Snatched {Aimee}

[Dimitri Brevic]

Do you understand what it is that I wish for you to do? Do not kill her, and try not to damage her too severely....I do not want her serpent boss nosing around, he is probably aware of my brothels, and I do not wish for anything to happen to my business interests. Here is the half the fee I promised up front, the rest will be paid on delivery of the information...any questions?

Dimitri slightly rolled his eyes while Lothaire spoke. Didn't Lothaire realize Dimitri learned his trade with the KGB, he could make walls confess to secrets they had witnessed. But he just nodded and humored his "room mate". Since an unfortunate incident that had put him on the NYPD Wanted list he had taken to seeking shelter here in Midnight with Lothaire.

"Yes I understand...no scars, no permanent evidence."

Dimitri took the envelope Lothaire was extending to him and stuffed it in his jacket, first stop would be his only safe house that he was sure had not yet been compromised. Then out to track down the young woman Lothaire had projected the image of. Dimitri knew she was a stripper at All Hallows, which had put Lothaire into a slightly paranoid state since it was owned by the black sheep brother of the Onyx Leader. But Dimitri had no fear of the hunters, he would carry out his mission. A simple kidnapping and interrogation wasn't a difficult task at all, even if it was a shifter.

After he finished at the safe house he teleported to an alley a few blocks from All Hallows, he simply planned on staking out the place until she left then doing a smash and grab and teleporting away to conduct his inquisition. Hopefully tonight he would not have to wait long for his prey to appear.

[Aimee Forsyth]

Dimitri would have had to wait until the end of her shift, which was fairly late (though perhaps not so much fore a vampire), and there was also the issue of All Hallows being a nice place to attend to.  Because it was a nice place, and run by a man who understood that there were creeps and assholes out and about, he insisted that his girls be walked to their cars by one of the bouncers or bartenders.  Considering those men were all vampires and shifters, they stood a decent chance of keeping the girls safe.  Aimee was escorted to her vehicle that night by Marius, who was more than capable of taking care of himself, and her.

"You're coming over Monday night to do dinner, right?  You said you were off, and I am, too.  I don't like the way you're pining after that woman, and after Nero..." she trailed off.  Nero had not only dumped her awhile back because he demanded that she choose between him and her job, which she'd told him was ridiculously selfish, but then he'd just recently gotten himself killed.  She personally thought it was the same guy who'd tried the first time, but everyone was telling her that karma was a bitch, and he'd gotten what was coming to him.  She was still using his lab, having presented proof as his assistant that she could continue his research, but she was pretty broken up about it all.  She'd really cared about him, and he'd not only broken her heart, but he'd gone and died right after.

The universe so wasn't fair.

"Didn't I say I was?  You have no faith in me," Marius told her, and she noticed that he didn't address the issue of Diana at all, though his amusement softened over her mention of Nero.  "I mean it, though.  We're all here for you, so if you don't want to be alone, just let one of us know.  We'll be there."

She smiled and nodded, then hugged him.  Between Josh and his friends, Mel and Drew, and the other people she worked with at All Hallows, she could have company all the time, if she wanted.  For tonight, she just wanted some peace and quiet.  "Thanks.  I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Absolutely.  Goodnight, Aimee."

She said her goodnights and hopped into her car, and Marius hung around until she'd already started out of the lot towards home.  It had been a long night, and a long month.  She was ready for some ice cream and a book, then bed.

[Dimitri Brevic]

Dimitri watched as she was walked out of the club by one of the bouncers/guards. He was a mix of vampire and shifter, but Dimitri couldn't pin down his breed, just that he wasn't solely a Vamp. The bouncer was also almost a full century older than Dimitri, something he took into great consideration as he formulated his plan. He watched Aimee get in her car and start the engine. Marius waked back into the club as the woman pulled out into the night. Perfect.

Dimitri jogged up to the corner where there was a stop light. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a black ski mask, there was no sense in revealing himself. He was about to stage a carjacking, but there would be an additional twist to it, him being a vampire and all. He watched as the car rolled to a stop at the light as it flipped from yellow to red. Dimitri rubbed one of the mystical pendants he wore and whispered a thanks in Russian. His gift of luck seemed to be with him this night. As he approached the driver's side door of the car he reached behind his back and pulled his pistol.

