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Damien smiled, "So you don't hate me? I mean really? In truth I couldn't tell you anything if you took Hazel and became human. Then it would become even easier for you to deny the will forced upon you...God, I love you! Put it in a blindfold and we cna get started with the other part however you want hot stuff." He promised with a smirk, "But, be careful...Yu turn mortal and you might not eb able to handle me once feeling comes back." He threatened charmingly seductive. He bit at the air in front of him where he presumed ehr to be. he felt a light pressure on his legs and presumed it to be her. "Don't forget sexy...you cna ask me anything still and I'll tell you everything you want to know...Some Witches under the influence of Wort can tell you things they didn't even know. It is a drug to our minds linking us to all Witches. Knowledge enters us and we cannot help but to let it pour forth." He admitted with a smirk that could be mistaken for a cheesy grin.

Artemus downed his head hearing her own curse. She was a Witch no matter what. She deserved death for the crimes against nature that she has conducted by simply using her magic. He clenched his fist as tight as his jaw glaring at the floor, but in truth glaring deep into his mind. He was staring at another part of him. He stood with his blade and without second thought looked into the eyes of the one who begged for death just as he predicted and gutted her clean. She would choke on her own blood before bleeding out onto the floor to die. He would clean his blade and kiss her cheek with a pray. Making sure to leave her eyes open so she could not ascend into Heaven.
Then, he saw another part of himself deep inside. It was this art he acted upon so thoughtlessly. He pulled out his blade with a cruel look in his eyes, but it was not cruelty for her, but himself. He would have to punish himself after this. He raised the blade high above her with a clean slice and then another her wrist were free of the iron cuffs. He considered killing her and being done with it jsut like all the others, but something was off, different as if one of his own past lives were making him stop as it had remembered her. He turned his back to her tightening his own grip on a desk as he dropped his blade to the floor with a loud echoing cling. "Just go! Okay?! Just go and count this as your second chance. You say you are cursed with death and rebirth...Feel life and escape death. Perhaps then Death with claim you at last for a final time. Perhaps Death will be merciful and Hell will be cruel. Just leave!" His last words to her forced tears. He had omitted everything he had been trained to do and believe in for a single Witches life of constant misery. Who knew she could die any day now and he would simply face her again in twenty years.

I'm BACK!!! Sorry to hear about the raincheck Canada trip, Kaley...

Hope moving goes well for your aunt, KT

Damien smirked almsot charmingly now, "That does sound fun...Maybe we can pretend I'm blindfolded...or if you like you can make the mixture wearing gloves and put it in a blindfold so you don't have to rub it. Sex always gets the friction going that is needed for anything." He then downed his head..."I have hazel inthe back of the cabinet. Don't be mad, but the only reaosn ws that I had it was when I first got you as a Familiar...in case you tried turning. It isn't as uncommon as you think. I've seen many Familiars go back to being Sleepwalkers. An empathy cut is a painful thing, but it can be done by a Familiar without Witchcraft." Damien said still speaking the truth. After so long of having it he would have thrown it away once he realized Variel was good, but the precaution was always there.

Artemus gave a far more vulnerable look to her like a teenage cast out formthe crowds and contemplating suicide. I have no powers of you demons. I am nothing like you worshipers of Satan. Naked bathers of the nights moon!" He spit on the floor with disgust as if having eaten a rotten fruit. "If you must know simply to prolong your agony with made up loss time...I am cursed. I was leading a group of hunters back in London and we found a Coven. Naturally no true great leader ruled it or the fight would have been far more fun. I lost everyone of my men in a slaughter. Someone had betrayed us and tipped them off. They had no Seer...We were the ones who became ambushed and what was meant to be a quick and painless death for the Witches became a bloodbath of my men. I was left beaten and alive. They cursed me as an Incubus. The curse I do not know the name of, but I am quite aware of it's basic extent. I am cursed to have to feed on soul energy. I must do so through sexual encounters willing or forceful. Every Full Moon in order for me to survive I must claim a victim...while during the daylight hours I am forced to take form of a serpent. The first earthly form Lucifer himself had taken. In order to take human form again during the day I must absorb a small morsel of soul energy. I was told of this after they had cursed me and that I would near my release should I find someone willing to offer pieces of their own soul for my survival. they said if it does occur the one will always be close to death, but never truly die. For as long as I only take parts of their soul at a time then time itself will heal their soul if they are truly of pure intent in offering themselves to me. By pure I mean with true love in their heart. I personally think it was to keep me suffering and from committing suicide. just something to keep me searching for and never find. I can't be around anyone without the inner urge to drain them of their soul. It is a primal hunger that must constantly be fuelled. I feel weak if I do not do it at least once a week. The abundance of Witches here, however, may provide em with an every night meal." He actually shared a vulnerable part of himself with her. It had happened for the first time in a very long time he felt human talking about it. "I was twenty-one when it happened." He hated this feeling. He had grown so used to being empty of child-like care and void of emotion and pain. This feeling was far from that experience.

