The Drowsy One (Open)

[ajlock]

The lights flipped on. Two men advanced up the stairs, carrying the deadweight of a limp body. Aaron led the way to one of the particular chairs in the room, which had tough leather straps attached to it. They gently set the body in it and began restraining the patient, wrapping those leather straps around the ankles, wrists, chest and waist, ... just to ensure the patient was tight and safe during the process, .. OK -- No.. it was because they didn't want anyone waking up and trying to leave unexpectedly, certain precautions had to be taken, knowing it was of the nature of beings that were brought forcefully here. Aaron simply pressed a button and the chair began to move, elevating on one end until it was level. "Such a healthy specimen. I'm very pleased. You find me a few more like this one and I will reward you abundantly," he said to the men, his eyes running over the flesh of the patient's exposed arm. Each man grinned, proud of what they had managed to capture and offer up.

This one had been brought in against their will, tied up, blindfolded, and confused to certain extent. They had been ambushed and driven to this place. It was their turn to give. The patient's blood had already been prescreened for any infections or std's. After being found clear, they drugged the person with natural sedatives and sleep inducers, ones that would naturally wear off and not taint the portion of blood that they took for donation. Once the herbs took effect to the point where the patient was very drowsy or sound asleep, they would take them upstairs for the donation.

He briefly checked the patients vitals. A blood pressure cuff was used as a tourniquet. The targeted skin area was cleaned with antiseptic, and soon the sharp, sixteen gauge, sterile needle gently, but smoothly slipped into the patient's flesh, precisely into the median cubital vein on the inside of the elbow. Soon the warm blood of the patient pushed through the tube and into a special sack, gravity taking effect and aiding in this process. It didn't take long to get just about a pint and a half, a little more than the usual blood banks, but this stuff would be great after he was finished processing it into the final product. Cleaning up and removing the needle, he wrapped a bandage around the puncture area, applying pressure for a moment. Just then the person started to stir, groggily questioning where they were. Aaron looked at the men in a certain distinct way, as an obvious warning sign that they would have to act fast after the patient was unstrapped, seeing as the tranquilizers were wearing off.

Notes; It would be fun it someone played along as the patient. ^^
Open to anyone. Supernatural or not.. doesn't matter.

[aphrodite]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

She was an Ellis! An Ellis. A well known and powerful family of fireamers in Manuka, but she managed to be knocked out and taken...wherever she was..? But never minds that. She was not going to be taken down without a fight. She was not the type of girl to be messed around with. Well that failed, miss. Cause she was taken as a prisoner to somewhere. The firetamer wasn't even sure what had happened. She was knocked out before her mind could process anything. She was just doing her usual routine, taking a walk around to clear her mind. It was something she did often, but never did anything ever happen like this. But today, some dark stereotypical black car with tinted windows pulled up beside her. Aphrodite knew that was not a good sign and immediately jumped into action, trying to defend herself from her captors. But before she could even land a hit on them, they knocked her out. Then everything went black.

The female groaned, starting to stir, awaken once more. It was a sign that the drugs in her bloodstream were wearing off. She was slowly becoming conscious once more. She felt like her body weighed a millions of pounds and her mind was processing everything slowly. It was difficult to move any part of her body. Okay okay. Take this slow..try moving your finger. Can't. It felt heavy. But then. her index finger twitched slightly. Success. Aphrodite groaned once more. "..where..am.I?" She asked, her voice groggy. It sounded like she was drunk or drugged up and drugged up was what she was. Then she felt pain, not right now, but from before, like her mind was suddenly giving her the aftereffects of what had happened. . And she felt a strong pressure on her arm, as if someone was holding it, applying pressure.

