The Vampire and the Wolf

[Zoltan]

Sith Alchemy lab...

Zee faded in and out of consciousness as he felt himself being dragged through the dank stone halls of the ancient Sith fortress. When he did open his one good eye, as the other had been sealed shut, he saw that the windows were painted with murals of atrocities most foul. Horrible scenes of humanoids being devoured by a giant wolf like creature. Carvings engraved the walls in a language that Zee did not understand, but still somehow disturbed him. Every time he looked to long at one of the words it seemed to shift beneath his gaze and made his stomach churn. Zoltan felt that everything he had endured was but a taste of things to come.

The halls were lit by Gothic chandeliers alight with hundreds of red candles which occasionally would drip a thin line of wax. The wax dried mid way down so that the chandeliers themselves appeared to be bleeding. As the Echani slave finally fully awoke he remembered everything that had happen to him. How could he forget when his new arm constantly reminded him. He had almost grown numb to the pain it caused, but every time he thought it would end it would send another pulse of agony throughout his body. It had been grafted in away so that it would grate against his flesh and nerves so that they may never properly heal. He looked around the cage in which he had been placed and sighed.

He tested the bars with his cybernetic arm and saw that they would not bend to his strength. He gave up with a frustrated snarl and punched the bars furiously with his robotic arm to no effect except sending more pangs of pain through his body. Zoltan fell to his shebs and crossed his legs. He stared at the clawed robotic fingers that cut flesh so easily and wondered what would happen if he slit his wrist to the bone with one of the pointed digits. Another wave of pain wracked his body and Zee tensed beneath the excruciating hurt. He clenched his teeth and felt the tears roll down his cheeks.

"Bastard..." He growled softly between pursed lips.

The pain lasted for what felt like hours, but only could've been minutes. Zoltan bared the pain with immense difficulty until finally he became almost numb to it... Though he knew eventually it would come back, even worse than before. Zee stared at nothing with glazed eyes. They were absent of anything. Hope, happiness, emotion. Everything had been stripped from him and now all that was left for him was pain. He had been beaten, tortured savagely, dismembered and reassembled until he was nothing, but a blank slate...

Still, for some reason he endured.

Was it for the Woman with the heart shaped face. What was her name? It was so hard to think through the pain. Seo Linn. The vestige of sanity that still lingered within his mind spoke. No. It was not for her. Was it the Padawan with the Sing Song voice? Cixi Lu. No it was not for her. Then what? The voice asked.

"REVENGE!" He shouted as he hopped to his feet.

One day, through sheer strength of will, he would crush the people who had set him up, the sith who had tortured him, and the Jedi who had abandoned him. The whole entire galaxy would be victim to his rage. He grabbed hold of the bars and began shaking them violently, but even as his own screams echo began to end he could hear the reply of another. This scream was not one of anger, but terror. It was so primal, so fearful, that it made Zoltan shiver. Even when he thought he had been through all they could put him through, he knew. Something told him.

There's always worse.

Zoltan sat back on his bum and placed hands beneath his bottom. He began rocking ever so slightly and humming quietly in a attempt to drown out the sound.

The sound of those awful screams!

[member="Nyx Tempest"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Nyx's Apartment Akvase city

The rain pattered hard on the windows, it reminded Nyx of her former home the now damned Coruscant, in all her 200 years in this galaxy she had seen and learned many things, but it was only these past couple years since she left her home, going places she never thought she could as well as setting forth her own set of beliefs. In her first 150 years she had been taught that killing was wrong, that it should only be done on the edge of hunger madness, however since she left to see the galaxy she had discovered that her killing for what she needed was by far the least of anyone's concerns.

The small knight sat on her bed, listening to the rain, reflecting on the past few days, she had been through a good deal, she was promoted from an apprentice to a knight, she had fought in the toughest battle she had ever seen much less fought in, but none the less she had survived it. her breathing was steady and her mind at ease, that was until she felt suffering so great it made her have to investigate. She sprang to her feet which in all essence made her lose about a foot of height. She was used to being underestimated, it happened to her quite a bit, for she was about the smallest sith you would ever see, because of this she had to be tough and take no shit from anyone.

she padded from her bedroom and into the bathroom, looking in the mirror she did something she did every morning, her eyes moved from her hair down to her eyes, to her cheekbones, and from there she moved down the rest of her body, it wasn't a physical thing it was more mental, she used it to ground her in reality, this being done she stepped out of her sleep shorts and then donned her black combat fatigue, her black corset and cloak, she stepped into her shoes, they were made for stealth and speed but not durability.

