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***note*** Damian is still very dead and appeared as a hallucination, not as a ghost.

Rena Mayne tensed as he moved toward her, that urge to run screaming across every nerve. But then he was behind her...pulling him into her...handling her in that way he always had. A sigh escaped her as she felt the heat of him seeping into her skin. "Is that what I should do?" she asked quietly. "Could I join you then?" her eyes drifted closed and she leaned into him ever so slightly, turning her head to inhale the scent of him.

Damian Rigaud chuckles low against your neck "You know very well where I am ... and how I got here." he says as his rough hands move up your waist.. under your shirt.. onto your breasts.. no pause or tenderness involved .. just a sense of possessiveness. There was no need for hesitation as he seemed to treat your body like it was his to have. IN the exact manner you so deeply desired to be touched but so few understood. With his calloused hands on your full breasts .. he kneads them in a slow firm pulling fashion pulling the nipples in a rhythmic way "Now, avail yourself this chance... and listen to what I say... Do you think that I woke up everyday knowing how to lead the Hounds....?" he asks

Rena Mayne shuddered as his hands moved and she simply ... let go. Reality fell away and it was just the two of them. If this was madness, it wasn't so awful after all. Her hands reached back, nails sinking into his thighs, they DUG in when he began to kneed her breast and she felt the delicious tension as her nipples hardened beneath his hand. "I did actually." she managed to answer. To her he'd seemed to lead effortlessly.

Damian Rigaud compresses your breasts against your chest in a firm claw like hold.. the hardened nipples beneath his palm pressed roughly against them. "You're Goddamn right I did.. " he says against the side of your face as he pushes his face hard against your profile.. his heavy breathing against you "They were MINE.. and they followed ME.. and that was that.." he says in a firm but quiet tone like steel. "And why..? Because the minute they didn't know that I was vulnerable. From outside and even within.. my brothers were the hardest and most primal of men. They follow a leader.. not someone that coddles them or bends to their will. " he slams you both forward against the wall suddenly "MAKE them understand who you are.. " he slams his pelvis against your ass.. crushing you against the wall as he grinds his obscenely thick and pulsing cock bulge against your ass. ".. Leave no doubt in their minds that you RULE above all others.. " he says bucking against you "THAT.. is the MIDIAN way..." he says against your face... his mouth near yours as his teeth rake painfully across the tender flesh there.

Rena Mayne whimpered softly as his grip on her breasts tightened. There was a subtle nod in response to his words, her check moving against his. She could feel his breath against her neck, hot and moist and real. "No mercy." she murmured, a second before he slammed her into the wall. Her hands shot forward to brace herself as he began to grind. She could feel the dampness seeping down her thighs as she answered in a breathless tone. "The Midian way...." her voice cutting off abruptly as his teeth raked her flesh.

Damian Rigaud's right hand slides up to clamp tightly on your throat turning you towards him. His eyes BLAZE as they look into yours. His tone is quiet and hard "You are steel.. you are the blade.. you draw them in with the dangerous beauty of the way the light glimmers off of you and they smile even as you sink the length of your razor edged death into them.." he says his face a mask of calmness except for the wildness in his eyes.

Rena Mayne's eyes met his, alight with lust and madness. The hand at her throat burned and she suddenly longed for it to tighten. Her hand moved to the sheathed blade at his side, fingers attempted to wrap around it and if she managed that, her hand would linger there as she listened to him. "Pretty poison." she murmured. Unless he stopped her, her hand would tug at the blade.

Damian Rigaud moves against you... the blade sliding out of its worn leather sheath with practiced ease. His face closes near yours as that hand on your throat brings you forward to meet him .. his mouth moving to yours

Rena Mayne felt the blade slide free, felt the weight of it in her hand. Her fingers tightened on the hilt as her head tilted to the side, giving him access to the soft flesh of her throat. A faint smile ghosted across her lips. The fear that had driven her to Marquis after Zarian had called, the fear that had haunted her since she'd begun to see the hounds in every dark corner of the city....faded to nothing as she tested shifted the blade in her hand.

