The First Encounter
Topic: Daniel Cruize Chronicles
#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She had screamed out in pain as his hand had moved to snap the bones in her wrist, though she never actually felt them break she was sure he at least fractured it. She would have stumbled if he wouldn't have moved backwards, taking them both along for the ride that ended in her being thrown away from him as if she were a rag doll. Her body twisted in the air, all her focus turning towards landing rather than just falling back to the ground and when her body finally came down a good twenty feet from where he was crouched she stared in shock at the unfolding events. She had landed nearly perfectly in a stance that made her ready to either try running again, or attacking; Her knees bent enough so she was nearly crouched as low as he was, one hand, the opposite from the one he had injured pressing fingertips against the grass as her eyes bled to golden, swallowing away her grey. The blade had been dropped during their little encounter, her head tilting as she caught the scent of his blood.~

Daniel, he has tricked you.

~She would try talking now that there was some space between them, and no weapons were drawn.~

#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:Daniel snickered through his words, his eyes fixed and unmoving from her form. He'd expected nothing less from her mouth. In her desperate attempts to spare her own life, she'd say anything. Not a single word slipped from his lips, but instead a deep ferral growl rumbled within his chest. The glasses slipped from his forehead as the wind around them picked up suddenly. In the distance, a storm was beginning to roll in, the billowing dark grey clouds ominous and foreboding. The intense green gaze that had focused upon her form was speckled with hints of red and brown. With a sneer, he shifted his position, ready to spring into action with her next movement.:

#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She shook her head slowly, trying to think of what to say, what could she possibly say to remind him, to break this. She would kill Bones if ever given the chance, tear him limb from limb and bathe in his blood as he took his final breaths. Slowly she let her body relax, standing more casually rather then in ready stance. Her eyes never left Daniel, though she was fully aware of the wind picking up, the storm rolling in. Breathing out slowly she lowered her voice, speaking to him from across the twenty foot gap that remained.~

Daniel, you need to remember because I wont fight you. Your Pack was destroyed by Bones, the Hinthial Pack. You've joined the Ulric, my Pack. You're my Ulrika.. please.. remember.

#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:Daniel's eyes narrowed, her words fell on deaf ears. He could care less about the lies that were spouting from her lips. The red and brown flecks of colour in the intense green gaze had subsided although his intentions were far from finished. If she insisted on his presence in her life, perhaps he's play along.:

Oh yes, now I remember...

:He cocked a brow slightly, his eyes meeting with hers. The tone of voice he'd taken with her had still contained a hint of the snide manner it had previously. The fuck he would be in any pack. He'd never felt the need to be anything but on his own. Daniel was strong, and perhaps could have been a very strong leader, but the only pack he remembered were the ones that had attacked him in his memory, and it all centered around the bitch and her lies.:

#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She stood staring at him, and the only thing she felt was helplessness, she hated Bones. She hated that he was able to make her feel like this, she hated that Bones could steal her confidence away and now her Ulrika. Shaking her head she turned from him suddenly, literally turning her back on the massive Werewolf as she moved deeper into the woods, her voice carrying on the nights air.~

Bones will kill everyone you ever held dear, Daniel. You may think I'm the enemy now, but tell me of your past then. Tell me where you've been for the past ten years, the past fucking week. Tell me these things, and then convice yourself they are true.

~The wind was blowing harder now, throwing strands of thick curls free of the hold from the ponytail to whip it forward into her face, brushing ends against her slender neck. Her flesh the perfect mix between tanned and pale, the moonlight that was being covered by the rolling clouds giving her skin a slight natural glow as if it could actually react to that cool light of night.~