..what..? ..where? Suddenly, her memories slammed back into her, bitchslapping her in the face. She was taking a walk..right...then what else...she was knocked out. By whom? Someone. She was unconscious for how long? No idea. What was happening? How was she supposed to know! Aphrodite kept mentally questioning herself, demanding answers for questions she could not answer herself. She was unaware what was happening to her. She was confused what was happening around her. As she regained the strength to move the rest of her body, she realized her was strapped down to a chair. She was here against her will. Her eyes fluttered open but all she saw was darkness. She was blindfolded. A whimpered cry escaped her throat. What did her captors want with her? Panic rushed through her. She was strapped, blindfolded and completely vulnerable. But in the end, she knew she had to defend herself from them. But how? She was firetamer. Woman. Defend yourself. Almost at an instant, she snapped her fingers and a small fire came to life in her hand, but quickly, it died off. She growled in frustration, feeling the heat leave. She tried once more. The fire erupted between her fingers. Not a huge fire, but enough to scare her captors. "Let me go!" She growled through her teeth.

[ajlock]

Despite the woman's reaction being expected, Aaron never ceased to enjoy witnessing a beautiful woman fight against her restraints. It was in his nature after turning to feel a bit elated in response towards her fear, like a dog attacking a screaming victim. It's true, his instincts couldn't help but get a little excited, and his mouth involuntarily watered slightly. He pulled away slowly for a moment, turning away to regain his composure, resisting the urge to feed upon her himself. Even though he was much more self-controlled than his earlier years as a vampire fledgling, an unruly part of him persisted to act out when there were opportunities like this to feed uninhibited. He wouldn't allow it. He wasn't a mindless, blood-thirsty animal anymore. But, she was a firetamer with her powers dampened, how vulnerable and lovely she was in this state. "I can't, you aren't going to play nice," he said grinning, almost sadistically.

Not being able to escape or injure her captors must have been very frustrating for her. Looking upon her again, he empathized with her in his mind, but only for a split second. Since they were not the average ruthless captors, they weren't going to hurt her more than the single blow she received on her head earlier and the pinch she may have felt later on from the needle.. unless she was a bad girl who refused to cooperate. Then they would have to go about things the hard way, using brute force. Fortunately, it would still be some time before the tranquilizers wore off completely, they were potent things that really gripped you after they got a hold of your system.

Grabbing the pouch of blood, he stepped away from her, signalling the men to take her away. Aaron went downstairs first to store the blood in a special cooling safe, which was categorized in a specific section with other pouches filled with the blood of other firetamers. He had quite the collection. Some of the pouches were in more advanced states of alteration, and they appeared distinctly different than the freshly filled ones. He went to a separate fridge that sat alone by itself against a wall, nearest to the stairs, snapped opened a shiny, square shaped, black packet about the size of a soda can and poured its contents into a clean glass for himself. It was nearing the end of Tuesday, and he was pleased with his harvest.

While Aaron went for a refreshment, they promptly released her from her bonds. The men both knew that even if she put up a fight, kicking and squirming, they could handle it. .. Or could they really? Sometimes they became overconfident and Aaron had to put them in their place again because they didn't recognize how their minor mistakes could domino into something disastrous. Aaron preferred to not use them, but he didn't have his close friend with him that day, Niklos. If Niklos had been here, the whole process would of gone by much faster, but seeing as he wasn't available for the time being, Aaron was forced to use old, mediocre contacts to do his dirty work of harvesting victims.

The two men lifted her up and carried her downstairs, moving her through the building until they reached a large garage with only a motorcycle and that same black car that she had been brought here with. One man let go of her feet to open the car door, and soon after the other bent over to shift her body around, gently tossing her over his shoulder. It was then that she may have felt the herbs wearing of further. One of the drugs they used on her had not been full strength due to the fact that it had been past its expiration date, which one of the men accidentally failed to notice, a mistake a novice would have made.




Notes; Welcome. Thanks for playing along. Mwuahhahaha..

[aphrodite]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

"you aren't going to play nice"

Hell no! Of course, she was not going to play nice. No no no. She wanted out. She wanted to get out of here. They had taken her against her will. That was a violation! Aphrodite wasn't even sure how she even gotten here or where she was. She hated feeling weak and so vulnerable. The sound of footsteps left the room as the men who were holding her captive began to take of her bounds, starting with the blindfold over her eyes. When she was able to see, the female glanced around the room to see two men. There was another here, who just left. Who was that? Her mind was starting to process everything slowly. Then one man grabbed her by her feet and the other grabbed her torso. Naturally, she struggled trying to break from their grasps. But her attempts to escape with futile.