Damian Rigaud's left hand gathers in the curls of your hair .. his teeth bite into the tender flesh there on your neck.. moving from spot to spot.. tasting you .. the warm tongue exploring.. his mouth rising to yours .. his eyes open.. staring into yours as he presses his mouth against yours in a slow brutally hard crushing kiss.

Rena Mayne inhaled sharply as his fingers sank into her hair, few had understood what she needed in quite the way he did. It was that more than anything that had driven her to him over and over, and that understanding was what made her hate him so violently. She stared back at him, silent and still as he pressed forward, lashes finally drifting down as his mouth crushed hers. Her mouth was soft, pliant and accepting. She reached for him with her left hand, finger trailing up the ink until they reached his shoulder. Her fingers tightened, gripping him as she began to kiss him back with a ferocity of her own as her right hand moved back. Unless he stopped her, she'd plunge the blade into his side with all the strength she had.

Damian Rigaud's body jolts with hard impact. Other than that it remained perfectly still against you.. his mouth still against yours.. a thick grunt released into your mouth.. he slowly breaks the kiss.. just as you begin to feel thick liquid in oozing into your mouth. He pulls back from you only slightly his face still hovering close and still holding you. His body shuddering .. as if it is an effort to stand .. the eyes that look into yours have no surprise.. or questioning expression of what has happened. They shine fiercely with savage pride. His lips pull back from his mouth in the feral grin he reserved for 'special occasions'. Blood flows out of his mouth.. leaking over his lips and through his teeth .. exposed now in this grin. "My very favorite....toy" he says as he moves his bloody mouth back against yours. But the anticipated wet contact does not happen… in the passage of a heartbeat... he is gone.

Rena Mayne felt his body jerk, felt the blood oozing down over her hand, thick and hot. Her mouth softened against his, her kiss almost sweet as she tasted his blood. When he pulled away, her eyes searched for his as she tugged the knife free. There was a feral madness in her eyes, an understanding of what he wanted from her. There were no word, words weren't necessary now. Her eyes closed s in anticipation of his mouth meeting hers. She was still for a long moment, knowing he was gone before she opened her eyes again. She couldn't feel him anymore. The smell lingered in her mind though, heat and smoke, sweat and blood. She inhaled slowly as it faded as well."I am what you made me." she murmured into the dark emptiness of the room.

***note*** Damian is still very dead and appeared as a hallucination, not as a ghost.

Damian Rigaud's hands grip your shoulders in a sudden crushing grip and brings you sharply back against the back of the chair. A familiar tobacco smell reaches your nose as the mouth moves closer. "Heavy... is the head that wears the crown....no?" he says in a quiet .. intimate tone.

Rena Mayne jerked, eyes going wide. She'd been drifting, nearly asleep, but suddenly she was wide awake and there was tension in every line of her body. She remembered that smell...smokey....male. The smell of the Pool Hall. "Hounds." she murmured back. "Everywhere I look...." a shudder when through her. Of all the conversations she'd imagined in her head while sitting in a cell, his was the only image she'd never quite managed to evoke.

Damian Rigaud's hands in their too firm grip of your shoulders begin to massage them.. the muscle tissue beneath them moving .. made malleable by the force strength in them "Shh. " he says quietly "I'm here now... so what is there to worry about.. haven't I always taken care of things..?" he asks .. this last his mouth nearly against the flesh of your cheek

Rena Mayne's lashes drifted down and the sigh that escaped her had a ragged sound to it. "Nooo." it was almost a moan. "You aren't. You left. You all left...." left, died...it was all the same to her. Her hands tightened on the arms of the chair. "Not here..."

Damian Rigaud rubs harder .. moving your body in a slow circular way .. rhythmically.. suggestively as he massages. "I'm here now." he breathes into your ear "So, obviously I am needed."