#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:Daniel had extensive memories over the past years, most of them involved his (now) partner Bones. Within the confines of the secret society of Vampires and Werewolves alike, each had rose to a respective power. Their lives had revolved around that power. The last few weeks had involved much planning of the execution of the Ulfric Pack. The Hinthial as she called him, were nothing. He never knew of such a pack, only the word he knew was from the ancient culture he'd grown up in. Hinthial was Etrusian for ghost or spirit. There was nothing needed to convince him of his past, the memories that Bones had constructed had been elaborate and he'd used time and effort to make them as real as his own true memories had been. With the howling of the wind coursing through the trees, Luca wouldn't hear the soft click, then a much more sharp one as he pulled the pistol from it's holster, removed the safety and drew the chamber back to ready it for the shot. Daniel's expierence with that weapon in particular was quiet extensive, making him and excellent shot despite the alterations for power and accuracy. He raised it, aimed and fired, compensating with the intereference that would have resulted from the wind. Luca had only seconds as the bullet barrelled towards her. Would it miss or strike, either way Daniel didn't care. There were other plans instore for the Ulfric Pack, much more devious than Luca could think possible on his part. Bones had tapped into the darkness of Daniel's personality, drawing it forth and making it a dominant characteristic. In time, if things went according to plan, the entire society of Werewolves and Vampires alike would tremble beneath their feet.:

#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She could have moved, possibly completely out of the way but she had to trust in it, if it killed her or not in the end wasn't the point. She needed to know how far gone Daniel was, and the only way to figure it out would be to accept her fate with him. It seemed to take forever, as if the bullet had slowed once it left the gun and time itself had nearly come to a stop. She felt the bullet bust through her flesh, and then nothing. Warm speckles of her blood splattered over her face and up her sweatshirt as it exited her upper shoulder. A slow ragged breath left her pale lips as she blinked, tilting her head down to look at the wound and found herself on her knees on the cold earth. He had shot her, clean and just like that. Not a second thought had gone through his mind, and the fear that she had actually lost him was becoming very real. Another breath was taken as she slowly twisted her body so she could look back at him, her eyes filled with the realization that he wasn't himself, that she loved him and perhaps that would never again matter. She still didn't run, she didn't even move to stand again and instead just remained kneeling, waiting for his next move in silence.~

#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:The hollow point, would expand as it hit it's target, creating a considerable amount of damage, but instead of only expanding it had fragmented inside of her before most of it had left her body. The chemical it had relased would burn away at her flesh, making the wound even more grevious. The combination of the two factors together, made his rounds deadly. A second shot wasn't needed in Daniel's opinion, especially not with a living subject. The white phospherous woudl absorb into her blood stream, poisoning her system and with time creating adverse results. Though being a werewolf, she may be immune to some of these affects. None the less, the bullet had done it's job and a sick pleased smile had cross over his lips. Even with the satisfaction of a job well done, there was something nagging at him, deep inside. Daniel brushed it off, thinking nothing of it as the first drops of rain began to fall from the dark clouds overhead. With one last glance towards the forest, Daniel turned back towards the Tavern, spriting as he tucked away pistol. The barrel had cooled quickly as only one shot had been fired. As he drew near the tavern, he picked up the now rain slicked duster he'd left on the ground, slipping it back over his arms and adjusting across his broad shoulders. A second thought wasn't given to the injured wolf as he stepped inside the room. A nagging burn had adjitated his injury, however insignificant to the Lycan's massive body it may have been. With a roll of his shoulders, he slid a hand inside his duster, over the wound itself and moved through the inn, back to the delve of shadows he'd first slipped into upon entering.:

#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She had watched him in silence as he had moved away from her as if she was just a piece of trash, a Mutt he had hunted down to kill - though in all honestly he had done a piss poor job. She wondered why he hadn't finished the job, had he honestly hoped she would just lay down and die? Her gut told her maybe there was hope, if the roles had been reversed, and she had been hunting down a Mutt she wouldn't have thought twice about putting a pretty bullet into his skull - so why hadn't he done the same if he truely felt that way towards her? She had only waited long enough for him to get half way back to the Tavern before she moved, fighting back the groan of pain as her shoulder began to throb, forcing herself not to look at it yet. It would do her no good to sit there in the grass while the rain started to come down and cry over the messy hole in her shoulder. All her focus moved to crawling slowly across the quickly dampening grass to gather the blade she had dropped earlier. His blood was on it, honestly she had no idea what she could do with the sample, but she wasn't about to pass up a possible opportunity. Slidding it back into it's casing she closed her eyes and forced herself to stand, her shoulder and arm completely numb, limb as she began to pant. It was bad, she knew it was bad and without even looking could feel the warm ooze of her blood soaking into her shirt. Swallowing she closed her eyes once she was finally standing, fighting to keep herself from passing out before she'd try to move again.~

