runt! Bloody.Fucking.Hell !!!

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Hunter GenOne *As I enter the gym, I hear curses and grunts coming from a corner. I toss my gear bag down and grab a towel before turning to see what commotion is. I lift a brow as I see the younger male, Elijah. His glyphs are raging in colors, displaying his anger. As to what that anger is all about, I haven't a clue. My first thought is to leave the kid alone and let him work it out on his own, but I know he is on my step-sons team. I also hear my beloved, Corinne, urging me to help the male. I let out a silent sigh and walk over to him. Even with his Breed hearing, he doesn't notice me, proving that his thoughts are far away and his anger is getting the best of him. I walk up to the bar, grasping it from his hands and pulling it easily from his grasp. He jumps to his feet immediately, his fighting stance automatic. I set the bar back into it's cradle and look upon the male. His breathing is coming in heavy bursts and his amber eyes are locked on me. I give him a quizzical look* Are you prepared to take action against me, kid? I can guarantee it won't be a pretty sight. I suggest you get a grip on yourself and sit your ass down!

Elijah Breed *The last Breed I was expecting to see tonight is Hunter. My captain's stepfather. With my luck, he probably heard me cursing and ranting about Nate's unwillingness to return me to active duty.* Hey Hunter... I'm sorry, you caught me off guard. *Chuckling bitterly* And no, I don't have a death wish. Though I'm starting to feel suicidal with this forced time out...

Hunter GenOne Good decision, Eli. *I lift a brow, unaware of his circumstances at the moment* Forced time out? I must have missed something. Is there something wrong with your or Nathan's team? *feeling a bit concerned for the young male that I call my son*

Elijah Breed Nothing wrong with the rest of the team, Sir. That bastard Dia Rivera's cronies ambushed us at the docks like a month ago. I was badly hit and now Tess has declared me unfit for duty until one fucking bullet lodged at the base of my spine gets expelled... I'm Breed, I don't go down that easy! I wish I could remove that blasted bullet myself!

Hunter GenOne Ahhh, I see the problem now. Indeed, you are Breed and don't go down easily. However, you are not invincible, Eli. There are too few warriors in the Order to allow any to go out into the field with the least bit of an injury. You know this. But right now, your emotions are getting the best of you. Use your head, kid, and not the one between your legs. You will heal and will do so much faster if you take it easy and not make your issues worse with the body torturing. Tess is a smart female and has taken really good care of all of us for a very long time. As soon as she feels you are ready, you will be back out in the field fighting that bastard along with the rest of us. There's no blame to be given. It is what it is. We have all been injured in the past. It's no fun, but we deal. Got it? *As I watch him, his glyphs return to their normal color and his eyes are back to their normal blue as well. His breathing returns to normal. He continues to be emotional but I can tell he is working my words out in his head.*

Elijah Breed *I listen to Hunter's words and they click in my head. I'm of no use to The Order if I allow myself to be re-injured... Worst yet, I could cause another warrior to get hurt trying to help me. It sucks big, hairy balls but it is what it is... *Ok, Sir, I hear you. Tess said I should be as good as new in about a month. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do until that but I'll wait.*Smiling* Thank you.

The Docks

Kellan Archer

*The fleet garage was silent but for the sounds of us checking our weapons and ammo. Lucan had okayed the operation after going over every minute detail with Rio. He was adamant he didn't want a repeat of the nightmare at the docks... We had triple checked every move, planning for what could go wrong and studied the schematics Gid had provided us until we knew the layout of the place by heart. We were ready.*

