Tale of the Snow Maiden (Illya and Lilia)

by **Twinkletoes** May 15th 2013, 2:47 am

Tale of the Snow Maiden

A crisp spring breeze swept through the rugged grassy plains of Southern Georgia, birds sang their bittersweet melodies as they flitted too and fro amongst the pine forests and over the rustic neighbourhood that dwelt under the shadow of the Blood mountain range. A calm, ethereal symphony of sounds merged into an orchestra of whistling winds, native fauna and distant traffic; Mother Nature herself had drifted into a content siesta, nothing could shatter the welcome peace that pervaded the warm atmosphere. Amidst the tranquil calm, the grand forest reservations and the winding highways that snaked themselves into oblivion stood a rather simple two story house, its 80's vibe adding a playful kink to the green and brown expanse that embraced the little property. Tchaikovsky's finest answered nature's call and replied from within the house, the dazzling orchestral score adding just another layer to the grand environment.

A melodic giggle chimed over the classical piece that blared from an antique vinyl set. The whispery laughter was almost instantly responded to by the birds that twirled around outside, playfully swooping alongside the rhythm of the music. A teenage girl was sprawled out on an auburn rug that clung to the veneered timber flooring, her head resting on crossed arms whilst two dainty legs swung back and forth in the air. Lilia Ivanov, Dominus' prima ballerina and adopted daughter of Skyler Snowden, had settled into the lazy day with a content grin and a rather casual air of amusement. An oversized grey sweater was draped over her petite body, falling midway down her thighs; baby pink knee length socks covering the rest of the pale, supple skin. The girl's wavy honeysuckle hair was styled into a lazy bun, fully revealing her angelic visage and the enchanting cerulean eyes that twinkled with wonder.

The young Russian agent had spent much of her morning frolicking around on the floor of the living room, completely engrossed with the shimmering twenty inch female figure that gracefully danced in the palm of her hand. A.I.V.A was her name, created in the exact likeness of Lilia all except for the silver locks that glinted with holographic pixels. The enigmatic figure was a dazzling spectacle, especially for a girl who grew up in a simple village, she was like the fairies from folklore albeit one which was created from science and not mythology. A.I.V.A spun and swayed effortlessly to the rhythm of the music that filled the surrounding atmosphere, using old recordings of Lilia's golden days as a template for her own routine. This unquestionable grace and beauty simply mirrored the young prodigy's almost otherworldly skill on the dance floor. A.I.V.A was a keen reflection of Lilia back when ballet was all she knew, all she was before the cruel hand of fate tossed her into the world of abuse of violence. Although such thoughts were far from the mind of the dainty teenager, for once Lilia was in a completely unfettered mood.

"Oh Aiva, you're so talented!", Lilia chimed in her native tongue, giving her miniature friend an adorable grin before lazily rolling over onto her back, keeping the holographic female safely balanced on the palm of her milky white hand. "Do you think Mama would mind if I cook her dinner tonight?", the teenager said aloud, a statement to herself rather than an actual question. Skyler was the type to enjoy occasional spontaneity and it was always a nice gesture to cook for the woman who had tirelessly protected her for the past eight months.

"Thank you Lilia, your archives are quite extensive and it was only from your skill that I could base my performance off", the little figure grinned, prancing too and fro along the edge of her Russian sister's slender forearm. "I'm sure mother wouldn't mind...although last time you almost burnt the house down. Actually, now that I'm processing the possible variables it would be best if you just suggest what she should have for dinner rather than cook", Aiva stated with an intriguing level of robotic sass, her artificial personality not one to make a conversation boring.

"...it wasn't that bad was it?", Lilia pouted, her cheeks slightly blushing as she attempted to avoid the deadpan gaze her smaller accomplice was giving her. Surely the noble cooking endeavours weren't all that bad, Shayla at least ate her food without complaint. Although that was Shayla and she ate like a horse..

"Mother had to purchase a new oven and a new stove and have part of her sink resealed, so i'd assume that the safest course of action would be not to cook...at all", A.I.V.A grinned, cocking her silver head to the side in an almost innocent fashion, the truth was painful and Lilia's cooking, although her efforts were well meaning, often led to ridiculous disasters in more ways than one.

"Oh...okay, well uhh she likes drinking tea after her showers right? I could always make her some tea..", Lilia meekly suggested, twiddling her fingers in a passive attempt to convince her technological version that such an act would never burn the house down...or so she would hope.

"...maybe you should just wait for her to come downstairs first. Remember, mother wants to see if your wounds have healed. How are your feet feeling?", the silver haired twenty inch doppelgänger questioned, she knew all about Lilia's various injuries and it was her programmed role to ensure that the young agent was living a healthy and painless life.

"They're only hurting a bit, I'm sure mama could make them feel better!", Lilia sighed before crossing her legs and lolling her neck, this day was awfully peaceful and for once she did not know what to do. Other than the usual appointments with Skyler regarding her various fractures and bruises she had not done anything particularly thrilling in several days, and by thrilling it was not in any way referring to her job as an agent. That was a part of her life she would prefer to ignore. Shayla was off doing what she does and usually visits without warning so there was no telling when her albino friend would come by. Life was as tranquil as it seemed and even Tchaikovsky's grand melodies were not enough to spark the ebullient ecstasy she felt whenever she was out with her mother and friend.

Fate, however seemed to have other idea.

Several miles away three choppers silently whirred over the pine forests, their black blades silently cutting into the warm spring breeze as the mechanical body lurched through the gentle wind. Men garbed in grey and black sat motionless within the throbbing metal aircrafts, their weapons carefully laid at their waist as if they were ready for an ambush. Their posture was as stoic and tense as a statue, their steely gazes barely visible underneath the visors that clung to their temples. The only man to show a sliver of emotion was seated near the cockpit of the first helicopter, his skin was an ashy red from the copious amounts of sun and his puffy lips were curled into a malicious grin, the speckles of facial hair making the devious toothy smile all the more malevolent. The man was equipped with no weapon, not was he as properly dressed as his cohorts, he was a ragged, yellow toothed embodiment of vulgarity and it was made all the more worse with the not so subtle bulge in his pants. The man's eyes were wide with feral lust and a subdued insanity like none other, he was going back to claim what was rightfully his and the giddy excitement only forced such emotions to intensify.

"Oh little Lilia...Salty is coming home for you..."

by **Chellizard** May 15th 2013, 7:40 am

"Forever in my mind..."

There was the sound of rushing water; perhaps a waterfall, gently caressing the curves of a beautiful woman.

"Only you..."

A waterfall was not always warm, and almost never caused steam, so it was more than likely the shower. And, it was, actually. Skyler was standing, singing a soft song while she cleaned up.

"The pieces in my life.. go away with you."

It echoed back to her, the water coating her exhausted form. She had just gotten home that morning, and went straight to bed, no shower. The fair with Assault had sent her to so many places mentally that even if she was physically exhausted, her mind was even more worn out. He loved to talk.

Forever in my mind.. only you... the pieces in my life; run away with you.."

Singing, still, she tilted her head back and let her long hair rinse while she swayed lightly. Brushing her hands back through her hair, she wrung out any excess water and turned off the shower. Opening the glass sliding door, she stepped out onto the fluffy bathroom rug. Her toes curled and wiggled into the royal purple fabric. The marble floor of the bathroom was cold on her feet, so she was thankful for the rug.

"You were my first love~.." she finished singing, and then Aiva popped up in the mirror, which was now a dual screen and computer within the master bathroom of the Snowden house. Skyler had been very, very busy with her Dominus spending funds. "Lilia is going to make you tea if you don't hurry downstairs, mom." Aiva clipped and then vanished from the screen. Skyler had no worries for Lilia making tea, but the girl was still recovering. She needed rest, not to be making tea for Skyler. Skyler was healthy, and wouldn't have that.

Dressing quickly, Skyler stepped down the stairs, taking them two at a time before walking around the shallow corner to the living room. "Lilia," she called, stepping into the room.

"I know you wanted to make me tea, but," she started, and then the sound of helicopters went over the house. Three of them, to be exact. Furrowing her brows, she thought for a moment, and then shrugged. "Must be Shayla.." she muttered under her breath.

Waltzing into the kitchen passed Lilia and Aiva, Skyler stepped to the fridge and opened the door. "Hm.. What should we have for dinner, girls?" she asked her 'daughters.' Damp, long silver hair was draped around of her shoulder while she leaned forward, poking around in the fridge. She had on a pair of shorts, and a tank top. Casual wear around the house stuff. She then pulled out a few things: eggs, chicken, milk, panko bread crumbs, some seasonings, a skillet, and a rice side. She was going to make a simple protein based dinner tonight.