The First Encounter
Topic: Daniel Cruize Chronicles
#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:With a sudden intrusion in his mind from Bones, Daniel stepped from the shadows snarling. He just wanted to fuck with the girl, send her pack after him so he could dispose of them all at a later date. An angry snide voice echoed in his mind, one who's tone couldn't be taken lightly.:

'You fucking fool, finish her. Do it now.'

:Bones commanded, but Daniel rebuked with a thought of his own.:

'You don't own me, and the day you honestly believe yourself to will be the day I end your pathetic existance.'

:The glory that Bones had taken when he'd thought that he'd had Daniel under his complete control had been short lived. An echoing laugher, malicious in nature poured into the silence of Daniel's mind, his own laughter. Bones may have succeeded in fucking with his memories, and falsifying the ones he now had, but never once did he have complete and total control over the Lycan's being. With the new found defiance Daniel presented Bones would soon have trouble. The memories that were supposedly erased could threaten to come flooding back should Bones push the massive beast. Daniel's eyes moved to the door he'd just entered, and to Bones' dismay Daniel moved towards it once more but not in a threatening stance. He moved comfortably, unlike someone who was about to make a death blow.:

#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She was tired, so fucking tired of everything that had been happening. She didn't want to return home, she had been locked up there for weeks, unable to leave because of the curse, the injuries and Daniel. He had made her stay out of it, and where had it gotten her, shot, cursed and without him. If she returned home now Richard would be there, and there was no telling what arugement would occur and where it would lead. Slowly she sat back down on the ground, leaning her back up against a tree stump as the rain began to fall heavier, soaking her, washing the blood into something thinner. Her head was starting to pound, and she knew soon the numb feel would disappear and pulsing pain would replace it - but until then she just wanted to sit there, to catch her breath and think.~

#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:Daniel kicked open the door the led out the back way. Even through the heavy rain, Daniel's eyes moved directly to Luca's form. The scent from her wound made it easy for him to locate her. He stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his massive form blocking out most light from the Tavern. Something about this all seemed so wrong, but Daniel had effectively shrugged off the feeling until this point. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but something about her seemed so familiar. Perhaps Bones had been lying to him, maybe she was telling the truth. There was no way for him to tell, and this put him in a very bad position. Kill her, kill him? Kill them both? Daniel wasn't sure what to do, but he didn't make a move towards her, just stood watching as her blood tainted the puddle the water that slid off her body collecting in a small pool around her body.:

'Fuck.'

:His only thought, echoed through his mind. Just who exactly was he. Bones was present in his memory for a hundred years or more, Luca merely a couple of months and anything he could recall of her had been attacks on himself. Could it have all been fabricated? Daniel knew of Bones abilities, and it hadn't concerned him up until this point. What the fuck was he going to do?:

#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~The throbbing had finally started, bringing small whimpers from her trembling lips, she tilted her head back against the tree, turning her face up towards the falling rain. Each drop seemed cool against her flesh, as if her temperature was rising and soon the water drops would sizzle over her skin, turning instantly to steam. With a swipe of her tongue she licked over her bottom lip, her breath coming shorter, quicker as she tried to push the pain from the front of her mind. Her body screamed the pain, the throbbing slowly pushing outward, seeming to consume more and more of her shoulder and arm as time passed, as if the wound itself was growing outward - though she refused to check, refused to even look at the damage. Her anger continued to boil in her stomach, she hated Bones, and wanted nothing more than to see him dead.~