Ash nodded to Kali and drove down the road. He smiled a bit at max, "I suppose one could say that, but I have seen the moving picture persons marrying far out of their age range in this age. It seems the old ways are coming back just moving up a bit more. Given that as long as one is eighteen in this age I suppose they are not minors after such a point to anyone who is an elder to them." He glanced back at the handsome youth laying against Kali for a moment then to Kali, "I want to discuss the matter of whether or not you had heard what the boy was speaking during his interrogation. He said very plainly a number of things in riddles. I thought perhaps as a Seer you would know how to decipher them." Ash continued with what Salem ahd said. He said, "We are all going to die. Everyone of us. When they come I won't make it. I escaped death once but he is coming for me again." Then the Hunter spoke asking of his brother. Salem had told him, "The lover of a Familiar. The name of our father of the strong and brave. One who tames and subdues. High Priest of the grieving cliffs. Eternal leader!" I simply presumed that when the Hunter had asked of a Vision Writer he was referring to you as the Seer. Salem said that you were the dark one...Desired Lotus of integrity and perfection. After that the Hunter asked him of who the next leader of the Coven was. This struck me as odd most of all given that it seemed to make no sense. Brave, strong man. Beautiful by Grace. John in old tongue. Happiness is Jacob's eighth son...promised a life of abundance by God above. Red! Keeper of the Forest!" Even worse was the last bit he spoke before we got to him. "Son of the High Power of the first New World Coven! Keeper of the Forest! Happiness is Jacob's eighth son promised a life of abundance! Reigning with power over the Earth and plants the Air, body, mind, and soul! Ages have come so long from here. It is born in our memories! It is set in stone long before our creation! Our leader will rise bound by iron chains of great power!!! Hecate's spell binds him with Immortals Breath! Be warned of his power unleashed! He will seek out the enemies he has long sought. None shall live should he follow darkness only light can prevail in hsi presence should he lead us down the path of sanctum. Not even the deals of Lucifer can bind us! He is a retribution against our wrong doers. Mortals and Witches shall come from a far to acknowledge his greatness and he will lead all beings of magic and light into a new dawn! My brother who plays my father shall be his only true enemy and in the end a great battle will come forth and destroy before it can rise life form the ashes once more!" Can you decipher his riddles?" Ash felt a deep connection to them as if Salem had been reciting prophecy from ages ago, prophecy that ash himself had heard personally.

Alex gave a light nod. during the transfer a few tears slid form the side of his cheeks and his jaw was locked tightly. He raised and hand to the side of her face with smile, "Thank you..." He looked down at his abdomen to see it healing the skin was knitting itself back together as his muscles retightened to strengthen his body. He waited for the water slowly feleing hsi strength come back to him. Finally scars were all that was left and slowly those began to even fade. He was so grateful that she wasn't one of thsoe witches who took advantage fo their familiars and saw them as simple objects to be obtained and the loss of one being a mere tragedy as if losing a toothbrush.

Artemus gritted his teeth pure rage in his eyes. He pulled out the standard Hunter Witch prod which put out over 100 watts of electricity. He slammed it hard into her leg. "You can either humour my enthusiasm and live longer or you can wait for your death to come in a very gruesome way. You see it would have been pleasurable for you." He pulled back the prod. "Oh no, not now. I am going to filet your skin from your body and I will let you know now I've had plenty of energy to last me a while. I want your death to ahve more menaing than pure sexual pleasure. I am going to make you bleed and beg for death." He promised cruelly.