Rena Mayne's eyes opened slowly and she tried to lean forward, away from the sensation....away from the voice. Her eyes darted around the room. No one here. No one to see her if she were to give in to this...delusion. Still, she fought it as she'd always fought him. "I never needed you." Lying to him...or was she lying to herself?

Damian Rigaud shoves you violently forward with brutal suddenness. "Liar" he growls as he stalks around the chair in a slow deliberate walk.. his boots making those echoing hollow sounds with each step.

Rena Mayne slid forward in the chair, hands grasping at the arms to catch herself. She didn't want to look, she wasn't sure she wouldn't see a walking corpse with the flesh falling off. Of all the visions she'd had so far, this was the most real. She could FEEL him in the room. Her head turned slowly as he moved around the chair, just catching a glimpse of his hand....the chain that hung from his belt. "Go away." she whispered, but there was no strength behind the request.

Damian Rigaud shakes out a cigarette "Yeah.." he says as his zippo flares to life "The "Marley defense" I am a undigested bit of porridge.. whatever the fuck porridge is.. " he says coming to a stop at your coffee table "This isn't about me precious... *I* certainly didn't pick this apartment to haunt.. " he says with a exhale of smoke "This is about you ... and what you are dealing with... " he tilts his head in his way.. looking at you in a sideways manner his brilliant ice blue eyes looking at yours "..or not dealing with.."

Rena Mayne let her eyes travel up slowly and when they reached his face there was a little gasp. "Jesus Christ." breathed out low. For an instant she let herself believe he was real and alive and her heart nearly left out of her chest, the urge to run driving her to her feet. Her eyes widened as he spoke. "Ghost of things past? or yet to come." she asked, because of course she knew the story.

Damian Rigaud's right hand moves like a coiled snake striking .. aiming right for her cheek.. open handed.. but savagely hard. He lifts his boot and settles it on the coffee table "Pull it together.. I am here to help you .. not fucking breast feed you.. " he says in a cold tone.

Rena Mayne had been staring right at him, thinking how her mind had rendered him in such perfect detail when he struck. Her head snapped to the side and her teeth sunk into her lip. She reeled back, a hand reaching up to wipe the blood from her mouth... She started at the blood for a moment then looked back up at him. No delusion had ever made her bleed before. She took another step back, eyes wide with fear. Her hand swiped at her mouth again before she answered. "Help me? Help me what? Get in touch with my inner monster?"

Damian Rigaud's lips curl up in a slow smile as he shrugs off his cut .. his tattoo on his chest seems to be wet.. an then begins to leak.. crimson trails running down "I'd say.. you know how to reach that just fine.. " he says spreading his arms in a presentation fashion. He tosses the cut into a chair as he moves to the bookshelf "Why haven't you done this to him.. ?" he asks with his back to you as he appears to be looking over the book titles.

Rena Mayne's eyes were suddenly like saucers and the blood simply drained from her face, leaving her pale as a ghost herself. "I almost did." she whispered, the vision of Marquis and the look of alarm that had briefly appeared on his face flashing through her mind. Her mouth clamped shut and she turned away from him...away from the holes in his chest. She didn't have to count them to know how many there were. She remembered every shot. She closed her eyes again and murmured, "Just go away. I don't want you here." another lie.

Damian Rigaud turns and walks back..his bootfalls heralding his arrival. "Almost ain't doin'.. " he observes in a quiet tone. "Leadership takes its toll.. the need to protect those that look to you for guidance or safety.. or instruction... its .." he slides an arm around your waist and pulls you back against him snugly.. but not gently ".. its very isolating.. " he says his mouth close to the side of your face now "It can make people do any manner of thing to find another way to deal with it.. even... walk on their own accord to the reaper's embrace.." he says all of this in a quiet matter of fact tone. His body has the heat it always did.. the texture and smell as his flesh touches yours

I tell myself that you're no good for me
I wish you well but desire never leaves
I could fight this to the end
But maybe I don't wanna win

I breathe you in again
Just to feel you underneath my skin
Holding onto the sweet escape
Is always laced with a familiar taste of poison

I don't wanna be saved, I don't wanna be sober
I want you on my mind, in my dreams
Behind these eyes and I won't wake up
No, not this time

I breathe you in again
Just to feel you underneath my skin
Holding onto the sweet escape
Is always laced with a familiar taste of poison

Note***** The character of Vasha is very dead and appeared as a hallucination, not a ghost.