She sat everything on the counter and stepped back over to Lilia. "But before I cook us something," she said, her words always in Russian when speaking to Lilia.

"I need to check your wounds." she said, and pointed to the couch. "So have a seat, and let's see em." she said, grabbing for a sealed plastic box with fresh bandages and et cetera she had in the supplies closet. Aiva sat her holographic form down on Lilia's shoulder, and huffed. "Her feet hurt." Aiva tattled, for the second time, on her 'big sister.' Skyler smirked and rolled her eyes while kneeling down in front of Lilia. She gently unwrapped the bandages on her dainty form and was careful with each touch. She cleaned any still open wounds, but did not wrap them until they aired out a bit. "I will wrap them after dinner. So, let's see your feet, she said, tickling the bottom of Lilia's feet before a heavy knock was heard at the door.

It must be Shayla for real, then.

Standing up, Skyler walked to the door, unknowing to the real visitor the Snowden house would be having.

by **Twinkletoes** May 15th 2013, 8:21 am

Caught out on the act of making tea for her guardian Lilia could do nothing more than shuffle in her place and pout, her peachy lips puffing up as she stared up at her silver haired mother. Aiva probably alerted Skyler before the ballerina could even have a chance to complete the task and she was left to watch as her rather damp protector rummaged through the fridge, preparing what looked to be a hearty meal. It was a well known fact that Lilia did not eat much, the years as a ballerina forced her into a disciplined mindset that eating too much of the wrong thing would ultimately affect her physique and in turn ruin her dancing prowess. The meal itself would probably end up as leftovers for the next few days, or a snack for Shayla if she was in fact coming over. The thoughts of her beloved friend forced a contemplative simper to cross Lilia's lips, the sound of a helicopter often meant the arrival of her ivory skinned fellow agent. This moment of pleasant reflection was broken when she was ushered to sit down and have the wounds on her feet checked, deftly removing the knee length socks with gentle yank.

"They don't hurt that much...", Lilia murmured, frowning at Aiva for tattling once more. The petite porcelain feet, smooth yet scarred were constant reminders of the abuse Franklin Salters eagerly put her through. Every scar was another nightmare, a horrid ballad of human evil and the lust that burned within the decrepit soul of the man who eagerly tortured her. The blushing bruised toes wiggled at the soft touch of her mother, Lilia's teeth naturally finding their way clamped onto her lower lip as she watched as her scarred soles were taken care of. "Thank you mama...", she whispered in a barely audible voice, glancing to her side as Aiva gracefully tip toed against the edge of the ballerina's dainty shoulder.

This moment of peace however was not to last. A nightmare had arrived at their front doorstep.

Almost instantaneously, as the last shrill knock reverberated throughout the house, Aiva scampered into view with arms raised and eyes ablaze. The holographic girl's faint white glow had morphed into an eerie red as a disturbing look of alarm flashed across her silver visage. "Lilia! Run upstairs and hide, that is not Shayla. Run! Now!" , Aiva ordered, flashing out of view as the stunned teenager sat for a mere second wondering what had just been revealed. If it wasn't Shayla then who could it be? Without much thought, her body heeded to the hologram's desperate plea and immediately scampered upstairs, the answer to the question was an obvious one, something that immediately sent a sickening throb throughout her dainty form. Giving Skyler a worried look before disappearing into their bedroom, Lilia could feel the gradual panic that was slowly clawing into her fractured psyche. Her mother had to be safe, did Aiva also warn her before it was too late? Such thoughts hammered into the girl's conscious as she desperately escaped the monster that had come for her.

Her heart was racing, the pulsating throb of her veins drumming into her blushing ears as her scarred feet swiftly led her into her bedroom and into the murky darkness of the walk in wardrobe. There the terrified teenager curled into a ball behind the winter coats and prayed to whatever deity that existed that both herself and her mother would be safe. Salt must not find her, he was a monster, a nightmare and a horrid man who would eagerly torture her in front of her silver haired guardian and whoever else he brought along. She had to remain silent, play the ghost in behind the coats, hoping that her tormenter would not discover her little hiding place. All she could feel was the pounding terror that consumed her mind, body and soul; the horrid fear that sent tremors throughout her starveling body.

...

Franklin Salters loved this house, perfect location and it was relatively private, perfect for fucking the brains out of the two whores who lived there. His trip from Alaska had been a relatively uneventful one, they didn't even have time to stop over for drinks or a quick fuck, so it was disturbingly understandable that not the sociopath and his Theta squad were a bit restless. The Dominus sanctioned squad was both feared and untrustworthy, under the leadership of Salters the troubled men were practically given free reign over what they did during missions, often going to extreme lengths to hunt down their prey and either rape, torture or execute them in the most horrendous ways possible. Although their means of going about missions were looked down upon by the superiors they did get the job done and efficiently so as well. That's why they needed their favourite 'cheerleader', not only would she warm them up but also provide the much needed firepower against their current target, the runaway class 4 metahuman, Anu.

Arriving at the modest two story house, Franklin Salters and a group of handpicked Theta grunts swarmed the front porch of the Georgian property, their weapons raised and their lust as potent as nuclear waste."Oh fuck this!", the yellow toothed unshaven leader cried, kicking the door off its hinges as he made his unwanted entrance into the current living space of his favourite sluts. Standing before him was the young doctor herself, a scowl evident on her face. The ballerina on the other hand was nowhere to be seen. Without caring for what the silver haired agent said he waved his hand forward, ordering the group of six men to enter the house in search of their Russian plaything.

"If you find her make sure you gag her", he ordered nonchalantly, a devious smirk on his fat lips. After making sure his men were hard at work scouring the property for Lilia, Franklin finally turned his attention towards the recently showered nympho, his eyes lingering on the damp skin barely covered by her tank top. "Sorry for not ringing but the boys and I kinda need the little bitch to kill someone for us. , he chuckled, grabbing Ms. Snowden's rump without much care for the circumstances, she was outnumbered and men would gladly assault her if Salt have the order.

"Where is that pussy muncher anyways? Tied up in your dungeon I hope, or is she chained to your bed or something? That would be a nice sight...but anyways, if you don't tell us where the little cunt is I will take her back from you by force and you might just have to entertain six men if you don't spill the beans soon...", he snarled, his voice morphing from a lady drawl into a chuckling gurgle, he enjoyed toying with this woman. Swivelling his head and rearranging his crotch area the slovenly leader of the elite squad, with his hand still firmly cupped on Skyler's bottom, shouted out a new order...one which would surely send panic into both Skyler and her adopted daughter.

"Whoever finds Lilia first gets to fuck her for a month!", he cried out with malicious glee before turning back to Skyler and whispering, "Unless her mistress prefers to tell us now...", his voice dripped with unadulterated lust and malice, he was not playing around. This was business and oh how he loved business...

(Just get Skyler's cameo out of the way before we properly start the thread!)

by **Chellizard** May 15th 2013, 8:23 am

Aiva's alarm sent Skyler into a, seemingly calm, panic. She flicked her eyes to Lilia and pointed to the stairs. Aiva vanished with a glitched flicker, and then, without warning, the door was kicked off of it's hinges. Skyler braced herself, and leaned her shoulder into the door so it landed against the closet perpendicular to the front door. She was knocked back a bit, but recovered just as quickly. Letting her eyes flick over Salt, she offered one of her sheep in wolf's clothing grins. Placing a hand on her hip, she stuck her left index finger between her teeth and bit down playfully.

Her form was moist, not having dried off fully before sliding into her clothes. Her five feet and seven inch form was nearly all leg, so standing there in her shorts and tank top combo likely gave Salt's already bulging pants less stretch room. Smirking toward him, she offered herself, somewhat, stepping forward to block the shallow foyer for a moment.

"What brings you here with such short notice, Salt honey?" she asks, her Southern twang thick, but sweet and ear piercingly convincing.

"I'm here for my little slut, wench." he said, annoyed that he had to repeat what he had already said. Was she really this dumb?

Flinching mentally, Skyler scolded herself. She hated playing this person. Hated being this monster. Hated being this faux pas. Shaking her head, lightly, she stepped aside. "Boooys, do come in. I was just playing a game of hide and go fuck with Lilia. She's hiding from me, too. Can I please play my game before we continue this little conversation?" she asked, but was jerked forward into Salt, his hand grabbing her plump derriere. It forced a scowl to flash over her face before another faux Cheshire grin stole her lips.

"Five minutes, bitch. Then my boys really do get to look for her, and my offer of a month of sweet prima ballerina still stands." Salt smirked and slapped Skyler's ass before letting her go. He called the boys to the kitchen where one of them started to rummage the fridge for food.

Glancing about for a moment, Skyler ducked into the stairwell and took the stairs quickly. Aiva popped up in the living room to distract the men, her outfit having changed to something.. very dominatrix in style. Even for a hologram, she was programmed to do what she must.

