Where Boys Fear to Tread [private invite]

[Asphyxia]

The question Zion had first offered as apparent hospitality and the small stroke of his finger across her cheek and down her jawline were an acidic combination for he soon would get bitten, but about something he was right; Lilly was of calm nature most of the time which gave her a reason to keep calm and just soft, grungy sound emanated from her chest, gurgling in threatening tones all the while he touched her. When he finally moved away from her bed, Lilly was perfectly fine without snarling or growling for that matter. Turning her head gracefully letting her brilliant, untamed crimson hair nestle in the hollow of her neck, her eyes widened. The mention of Caleb startled her and the only thing that had currently registered in her mind was if he was in a healthy state. "What did you do to Caleb?" The strain in her voice made her edgy voice have a chilling fierce in the soprano tone, almost eerie. Now she had the choice to deliberate. She never wanted anything to happen to him and of course she wanted to return to him... it never depends in the condition or what happens to her, just as long as he's OK and living and healthy, Lilly was happy. "Is Caleb OK?" She tried to say in a smoother tone, the original sing-song flutter of her soprano-easy floating breath. The stubborness ahd surfaced her emotions; she wasn't about to answer until she knew her dear saint was safe and sound.

[Little Lion]

[Mmm, company comes in many forms. I couldn't quite tell you who you could use to help him though. xD Since you don't like him, you don't have any characters assosiated with him. haha]

The young casanova's mind got stuck on the words, searching for their meaning, their answer, their cause. The rush was an overload that numb his boggled mind and shut down his other senses in a cascading fashion. His lean frame toppled to the bed, his knees had been the first to give out. His jarring body balanced itself seconds before sliding off the bed. His eyes searched the note frantically from under brows knitted in confusion. It was the only action his mind could register to do. The pale lips parted as his breaths came staggered and frantic like an animal in panic. He moved his fingers up the edge of the note, his eyes still glued to it like more words would appear, perhaps a real explination, a reason, instruction or the worst, goodbye. Gingerly, the saint brought his right hand to his face, the calloused fingers moved from his eye lids out, consuming the majority of his face and pressing tight around his forehead and temples. The same hand slid down his face and dropped heavilly to his side as the other hand tossed the note across the bed. The hurt, paniced look on his face dissolved with a heavy exhale and was replaced by hardened eyes. He stood up and turned in a small circle. In a fit of frustration he bit his lips, his hands flew to his messy hair, twisting through the streaked, blonde roots and then ripping jaggedly through the air. "God." The word came out in low, forced groan. The bed framed creaked and groaned it's protest as the matress was forcefully displaced in a crooked angle off the side. Caleb bit his lip again, drawing his knee back from the side of the matress. Not having the displacement to hold his anger and take it out on his surroundings, he spun from his spot and in long, easy strides zig-zagged across the room in search of his jacket. He was hoping some space and air could ease his troubled mind and prayed that a drink wouldn't be his only choice to ease the heart yet to feel through the shock the depth of it's pain.

[choice one; he's banging around a lot in the room, you can hear that and show up. choice 2; I'll send him outside and there are lots of people outside ^^]

[Dara]

[i will think ... but like you say i have none of calebs acquatinces in my reptiore excet shay and we decided shes busy..unless you want a random guy to step in ?(

"Aaa Caleb,,, the.."He paused softly choosing to omit to tag the ex in front of the boyfriend. After all Zion didnt want his guest getting overly upset "your friend in the Hotel Room. Do not worry my Queen he was whole when I left him " He grinned softly being carefull not to givng to muc away from the health of the rockstar not really caring if he lived, died or just in a romatic way Kill himself..-in a Romeo/Juliet Bella/Edward kindaway-
"So Now we have the non... essential things out of the way,,, are you going to be a good litle girl and behave?" He asked once more stroking her cheek lovingly "Soo Miss Lilly the ball is in yourr court so to speak, are you going to be a good little girl or do you need another nap " Zion was quite happ to keep his guest as long as it took and Caleb wasnt going to come searching so far his plans were going perfect

[Asphyxia]

[but I... have just the perfect person... >_>] [and how kill himself in a romantic bella|edward kind of way? They didn't kill themselves. <_<]