[End Scene]
{Artemus took Aurelia to the Iron Horse Inn.}

((sorry for shortness I'm sort of going brain dead keeping up with four kids right now.))

Artemus smirked, "Oh no...I want to have a bit of fun first. Haven't you ever heard of playing with your food before eating it? Well, I'm playing. What game first? Perhaps we play house...I'll be the father and you can be the babysitter who is unaware of the pleasures that await her before she dies? Or a favorite of mine, doctor...You can be the patient while I give you a physical before operation?" He wasn't hungry for a soul anymore and that only made pleasure more easy to seek out. "So go on now...what do you want to play?" He said putting seduction into his words.

((sorry for shortness, mate.))

Alex nodded hating she was forcing him awake. He felt so drained he only wanted to sleep. He tried to lighten the fel of his emotions letting ehr know he was calm and trying to remain so. "Do what you have to do." He told here tired as ever from exhaustion. He didn't know if he could handle the pain, but he wasn't about to show any signs of pain infront of her without it truly hurting. He coughed for a moment bits of blood on his lip. The wounds would start healing shortly, but she ahd to get him enough blood to start the healing. He could smell it and for a feline it smelled like lunch. Fresh warm blood. He took in the smell and felt a lot calmer. He laid straight still shaking a bit from the initial shock, but he was bracing himself for whatever pain may take place.

Artemus slithered up her body coiling aorund her leg before sliding between her thighs and positioning hismelf on her stomach. This was too easy. He wanted a challenge. elvoed achallenge and he went out of hsi way to have one. Slowly with the bit of soul in him the aura of red on him began to burn away glowing brightly. The serpent started growing longer and larger limbs ripping through it's sides and slowly a face taking the serpent head's place and finally a fully grown Artemus in the buff was holding himself over her. "This is it for you Witch. I have every desire to make you suffer beyond the quick deaths I provide with most of my Witch victims. You will die slowly and painfully." He punched her in the face one hard time to knock her unconscious more fully. He knew the Witch would heal and have no bleeding or bruises from the experience maybe a light headache, but that was all. He lifted her into his arms and raced back to his motorcycle and clothes. It was about two miles off but his inhuman strength gave him speed. He laid her unconscious body across his bike and pulling on his clothes. He then pulled out iron handcuffs and wrapped her arms around his waist as he put them on. She wouldn't be able to get off the bike without taking him with her and she couldn't choke him with her hands together aorund his waist. He started the bike and floored it into a wheelie heading toward the Iron Horse Inn, where he had a room.

He pulled into the parking lot and was happy to see no one around. He pulled himself free of her hands and scooped her into hsi arms like a newlywed couple. Artemus unlocked his room door tossing the Witch onto his bed and used two more sets of iron handcuffs to strap her to the headboard. He grabbed his ice bucket and filled it with cold water before slapshing it on the Witch..."Wake up."

((Post at Iron Horse Inn))

Ash nodded plainly, "I've met a lot of older people, but they were all Sleepwalkers who never wanted to accept the position of Familiar. I know a little about them, but that's it. As far as Witches or those of witch blood...I am the oldest I know of." He said calmly. "Reyna, before you leave know that I will fidn you if I have any information about Viktor." He promised before pulling out. He waved a goodbye to Reyna and when he realized what Kali said to Salem was they were walking out of the hospital he slightly glared, "Just because I'm not a heterosexual does not mean I am available to little boys. The kid is attractive, but the times for getting with minors as they are now called has long passed. I do believe there are legal age limits now." He added as he pulled out, "Where are we going?"

Salem seemed tired and dizzy. He leaned his head against Kali and slowly closed his eyes..."I'm tired of talking about what's on my mind. Maybe if I go to sleep I will feel better." He said having high hopes.

Damien simply smiled, "I love you more than words can describe, but if I had to describe my love for you I would say unconditionally I love you. There is no amount in the world that can compare to my love for you. Infinity is a fraction of my love for you. I am fully devoted to the mother of my child. Satan only desires my child for he is envious of the beauty who I conceived it with. He said slightly tripping over his own two feet. "Where are we going, my beautiful love?" He asked unable to see that the sun was turning the night sky gray but was not yet in view. "Are you curing me?" He asked with child-like wonder? He was so dazed and pieces of his real mind were coming back. "I want to fuck you so bad, Variel. I want to feel you agianst my body...If I could feel." He added the last bit as sanity started coming back. He was lucky it was just a small does of the wort, but any dosage of Basil was going to need curing otehrwise it would be a while ebfore he could come back to his physical senses.