Skyler stepped into the bedroom, and quietly shut the door behind of her and then stepped into the bathroom and checked the towel closet. It was small, but Lilia was so tiny she could fit. It was likely one of the safest places, but she wasn't there.

Checking the actual closet was next, and Skyler was so thankful to find Lilia. Sliding into the closet, she shut the doors behind of her and knelt down. "My sweet baby girl.. they need you to hunt down Anu.. I'll go in your place, though. Just stand behind me, okay? And work up some tears. Pinch your cheeks a tiny bit, put some color in them. Make it look like I've just "punished" you." she said, gently pinching Lilia's supple, porcelain cheeks. Smiling weakly, Skyler messed up her hair, and tore a rip into the collar of Lilia's shirt with a sharp tug. It almost broke her heart in two, but she toughened up and gave a soft count down. "On three, you let out a scream." she ordered softly, and then counted.

One.

Heavy foot steps came up the stairs, multiple people.

Two.

The foot steps marched passed the shut master bedroom, but shuffling steps soon stopped before the door.

Three.

The doors to the bedroom were opened, and Skyler was dragging Lilia out of the closet.

"I told you I'd find you, you little bitch!" she snarled in English, keeping Lilia's handicap to the English language in play. Skyler knew that Lilia had learned certain English words, but most of the ones Salt used, Skyler avoided teaching her. At least until Skyler was sure Lilia was emotionally and mentally ready to handle the abusive phrases and terms.

Licking his lips, Salt burped and had no shame to cover his mouth, or even close it. He was too busy drooling over his prize. Little Lilia Ivanov. Licking his lips, once again, his leathery tongue slid over his cracked lips. Yellow teeth, alcohol and cigarette stained, were flashed when his pudgy face curled into a wide grin. "There's my little fuck toy!" he almost cooed and waved for the boys to grab her away from Skyler.

Skyler was reluctant to let go, and it almost made her strike the nearest Theta soldier. She wouldn't, though, as long as the boys weren't rough on her. A flash of anger, however, rose in her eyes, and chest, when Salt's hands wrapped around of Lilia's shoulders.

"No..!" raced through Skyler's mind.

Salt's hand was reared back.

The boys in the room formed a circle around the three.

Everything seemed to get far away.

Skyler's heart raced.

Salt's hand came down across Lilia's cheek.

"No!"

An actual shout this time.

Skyler moved herself forward and snapped herself around, grabbing for the nearest soldiers gun. A simple AK-47. Her reflexes played to her side when she jabbed her fingers up and into his adam's apple, sending the man buckling to his knees, the pain racing down his spine. The shock of the force sent a sharp blast through his nervous system, forcing him to pass out. This all happened in less than two seconds, and then she had the gun pointed at Salt's head.

"Agent Karma.. I advise you drop the weapon." Salt commanded, the other five-ten men raising their weapons to point them at Skyler.

Her chest rose and fell with anger and she narrowed her eyes. "Let go of my da--amn.. toy.." she said, almost breaking character. She had almost called Lilia her daughter, but recovered quickly with a quick hitch in her country accent.

The Theta squad released their safeties. All the clicks of the guns around of her had her counting in her head silently. The moments it would take to kill everyone in this room. Roughly five. But, she would be putting Lilia into harms way if she did the plan she had first thought of. Her second would be to drop the gun and resort to hand to hand combat. Everyone was within arms reach, she could snap their necks easily.

Still, though.. Salt would run the moment Skyler moved to attack one of the men, and then Lilia would still be in his clutches. She had to stop them, though.

"I'll go hunt down whomever you need," she said, lowering the gun. She then started to dismember it, taking it apart in less than three seconds. The metal clicking against metal was softly muttered within the room while Skyler watched a struggling Lilia. She was within Salt's grasp, his hand around of her wrist. This infuriated Skyler.

She had to do it. Still holding the stock of the gun in her hand, she flung it and nailed Salt in the forehead, and then spun into a roundhouse kick. The heel of her right foot took two men down. Once her right foot touched the wooden floor, her left was arched into a bend, her knee moving into the gut of a soldier coming toward her. Without warning, a soldier behind of her grappled her, and another produced a syringe. Salt had recovered from the blow to his head, and Lilia was still being man handled. Skyler had lost the moment the needle pierced her skin.

A serum, one that could halt her regeneration, and thus prevent her from healing from injury, was pushed into her blood stream. She coughed and wrenched out of the man's grip to look at them. She had no idea what the serum was. She assumed it was a paralysis. But, it wasn't. Another soldier slammed the butt of his rifle into the back of her head, and she slumped to her knees, and fell forward. Unconscious.

---
Time had passed and Skyler came to.

The house was a mess. Her room was a mess. She felt sick, and blood was on the floor around of her head. She had lost a lot of it. But, feeling the back of her head, she had regenerated from the blow. Putting the syringe and it's effects together, she realized what had happened. They had found a way to halt her regeneration. But, that aside, she needed to find Lilia. Aiva popped up in front of Skyler, back in her regular attire.

"Mama.. they.. took her.. they took her away! I tried.. I tried to stop them.." Aiva would cry, if she could. All she could do was simulate heavy sadness. Skyler frowned and stood up, shaking her head. "I will find him.. and I will kill him." she said, clenching her fists.

What goes around.... comes around.

by **Twinkletoes** May 15th 2013, 8:29 am

Fear plunged its icy talons into the frantic heart of the ballerina, ravaging her core over and over again as her anxiety began to manifest into the physical. The blood had all but drained from her face, rosy cheeks now pale as a corpse; her breathing was a desperate race to catch oxygen as her body shook with terror. The darkness within the wardrobe was her only comfort, a safe haven from the demons that lurked on the lower floor. They were seeking her out, they wanted her flesh and the only thing between them and her was Skyler. Her brave, fearless and inspirational guardian had chosen to take this painful route with her, even going as far as pretending to be some insane dominatrix to quell any suspicions that she was in fact Lilia's 'mother'. The absolute fear that her silver haired guardian would fall victim to Salt pained the young agent, she felt guilty for leaving the woman downstairs all by herself. What if she got hurt? Such thoughts flooded her consciousness till the point that she was no longer paying attention, choosing to cover her head with her arms and in between her knees. Skyler's abrupt arrival taking her off guard.

The young agent would have screamed, but the sound was nothing more than a strained croak. Relief washed over Lilia as her eyes began to bubble, the peachy lips quivering as the suffocating fear finally took hold of her body. She collapsed into Skyler's form, silently pleading with the woman not to go outside, she knew this hurt her mother just as much as it did her. What woman could witness the abuse of her daughter without doing anything? Lilia could see the absolute pain in sorrowful silver irises, she felt the trepidation as her guardian tore into her her sweater, the only piece of protective clothing she had on. Was Skyler as scared as her?

"...I'm scared..", was all the Russian teenager could whisper, clinging onto her guardian before letting out a 'pained' scream as she was dragged out by her 'master'. Lilia needed to stay in character, she needed to pretend to be Skyler's snivelling slavegirl if she wanted to protect her silver haired guardian. A lot was at stake and she could not jeopardise the pained efforts that Dr Karma had put into this tragic roleplay. The scream, however, soon turned into a real one when she came face to face with not only Salt, but his pack of ravenous troops. She knew these men. Every single sneering face haunted her nightmares, every man present had taken a turn at her body during her captivity and seeing them all crowded in her bedroom was a horrifying experience.

Almost instantly after being revealed to the monstrous crowd Lilia felt her body get yanked out of Skyler's grip, the force of being pulled knocking the wind out of her core. Salt already had his hands on her, the vile alcohol tainted breath clouding her senses as she desperately tried to focus every remaining sliver of attention on her mother. She felt his arm coil around her waist, the curious fingers crawling underneath the sweater and into places she dare not think about, the shame of having such blatant abuse happen in front of her mother send a sickening wave of shock throughout her very core. The ballerina's body was frozen, every lingering touch from Salt's rough hands sent an icy jolt though her supple skin. Just look at Skyler...she'll save you, the terrified girl thought to herself, trying to block out the view of all the monsters who surrounded her.

But no, fate would not allow the ballerina respite. She was Salt's toy and not even Skyler could save her.

What happened next was but a painful blur, a terrifying spectacle which would haunt the young agent's conscious for as long as she lived. Skyler attacked them, without warning and full well knowing the consequences of her actions. Men dropped like flies, the doctor's hits were deliberate and well timed but futile in the end. Regardless of how many troopers lay writhing on the floor there were simply too many to take on all at once. They were not fools, they were trained killers and no amount of martial arts would stop them. Lilia witnessed her mother's incapacitation, she watched as Skyler's eyes rolled back into her head and her body collapsed onto the ground, blood profusely pouring out of the skull.