He walked right up to the window of the car, smashed it out, and yanked the door off of the car. He bulled his way into the driver's seat, forcing Aimee to the passenger side.

"If you try to escape, I will shoot you....stay put and don't try anything foolish or you will die"

He kept his accent as flat as possible, with any luck it would sound slightly East German instead of full on Russian. He stomped on the gas pedal and the car roared through the intersection, leaving gawking pedestrians reaching for cell phones to dial 911. He didn't have much time, but he just wanted to put some space between himself and All Hallows before he teleported them to their ultimate destination.

[Aimee Forsyth]

Naturally, she had the car doors locked, so Dimitri HAD to tear the door off to get at her, and he got props for pulling it off, since she floored it the second she realized he was attacking the car.  She had to mentally curse herself for having the radio playing so loud, especially when it was just the Counting Crows.  They were alright, but definitely not worth dying over.

She actually cooperated pretty well when he basically manhandled her into the passenger seat, and even cooperated so well that when he pointed the gun at her and threatened to shoot her, she not only grabbed the door handle to get the hell out, but kicked him as hard as she could in the process. 

Delilah wears spike heels, and Aimee had lent her ballet flats to Melisande, who had gotten into work straight off of a date with Drew, and hadn't been willing to keep wearing her heels all night.  That meant Aimee was still wearing the spike heels, and Dimitri was about to have a bad couple of minutes.  She didn't even wait for his reaction, and ripped her foot back away from him as the door flew open and she basically fell out of the car at the same time that a gun went off.

Now, it wasn't anything as dramatic as in the movies, when all the sound seems to vanish from the surroundings because of a fatal wound.  No, the sound actually seemed to spike, with an awesome ringing in her ears as she screamed.  Between the bullet slicing through her calf, not quite a hole, but still more than a simple graze, and her impacting the pavement at the speed her attacker was driving at, it fucking hurt.  She was actually shaking as she reached down to rip the shoes off and pulled herself to her feet.

Oh, god, running hurt.  Just putting pressure on the leg hurt, but she didn't have time to deal with it.  If she was going to die, it wasn't going to be helpless and sitting there waiting for him to kill her.  Her father hadn't raised a fool, and she knew that if someone was trying to keep you alive like that, it wasn't for anything good.  She'd rather die fast than let him tear her up or rape her, then kill her anyway.  Thanks, but no thanks.

Thus, she took off, favoring her right leg because of the wound that was steadily streaming blood down her leg and leaving a bloody footprint with each step she took, and screaming her damn head off.  "HELP!!  SOMEONE, HELP ME!  He has a gun, please, someone help!" she shrieked, headed for All Hallows.  She never thought she'd make it, but maybe if she yelled loud enough, they'd hear her.  She could see the building, but it was still so far. 

Her cell phone was in her purse.  In the car.

[Dimitri Brevic]

Things were going well for the first couple minutes after Dimitri forced his way into the car. Then she kicked him. Brave and foolish, this would be an interesting night. He grunted in pain as the spike heels pierced his thigh and shoulder. A curse slipped past his clenched teeth in Russian. Damn, that would give him away. Dimitri silently cursed himself as she flew out the door of the car. His gun was up in an instant and he pulled the trigger without a delay. His old Tokarev fired a 7.62x25 bullet, not a tiny round by any means. He saw with satisfaction the wound he made in her calf. That should slow her down.

As she lurched to her feet, Dimitri teleported from the car. Now driver-less, the car careened down the street before striking a fire hydrant and sending a geyser up into the air....not exactly what he had planned.
He quickly caught up to his wound prey, who seemed to be trying to high tail it back to the safety of All Hallows.  That would NOT do at all. Dimitri quickly flipped the gun around in his hands as he ran to catch Aimee. As he drew up behind he raised the butt of his pistol and quick brought it down on the back of her head. The force of the blow was enough to knock her off her feet, and hopefully daze her enough he could snatch her up and teleport away, because a crowd was gathering following the spectacular car crash he had caused, not to mention he could already hear police sirens in the distance.

[Aimee Forsyth]

"MARIUS!" she screamed, with pretty much everything she had, thought and voice.  She didn't think that she'd hear him, not from inside the club with the music, but maybe if she thought it hard enough, he could catch it.  He was a bouncer, after all, and he was being exposed to all the people coming into the club.