Stiffened eyes widely glowered at Zion who was pacing around talking to the vampire goddess of her adoration, her saint, her boyfriend for over more than a year. Her body seemed struck in rigor mortise as if she had become a statue or of stone... as if her granite skin didn't look marble enough already. This guy really must be a stalker... Lilly thought to herself, rewinding the past to a few minutes ago, searching between his words for some clue or comfort. Her body loosened the struck pose when Zion finally announced that Caleb was in good shape and that nothing had happened to him. Music to her ears; that's all that mattered now. Her icy blues tormented elsewhere while listening to her kidnapper chide about the consequences but a particular word boggled her tongue into thought. "Friend?" Her voice rung in little chiming, silver bells while her body remained recumbent. "He's not my friend." She hissed through her teeth, glinting her ivory fangs along the scowl broadening her stained lips. "Caleb is my boyfriend! My life..." she mumbled the last spoken words while looking farther away from his head, picturing her saint's face in her mind and how worried he should or would be if he already awoken from this dream-like drug. Meanwhile, the red-headed vampire began to deliberate about the consequences herself. If she wouldn't comply, her rock star would be at stake. Her own life was the least of her concerns at this very moment. It seemed that every choice she solved for made a path towards the same ending and the best choice was if she finally agreed to it. She had no other choice but to be a "good girl" for her kidnapper. "I comply..." she finally whispered faintly, letting her icy blues trail away to her restrained body as all the creases and uncanny stiffened posses of her body eased.


A small grunt escaped frosty pink lips and several of groans were heard as a lithe figure shifted around in an ivory couch with an afghan wrapped around the couch decorating it. Alabaster fingers slowly ran through messy locks of raven as a angel-carved head poked up grumpily from fake-sleep. "Thuhhh..." began to whisper the velvety sounds but trailed into unfinished thoughts at hearing loud noises and thumping all around the next room. The liquid green pools darted in different places where clocks would stand finally landing on one to check on the time. "It's too damn late... people should be.. sleeping..." in a few fumbles, the small growls gurgling from his chest made him get up to take lazy steps, sweeping them across the carpet noisily on purpose towards the door. Once reached, three quick knocks was all it took to check out what was going on, but the man noticed that the door had been left open which meant easy access, come in. Letting himself in, like a shadowy ghost he entered with lightning and quiet speed to watch the young rock star whirl around furiously. A smug curled around the corner of the raven-haired angel's lips whilst his fingers touched some raven drippings cascading in the back to scratch them. "Did Lilly leave you or something, boy? You're making an awful lot of noise." His figure stood flawlessly still little inches away from the wall but bent gracefully into the wall, leaning, his head also resting on the wall.

[Little Lion]

The aggitated star was pulling at the collar on his jacket, settling it in it's naturally popped position. His hands came down in a crashing tug as his surprise guest spoke. It wasn't the fact that he wasn't alone that had caused his body to immediately take on a riged, rigour mortise state but the voice that had spoken. The way the voice had so casually hit the nail on the head. It ignited a painful spark that moved from the saint's fraying mind down his spine, burning through his limbs and clenching his fists. Time wasn't spared to think that perhaps it had been a lucky guess but where guesses met hard evidence, his tolerance broke. "What would you know about it?" The words tumbled out in a faster growl then should have been possible due to the way his teeth were clenched. He had turned to face the raven haired angel, a demon to him. The blue eyes of the saint's honed in on the other mans face. Their hollowed look didn't gain the spark that even his mother's could in a point of sheer anger. It was a clear reflection that any remnants of spirit with in him had instantaniously shattered when he had realized what the note, still crumpled in his fist, had really ment for him. He had built up his world around Lilly for the last year, and the lack of her presence put it in an ice age and spun it backwards. "What did you say, what did you do?" The star inched closer, looking more bewildered then mad. He assumed if Gerard was here and knew his girlfriend was gone then the man had to be behind it. He needed no logical reason, a past was foundation enough, especially one where the bond between him and his girlfriend had at one point bothered the other man.