This was never meant to happen.

Why is she not getting up..?

An ear piercing scream escaped the young agent's throat as she desperately scrambled to Skyler's side, clawing at Salt's arm and frantically kicking her legs out in an attempt to escape the vile man's iron grip. Tears streamed down her face, the salty moisture stinging her eyes as hysterical squeals of terror ripped off of her vocal chords. What did they do to Skyler? Lilia stubbornly fought against her abusers, flailing like a crazed asylum patient to simply get across the room and by her mother's side. She did not care if their cover was blown, if she was to get killed then she was going to die by her mother's side...unfortunately death was too big a gift for Salt to grant her and after some fruitless attempts of escaping his grip she was dragged out of the room by her hair, the last glimpse of her mother laying in a pool of thick crimson. They had both lost to Salt.

"It's been a while hasn't it boys? I think the little slut would be perfect for Jamie's initiation...looks like Dr Karma was already halfway done with her", Salt chuckled, his throat gurgling with a disgusting giddiness, "Look at this shit! She's only wearing a sweater...oh and what's this?! Your mistress got you some pretty underwear as well? You're a spoilt little whore aren't you?" , the man sneered, knowing full well the girl could not understand him. Salt's hands eagerly rifled underneath her sweater and caressing whatever inch of skin he could get his hands on and tearing at the pretty bra her mother had bought for her, it truly was horrifying.

Lilia's heart stopped beating for a mere moment, her body going limp as she was carelessly dragged down the stairs in nothing but her sweater. These men had no shame, they did not care for her pain or her humiliation. She was a piece of meat, a delicacy they could enjoy until her bones were nothing more than brittle splinters scattered inside a tarnished corpse. The shimmering cerulean eyes grew weary, the severe abuse that the girl knew was going to happen very soon weighing heavily on her wounded soul.

"LET GO OF HER THIS INSTANT!", cried a familiar voice, a frantic glowing figure rushing at the group of men in the vain attempts at stopping them. Lilia wanted to respond to the voice, she wished she could tell Skyler and Aiva she loved them dearly...but it was too late, Agent Etoile had already blacked out.

...

Jamie Paterson Jnr; Eighteen years of age. Charged with second degree murder and attempted rape on August the 3rd squirmed in his rigid leather chair, gloved fingers fiddling with the hammer of his pistol that he clutched in his grip. A young man full of promise now nothing more than a hollow shell of his former self, the jury labeled him as a danger to society, a juvenile menace who sought to reign anarchy on a society that desperately wanted to help troubled youth like him. He hated being called crazy, he wasn't crazy...everyone else was. They were sending him to jail for manslaughter? He killed the fucking taxi driver because he wouldn't let him out of the cab, the old immigrant deserved it. Attempted rape? That girl was dressed like a whore to begin with, she deserved every bit of affection he gave her in the back of that nightclub. Twenty four years of prison time was what he was granted, parole was only a possibility after ten years of good behaviour whilst in the jail. He regretted nothing of his crimes, he was merely a young man taking life by the balls and he enjoyed the mass attention he was getting in the media. People labeled him 'Jamie the Jester' for the amount of tasteless jokes he pulled off during his trial. He was an anarchist, plain and simple. the attention he was granted by the wider community eventually brought out some positives for him, not that he thought so at the time.

A man named Franklin Slaters had approached the district attorney and offered to place Jamie in Dominus, not only as a means to discipline the young man but to also teach him valuable life skills such as 'honour, respect and hard work'. If the District attorney wasn't such a gullible idiot then Jaime would have never been acquitted of his twenty four years imprisonment, instead he was now part of some military group. At first it sounded like a horrible idea, but Franklin Salters was a sly character. The man needed 'special' boys like Jame, he required the young man's passionate rage and willingness to destroy any boundary that dare stand in his way. It had been four hard months of training, learning who his enemies were and how to properly hunt them down and today was his initiation.

When Salt had returned from his brief visit to some Dominatrix bitch's house he did not expect the man to return with some snivelling little slut. The girl was an absolute wreck, bruises and cuts marked her porcelain skin and her only visible piece of clothing, an oversized sweater was torn down the shoulder. She was petite and very skinny, her age a mystery to the young man. Was she sixteen or was she eighteen? It didn't really concern him however when his boss, the ever entertaining Franklin Salters, stomped his way into the chopper with a bruised forehead and a devious grin on his fat lips.

"Boy it's about time you become one of us!", he decreed, the other men present nodding their heads in agreement. They all had knowing smiles, like this was all some sick plan from the get-go. However, things took a strangely interesting turn when the dainty little thing was thrown at his feet. The pitiful little slut was even crying, her body was shaking like she was under some sort of drug.

"So uhh...is she like gonna give me a blow job or something? Because let me be fucking honest with you guys, it was getting a bit homo all cramped in this space with so many dudes..", he grinned cheekily, patting the girl on her soft honeysuckle hair. She was pretty, too bad her boobs were so small.

"You can do whatever you want with her kiddo! She's your initiation present, a metahuman whore whose more than willing make up for that girl who accused you of rape!", Salt chuckled, knocking the girl over with the tip of his boot. It will be a few hours till we touch down in L.A, so fuck her to your hearts content!", the unshaven agent smirked, slapping Jamie on his shoulder before taking his seat near the cockpit of the chopper.

Jamie remained silent for a moment, his brow raised in fascination at this new reveal. How thoughtful of Franklin Salters to provide him with an Initiation present, one which was admittedly already half wrapped but still good nonetheless. Bending forward and clasping the girl by her face the young man took a long hard look into her sad blue eyes, those tear stained cheeks making him that bit more excited for what was to come. The bulge in his pants was already annoyingly restrictive so it was time to put his squirming desires to good use. He didn't care who this girl was, all he knew was that she was essential to their current mission and for assisting him in releasing some much needed sexual frustration.

"I see...well how about we get this ugly old sweater off you..."

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by **Illya** May 18th 2013, 4:46 am

Illya stood high above the scenes occurring below. Her bare feet tapping on thin air as snow fell where she landed. Like a river, her body flowed with a sense of fluidity that was unlike anything seen on Earth, and snow appeared from the bottom of her feet in tiny droplets. The scene below was beginning to amuse her, as she watched Lilia and her companions fight against their attackers, a futile effort. The Unseelie Princess had been watching her daughter for quite some time, always watching her daughter go through more hardship and terror; it was good training, for the Unseelie were far worse than anything that Lilia would ever experience on Earth. Also, the fickle Unseelie always had a penchant for theatrics, and was waiting for the right moment to appear.

Watching her daughter struggle so hard, with such fear acting as her source, Illya couldn't help but chuckle. It reminded her of when she was weak, scared of her own power. Now Illya reveled in her strength, in cruelty; for power was the only way to assert dominance in Winter, and Illya was unmatched. But deep down, the old Illya could not help but feel a pang of guilt for enjoying it, and a flare of anger at her herself for not doing anything about it. But Unseelie nature was something far more powerful than simple willpower, and Illya had resigned herself to her fate a long time ago. So the Unseelie Princess watched, as she could see her moment coming; snow continued to fall as the snow maiden continued to dance.

Down below, Jamie marveled at the young body in front of him, perfect white skin that showed no natural blemishes; instead it was scarred in numerous places, scars of knives, teeth and burn marks that showed where Salt had pleasured himself across the canvas that was her body. There was enough scars to repulse the kind, and enough to excite the wicked, enticing Jamie to explore her more closely. All around him, Jamie’s peer egged him on with promises of immense pleasure, and rushing him so that they could have a turn violating the little whore. But despite the jarring, Jamie was not going to let this chance go quickly; he was going to savor this moment, and there was nothing that Salt, his men, or the damn snow was going to do abou-.

Snow?

From his stupor, Jamie looked up to see tiny snowflakes pass through their craft. While it seemed he was the first to see it, the crowd around him started seeing it too. Normally snow would not have done anything to stop these men from enjoying themselves. Many of them had pleasured themselves feasting on the fears of young women while the snow melted around them in the cascade of Winter night.

But it was Spring.

While maybe it was probable that snow could arrive in the middle of Spring, it was clearly midday mere moments ago. Yet around them, the embrace of night was more than apparent, clouds were high in the sky as little white snowflakes danced around their rotors. As seconds passed, the helicopter started to jeer, its rotors beginning to fail due to the intense cold. Jamie was the first to feel the effects, not thinking of tethering himself to the aircraft, losing his balance as the helicopter began falling out of the sky. It wasn’t long before the constant bumping caused Jamie and Lilia to eject out of the helicopter. While in the air, the last thing Jamie remembered seeing was Lilia falling next to him as the helicopter began to free fall past them.