Suddenly, her body shifted quickly by the grasp of the man. Whoah whoah. Head rush! The blood rushed quickly to her head, making her dizzy and stunned for a couple of moments. "Watch it!" She growled towards the man who had slung her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. Like nothing at all. Like a rag doll. She flailed and struggled under the man's grasp, trying to squirm her way out. She slammed her fists on the man's back like how those girl did in those silly kidnapping movies, but usually it didn't work. "Let's go of me!" She shouted towards him. But her actions did no effect on the large man. The man remained unmoved and focused on whatever he was trying to do.

It was so difficult to produce flames right now. It took a large amount of concentration and energy to do so. As like before, usually, she could be able to light up a fire with a simple snap of her fingers, but it took two times. Two times! She usually had good control over her gift but she was having difficulty trying to access it right now. It was distant, like behind a glass wall. Aw. Hell. No. They drugged her up, dampening her powers so they weren't at its full capacity. She was still able to use it but it would take a lot more effort. Gently, she placed her hand on mans back and concentrated hard, trying to produce some kind of flame, whether it was a small one. Or at least try to burn him. Suddenly, a small spark came from her hand and it flew towards the man's back, producing a small fire that could spread so easily. The fire became to lick and tear apart the man's shirt, burning it. Good. She may have been worthless in hand to hand combat, but she knew her abilities would be put into use.

Moments later, the man that was holding her shouted out in pain and flung her down on the floor. Aphrodite landed on the floor with a hard thud. The female gasped out in pain. Gah. That hurt like a bitch. The man on fire continued to try to put out the flame that was slowly, but surely,very slowly inching to cover his whole body. Stupid. One couldn't put out a firetamer's flame, unless it was the firetamer,. Her blue eyes glanced up at the other male who were slowly inching towards her. He was hoping to knock her out like they had done so before. This time, it wasn't going to be that easy. Aphrodite knew what they were capable of. She pushed herself back on to her feet, used the wall of the garage as support. She felt so weak now, the drugs weren't fully out of her system. It also was a huge drain to even create such a tiny flame like that. It took so much energy and concentration. It took a toll on her. A great toll. And she wasn't even sure if she could fend off the other guy. Aphrodite took a deep breath, hoping the drugs would get out of her system. Now.

[ajlock]

As one of the men struggled to put out the fire that blazed on his backside, tearing through his shirt, heating his skin as he flailed about, the other man stomped over to her and swung at her, intending to backhand her across the face, planning to put the blindfold back on over her eyes, since the other guy clearly made the mistake of removing it.

Meanwhile, Aaron was listening to the whole thing, a growl emitting from his throat as he heard one of the men yell out in agony. Something was going wrong, again. He crushed the now empty container he had been leisurely sipping from and chucked across the length of the room, where it accurately landed into a short garbage can with a melodic clang. He shoved past the door to behold the sight of the three people; one with smoke spewing from his back while he rolled on the ground, another angrily glaring at the woman with his hands in tight fists, and the woman who was weak near the wall.

This was not going how he intended it to play out. He knew that this would be the last time he would be using these guys to do his bidding, Niklos was incomparably efficient, and he would rather reward him for his efforts than these careless men. It would hurt their profits and output, but he would rather have it done properly than like this. It appeared that she was being thrown around, like some useless, inanimate object, and the last thing he wanted was for his victims-- erh.. patients--to obtain injuries during the short slice of time they were here. "What are you DOING!?" he roared. A swirl of intense orange tainted his brown irises, augmenting his gaze with a penetrating and fiercely sharp edge. His hands bolted up, fingers sifting through his thick hair to grip it in big clumps as his jaw clenched tightly shut, fangs baring. Usually he had a regard for patience, but tonight was not one of those nights he firmly possessed it.