[Dara]

"I do so like that..."Zion purred softly offering the traw from the glass of water to her Lips. He figured she wouldnt be able to move due to the cocktail of drugs in hers system. At least he didnt need more for now. Idly he wondered what her reaction would be when she found out that this bofriend of hers was now the ex boyfriend. It would be entertaining at the very least.
"Well My dear we need to come to business then, the sooner we are through the sooner you can return to your rockstar" He Began softly removing the cup from her lips when he had deigned she'd had enough. Enough Meant just enough to quench the edge of her thirst bit nothing more. Zion was enjoying the fact he was the one in control.
"So Miss Lilly shall we start or do you have any ojection.. Not that those are important you understand .." He hissed softl to himself plaing with a silver knife. He was planning on taking no chances with her. After all she was his trophy, his Key to a new strength and Power if everything was to go according to plans.

[Asphyxia]

The raven-haired beauty had been smiling until now, listening closely to the jittery questions Caleb spewed icily towards him. Caleb and Gerard weren't the best of friends, they never got along for one reasons: the reason that wasn't here at the moment. His eyebrows furrowing, his lips quickly pulled at either corner of his mouth, concealing the pleasant smile he mused to himself in a second. "What do you mean?" Asking this question, his eyes puzzled into a thousand of emotions, turning wary already and on his feet to face the saint in front of him. "Oh no... no, no, no, no." His alabaster finger began to gently stab the air from side to side, now giving fierce shanks towards the younger man's direction. His other hand nervously trailed across his cheek and unto his messy raven locks, messing them upward with a handful. "So... Lilly is missing?" Stopping in his tracks, his fingers took a grab of his jaw, slowly tracing the jaw line in deliberation. What had gone wrong? Wait. Hadn't he seen her somewhere? His green pools slowly looked farther in thought, idly crushing a raven lock in between his thumb and his index finger. I know that man was in a hurry... The flashback was clear. When he was getting a cup of coffee from downstairs, he saw one of the bell boys he recognized walking away in a hurry with some kind of wheel chair and someone in it. YES! A flash of crimson was swaying along his daydream underneath that cloth. Now that Gerard had been stiffened into his vision, he looked blank and emotionless. In a second, he snapped while gasping. "Of course." He mumbled. "Lilly... I think she was..." walking across the room at vampire speed, a silver object was already perched to his ear. "Yes... at what time did Scion leave today? Ah... and did he say where to or what he had to do?" His lips began to thin, creasing broadening over his cheeks until they were hidden by a sudden fury lit in his expression. Crushing the phone to the base, the raven-haired vampire grabbed a shirt he saw tossed nearby. "Put it. We're leaving."


Complying meant not denying an order and right now, the goddess couldn't afford to deny anything at this point after succumbing to her kidnapper. Of course, her lips were pressed together but she had to loosen them just the tiniest bit to let water infiltrate her mouth. It was disgusting, but anything that would save her reputation with her lover would suffice. Business. It ran through her head a million times, wishing that business meant that she could already beat the living hell out of this guy. Who did he think he was? WHAT did he want from her, more importantly. He had made his word that it wasn't sexual abuse he was after... nor more like her body but he did seem to have this craving or trying to quench whatever thirst he was licking off his lips and from his eyes planted on her figure. "Exactly what is it that you want?" She asked precautiously, eying the silver knife in his hands. He couldn't do anything with it if he tried. Lilly wasn't human and she could not be killed by knives unless they stabbed her heart which was why she had her amulet in the first place that hung from her neck in a common accessory from her neck.

[Little Lion]