Upon stepping out the front door she locked it she pulled the hood of her cloak over her dark main, the rain pounded on her as she made her way to her personal speeder. She jumped in and started it, she was not a pilot by any means but she can just about get where she is going but not control whether it is fast or slow. She closed her eyes allowing the force to guide her toward the source of the agony. The city had a decent amount of speeder traffic, that is to say it didn't have as much as coruscant but more than say Naboo.

She reached The Alchemy lab in no time at all, upon stepping through the door she was almost over come with the amount of Agony she felt, the screams made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. It felt so good to be in the presence of so much agony, she came her hoping to cause more than was already here. She silently walked down the small corridor's making her way to what was known as the pit, where they kept the experiments. Upon reaching the steel door she slowly opened it basking in the presence of so much pain.

She approached the bars of the cage from which the screaming originated. She spoke in her normal sing-song way "Why do you feel so much pain, agony and anguish, for the sith have done nothing but improved a base metal to gold." She said taunting him slightly with her fangs glinting

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[Zoltan]

Zoltan heard the shrieking and wailing coming from what he could only assume were the other prisoners. No matter how hard he tried to drown out the noise the screams always wormed their way back into his head. His rocking stopped as his conscious began to delve deeper into his mind, seeking any form of solace that it could. Strange distorted visions began to materialize before him. He tilted his head sideways as he curiously wondered what these strange mirage's were. First he saw Cixi and smiled. The Silver had come to rescue him, but instead of unlocking the door she sat their smiling , waving, smiling and waving.

HELP ME! Zoltan shouted, but no words came out. Instead it was nothing but an inaudible mumble.

Then he saw his tormentor and master. The Sith named Jack. Jack crouched low before Zoltan's cage and dangled his own old arm before him. No, no, no! Zoltan whispered, but as he looked away his eyes drifted back to his new cybernetic arm.

"YOU BASTARD!" Zoltan shouted aloud as he shot from his sitting position.

With arm outstretched he sent out a burst of wind which managed in doing little but unsettling the dust where Jack's illusion once sat. Zee rubbed his eyes, but could find Jack nowhere in sight. Even so, his arm sent another twang of pain up his arm and with it came Jack's familiar cackle. Chills went up Zoltan's spine, he squeezed his eyes tight and his hands shot too his ears.

"Get out of my head!" He yelled.

The laughter stopped and Zee opened his eyes. Before him was Seo's form. The strange Jedi who had told him even stranger things. She had whispered sweet nothings in his ear, promised him great power. Even a throne of his own... An ice queen and her frozen chess piece. Wh-what are you doing here? Zoltan thought and she only stared with the same frosty green eyes. Zoltan's head shot to the hall as he heard footsteps echoing across stone floors.

"Did you hea-," Zee stopped himself as he looked back to where Seo had once stood, but she was gone now...

"Please don't leave me..." Zoltan pleaded as the visions dissipated. He clenched the cage bars with both hands and lowered his head.

"GRAGH!" He shouted as his head reared backwards.

Then finally the newcomer rounded the corner. She was the source of the footsteps Zoltan knew. She was short and petite. Somehow she reminded Zee of the summer on Eshan. Yellow eyes like twin suns, which rested atop a cat like nose complimented by lips like pursed persimmon flowers, all framed by an angelic face that made Zoltan believe he would bask in the heavens if only he did what she asked. Though she spoke harshly her voice was somehow melodic, almost trance like which disturbed Zoltan and yet somehow also pleased him. Mocking him she spoke of pain as if it were something to be glorified. Zoltan shook his head and let out a maniacal laugh that belied his sanity. His head swung violently forward and he outstretched his clawed cybernetic fingers so that he might snatch her pretty little face right off her head.