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  Rio Atanacio *Brock slid into the driver's seat and the Archer's strapped themselves in the back. Within minutes the city lights were behind them and they entered into the remote area of Jefferson County, West Virgina searching for a deactivated military training center that had been recently purchased by a private firm. The road had changed from paved to gravel with a dilapidated sign came into view* There, Brock. This is the place let's park in the brush and we'll hoof it into the compound.
• Brock Breed *shutting off the headlights, and parking the car where it will be hidden from view, I join the others, checking my weaponry. Moving with as much speed as possible allowing for Mira to be able to stay up with us, a dilapidated building comes into view. Signs were posted No Trespassing. Chuckling to myself - since when has that ever stopped Breed? * Looks like this must be the place gang.
• Mira Nicholas-Archer *Tilting my head to the side, I take the broken down building from top to bottom* You'd think that after all this time they'd realize that we're on to their "crappy old building equals hiding place for bad guys" scheme. *smirking, I pull out my gun and click the safety* Shall we? *I walk past the three breeds and enter the building.*
• Kellan Archer *It was strange... I mused as I followed my comrades into the building. I was expecting them to have guards around the perimeter. Entering this building was too easy. My mind raced a thousand times per hour analyzing possibilities. Where they expecting us? Had they changed venues already? Were we too late? My eyes scanned the dark, looking for signs of life. At least we could free any humans imprisioned here. That is, if they were still here. I heard the noise of quiet footsteps coming our way and smiled darkly. Two guards; Breed by their smell, approaching us from the right. I grabbed my knife and pretended to be unaware of their presence. They lunged at us suddenly, going for a swift kill. I stepped in front of Mira, grabbing one by the throat and burying my knife deep in his ribs. He spasmed and died as my blade found his heart. I discarded his body and turned to see how my wife was doing. The missus had slitted the second guard's throat cleanly. I smiled at her and she smirked, clearly pissed at my attempt to "defend" her.* Sorry babe * I whispered on her ear* Old habits die hard...
• Mira Nicholas-Archer *rolling my eyes at my mate* I can see that... *as Kellan turned toward me, distracted by an innate desire to keep his bonded mate safe, another breed stepped out of the shadows and lunged toward my mate. I pushed Kellan to the side and engaged the large breed male, slamming my small body into his* Not today, asshole! *His arms quickly wrapped around mine, pulling them into a half Nelson and slamming me against the wall. Behind me I could hear Kellan growling, poised to kill...but that was the last thing I wanted...this breed was mine. I thrust my foot back into the breeds groin, disabling him enough for my right arm to grab my dagger and allowing me plenty of time to slam it deep into his chest* See, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.
• Kellan Archer * I make a Herculean effort to bring down my heartbeat, which had spiked dangerously at the sight of that motherfucker's hands on Mira...* My brain knows that, Mouse... It is my heart who has a little difficulty grasping it. *Taking deep breaths to manage the adrenaline running through my veins, I keep moving forward, keeping my eyes opened for more attackers*
• Rio Atanacio *Nudging Brock toward the door* Come on Bro I think the love birds have got this. Let's head down to the hanger. *Moving swiftly Rio and Brock quietly entered the building through a side door. There were three Breed inside laughing and joking about the upcoming hunt. Rio's mouth tighten in anger as he listen to the males discuss their enjoyment of the chase. "These humans are not match for us and I sure as hell get tired of playing cat and mouse. Too bad we can't have more challenging prey" At that comment Rio step out his fangs bared and glock drawn* Will I do? *The males were wide eyed in surprise. "We are unarmed, said one of the burly built males" Rio smirked* No problema, muchacho. *Holstering his weapon* I'm in the mood for a little fist fight. *Brock moved from the shadows and stood beside the Spaniard his distaste for the Breed clear on his face.* I hope you don't mind if my friend joins me. After all we want this to a fair fight.
• Brock Breed *Standing by Rio, watching the Breed males, my fangs elongating with the need to unleash my fury on something, someone.* If we want this to be a fair fight, the Three Stooges over there need to get reinforcements. *The three Breed males crouched into a fighting stance - "Put down your weapons and it will be a fair fight" , one of them shouted.* You got it, asshat. *Moving with Breed speed, I dispatch the nearest one by getting him in a head lock and breaking his neck, neatly severing it from his spinal column, as Rio quickly dispatched the others with a shot to the head.* Did you see that? I thought I saw someone running out of the corner of my eye. *pointing over in the general direction where I saw the movement.*
• Rio Atanacio *Running head long toward the escaping male he tackles him to the ground. the fallen male twisting around struggling to free himself from the warrior's weight. Freeing his arm he slammed the heel of his hand into Rio's jaw knocking him back on his ass. Shaking his head to clear it he hears the click of a gun. Glaring up at his opponent he slowly starts to stand. "NO! ON your knees. I like that position for one of Thorne's prized warriors." Nodding, Rio settled on one knee* As you wish. *The Breed cirlcle around pressing the cold steel into the base of Rio's skull clicking back the hammer one more click.. You know I've been anxious to try out this special weapon. I hear its fireworks is better than the 4th of July's. The warrior held his breath. He knew of this weapon, liquid UV. Rio watched the male from hooded eyes as the Breed continued to talk, his weapon held steady on the kneeling warrior . Slowly Rio reached down pulling out his long daggar, in a swift fluid movement he turned knocking the gun from the males hand and burying his blade deep between his foes ribs.* YOU know I hate a lot of chatter. If you're going to kill someone just do it. *Removing the blade from the body he wipes it clean on the fallen male. Taking the gun he slips it in his belt.* Brock., let's unlock the cages and get the hell out here!
• Kellan Archer Mira and I finish our recon of the blood house without incident. I smile when I hear sounds of struggle, smell the coppery scent of blood and then Uncle Rio's voice softly chuckling. By the sounds of it, he was really enjoying killing those bastards...! Right after that, I hear the sounds of human footsteps running to the doors. Brock must have opened the cages.* Okay Mouse, humans are out. If you are going to redecorate this crib with those explosives your father gave you, I'd start now...
• Mira Nicholas-Archer *Nodding* I got this! *I grabbed the small bag that carried the explosives and began to strategically set them up throughout the building. My dad had taught me well, so I wasn't worried about accidentally setting them off...nor was I worried that the explosives wouldn't be efficient. As I set up the last brick I heard some footsteps from down the hallway; thinking it was one of the rescued humans, I stood up to investigate...only to be shoved against the wall by the neck by a JUSTUS officer. * I'm on your side! *I exclaimed, my breathing cut off by his grip. He shook his head and put his gloved finger to my lips* "Shhhhh" *He said, letting me go with a smirk...and vaulting through the broken window.* What the fuck! *I exclaimed, rubbing my neck as I watched him run into the night from above. This was bad, and I had a feeling we needed to get the hell out of here pronto! Taking the stairs two at a time, I rushed into the main room* It's done, lets get the hell out of here!                                                                             

  Brock Breed *shaking my head and grinning* You just had to use that explosive arrow, didn't you? Niko would be so proud. Now let's get the hell out of here!
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