A feeling of cold clawed its embrace on Jamie's skin when he awoke, then darkness and suffocation as he realized that he was underwater. Blind to the world around him, he swam in the direction that he thought was up; but when his hands met a hard surface, panic spread across his mind as his breath slowly began to dwindle. As he felt more, he felt the intense sting of cold, seeing now that he was being impeded by a sheet of ice. With nothing but fear and adrenaline pushing him onward, Jamie pulled out his pistol and began to smack it against the ice, resulting in a satisfying crack. In a battle between fear and exhaustion, Jamie smashed his pistol against the wall of ice over and over, his body beginning to reject the idea of holding his breath, and telling him to breathe with stings in his lungs. In a final push, he broke free of the ice and took a deep breath of cold, sharp air. Taking a look around, Jamie noticed that Lilia was lying on the surface of the ice, likely breaking free herself and lying due to exhaustion; but as he looked across the surface of what he would have called a lake, there was no other hole in the ice other than his own. He knew of strange things in the world, but for some reason, a dark feeling crept up in the back of his mind; his instincts were screaming at high alert, telling him to-

“Run?”

Before Jamie was a young woman, a woman so beautiful that he nearly forgot that he was freezing in the water and ice. But as he looked closer, he realized there was more to this woman than a pretty face. Her body was young and slender, skin smooth as carefully carved ice, covered in dark blue markings that seemed to glow with a dark hum along the cyan surface. Her feet were unadorned by any sort of footwear, and dark veins stretched out from where her foot rested. She was clad in a silky black dress that clung to her features like a second skin and accented her assets to his lustful eyes. But what drew Jamie’s attention most was her face. Plastered all over the young woman’s face was a smile that seemed unnatural across her beautiful face like a crack in a sheet of ice, her cheeks adorned with the same markings that covered her legs, and eyes that glowed with inhuman light. Her knew the look on her face, it was the face of a predator; it was the face of a kitten that had finally caught its prey. This woman had Jamie right where she wanted him, by that point he realized deep down inside.

It was time to play.

Illya traced her feet around the man who had attempted to rape her daughter. The man thought that he was worthy enough to touch the skin of an Unseelie. Granted, the Unseelie used their bodies to entice the lust of humans and make deals much easier; Lilia had not learned yet how to do such things and this insect was not even worth the breath. Still, Illya needed something to vent her frustration upon, and the insect was still clawing for his life. She could taste his fear, feel his eyes watching her wearily, a slight smell of hope for salvation. It made Illya's blood chill and shiver with anticipation, oh how she loved inflicting terror on the hearts of humans.

"P-p-please, I n-n-need help" shivered the man as he looked up at her, hoping that somehow she would be his savior. The feeling sent another shiver down Illya's spine, how humans loved to put veils in front of their own eyes, protect their minds from terrors that leap into their hearts. Breaking that veil was the greatest feeling that could be brought to Illya's frozen heart. With a gingerly movement, Illya placed her foot upon the man's hand, veins of darkness crawling along his hands as he screamed out in pure, unhindered pain.

"Help?" Illya began as she dug her toes into his blackening flesh, freezing his hand to the very ice he clung to. "Why would I help the one that tried to rape a little girl? Why would I try to save his life, when I can turn it into unending pain as he descended to his death? Humans are so naive, it's almost sad" As she dug her foot deeper into his cracking hand, his other arm latched onto Illya's ankle, resulting in a solid kick onto his nose with her other foot. "Almost"

"STOP!!! PLEASE!!!" the man cried, the pain too unbearable for him to stand, tear streaming down his face. But as he cried, the cold began to increase, and his eyes were frozen into two balls of black ice. His next screams were instinctual, animal.

"I'm just getting started" Illya chortled, putting her foot on the very top of the man's skull, pushing his head into the water. His screams were muffled as his legs and arms splashed in the water, fighting for air as darkness began to creep all over his hair and cheeks, cracking his teeth and stopping dead his tongue even while he broke the surface; only allowing more inhuman screams. "And when I'm done with you, you'll be a plaything to things less kind than I, and your friends will join you. You will see what separates a real predator, from scavengers like you."

With a wave of her hand, Illya willed the man out the water and frosted him along the black surface of the lake, raising him up on a tree-like cross made of black ice. As he went on babbling without a working tongue, Illya created a small shank made of black ice, more like a tiny pen in length and carefully sliced off the gear that was protecting him. Tracing her cold hands along his body, Illya jabbed her tiny knife into the man, and let the darkness vein along his chest. Letting her ecstasy run free, Illya licked the man's cheek as she whispered into his ear with a voice of pure icy venom.

"How about we take off this ugly skin of yours..."

by **Twinkletoes** May 18th 2013, 8:31 pm

The throbbing beat of the helicopters droned throughout the cloudless skies, the eerie mechanical ballad penetrating the once tranquil mountain range with a foul industrial heartbeat. They were state of the art, almost impenetrable from a majority of long range, high calibre gunfire and even the occasional explosive; nothing would enter the whirring aircrafts and disrupt what happened inside. Not one soul on the ground would even comprehend the sheer depravity that was transpiring within the choppers, none would care to notice the warm mist that had begun to coat the windows nor hear the rowdy sneers from inside its metal shell. No one would know that innocence incarnate was being torn and mutilated within the aircraft. No one. There was little reasoning behind such an atrocity or for the heinous nature of man to corrupt and pollute whatever he saw fit.

Tense hands pressed into a shuddering porcelain waist, penetrating the supple skin and forcing unsightly crimson gashes to replace the harsh grip whenever the fingers sought to purge more flesh. Ragged breaths and stifled whimpers was all that was heard in the far corner of the aircraft, the rowdy jeers and remarks from whoever else was present falling on deaf ears. Lilia's eyes were clamped shut, the darkness enveloping her senses as the burning tears freely flowed down her cheeks. Every movement illicited more pain and terror till her body became so numb that there was nothing more to do than submit to this monster's sickening fantasies. Jamie whispered words into her ear, she could not understand them but she could feel his toxic lust, his violent need to quell the libido that had deformed his morality. The girl had silently begged and pleaded, hoping that this boy would take some pity on her, that he was unlike these foul beasts that already intimately knew everything about her body. But no, he only saw what they did. A piece of meat. What was left of the young agent's clothing was now on the verge of being stripped down her thighs, the last shred of protection from whatever Jamie had planned for her.

Lilia's voice could not break past the lump in her throat. No sound would escape her mouth as she internally screamed for release, for a return to her mother. She hated this. She hated them for hurting Skyler. She hated how she was so terrified to defend herself. She hated this sickening foreplay, this nightmarish collision of two young bodies that were not meant for each other; and when this rookie dragged that last protective shred of dignity down her quivering legs was when she screamed.

But then so did he...

An icy tingle immediately dripped down the girl's spine, a sense of foreboding filling her veins with an unnatural level of trepidation. Lilia's eyes were still firmly shut even when her body suddenly lurched backwards. The self imposed mental disconnection from her bruised body snapping into consciousness just in time to see a beautiful snowflake flutter into view and into the wintery oblivion below. It was too late to scream or properly react to the sudden force of gravity as her frail statveling form was sent tumbling through the air and into an icy black embrace. Her mind once more receding into unconsciousness before impact..

...

"Am I dead?"

There was silence, no answer but a frigid embrace that lingered on Lilia's exposed body. Whistling winds sung their eerie ballads as as the light gusts licked at the dainty girl's honeysuckle hair.

"Where am I?"

Lilia's senses were slowly recovering back to their alert state, the uncomfortable chill that covered her bare skin unlike that of anything else she has felt. But wait! Hadn't she just been on the helicopter? Where were the sounds of the whirring blades and the perverted jeers of Salt's men? Nowhere. There was nothing to hear but the morbid winds and strange inhuman gurgles that bled into air. Eyelids fluttered open. Bright cerulean eyes glazed over an unfathomable environment, only to widen with dilating pupils at this very alien landscape. A strained cry escaped the young agent's peachy lips as she jerked upwards, her shallow breaths instantly doubling in speed as her mind began to process the sheer unworldiness that she had woken up to. Why was she on a frozen lake? A rampage of thoughts and images began to flood the scarred remnants of the girl's mind, why was she not cold? Where were the helicopters? Lilia scoured the shadowy environment for a wreckage, a mere piece of mangled metal to prove that she was still in the real world. But there was none.