Alex didn't dare whimper as he felt the hazel scrape up his throat from the inside. He simply tightened his eyes and allowed a single tear to slide down his cheek. Once that bit was finished he took her hand into his fingers for only a moment to give them a slight squeeze letting ehr know he was going to be okay and it was thanks to her. Surely she felt the emotion of gratitude from him. He was sitll unable to speak. He had lost far too much blood and now his adrenaline levels had goneback down it was becoming harde rto stay awake. His grip on her hand lossened and suddenly fell limp. His body had been through alot. He was exhausted and needed rest, but if he slept it through he may not make it. He had to keep his body awake and focused otherwise it could give up and fail. The hazel was removed, but the effects would last for as long as it would take her to brew that potion. He hoped it would go by quicker, but deep down he had doubts if he was going to make it at all. He had to though. He was bonded to her and that meant if Hunters came after her he had to be there to protect her. He had no choice and wouldn't allow any other choice, but to save her from any and all dangers. He now understood what it meant to be a Familiar. It wasn't simply a slave as what Witches see it now, but in the beginning of their creation it was for protection adn loyalty between a single bond.

Damien smiled with anod staring in her direction, but he couldn't see anything but blurs. "I'm ready when you are, you sexy blob you." He choked back a laugh and waited for ehr to help him out of the vehicle. "Go ahead baby...just ask me anything...I can't lie to you on St. john's Wort...I promise. I also can't keep any of my thoughts to myself especially how sexy of ablur you are." He was actualyl staring out the side door window at a squirrel in a tree. He felt for the door handle, but touch was gone it wasn't happening.

((lol that's fine.))

The Hunters had it all planned on how to kill Sleepwalkers and Familiars now. Putting something in their lungs was risky in trying to remove it if at all possible. IT was plenty of time to track the shifter and kill them given it made them temporarily mortal, but even temporary took a long time. It was like taking a deep inhale from a cigarette. no matter how much the person exhales the smoke will still be in their lungs and so will the chemicals until they are bale to exhale it all out. To do so it would take at least 48 hours without inhaling the substance again. Not to mention that hazel was far more solid than the chemicals in a cigarette. Stephanie would have to be very careful in trying to remove it entirely so his wounds can heal themselves. The blood may clot, but a person who has been shot and the bullet removed and blood clotted doesn't mean they will survive. There was also the matter of blood loss. He would need rest and a lot of prayers. Otherwise, Alex was lost. He trusted stephanie and he was praying for his immortality back at this point even though it occurred against his will he felt so weak without it after so long of being immortal. He didn't speak a word and closed his eyes. He trusted ehr enough to think that she wouldn't let her own Familiar die. She would ahve to feel hsi last emotions and he can imagine how scarring that is. Apart formthe emotions she would be fine if he died, but if she died he did too. It meant that it was hsi job to keep her alive and now Hunters were everywhere in town slaughtering Witches as they came.

Ash nodded, "Right then, While you lovely ladies participate in a debate on relationships and legal age to pursue them I am going to take Mr. Salem to the vehicle he stole and hope tat he can give me directions to his home. You are all welcome to join us, if you desire to do so." He said unlocking the brakes on the wheelchair and rolling Salem out the door without another word. Salem could be heard out in the parking lot ranting something about, "I'm not a kid just saying...and if you are looking for a relationship I am your guy." Ash simply nodded with a grin, "Yes, and even if you aren't a kid know that I am far older than you and back in my day the age of twelve was an appropriate age for a young lady to marry a gentleman. Also, those who participated in homosexuality were hanged and tried as Witches and Incubi." Salem seemed to have nothing to say after that as Ash lifted him into his arms and placed him in the back seat. Just before he closed the door Salem finally spoke again, "So are you saying that you are straight? Or are you saying that you are out of my league?" Ash shook his head trying hard to contain a laugh given the urgency of the matter that took place before hand. He climbed into the driver seat and started it waiting for the women to come.