The mild, accusing glare on Caleb's face started to disolve as Gerard looked at him in puzzlement. With a bat of his eye lashes over frosty blue eyes a look of confusion swept over his face. The star may have been touring all over but it hand't pulled him out of naive roots. "Wha-what?" He backed up like Gerard had just smacked him, his right hand going to his eyes. "You didn't? But... she..." The lyrically fluent star was at a lack of words. He glanced at Gerard as the older man began to mumble his assumptions. The word missing settled over him like a cool wave. It soothed the ache that she had simply left him but froze his blood and let loose in him a fear. Who had taken her? Why, what did they want? The thoughts caused a stress that knotted in his stomach, pulling and twisting, rising tighter, faster, then falling nearly bringing his feet out from under him. Gerard was already carying on a conversation on the phone whcih the star had barely noticed. He had found himself be the bed, leaning against the post for a support he could not offer himself while looking over the note which had made it back into his hand. It made sense now, the handwriting lacked a femmine touch, the name was wrong, there hadn't been enough. "How could I?" He whispered a guilty dissapointment, wondering how he could let himself believe she would leave him like that. The lone lover's form was crumpling against the bedposts as he began to wallow in his own self pity and self dispare. He was knocked out of the dangerous slip by the fury motivated vampire and barely had time to fumble the shirt into his hold before it hit the floor. The dull eyes looked from it to the older star in confusion but like the brainwashed, he obeyed. For the first time disregarding wether or not he matched, he fumbled the shirt on over his head and down around his form. He recovered his jacket and faught that on while following Gerard out the door. "Where?" He managed the question, not in the mood or mindset for more words. He couldn't understand how they would find her and had optimisim with the first realization he'd lost her.

[Dara]

(dont catch him too soon )

Zion smilled softly. "I thought you were smart Miss Lily" He hissed softly running the blade blunt along her neck. He wanted her to feel the coolness of the blade, to place fear in her cold heart. "What does any man want.... Power" He uttered the single word as if it was the most valuable thing in the world.
"I know you possess the ability to gift certain powers... I have a simple deal for you. Give me what you posses and Ill return you to your little wannabe rockstar unharmned . "A ripping sound was made as the cotten of her clothing gave way to the sharpness of his knife "I also want immunity, none of that nasty little revenge business from lover boy, it so nasty and unsophicated dont you think Miss?" He asked although it was as speaking to himself he still demanded answers. Soft fingers touched the coolness of the amulet "mm is this a gift from Lover boy...a token of sweet Love... or something More?" He dropped it as quick as he d picked it up as it seemed to issue a small eletric charge as annoying as a bee sting. "I want answers My Princess before I get tired and the knife cuts more than your pretty little top" He hissed in annoyance angry now already tired of this game of cat and mouse.

(mm btw what should happen now hes located the amulet)

[Asphyxia]

[it's not an amulet and it doesn't attack people in defense.]

Watching the saint's reactions phase in different directions, Gerard choked some sort of pity, sickening his stomach. Oddly enough, seeing the younger star so torn apart and so disoriented without his girlfriend pained him like if the situation were happening to him. He had been instantly in Caleb's shoes, feeling the poor boy's dismay. But his attention was wary once again when the young saint got up from leaning against the frame of the hotel's bed and shrugged into his shirt. The question had popped many possibilities in Gerard's head, but the real question was which one was the file he should really pull? It had been just idly though since he woke up from his wondering haze to actually stride across the room towards the open door. Still a little mind boggled, the raven-haired angel had to stop to think how he'd actually trace his once love. Trace... The word planted a stressing hiss into his lips, his fingers finding their way to frustratedly pinch the bridge of his nose when it finally snapped. "I don't know yet." He spoke in a whispered, low tone coaxed by a certain smug flow. Turning his head to look at Caleb, the corner of his lip played into a quickening smirk like if he only knew the response to this. "But I can trace Lilly's scent anywhere..." of course, the hidden message there was that the much more taller rock star didn't know that the older beauty was really a 31,000-century-old vampire. It always remained a secret to only his band mates, his ex-girlfriend and the man he once called husband.

The warmer blade--compared to Lilly's body temperature--didn't really intimidate her when lingering over her neck. It couldn't really hurt her but it did mark a faint trace of fear inside her. The wondering gaze upon her icy blues registered all over his body in a scrutinizing search for answers inside the other man's head. There was no need for that. Zion had already answered the question she was so curious about. Power. Of course. What else would he want? Thankfully, she was under control thanks to her gem in shape of a heart at the end of her necklace. The vampire goddess also couldn't move her body, but she could feel the fluids idly losing their purpose. Still, she'd remain immaculately statue still. It came naturally. But I can only gift powers for a small period of time... she thought to herself, shielding her mind from any thought trying to intrude in her head. When the gods chose her to become one of the most powerful one alive, the chosen one to prophecies, they thought over their consequences and the people greedy for power. Thus granting her the gift to grant it to other people for certain amounts of time, which wore off sooner than they could enjoy it. She wasn't going to tell him that, though. "Just a necklace." She lied, coaxing her tone in an angered hiss so he wouldn't notice. No one would notice if she were telling the truth or not. Stalling would be the way to go. Scanning her icy blues to the side, she seemed to be deliberating for a moment. Her eyes returned back in an encountering flicker. "Alright. I'll will you my power... just... just as long as you don't harm Caleb..." she whispered, being a perfect actress.