Glancing down at her body, Lilia was met with a frightening moment of realisation. Fresh bruises in the shape of fingerprints marked her waist and thighs, the very places Jamie was holding. A strained whimper escaped the young agent's throat as her eyes darted over the naked skin, a beautiful porcelain covered in a multitude of scars and bruises. They still burnt with unwanted lust and rage, screaming out at her even when the men seemed so far away. The only protection she had now remained in the light blue panties that Jamie was so close to removing off her, a shameful spectacle considering it was now the only item of clothing that clung to her shivering skin. Skinny arms instantly crossed over the exposed chest, hiding whatever shred of dignity the frightened girl had left in this wintery wasteland.

It was then that her senses had truly began to come in time with the scenario around her. A gargled cry, so horrifying that it forced the hair on the back of her neck to prick upwards, echoed behind where she cowered. swivelling her head, Lilia was met with a rather terrifying spectacle. One which forced a sharp exhalation of breath to escape her rapidly beating chest.

Not too far from where she lay was a divine creature, too immaculate to be a human and too frightening to be considered an angel. But she somehow knew this figure, this divine girl who had trespassed Lilia's dreamscape and ushered the cold at the edge of her dainty pale hands was so familiar and yet so foreign. What sort of otherworldly creature was she? Had Lilia fallen into hell and was simply awaiting punishment from this icy figure or was there another explanation? She could not say, but the strangled screeches that escaped another body snapped her attention back to the situation at hand. Pinned to a frozen totem, as dark as night and as if Winter had kissed him itself, was a frost bitten male, his limbs practically melted into the cross that he was so carelessly strung up to. Bare red skin shuddered from the intense cold, a sensation that had yet to strike the ballerina yet even though she was similarly unclothed like the screeching man.

He pained screams were halted by his shattered face, the ghastly visage burrowing its horrifying image into the depths of the girl's mind. She had to stop this, his screams resonated within her own mind till the memories of her own torture came to the forefront of her conscious. Whatever this other woman was doing to him had to be stopped, even if the ballerina was exceptionally terrified of whatever it was that was happening.

"Stop...", her voice was trembling and weak, so weak that it was tossed into wind and most likely heard by no one. Lilia blinked away the frosted moisture that built up at the corners of her eyes and weakly scrambled to her feet, making sure not to slip on the shadowy ice. Scarred soles slowly advanced forward, the blistering pain of movement making her attempts at stopping the torture even worse.

"Please stop that! You're hurting him..!", announced the young Russian's shaky melodic voice, the winds picking up behind her as if they were trying to dampen her words. No sooner had she made it halfway across the ice did her veins begin to shudder with an unfathomable surge of energy, a sensation she had never experienced before.

Without any conscious command Lilia's body instantaneously transformed into its shimmering diamond variant, the milky colour of her skin receding into a translucent indestructable light blue. All pain disappeared, the new bruises losing their burns and the numb chill that once clung to her body disappearing into oblivion as the shimmering flesh took over. The environment embraced the ballerina, whose diamond form was practically part of the lakebed, as if nature itself had crafted the ballerina into the perfect ice sculpture. In this form she was perfect and without shame, nothing could penetrate the body and no one would dare try to take her for their own. The sudden surge in her mental state boosted the girl forward, pushing her forward as extremely dense crystal shards began to sprout off of her forearms.

Sweeping her arm forward the young agent released a volley of diamond shards at the base of the monstrous ice sculpture, shattering it trunk and forcing it to collapse in on itself, sending the tortured soul back onto the lakebed with a painful thump.

She still had not processed who she had just rescued.

Swivelling in the direction of the beautiful girl Lilia was momentarily lost in the figure's divine presence, as if she was being equally strangled by the unquestionable magnificence and the searing fear that locked onto her heart. The mysterious girl shared Lilia's dainty physique, and was just or even more beautiful than the prima ballerina. Why did she look so familia? And why did an overwhelming sense of dread freeze Lilia's veins?

"...who...who are you and what have you done to him?", Lilia questioned, attempting to sound brave even though her voice wavered and her body language expressed confusion and terror rather than strength.

If only she knew...

by **Illya** June 19th 2013, 1:56 am

There was once a point in time where Illya did not enjoy inhumane things such as torture or playing with their fears; but since she was transformed into an Unseelie, she could find almost no greater joy than hearing humans scream and watching the tears of pain or terror fall down their cheeks. Each experience was like a shot of ecstasy, each in a different flavor, each making her chase the dragon of the last one. As she dug her fingers into the man’s skin, black veins continued to ease into the man’s veins, causing the man to foam at the mouth, a stark contrast to the darkness that was slowly invading his body. As his screams transformed into soundless contortions, Illya pressed her lips against her victim’s, enjoying the taste of his painful drools on her tongue, tasting the fear.

“Does it hurt so much that you cannot feel the touch of a beautiful woman’s lips?” Illya smiled into the dark pools that replaced the man’s eyes, licking the tears that had yet to become stained with darkness; letting the salty flavor wash inside of her mouth. “This torture is tame in comparison to the others that will be done to you. Soon you’ll be begging for this, wishing for something as light as this. Soon you will enjoy every scream you make, just like I am right now.”

It didn’t surprise Illya to see Lilia come to her rapist’s defense; it was actually predictable if not pathetically so. Still, Illya ignored her daughter’s cries to stop the torture, Illya would not give up the chance to torture a human soul even for her own family, and it was not like she needed to stop. Illya did not even have to use her advanced senses to know that her daughter transformed into her diamond form, and that she would send a volley of her perfect diamonds to save the pathetic, wicked soul that tortured her mere minutes ago. However, the attack caused Illya to retract her hand, releasing the tortured soul fully, and allowing the Unseelie to float freely in the air. Illya, as hospitable as ever, turned to face her daughter with a benevolent smile despite her rudeness; wind blowing along her tightly snug dress as she freely stood amongst the flakes of snow.

“Oh, how kind you are Lilia, protecting those who trespassed against you, so noble, so naïve” Illya said as she placed her chin in her palm, letting out a sigh of exasperation. While she floated above the ice, veins of darkness left her victim and began to slither up Illya’s legs like serpents, into the bowels of her gown. As the last of the darkness left, Illya settled onto the ice and walked towards her daughter. “When will you ever learn to be rid of that kindness? People as beautiful as you will always get hurt by these brutes, always will they take advantage of you; you must learn some tact. Still, can’t let such insects get in the way of such a joyous reunion.”

Without pause, Illya moved through space and appeared in front of her daughter, giving her a “warm” embrace, letting her cold skin brush against the hard diamond. Like a pristine ice sculpture, her daughter’s features were perfectly chiseled, and accented her beauty even more than her regular form. Releasing her daughter from the embrace, Illya took her daughter at arm’s length, presenting her daughter with a knowing smile.

“Oh Lilia, how you’ve grown so much, and so beautifully. Oh how your father would have loved to see you.” Illya said as she brushed her hand against the diamond cheek, letting the frost dance across the clear surface. With a knowing smile, Illya held her daughter’s face with eyes that still rang of love for her child, but also held in the desires of a predator; inside of Illya was the battle of whether to protect this precious child from the entire world, or mutate that innocence into something wicked for her own perverted pleasure. Nothing would give Illya greater pleasure than to have her bouncing baby girl transform into a proper Unseelie and embrace her heritage. But without much of an indication of the cause, Illya’s face contorted to a small scowl; despite it still looking beautiful, none could deny the feeling of absolute power in the eyes. “остановить Suka”

Without warning, the wind growled, as if not wanting to listen to the Unseelie Princess, but it quieted nonetheless. From nothingness, a thin woman appeared crouching perpendicular to the ground. At first glance, one could admire the figure and generous developments of her body, but as one looked closer, they could notice the mutations that made themselves apparent along the surface of her body; her skin was covered in spotted fur, akin to a leopard. Her features were slanted and feline in nature, her behind revealed a tail that wagged in an alert fashion. Past her beautiful lips were a set of canines that befitted a large cat, and her auburn hair was messy and tangled in a wild fashion. Rearing her head up, the woman let out a feline shriek, one that echoed along the surface of the ice.

“I will not have that behavior, not for a first meeting between the two of you” Illya said sternly, like a woman chastising her pet. With her mistress’ word, Suka retreated again, but not before circling around the ballerina like a lion stalking her cornered prey. When she finally returned to Illya’s side, Suka once again disappeared into nothingness. “I apologize for Suka’s rudeness. You’ll have to forgive her, she’s not good at meeting new people, and they always seem to have something up their sleeve. She’s the greatest protector of our family’s secrets after all; it is her duty to guard me with her life. Now enough about these heathens, let us be off to Winter, I will deal with your defilers later”

by **Twinkletoes** June 22nd 2013, 11:24 am

Having grown up in a remote village in the rural areas of Russia, Lilia was always reminded to respect nature and ensure that she did not trespass into realms tainted by what many believed to be the supernatural. Her childhood, whilst brimming with innocent wonder, was constantly marred by the ever present fear of demons and ghouls that lurked in the deepest and darkest parts of the wintery landscape. Whilst her superstition was not as potent as her beloved parents it was still quite a determining factor whenever she wandered throughout the Russian landscape, she was to never approach any house that had no neighbours nor should she follow ghostly lights that would ultimately lead to a most unfortunate death. Such trivial superstition should of been discarded earlier on in her life, but how could she, especially when she herself was essentially a monster as well. Lilia intimately knew the evils that roamed the earth, every scar that tainted her naked skin was a horrendous reminder that the monsters from her nightmares weren't just demons and beasts but humans as well. Simply acknowledging the unquestionable horror that she was subjected to during her years of captivity elicited spikes of nausea and anxiety to well up within her stomach, but alas! Such a feeling was dull sensation, her diamond form disallowing any shred of physical weakness.

