Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Intrigue. Boredom.
These were the two main things that had driven Draven to join Sindicate‘s pack. For yes, Draven had his play things, both those past and present. And if he ever tired of one or if they died, he could just simply get another via hypnosis in order to turn them into his Mesmer. But there was something… Lacking in his life. And based on how Sindicate had acted when he had first met the brute, Draven had to admit that he was… intrigued. Interested. Curious even. There were very few in his life that he had ever considered friends - and up until recently, there had been none presently. He was too cocky, had too high of a sense of self-importance, and compared to most of the wolves he met, was too fucking smart. He had… An odd personality to be sure, one that rubbed most the wrong way or else terrified them, but he did have quite to the brain on him. There was hardly anything that he could not figure out how to do… Perhaps he would not necessarily become an expert at it, but he could at least do it, and do it well enough to succeed. And that gave him somewhat of a God complex, especially considering that he was now the first in his line of vampires, for all intents and purposes the vampire king. The eldest in Blossom Forest of the dreor stragga. There were few he actually saw as his equal, and a wolf would need to be at least his equal in order for him to respect them enough to even consider calling them a friend. But in joining Sindicate‘s pack, he found wolves that he could relate to, ones that he could potentially even form a friendship with, and two particular names came to mind – Sindicate of course, and Cersei. Draven would be lying if he said that he did not feel any sort of attraction to the female… Even to the male. The vampire was bisexual… Or perhaps pansexual. He did not care much for labels, but there was not much that he would not have sex with. But there was a difference between the rape that he inflicted upon his Mesmers and his slaves, and a mutually respective roll in the hay. And sometimes the mutually respective roll in the hay. In terms of Sin and Cersei, one would do, or the other… Or both at the same time. Or, as he thought of it, neither would be fine as well… Especially if he earned lifelong camaraderie out of the whole deal.
But just because he joined a pack did not mean that his own plans would be left to the wayside and forgotten. He did not forget grudges, and would always carry them through with full revenge… And that was the best last little bit of the plan that he would inflict upon Kershov, king of the sea pack, and protector of Draven‘s old love. Not that Halina had ever loved Draven, but he had desired her. It did not matter that her sexuality would never allow her to lay with a man as she was a lesbian, but he had taken it as a personal offense… And so of course, logically, he had tried to murder her the most painful of ways. The story of course was a bit more complicated than all that, but that is a story already tried and true, told time and again. In short, Kershov had saved Halina‘s life… And in doing so had gotten in Draven’s way. Long before now, when this entire plan had gone into motion, Draven had kidnapped Kershov‘s heir, Gwyneira, and then used that to allow the infiltration of his Mesmer Briseis into Kershov‘s pack. And now, now that Gwyneira had killed her brother, it was time for Gwen herself to die. But more than that, especially with the recent death of Laenaya, it was time for Brie to come home. Home to his prison, with no bars, but invisible lines set only by his spoken word. And, it was time for Kershov to know the true heritage of Brie in the first place… It would all be so brilliant and bloody.
Not for the first time, he approached the border of Uyaraut, and called out for Brie. He had met up with her on one of her trips outside the pack recently, and had commanded her to be near to the border at this time, on this day. It was a matter of minutes before she arrived, and just as planned, she had the little princess toted along, oblivious as to what was about it happen. It was all as he had commanded it to be, all as it should be, and all as it would be. Perhaps it was a newfound sense of confidence that shot across the heir‘s face when she saw him, but there was no fear there. Draven cared not - there would be fear soon enough.
“Now.”
As a vampire, he was not allowed to enter any pack without being invited inside by a member of said pack. That had been a part of the reason why he had had Briseis invade Uyaraut – to gain himself entrance. And as previously planned and commanded, she succinctly invited him in while at the same time throwing all of her weight against Gwyn enough to set her off balance despite her superior training. It was just enough for Draven to surprise her as he leapt over the border, grasping her nape in his strong jaws and throwing her across the border. She tumbled into a rolling heap even as Briseis cried out how sorry she was with large saline tears that stung her eyes and stained her face. Draven laughed maniacally before leaping at the princess again. For Gwyneira‘s part, she held her ground well. She was but a teenager, and although her training was not anywhere near being complete, she had been trained well by her mother. She snapped at him, teeth cutting a gash in his right shoulder, but her mistake was not realizing that he didn’t care about the pain if it meant inflicting pain of his own. He took advantage of her proximity and had snapped down on her left forelimb, breaking her radius and ulna. She screamed, and Draven laughed again and swiveled to the side as she let go of his skin, not caring that he was bleeding himself. Her scream turned into one of anguish as the vampire venom begin to sweep through her system, but still he overdid himself - he bit down on each of her other legs, breaking each one of them, rendering her as useless and immobile. And then, Draven called to the sky for Kershov to come.
“Briseis, to my side. You shall follow me when we run, and tonight you shall be in my den.”
But his attentions to the alpha‘s daughter were not done, were not over. Even though she screamed, he mounted her, and violated her in the worst way possible, thrusting deep within her over and over until he released his seed into her womb. It was no use in terms of procreation - he was sterile, and she would soon be dead anyway. When he withdrew, he saw himself pouring out of her, and knew that her father would see it as well. And then Draven waited, patiently, for Kershov to arrive. And when he did? The following was what Draven would say…
“Hello, my… Acquaintance. Long ago, you got involved in something in which you should’ve had nothing to do with. And I will repay you tonight, tenfold. Your daughter will die, after having all of her limbs broken, being poisoned by vampire venom, and have been experienced the pain and humiliation of rape. But before she dies, I have commanded her to tell you this – Gwyn, can I call you Gwyn? Who was it who kidnapped you originally? Give the name now, quickly before your heart stops.”
Gwyneira screamed again, but managed to eke out the following: ‘It was you, asshole. It was Draven.’
The vampire turned his cruel crimsons onto Brie know. “And you, my sweet thing. Tell your beloved Kershov two things - who is your master, and who is your father.” Briseis had not stopped crying all of this time, but now that she was released from the previous command which had prevented her from making any statement about Draven or her bloodline, she spoke quickly. ‘I am so sorry Kershov, I was forbidden from telling you. Draven is my master, and I cannot disobey him. But you… You are my father, and Kahlan my mother.’ Draven slapped her across the face with his claws, drawing blood and scarring her face. “Fool! I did not demand that you name your mother. But it any rate, all that is said is true, and so now I repay you my revenge. You saved Halna when her death should have been mine. I now will take from you Gwyneira, whose life should’ve been yours.” And with that, Draven reached down and tore out her throat, tossing the collection of trachea, jugular, and carotid across the boundary, before turning head to tail and running into the forest, where he knew his scent would not be able to be followed.
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