[Little Lion]

The tall star lingered a step behind his elder and idly fixed the jacket comfortably around his form. His arms were raised by his head while he set the collar around his neck in a fashion known to him. His fingers were already moving dumbly over the thread when Gerard's second statement stunned him to a stop. His eyes rose up from the floor to fix on the man's green hues. His look was blank for an instant but his gaze held a question of sincerity. A thin line appeared on his forehead as his eyebrows moved in a small incline twoards each other. His cheeks hallowed as his lips pursed and his jaws closed on the insides of his mouth. His arms limply fell to his sides and he straightened up a bit. With aggitation, he accepted what Gerard had said. He didn't possess the same querrulous streak as his mother for constant confrontation but the fact unsettled him none the less. "Congrats." He quietly mumbled the word and stuffed his hands in his pockets. The scowl lingered on his face to mask a seething hatred. His pride had taken a blow, as even after countless months, that wasn't a claim he could make for his own lover. It hadn't been the first time Gerard got the upper hand on him. The only thought that could kept him from loosing his nerve at the angel's smirk was that this tormentor was his hope. It was a devistating truth, a foul tonic and in his dumbfounded state, he'd chosen to accept it.

[Dara]

"It looks of poor value" Zion hissed softly "I dont know why one such as you wouldwear an item so tacky my dear" He left the necklace alone unaware of the power it held. So far he unaware of Gerards closing in on his hideout . He had though of laying sensing spells around the periminter in his prepation but they were weak due to the fact he didnt expect to be interrupted, he didnt think caleb would think passed his little ruse.
He drew a little s in the side of her skin , wanting to test if the drugs were wearing thin... He didnt want to let her go just yet or surprise him in an atack. He would create a tattoo where she couldnt see it. A smallsnake with silver venom (think twilight without the death part oif its added). If she reacted to the pain hed know her body was waking up.
"So How does it work , this power transfer ... and do i have your immunity my dear when i return you back to your lover-boy""

[Asphyxia]

Involuntarily, a wider smirk planted over Gerard's lips as he intently watched Caleb's reaction. It wasn't hard to figure out that the reason the tall rock star was reacting to this was because of the knowledge the older man possessed in his memory about the saint's current lover. Things he probably didn't know or things he probably couldn't do. At least his "secret" about being a vampire or hidden from Caleb was still intact. At least, he thought it was. The poise and composure his body had suddenly taken was just denoting that self-satisfied taste which he, seconds later after starting to walk out the hotel room's door, seemed to notice, causing him to be disgusted just the smallest. Nevertheless did he still enjoy torturing the poor young's soul with the simplest of things or words.
Striving now towards the elevator, he skipped trying to take it and went straight for the emergency stairs, almost flying down them from how quick his paces had been. Now that they had been in the lobby, his green hues glowered in every direction through raven drippings while his agitated steps elongated through the carpet and into the parking lot to look for the car that his manager told him he could borrow whenever he needed to just get away from that kind of vegetation and ambient that surrounded him almost twenty four seven. It didn't take him much to find him while giving quick scans for any clue that would lead him towards his once beloved and now the other boy's. "It seems this was well planned..." he pointed out by taking a big whiff of the air around him, causing him to give a small growl. "The only thing I can smell is... is..." his eyebrows furrowed now almost in a confused scowl. His lips pursed while his forehead creased. Grabbing Caleb's hand after walking around the car again, he inhaled in the delirious scent that caused his head to suddenly spin. "Ew... why do you smell like if someone injected you with some sleeping drug? Are you a drug addict?" Gerard, not being very cautious with his words, made the sentence come out with an offensive air.