#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:Daniel couldn't bring himself to make any action, the events that had taken place and the thoughts moving through his head had him throughly confused. Christ, it would have driven a normal man quite insane by this point. Still he felt a nagging urge to help the she-wolf. Daniel growled loudly, the sound reverberating against the windows of the Tavern. He was pissed, and left without any options. Closing his eyes for a long moment, he tried to think, still unsure of what to do. Shoving his hands into his front jeans pockets, the closed around a small cold object. Pulling it from his pocket, he was surprised to find a cell phone. Perhaps this would provide him with the answers that he was now seeking. He began to scroll through the numbers of his contacts searching for Luca's name, perhaps one of her packs members. Anything that would give him a clue about the truth.:

#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She was completely lost in the pain, in her thoughts of anger that were slowly growing to rage and the soft cool drops of rain that were tickling over her skin when his growl rang out through the darkness. She blinked the rain from her vision and dropped her head from it's tilted position to gaze off towards the Tavern. The movements, the straining of her vision had her squinting and her headache roaring to life. She fought to think, why was he still here.. she had been nearly completely sure he had gone. She so didn't want to go rounds with him, not tonight, and probably never. If he forced her to, she'd fight to stay alive, but honestly by the time she would decide she had no choice but to kill him or die herself it would be too late, she would be injured worse than this and there would be little to no hope. So, she did all she could just then and waited to see what he was doing, or thinking...~

#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:Finally through the list of contacts, Daniel came across a somewhat familiar name. Thinking for a moment, he recognized it as a pack member of Luca's. Now what the hell? How the fuck would he have that contact if what she said wasn't true. The sticky web of lies and fabricated memories were starting to fall back on one person. Bones. Despite the threat of Daniel's true memories surfacing, they probably never would. Daniel would probably never know what it was that had been changed, nor could he trust the word of anyone. Still, his massive fingers pressed the 'Send' button on the cell phone. Within only a couple of ring, someone answered on the other end.:

She's hurt, if you want to save her hurry... You'll find her behind the tavern...

:Daniel's words would probably be haunting to Richard, and he'd clearly know who was calling. Daniel's voice was unmistakable, especially if he had spent time with Luca and her pack. His eyes shifted towards her once more, as he flipped the phone shut before Richard could even reply.:

#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She had heard his words even from the long distance that stood between them, her eyes narrowing in the darkness though he wouldn't be able to see that much detail from where he was standing. She didn't move, Richard would come for her now, and if Daniel made one move, one inch towards him she'd do everything in her power to kill him before a hand would be laid on Richard. She called out suddenly to him, anger, warning, and a faint trace of sorrow could be heard in her words as they echoed in the clearing.~

You shouldn't have called him, he wont understand, he may never forgive you for this.. Daniel...

~She left it at that, the real Daniel would have understood what this meant, would have cared what Richard thought. It made no difference now if Daniel believed her or not, because she could do nothing in those moments to change him, either knew Bones was a liar, or he didn't. She wouldn't argue it further, she wouldn't fight to change his mind without a better plan. She just needed to stay awake until Richard arrived, until they were back safely at the Den.~

#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:Daniel never counted on anyone understanding what he was going through, even he himself didn't. The thought had crossed his mind that perhaps, he had indeed lived long enough, and that maybe he should just end it all. One clean shot to the head would do it, but something inside of him refused. Daniel wouldn't, Daniel couldn't take his own life for whatever reason he may have hand. Instead he stood in the doorframe, stairing through the seemingly endless downpour, trying to piece together what made sence. In the end there was only one possible outcome, and only one person could have been responsible. With a shudder, he turned from her, and headed towards the front of the Tavern. There was one thing he had left to do, either it happened or he would die trying. It couldn't by any worse than what he was facing now.:

#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~Within minutes the roar of Richards bike was thundering through the woods, he had taken the quickest path to get to the Tavern, and to do so had taken his only means of transportation - his Hayabusa. She had been easy enough to spot, leaning up against the tree and the sight of her finally set his racing mind to ease after hearing Daniels voice echo in his head the entire trip. Hitting the kickstand he slipped from the bike wasting no time in crouching down and scooping Luca into his arms as he moved her to the bike to sit infront of him. They'd take the longer way back, the smoother - safer path now that he was with her. His arms reached around her sides and onto the handle bars of the bike before he tilted it from it's stand, kicking it up and took off towards the road. Her voice was soft as the rain beat against their bodies, she would be glad to sleep, to forget this pain for at least a few hours even if it meant passing out.~


He didn't mean it, Richard.. it wasn't his fault..