It was not the fear of Franklin Salters nor his sins against her livelihood that terrified the young agent at that moment, far from it in fact. The unequivocal horror that wracked Lilia's damaged psyche was caused by the mere presence of the beautiful pale as ice female whose body drifted against the shivering winds. Lilia's scarred memory hesitantly returned to the sources of her superstitious assumptions, providing her with a quick variety of what horribly immaculate woman could be. Was she a siren, using her beauty to lure men to their deaths? Or was she a spawn of Baba Yaga herself, a thought that terrified the young Russian. The ballerina knew that this ethereal female, with features as perfect as the sculpted goddesses of old was more than just a simple being, no, there was something regal and sublime about her, so much so that Lilia was unsure if she wanted to pursue the questions she had for the girl.

A morbid sense of trepidation and uncertainty snaked its way into the core of her indestructible body, her glistening cerulean eyes glancing across the frozen landscape as she took a step back from the angelic female. This young woman knew her name, saying it aloud as if she had known the terrified agent her whole life, something that elicited more surges of uncertainty throughout Lilia's wounded conscious.

"...he's...no he can't be...you can't do that to him...I umm..", Lilia incoherently mumbled, shooting an anxious glance at the writhing form of what was apparently Jamie, the young man who only a few minutes ago was assaulting her basic human rights. Lilia stumbled a bit, her shimmering diamond face contorted into a look of disgusted horror as she once more allowed the figure's deathly familiar voice to ring forth. "Y-you know nothing about me...!", she flinched defensively, wondering why this frightening beauty was questioning the very essence of her soul. Kindness was one of the young agent's most obvious virtues and having this stranger debate against it was a rather uncomfortable experience.

The young woman, who stood at the same height as Lilia and possessed an eerily similar petite build, floated forwards onto the ground where Lilia stood, her elegant movements as graceful and light as a snowflake. The young Russian, whose diamond arms were still firmly wrapped around her naked chest, momentarily recoiled as the alluring female drifted into a tight embrace, the sort only an old friend could give. Whilst this was incomparably strange and deliberate Lilia could not struggle against the girl's hug, not entirely confident that rejecting such an advance would be the smart thing to do.

She smelt like morning dew and preserved rose petals, a faint and wondrously sweet scent that wafted into the confines of Lilia's senses. Who was this girl? She looked old enough to be her sister, twin even and yet even then, the strange all-knowing glint in her piercing blue eyes told Lilia that this beautiful young woman knew a lot more than she gave off. Whilst she was not in an embarrassing state of undress like Lilia her choice of clothing seemed highly impractical for such an environment and her lack of footwear slightly distressed the paranoid ballerina. Wasn't she cold? Why had she tortured Jamie? How did she know Lilia?

The passing comment about her father felt like a dull blade piercing her heart, the simple and doting farmer who only wanted the best for his little girl was dead and the mere revival of his memory caused the young agent to shuffle uncomfortably against the pale girl's firm grip. Lilia had to physically shake her head to remove the dreaded thoughts of her father's untimely passing and it was only until her head bowed before the strange female's discerning gaze did she feel a strange, almost supernatural tingle trickle down her shimmering spine. Something seemed off, and it was not only because of this horrifying beauty in front of her.

...Suka? That's just rude...she internally mumbled to herself, flinching slightly as the girl spoke into the naked air, a sense of domination over the frigid winds. 'Suka' was a derogatory term and for a moment the prima ballerina actually thought the glowing girl was talking about her.

Lilia's glinting lips slowly curled open as her mouth began to formulate the rush of questions, only to stop halfway when she heard a frightening growl screech into the winds. A gut wrenching tingle coursed its way through Lilia's core, her immaculate visage momentarily shifting into look of horror. Out of nowhere, as if the very winds itself had created her, was this 'Suka', a girl so frightening and alien that Lilia actually let out a breath-less gasp. Her diamond skin rippled with a wash of deep purple before her shimmering cerulean orbs caught the feline gaze of the crouching female. The young agent was trapped in the raw, horrifying and almost beastly glare that it took a severe amount of self awareness to tear her eyes away from the creature. There was no mistaking it, this thing, 'Suka', was one of the demons that her parents had so passionately warned her about. Lilia could feel the full brunt of a supernatural aura off whatever this snarling creature was and she felt her knees give way, not from physical exhaustion but rather, mental fragility.

Suka's glinting feline eyes bore into the exposed ballerina, circling the frightened girl like a tiger would to a fawn. Lilia's body stiffened up as the snarling female entered her blind spot, keeping her arms firmly clutched to her upper body. The young agent knew how it felt to be the meek little prey and even in this indestructible form she still felt vulnerable, completely open for Suka to strike her down.

But then the creature disappeared once more into the winds, her beastly aura now but a faint sensation. Was she really a demon? Why was this girl saying she was the protector of 'their' families secrets? How was she family? Lilia had never met this startling beauty ever before and yet somehow, she felt so familiar, like a fragmented memory lost in the mists of her scarred consciousness. She was certainly old enough to be a cousin or even a sister, a twin perhaps. The similarities between the two were unmistakable and the confused ballerina legitimately had no idea whether this young woman really was someone she knew.

"W-wait! No...I-I can't go with you! I don't know who you are and my...my mother needs me, she needs me more than ever..", Lilia stammered, the excruciating memories of where she left Skyler once more invading her thoughts. Such frantic contemplation was instantly marred when her gaze fell upon Jamie's writhing desecrated body, the horror of simply witnessing such a gruesome spectacle was more than enough to heighten her paranoia."...You're a d-demon! I'm not going! I-I won't go...", her shaky voice wavered, her limbs clenching up as she took a step backwards away from this peculiar female.

Why did this angelic girl want her? Of all the people someone so frighteningly beautiful would care to have why would she have the bruised and broken ballerina? Lilia's mind was soon racked by a flood of anxiety and the rush of her sins, the guilt laden past with every single man who hurt her springing forth like a volcano. Her head was shaking, her diamond lip firmly clamped between her teeth as she stumbled backwards, away from the hypnotic woman. She wanted to get away. Return to Skyler and escape this frigid fantasy world, go back to being the 'normal' teenager who lived with her guardian in Georgia.

Her overwhelming panic soon doubled over and Lilia tore her gaze away from the young woman, her lithe crystalline body swivelling in the opposite direction, already sprinting away as fast as possible. She didn't know why she was running. The girl hasn't threatened her nor hurt her, but simply gazing upon Jamie's massacred body was more than enough to tell the young agent that the icy female was a lot more powerful than her physique made her out to be. Bare diamond feet skidded against the ice, the shimmering limbs sending her forward in a brisk sprint across the frozen lake, away from the alluring woman. She had to return home and save Skyler, that was her aim...

That is, until the ice beneath her feet shattered and the wet embrace of the black waters engulfed her body, sending her sprawling immaculate form into the watery pit below. It was too late to save herself, her footing crumbled beneath the weight of her diamond body. A strangled gasp escaped Lilia's shimmering lips, her eyes widening in shock as she plunged into the belly of the lake...completely submerged in the merciless confines of the shadowy water...

by **Illya** July 17th 2013, 4:56 am

Illya couldn’t have guessed that Lilia would have had such a negative reaction to her presence. She did recall that her daughter lived in a place filled with superstition and folklore, but she didn’t think it would be so bad as to cause her to run from her own mother. The reaction was… invigorating; the mere sight of Illya caused her daughter such terror, it was more than enjoyable, it was almost addicting, even at the first time. When she made contact with her daughter, she could feel her fear. It was so thick, so lucid that it was almost physical; it was delicious. When Illya embraced her daughter, it was as if her very presence caused Lilia to freeze like morning dew in the sudden frost. The thought brought chills down her spine, training her daughter would be far more enjoyable than she originally thought. At first she wanted to see how fate would play its course; now Illya wanted nothing more than to torture and corrupt her daughter, turn her diamond brilliance into glorious maleficent obsidian.