She almost burst into tears of relief when she saw him appear in the door, his face turning from confusion to outright horror, and other than the fact that she had to look like a wreck, she didn't know why.  Her clothes had been torn from the fall and revealed some road rash already, but it would heal, and there was her leg.  She was a shifter, and a leopard, so she would be fine.  She knew that, and now Marius had seen her, so she would be safe.  What she didn't know was that the horrified look was because even as he shot forward, screaming her name, that gun was coming down on the back of her skull.  He vanished in that instant, trying to reach her in time, but Dimitri had grabbed her dazed form and vanished just as Marius would have appeared by her side.

Enough to knock her off her feet was a total understatement, since the blow totally knocked her senseless and threw her to the ground (skinning her knees, hands and elbows even more), and then there was the inner ear confusion of the teleporting process.  She wasn't very used to it, nor had Dimitri put out any effort to protect her from its effects, so she wanted to throw up by the time they'd appeared wherever they were. 

"Marius...Marius, where are we?" she gasped, clutching at her aching head.  She didn't even want to grab for any of her other injuries, because they already hurt so bad without her touching them, but she'd have time to take care of them. 

Later, though she didn't realize that.  She also didn't know, yet, that Marius wasn't the one who'd gotten his hands on her first, or that he was currently blowing up the panic button for Eden. 

[Dimitri Brevic]

((Posting from my iPhone, excuse any weirdness, Ill fix it when I get home))

As Aimee fell from the blow from his pistol, Dimitri snatched her by the hair and teleported away. They arrived in a dank back room in one of Lothaire's brothels. The room stank of sweat, fear, pain and most importantly...blood. Lothaire used this room to break unruly prostitutes so they would generate profit for him. In the center of the room was a stout oak chair with restraints built into it.

The close encounter with Marius had slightly shaken Dimitri. He stood silently for a moment as Aimee retched and gasped and cried out for Marius.

"He can not help you in this place."

Dimitri delivered a sharp kick to her ribs, just in an effort to keep her crumbled in a heap on the floor. He knew she was a shifter, so he hoped they could keep her stunned enough to prevent her from shifting. If it happened in this locked room, Dimitri would be forced to shoot her several times...he knew she would be able to soak up alot of lead without dying. He kicked her arms out from under her as she made as if to get up. Where was Lothaire? He should have been there by now, along with some slaves as back up. Lothaire did mention coming in his training gear, so perhaps that was what was taking so long.

[Lothaire]

Lothaire was indeed running a bit late. Things had picked up a bit in one of his business venture, and he had been forced to attend to the matter by beating a man half to death over a debt. His mood at the moment was anything but pleasant. As he gathered the rest of his trainer garments, he looked at the slaves standing in front of him. Which two were well enough trained and broken to die for him...

"42..67...you are both coming with me, follow me outside."

Lothaire got several strange looks in the corridor as he headed away from the dungeon cells and out the front door in his strange get up. The odd costume worked for him, and helped with the methods he used for breaking some of his slaves. As he got ready to teleport, one of the slaves handed him the final piece of his ensemble...a strange horrific looking mask, that looked some sort of perverted Japanese kabuki mask. He drained the maroon from his eyes and slipped the mask on, then he grabbed the slaves and teleported.

He appeared behind Dimitri and watched as he kicked the girls arms out from under her. How delightful this would be, she looked strong...it would be fun making her beg for mercy if she did not cooperate.

"Enough of this....You two, put her in the chair."

Lothaire walked up to join Dimitri as the two slaves moved to grab Aimee.

[Aimee Forsyth]

There was no doubt about the fact that she could survive some abuse, and that she most certainly would, but she wasn't used to it.  She wasn't a hunter, nor was she trained in dealing with such things.  She'd already been shot and knocked around, not to mention pistol-whipped, so when he kicked her in the ribs, she choked out a pained cry and doubled over.  As soon as she made to get up, he was kicking her again, and she was sure to let him knock her further away that time. 

Distance was good, especially since she wasn't in Kansas anymore, and her over-sized Toto was nowhere to be found.

What sucked for her was that as soon as she had some distance from the guy she'd heard cursing in Russian earlier, there were two other men reaching for her, and another voice that had told them to do it.  Put her in a chair?  How about no? 