[sorry for the god mod. >_>]

You could notice by the strain of Lilly's body that the drug was now wearing off. Even if she was a good actress at hiding certain emotions and certain things of matter, pain was something she couldn't sometimes just possibly cover and the inflicted wound on her side was a proof of what she couldn't endure in situations like this. It wasn't a possibility when she was under so much pressure and under so much stress to battle herself out of this and at the same time keep herself sane to not risk her beloved saint. Her world had been so centered in him, he was the light of her eyes so lately that no brilliant ideas could possibly get her safely out of here except for faking it all so she could escape the clutches of a man she didn't even know. He just happened to observe her, stalk her and be obsessed with her. And know about her powers. "I was at the comfort of a home with the warming embrace of my boyfriend. What does it matter what I wear?" This statement, like the thought she had beforehand, had caused her to blush a tad thinking of her skimpy attire and the way he was managing to create it almost slutty by exposing more of her skin. Turning her head in a bitter pout, Lilly stiffly nodded at his question. "Yes... you do have immunity against me. You'll... pretty much... posses my power." The acting began once again when she spiced it with a sad and disappointed tone, reluctant and very hesitant without over doing it. When he asked about the power transfer, Lilly had gone into quick thought. She hadn't quite thought this one over. By possessing her necklace he could posses her power... think... The goddess had told herself, trying to think of previous encountering situations like this where people wanted her power and finally, an idea came to mind. It'd be the perfect way. "I'd... have to bite you to transfer it." She whispered.

[Little Lion]

[sometimes its needed xD]

Caleb followed Gerard in silence, letting the man dart this way in that and go about his buisness like a cop would with his blood hound. He was distractidly fidgeting with his own clothes and finally relaxing into mindlessly biting his lip on occasion. His thoughts were imparing him as they were a constant flip through all kinds of things happening to his girlfriend. The events would play halfway through his mind before the feeling in his stomach was so intense he thought he would puke. He moved his hand over his face, his numb fingers a relief to the warmer skin of his face. He followed Gerard out to the car, looking up as the man started to speak. A confused look crossed his face as Gerard circled the car, he was begining to think the man was wack. He didn't have time to yank his hand back from Gerard as the man inhaled the scent and began to accuse him making his eyebrows slide together in a furious scowl. "What? No!" He sounded like a child defending himself. "Are you?" He accused Gerard with a disturbed glare and turned away, taking a few steps for good measure. "Geeze." He muttered in a quiet, annoyed tone. He shook his hand out and threw his back against the car to drum his fingers along the door while leaning against it in a mild pout. His mind was racing, going through the steps. Sleeping drug? Why would he smell like that. He was pretty sure he hadn't been around Tyler or any of his stuff today. "Wait." His hand moved through the air in a silencing motion. The bright blue eyes had gone wider on a clearly idea struck face. "Sleeping drugs?" He stole a glance at Gerard, not needing an answer. "Well, we ordered some wine, the guy was really creepy about delivering it. We had some, I was out, I woke up and she was gone." Caleb relayed the events quickly, getting aggitated as he realized their order and the clear picture it held. His eyebrows knitted together in a stormy look unfamiliar to the kid's face. He had moved from the car a bit but had turned back around, his hands on the roof, an easy task for his height. "That room service punk." He spat his accusation, slamming one hand against the hood of the car. "I'll kill him." He muttered the words, an expected threat from a lover torn.

[Dara]

"Bite me,,,"Zion echoed softly. There was a lot of danger in tha simple statement. The snake demon would want insurance but what? "Bite me like a vampire bite?" He questioned softly stroking her cheek with the cool metal blade.
"Well before we contuine in our business together I want to inform you princess should anything go wrong.... your caleb wont be furthering his singing carrer...do you understand My meaning...." He smirked softly miming a cutting action across his throat. "You see I have a friend watching him, If I dont call him every hour poor caleb will be no more." He smilled evil "Now are we ready to start, after all thesooner are business is complete....te sooner you can be return to him safe and sound!" He murmered placing his arm where she could bite it and begin the power transfer.