[21:21] Rena Mayne's finger ran down the edge of the ledger, teeth grinding a bit as she tried to make the numbers into something that would resemble breaking even...the damage to the carpet, the front of the bar....it all needed fixing and with the recent upheaval, revenue wasn't what it had been. "Fucking Christ." she murmured. "...at this rate it would be more cost effective to give the damned bar to Forge."

[21:23] Aravasha Yiyuan sat primly on the table edge..." so like you Rena..just throw your hands in the air and look for some man to make everything all right " she would look at her and offer a sweet smile.

[21:27] Rena Mayne blinked slowly and looked up. She stared for a moment and then her eyes darted around the room, but there was no one here to verify if the vision was real or in her head. She looked back down at the book, careful not to look AT Vasha. Maybe if she didn't look, she'd just go away. It had worked before. She closed her eyes tight.

[21:29] Aravasha Yiyuan giggles softly and leans a bit forward, her elbow resting on her knee.." why so ..nervous..someone might think you were less than happy to see me ?"

[21:32] Rena Mayne exhaled slowly and a hand reached out as if to brush something off the table. She yelped and yanked it back when it seemed to her it encountered something warm and solid. She slid sideways in the booth, eyes open and staring at Vasha. "You're .... not here." hissed through her teeth. But oh god, what if she was, she wouldn't be the first person to come back from the dead in this town. If she was real, Rena was going to look, well, as psycho as she felt lately.

[21:34] Aravasha Yiyuan leans along the table edge as if posing for an erotic photo.." but of course im here.." she sighs.." i am as real as this table". she runs delicate fingers along it's edge her eyes staring into the woman's opposite her

[21:37] Rena Mayne couldn't have looked more confused if she was faking it. "How?" It was all she could think to ask, at least at first...then, something else struck her. "Why are you -here- though. You hated me." She straightened slightly, trying to at least look a little more normal.

[21:40] Aravasha Yiyuan reaches out a hand and gently caresses Rena's cheek..." ahhh Rena...so sadly misunderstood Rena...i never hated you..well maybe just a little...but it never had to be that way. in your heart you know that"

[21:44] Rena Mayne blinked slowly, too shocked to recoil from the touch. Her eyes closed again and she willed the vision, if it was such, to go away. When they opened though, it was still there. Or...Vasha was. She reached up to push her hair out of her eyes and her hand trembled slightly. She quickly dropped it to the table...."Seems like that's how it was meant to be, from the moment I saw...well. You know."

[21:46] Aravasha Yiyuan rests her chin demurely in her palms as she looks closely at renaa soft smile to her lips.." what do i know..i don't know what i know unless you tell me what i know"

[21:51] Rena Mayne blinked again, this was all too surreal. She'd been seeing things that weren't there, she knew that...and hearing people long gone as well. But this was the first time she'd found herself having a conversation with .... she shook her head and looked down at the book. "You always had pretty strong opinions about me before. Cloning go bad or something...missing a few key memories there?" she risked a look up to see the other woman's reaction.

[21:54] Aravasha Yiyuan continues resting her chin in her hands and doesn't even blink , just that same soft smile.." ohh i know..i just want to hear you say it..say -HIS- name ..you know you want to..you always wanted to..scream it as you felt his rough hands roaming across your bare flesh..as you writhed underneath him..all the while imagining yourself in -MY- place "

[21:56] Rena Mayne sucked in a breath. Well, if she was a clone, she remembered it all... "You always thought that, but I never wanted to take your place...didn't want to take him away. I knew where I fit in. I didn't like it but I knew." Her hand curled into a fist and she looked back down at the ledger.