Knowing the atempt to be futile, he merely laughed and shook his head once more.

"Well then, won't you come in this cage with me? Their are a but a few things I could show you that would make your body writhe," He finished with a wolfish grin and a wink. If only she would just open the cage... Just a chance.. Then he would be one step closer to ultimate vengeance.

[member="Nyx Tempest"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Nyx gazed upon the prisoner, his madness apparent, inside of her she had a debate of whether to put him out of his misery or to let him suffer, once he began to speak to her she knew what she must do, she needed to break his mind so fully that he would never be the same, he had already been somewhat broken by Jack, but when it came to breaking people fully Nyx was by far the best that the Empire had to offer, she was the one they called in when they couldn't break someone, though short and petite she had an intimidating presence to her that you couldnt teach.

Nyx's gaze became cold and calculating, she took in the sight of the man, he looked pathetic, someone so much bigger than her so weak, it kind of amused her, she held out a hand and suddenly the man would feel an invisible hand pushing him, should it succeed he would be against the wall held there unable to move, if this happened Nyx would open the cage door before using the force to lock it behind her.

She stepped forward holding her hand up as if she were choking someone, she allowed the force to do her work for her "I don't want to hurt you, however I will." She said and with that she brought up her other hand bolts of lightning flew out of her fingertips. Doing this she stepped forward her voice not breaking, "look at yourself wallowing in your madness how pitiful" she said her singsongy voice as powerful as ever

Should he resist the force push she would stand back and continue to taunt him

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[Zoltan]

Bent, broken, shattered seemed more like it. Driven by rage and consumed by fear Zee's mind clung to sanity by a hinge. He was truly going mad and the only constant within his broken brain was a blinding hatred. Hate for the Sith, the Jedi and everyone else. What he wanted was to do more than kill, he wanted to burn worlds. But he would do it in no one's name other than his own. He would kill everything within his path and in the end when the dust settled and only he was left he would wallow in his self loathing alone. For suffering was always done best in solitude and silence. Zee's frayed nerves were split to wire thin hairs. He truly had no idea what he could do to escape this hell. But, one thing was for damn sure. He would never serve another...

He'd rather die then let these Sith lord over him the fact that they had molded him into some sort of tool to be used for their own gains. He had always been and always would be his own man. A proud member of his race the Echani. A soldier, trained in the martial arts of his people since birth. While he appeared frail he was more than capable of defending himself. No, this place would be his downfall. For their was no other way. He could never serve. The Sith woman before him easily side stepped his hand and she cooed at him in her lullaby voice. Even as he was pushed against the back of his cage by unseen dark magics, even as he felt himself pinned by that invisible hand like a rat Zoltan knew he would never break, at least, not fully.

The Sith woman's hand tightened into a fist and Zoltan felt the muscles in his neck tighten. His throat became constrained and he breathed in soft rasps. She entered his cage and Zoltan mustered up what little mucus he could from the bowels of his throat and spat at her, erupting into choking laughter afterwards.

"The only thing your doing with that lullaby voice of yours is putting me to sleep!" Zee rasped, and his words were followed with more laughter.

God he hated when his sense of bravado took over. Lightning cackled down her free hand and Zee spied it from the corner of his eyes. A tinge of fear flashing through his irises, Jack had liked lightning too...

But, before he could stop himself the words were already leaving his mouth. "What are you going to do, tickle me to death with your magic fingers?" His barking laughter grew even louder now "Give me some shock therapy? Is that what the doc prescribed?" He couldn't help but cackle at the madness of it all. Truly, he was doomed.

[member="Nyx Tempest"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

The man's words only angered Nyx more than before, she was getting angry and as she did the intensity of her lightning became greater, she held it for a good moment before stopping, she had a good idea. She took a deep breath and with that she summoned all the emotion she could muster and gave one huge force scream, it was her signature power, it was likely to burst the eardrums of everyone within 100 feet of her and those within 20 feet of her were likely to get even worse, that is if they werent extremely strong. After that she did something she normally didnt do, she used the force on her own body, while holding him to the wall she used the force to accelerate the speed of her fist over and over again hoping to land it on his face

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