The First Encounter (pt 2)
Topic: Daniel Cruize Chronicles
#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:With a sudden intrusion in his mind from Bones, Daniel stepped from the shadows snarling. He just wanted to fuck with the girl, send her pack after him so he could dispose of them all at a later date. An angry snide voice echoed in his mind, one who's tone couldn't be taken lightly.:

'You fucking fool, finish her. Do it now.'

:Bones commanded, but Daniel rebuked with a thought of his own.:

'You don't own me, and the day you honestly believe yourself to will be the day I end your pathetic existance.'

:The glory that Bones had taken when he'd thought that he'd had Daniel under his complete control had been short lived. An echoing laugher, malicious in nature poured into the silence of Daniel's mind, his own laughter. Bones may have succeeded in fucking with his memories, and falsifying the ones he now had, but never once did he have complete and total control over the Lycan's being. With the new found defiance Daniel presented Bones would soon have trouble. The memories that were supposedly erased could threaten to come flooding back should Bones push the massive beast. Daniel's eyes moved to the door he'd just entered, and to Bones' dismay Daniel moved towards it once more but not in a threatening stance. He moved comfortably, unlike someone who was about to make a death blow.:

#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She was tired, so fucking tired of everything that had been happening. She didn't want to return home, she had been locked up there for weeks, unable to leave because of the curse, the injuries and Daniel. He had made her stay out of it, and where had it gotten her, shot, cursed and without him. If she returned home now Richard would be there, and there was no telling what arugement would occur and where it would lead. Slowly she sat back down on the ground, leaning her back up against a tree stump as the rain began to fall heavier, soaking her, washing the blood into something thinner. Her head was starting to pound, and she knew soon the numb feel would disappear and pulsing pain would replace it - but until then she just wanted to sit there, to catch her breath and think.~

#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:Daniel kicked open the door the led out the back way. Even through the heavy rain, Daniel's eyes moved directly to Luca's form. The scent from her wound made it easy for him to locate her. He stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his massive form blocking out most light from the Tavern. Something about this all seemed so wrong, but Daniel had effectively shrugged off the feeling until this point. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but something about her seemed so familiar. Perhaps Bones had been lying to him, maybe she was telling the truth. There was no way for him to tell, and this put him in a very bad position. Kill her, kill him? Kill them both? Daniel wasn't sure what to do, but he didn't make a move towards her, just stood watching as her blood tainted the puddle the water that slid off her body collecting in a small pool around her body.:

'Fuck.'

:His only thought, echoed through his mind. Just who exactly was he. Bones was present in his memory for a hundred years or more, Luca merely a couple of months and anything he could recall of her had been attacks on himself. Could it have all been fabricated? Daniel knew of Bones abilities, and it hadn't concerned him up until this point. What the fuck was he going to do?:

#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~The throbbing had finally started, bringing small whimpers from her trembling lips, she tilted her head back against the tree, turning her face up towards the falling rain. Each drop seemed cool against her flesh, as if her temperature was rising and soon the water drops would sizzle over her skin, turning instantly to steam. With a swipe of her tongue she licked over her bottom lip, her breath coming shorter, quicker as she tried to push the pain from the front of her mind. Her body screamed the pain, the throbbing slowly pushing outward, seeming to consume more and more of her shoulder and arm as time passed, as if the wound itself was growing outward - though she refused to check, refused to even look at the damage. Her anger continued to boil in her stomach, she hated Bones, and wanted nothing more than to see him dead.~