[22:00] Aravasha Yiyuan chuckles softly and rolls over onto her back , arched suggestively as she rest one leg on an upraised knee.." its you that never understood..i never saw you as a threat..i knew where i fit into His life and was content with it...He had others...so many others...and it was always fine with me "

[22:02] Rena Mayne's eyes narrowed. "Fine with you." she repeated. "Was it? Really?" she was starting to believe Vasha was really there, and not in her head. After all, Rith had come back...why not Vasha. Maybe Damian had planned for her survival. She leaned toward her. "How could you be ok with it? I know you loved him. I mean...I said I was ok with it with Forge too, but I hated them all."

[22:06] Aravasha Yiyuan rolls back over to her side, an arm laying gently along her hip as she looked deeply into Rena's searching eyes..." because i loved him..it made him happy..the chase , the conquest..he needed that to feel ...to feel happy...i never hated any of them..Guin was my only friend..do you think i didn't know what was happening with them...-I- encouraged her to continue the relationship"

[22:09] Rena Mayne nodded slowly. "She told me." she looked up, finally meeting Vasha's eyes. "I couldn't have done that. I didn't want to know about them...and when I did know I made sure they hurt...if Forge had had a ...Guin, well. I'd have killed her." she scooted closer to Vasha. "How could you not hate her?? I hated him for taking her away from me."

[22:15] Aravasha Yiyuan sits up then and leans very close to rena, their noses almost touching, their eyes locked together...." the key is ..acceptance ..to value what -He- is willing to give...to never demand , never cling...to never appear needy....but you , you never could quite achieve that, could you. i remember when you were always just on the fringe ..always just close enough but never too close to be noticed..or thinking you weren't noticed"

[22:19] Rena Mayne didn't pull away as Vasha neared, at least not until the last comment, that made her wince and then rear back. "I was an idiot then, an idiot who didn't know what she was getting into." well, it was partially true, she'd thought she'd known exactly what she was getting into...but she'd stayed on the fringes, not because she didn't want it but because she was afraid. Afraid of all of them, but mostly afraid of that thing inside her that had drawn her to them.

[22:24] Aravasha Yiyuan remains so close.." ohh Rena Rena..when will it end..when will you stop lying to yourself..you -knew- you craved it ,needed it,,begggged for it...we both know it's true"

[22:26] Rena Mayne shook her head, violently. "I never...begged. Never. I ran, he chased." she closed her eyes again, a trembling hand reaching to close the book. "I never asked." whispered....

[22:28] Guinevere Fouroux doesn't just appear in the Peep Show, as her pixels might indicate. Instead she leads Ixion through the streets, to the waterfront. She gives the bar to her right a speculative, thoughtful look as they pass, but moves on and pushes open the door to the Peep. "Knock knock." At a glance, there's no one around, until she spots Rena at one of the booths. "Avon calling." Not noticing anything amiss at first, she tugs Ixion in the rest of the way and lets the door swing shut behind them.

[22:28] Aravasha Yiyuan smiles almost cruelly before laying her cheek gently against Rena's ..." i know ..i know ..and it was the same..every time ...ohh so many times "

[22:33] Rena Mayne reared back, pulling away from Vasha as if she'd been burned. "Never again." she repeated the words she'd said to Marquis. "No more fucking Hounds." A split second after she spoke, Guin's voice registered and she looked her way, then back at Vasha on the table.

'Cuz you know I don't do sadness,
Not even a little bit.
Just don't need it in my life.
Don't want any part of it.
I don't do sadness.
Hey, I've done my time
Lookin' back on it all.
Man, it blows my mind.
I don't do sadness,
So been there.
Don't do sadness,
Just don't care.

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