As Lilia ran from her mother in terror, screaming words of scorn and excuses, Illya did nothing but watch in perverse pleasure. Her daughter was trying so hard to reject her heritage deep down within her soul. Illya remembered that she was once like that, trying so hard to reject the creeping tendrils of corruption. But just like Illya, Lilia would fall, maybe she would hold out to the torture much longer than Illya did; Illya hoped she did. As her daughter tripped on her own feet and into the cold waters below, Illya watched her daughter’s descent into the dark depths. Soon Lilia’s shining form disappeared with in the waters, leaving Illya with her own reflection, letting the Unseelie see her own twisted smile.

“Soon Lilia, you will see. Mother knows best.”

“…gonna… kill… you…”

“Oh, you’re still alive?” Illya questioned mockingly as she turned her head to face her victim. Though she didn’t need to turn around, Illya still made the effort to look at the pathetic excuse of a man still cursing Illya even as his body was broken. “Admirable, you still managed to keep your mind. I’m impressed”

“…gonna... GUT you!...” Jamie grumbled as he crawled towards Illya, all of his pain and helpless fear turned into anger towards the woman standing before him, the one who broke his body and took away his sight, even for a brief moment. But as he neared the Unseelie princess, Illya stomped her heel on his hand, sending the black veins flowing once again. Jamie looked up at the Unseelie with a form of twisted desperation and anger, despite his incredible fear, something inside him caused him to act cocky. "You... BITCH. When the others get here, we're gonna... have you replace... that girl."

“No, you won’t” Illya said wickedly as she reached down and ripped off the man’s left arm completely from the socket, watching the face as it went through the stages. First it was confusion; the sudden loss of a limb caused a shock that Jamie could not shake. He looked at the black limb, incapable of recognizing it for some reason. Next step was realization, then disbelief. It came apparent to Jamie that the black husk in Illya’s hand was his.

Then came pain...

Screams filled the night as Jamie flailed helplessly along the icy surface, small pulses of blood shooting out of his stump as his heartbeat continued. It did not take long for the sound to die down, but the symphony entertained the Unseelie Princess for the short time that it lasted. The cold would soon claim the man; all Illya had left, was to watch the wounds fester, for her toy was now finished. Wind once again growled, signaling the reappearance of Suka, the nubile grimalkin sniffed the blood in the air and looked at her mistress expectantly. Despite the fact that Illya was her purpose for life, she was still a cat, and a dying carcass was barely something she could pass up, especially if it was still alive. Illya did not even need to hear words from her pet to realize what she wanted, goading a sigh from the divine snow woman.

"Very well, I suppose you never liked your meals cold" Illya exhaled, holding her head with her fingers in a common gesture of exasperation. With a wag of her tail, Suka stalked closer to her prey. Jamie could barely keep his eyes open, pain and shock locked his body to the icy floor beneath him, the only thing keeping him warm was the blood seeping into his clothes. He knew now that if someone did not come to his rescue now, he would be eaten alive, and there was nothing he could do about it. All he could do was provide entertainment to whatever twisted monster that was behind that beautiful face.

Closing his eyes, Jamie left it up to fate.

"What the fuck is that?!"

"Oh shit, they got Jamie!"

"Looks like the cavalry has arrived" Illya cheered, clapping her hands in excitement. At first, the arrival of his companions gave Jamie hope, but as he managed to look up at the unearthly beauty, the only thing he could feel was fear as he gazed at the expression on her face. It wasn’t mockery, pride or even blind confidence; it was glee, a pure, perverted excitement. Seeing that look upon her face killed Jamie’s hope as quickly as it came, whoever this woman was, she would make quick work of them like she made him. “Suka” At the sound of her name, the wild beauty perked up and her eyes met with the forms of Jamie's companions.

Jamie had no idea that he couldn’t have been more right.

With a blink of the eye, the two women disappeared into the wind and appeared faster than a thought before the men. The snow woman gracefully moving, caressing the men, causing their bodies to tense and freeze into solid effigies of black ice and flesh. The bodies then smashed as an invisible force slashed into them, sending chunks of frozen blood flying through the air like a scarlet snowfall. Brushing her hair to the side, Illya looked back to Jamie, just to take in the final hope dashed away before his eyes. Destroying hope was a lovely feeling, but creating hopelessness was even better. Walking back towards the fallen man, Illya and Suka sauntered over the frozen remains of Jamie’s companions, stopping just in front of him. Dropping his own frozen limb in front of him, Illya gazed down upon Jamie with new inspiration from her corrupted mind painted all over her face; maybe he could entertain her still.

“Now… where were we?...”

by **Twinkletoes** November 5th 2013, 11:36 pm

Move your legs.

Kick with your feet.

The distant voice in her mind called out, repeating itself over and over again. You can do it Lilia! Just like ballet, kick your legs through the water. The voice chanted softly and gently at first, urging the terrified girl to move her body, to escape the dark wet void that completely surrounded her form. Lilia tried to listen, but her translucent body no longer heeded her mental demands, limp against the crushing weight of the freezing water. It was as if time had relinquished control of the petite Russian and had forsaken her to an eternity trapped in the bottom of the lake. But the voice still cried out, louder and more desperately. The glinting crack of light she had created in her fall was now a wavering glow...growing smaller and smaller the further she fell.

Move your arms!

Lilia knew she would not drown in this form and yet she had never felt so utterly claustrophobic and terrified in her life. This was not like every other nightmare, sweaty hands crawling across her naked skin; no, this felt supernatural. The girl's innate sense of foreboding screeched over the steady voice in her head telling her to swim. How had this all happened? Where was she? But most of all, who was that other girl? The young agent's mind was a scrambled mess of broken memories and trauma, figments of her past plaguing the brittle cage she had entrusted her sanity to. No matter how far her consciousness reached, she could neither remember that terrifying beauty nor command her body to move. Maybe she had been cursed by the witch, subjected to a watery hell and never to see her beloved guardian ever again. Simply thinking of Skyler hurt and the memories spurred the girl into another mental fit of attempting to regain control of her skinny limbs.

Kick, kick, KICK!

A muffled scream burst from her pale glistening lips, the hollow sound creating no air bubbles, just the pure noise of frustration. After everything she had gone through, every chapter of suffering and torment, this was how fate repaid her. A clumsy fall into an unknown lake, fleeing from something (or someone) equally alluring and horrifying. The very notion of being imprisoned in a watery grave only served to heighten the girl's panic, the rippling strands of malleable diamond beginning to shudder with the sheer emotional turmoil. She knew how to swim! Her birth mother had taught her in a lake by their house in Chernokozovo, diligently and graciously assisting the once happy little girl to kick with her little feet and to dance through the water. But her mother was dead. Just like her father, her neighbours, her friends and everyone she once loved.

They were all gone and there was nothing she could do to save them. Lilia couldn't even save herself and the deep pit of regret and guilt began to simmer underneath the panic and stress her mind was undergoing. Her mind throbbed when her body could not, her hands shuddered where they need not and her heart thrummed with a newfound intensity that felt like it could shatter the diamond ribcage.

You still have Skyler, protect and love her...

A shimmering violet thread of crystal slowly entwined around the girl's dainty figure, like a serpentine cocoon it slithered across her body, plunging smaller threads into the indestructible flesh. A searing icy kiss pressed into the girl's heart, penetrating every futile sensation and flooding her veins with something cold...something powerful. Lilia could do nothing but watch, terrified and confused. Yet, it felt good...like she was exeriencing new life in her body again. It was as if she was evolving...*

***

His eyes could no longer see, there was nothing but the suffocating blackness that slaughtered his vision. What remained of the young man's once lively and malicious orbs were hardened inky gems that oozed down his cheeks, staining his frost bitten face like tar on snow. Jamie's body was nothing more than a shattered husk, a cruel insult to the figure that was once so youthful and passionate. Gone was his tongue, now nothing more than erect monument paralysed in his ghastly mouth, torn and cracked like a cursed ice sculpture.

The young man heard the frantic screams of his friends, flinched at the tearing of limbs and shuddering at the sound of snapped bones. What was once a chorus of cussing and gunfire had all been silenced in the space of a few seconds. The elite force was now nothing, he could not see it to prove it but he knew. The foul stench of torn guts wafted near him, suffocating his blackened nose with the scent of his murdered associates.

The frosted stump where his arm used to be smelt like rust and rain. There was no feeling left. All Jamie could feel was fear. Pungent and suffocating.

Hearing the ghostly woman's voice once more ushered impressive garbled screeches to escape his throat. He didn't want to die, he was too young, too human and greedy to have it all snatched away so soon. He tried to apologise, screamed out for mercy and forgiveness but it all came out as ugly noise.

His time had come...

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