She hurt, god, did she hurt, but she honestly thought they were going to kill her.  Why would she make it easy on them?  She was going to suffer no matter what happened, so why not force their hands, and make them do it sooner?  She'd heard horror stories of men who liked to draw out a person's death for days, and she had no doubt whatsoever that with her healing abilities, they could draw it out for as long as they'd want.  She had no intention of suffering for an extended period of time to achieve the same result, so by the time those two men grabbed her, she'd shifted as far as her demi-form.

Let's get something straight, right from the start.  Shifting to demi-form for a feline could be a graceful thing, with the spots here and there, usually only where she thought they'd look good, but she wasn't doing this for appearances.  This was for pure damage, and so she didn't care if it looked frightening (which it was perfectly capable of), so long as she had claws and teeth at her disposal.  She did, and when they grabbed her, she was on the first one in seconds with the kind of feline speed that vampires seemed to always underestimate.  She'd never been a killer, not the sort to ever even want to take a life, but she wasn't going to give her own for those beliefs.  She was realistic, and she was going to kill whoever meant her harm that she possibly could, starting with claws tearing right through that asshole's throat.  The other got his hands on her, but she was twisting to slash and bite at him, too.

Did she think this was going to allow her to escape?  No.  Did she think she was going to give them a bad day to go along with hers?

Oh, yes.  She was.

[Lothaire]

Lothaire watched as his men advanced on the shifter, noting a look of defiance in her eyes. Perhaps he should have brought more, less valuable slaves for this. As she shifted to her demi-form his eyes widened slightly...so she was pure blood, how could he have underestimated that possibility? He glanced over to Dimitri who had whipped out his pistol and was trying to get a clear, no vital shot on the shifter with out nailing one of Lothaire's slaves. This was most tiring. He reached over and pulled Dimitri's gun down and shook his head no. This was after all his domain, he could handle the damage that shifter could deal, especially since the hardened leather of his clothing acted as light armor against her claws. He watched as the first of his two slaves went to the floor, blood jetting from what little remained of his throat. Lothaire sighed, this was going to take longer than anticipated.

"That will be enough of that."

His words were loud enough to be heard, but hardly approaching a shout. He summoned up his mental ability and projected every image he could recall of the pain and suffering he had caused into her mind. He also caused her worst memories to flash along with what he was projecting. He moved forward with the vampire speed that was sometimes a match for a feline, and would probably be faster in the case of a wounded one. He snatched Aimee off the second slave, who might live if treated for his wounds, by her throat and lifted her off her feet. He began increasing the pressure of his grip. Blood and Air circulation were beginning to be affected by this point he estimated. As long as she fought he would continue to choke her until she passed out. The leather on his arms absorbed the claws, and there was no way for her to bite him in this position. He heard a gurgling and glanced down to the floor. The other slave was trying to ask for help and grabbing at his leg. His attempts at saying Master only resulting in more blood spraying from his tattered throat.

"Shoot him and put him out of his misery if you will."

From the corner of his eye he watched Dimitri cross the room, then heard the boom of his pistol in the closed in room. That slave's struggling would have been distracting, and Lothaire did not stand for failure, so medical treatment was not an option. He looked up into Aimee's eyes, he did not want to miss the moment her will to fight broke, or she passed out, which ever came first.

[Aimee Forsyth]

Being snatched off of her intended targets wasn't surprising, and she took it the same as she'd taken them touching her.  She immediately turned on the new attacker, and she immediately took claws to him, even as he grabbed her by the throat.  By this point, she hurt so bad and was in such a frenzy to deal damage and survive that there was no way in hell she was submitting, so she just kept fighting at him as the pressure on her throat cut off her airways.  She couldn't breathe, and that only made her more desperate to get him off of her.  Clawed hands and feet were his to deal with, right up until she passed out.

Pass out she did, but it didn't involve giving in and stopping in her struggles, nor did she have to live with the fact that she'd done what he'd wanted later.  At the very least, she'd fought.  If she died here and now, she'd tried.  Nobody could fault her.

She wouldn't be looking forward to waking up, at ALL.  She didn't know what was going on, or who these men were, but she'd caught the smells in the room.  It was all unpleasant, and she was actually thinking that she'd prefer to be dead than endure this.  That managed to keep her fighting against passing out, as well, but she was only mortal.