#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:Daniel couldn't bring himself to make any action, the events that had taken place and the thoughts moving through his head had him throughly confused. Christ, it would have driven a normal man quite insane by this point. Still he felt a nagging urge to help the she-wolf. Daniel growled loudly, the sound reverberating against the windows of the Tavern. He was pissed, and left without any options. Closing his eyes for a long moment, he tried to think, still unsure of what to do. Shoving his hands into his front jeans pockets, the closed around a small cold object. Pulling it from his pocket, he was surprised to find a cell phone. Perhaps this would provide him with the answers that he was now seeking. He began to scroll through the numbers of his contacts searching for Luca's name, perhaps one of her packs members. Anything that would give him a clue about the truth.:

#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She was completely lost in the pain, in her thoughts of anger that were slowly growing to rage and the soft cool drops of rain that were tickling over her skin when his growl rang out through the darkness. She blinked the rain from her vision and dropped her head from it's tilted position to gaze off towards the Tavern. The movements, the straining of her vision had her squinting and her headache roaring to life. She fought to think, why was he still here.. she had been nearly completely sure he had gone. She so didn't want to go rounds with him, not tonight, and probably never. If he forced her to, she'd fight to stay alive, but honestly by the time she would decide she had no choice but to kill him or die herself it would be too late, she would be injured worse than this and there would be little to no hope. So, she did all she could just then and waited to see what he was doing, or thinking...~

#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:Finally through the list of contacts, Daniel came across a somewhat familiar name. Thinking for a moment, he recognized it as a pack member of Luca's. Now what the hell? How the fuck would he have that contact if what she said wasn't true. The sticky web of lies and fabricated memories were starting to fall back on one person. Bones. Despite the threat of Daniel's true memories surfacing, they probably never would. Daniel would probably never know what it was that had been changed, nor could he trust the word of anyone. Still, his massive fingers pressed the 'Send' button on the cell phone. Within only a couple of ring, someone answered on the other end.:

She's hurt, if you want to save her hurry... You'll find her behind the tavern...

:Daniel's words would probably be haunting to Richard, and he'd clearly know who was calling. Daniel's voice was unmistakable, especially if he had spent time with Luca and her pack. His eyes shifted towards her once more, as he flipped the phone shut before Richard could even reply.:

#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~She had heard his words even from the long distance that stood between them, her eyes narrowing in the darkness though he wouldn't be able to see that much detail from where he was standing. She didn't move, Richard would come for her now, and if Daniel made one move, one inch towards him she'd do everything in her power to kill him before a hand would be laid on Richard. She called out suddenly to him, anger, warning, and a faint trace of sorrow could be heard in her words as they echoed in the clearing.~

You shouldn't have called him, he wont understand, he may never forgive you for this.. Daniel...

~She left it at that, the real Daniel would have understood what this meant, would have cared what Richard thought. It made no difference now if Daniel believed her or not, because she could do nothing in those moments to change him, either knew Bones was a liar, or he didn't. She wouldn't argue it further, she wouldn't fight to change his mind without a better plan. She just needed to stay awake until Richard arrived, until they were back safely at the Den.~

#1: Daniel Cruize(#2030066 )
:Daniel never counted on anyone understanding what he was going through, even he himself didn't. The thought had crossed his mind that perhaps, he had indeed lived long enough, and that maybe he should just end it all. One clean shot to the head would do it, but something inside of him refused. Daniel wouldn't, Daniel couldn't take his own life for whatever reason he may have hand. Instead he stood in the doorframe, stairing through the seemingly endless downpour, trying to piece together what made sence. In the end there was only one possible outcome, and only one person could have been responsible. With a shudder, he turned from her, and headed towards the front of the Tavern. There was one thing he had left to do, either it happened or he would die trying. It couldn't by any worse than what he was facing now.:

#9: Luca~Werewolf(#1510901 )
~Within minutes the roar of Richards bike was thundering through the woods, he had taken the quickest path to get to the Tavern, and to do so had taken his only means of transportation - his Hayabusa. She had been easy enough to spot, leaning up against the tree and the sight of her finally set his racing mind to ease after hearing Daniels voice echo in his head the entire trip. Hitting the kickstand he slipped from the bike wasting no time in crouching down and scooping Luca into his arms as he moved her to the bike to sit infront of him. They'd take the longer way back, the smoother - safer path now that he was with her. His arms reached around her sides and onto the handle bars of the bike before he tilted it from it's stand, kicking it up and took off towards the road. Her voice was soft as the rain beat against their bodies, she would be glad to sleep, to forget this pain for at least a few hours even if it meant passing out.~

He didn't mean it, Richard.. it wasn't his fault..

The Beginning of the End
Mood:  irritated
Topic: Daniel Cruize Chronicles


Daniel Cruize:
Back and forth he paced upon the wooden floor, to the desk and to the door before back again, retracing his steps. Daniel was nervous somewhat, though he had no clue what was about to befall him this evening. As he came near the desk again, for the fourth time, he paused to stare down at the writing that was scrawled across the plain white piece of paper setting in the middle of the desk's flat surface. A note of his thoughts and fears, and a declaration of his plan to avenge the murders of the Hinthial pack. He had one target, one enemy, though it could prove to be his most difficult opponet he had yet to face. This was to be the beginning of the end that he wasn't yet fully prepared to face. His massive fingers curled around the top part of the chair, as he pulled it away from the desk, once again taking a seat and picking up a pen. Daniel had wanted to finish this, for nothing more than the simple fact he wasn't sure that when he did encounter Bones that he would come out of the event alive and well. The fact was, he was almost certain that he would either end up dead, or not himself. It was the same feeling he'd had when he'd gone back to Chicago, only to find his pack slaughtered. Standing amidst the bodies of his fallen brothers, the possibilty had crept through his mind that he too could end up the same way, and had been something he couldn't shake since that time. Thick fingers began to carry the pen once again across the paper in simple fluid movements.

'The loss of a pack is grevious enough for an Alpha, but to think that another pack that had fallen beneath himself would falter at the hands of the Vampire Bones is unacceptable. If it's not for my own pack, but for another that I will put an end to his tyranny than so be it. Though the suffering the Hinthial must have gone through is reason enough for him to fall at my hands, at least in retribution for those lives that were lost in my absence. Any further loss of life, I will lay claim to, shall it even be nothing more than my own. My life belongs to those who have gone before me in the transition from this life to the next, and to sacrifice it for my fallen bothers would be the least I can do to honor their memory.'

Daniel paused after a few moments, staring at what seemed to be a testament of his intentions. The fact that he may have to lay down his life to avenge those he'd lost seemed only natural to the Alpha male. A deep sigh, escaped his lungs as the massive hand that had been holding the paper in place rose to slide across the deeply tanned skin of his shaven head. Still being held in his right hand, was the pen still pressed against the paper, the ink now seeping into a small blotch as his thoughts moved elsewhere for a moment. Shaking his head slightly, he rubbed his eyes, letting the hand that have moved over his cleanly shaven head now slide down over his face. Shit, he was tired, too tired for this. It had been days since he'd last slept, and he felt like he could now sleep a day or two without waking up. Maybe, just for a while he should get some rest. Clearly, it wouldn't do him any good to meet up with Bones in his present state when he could do little to keep himself awake sitting at the desk. When he stood, he forced the chair back further with his legs, and let the pen drop back to the desk in the middle of the paper. Turning, he stripped the white tee shirt off over his head, bent over to unlace his boots. Numb fingers fumbled with the laces before finally loosening them enough for him to kick them off, sending them across the room with a dull thump against an opposite wall. With only a couple of steps he was standing next to the bed, easing himself down onto the soft comfort. For a second he thought of propping the chair up against the door, and leaning back against it like he usually slept, but with the realization of how truely tired his body was he pushed it quickly from his mind.

For a moment, his eyes moved back to the unfinished writing on the paper and he shook his head, it could wait for another night. Despite the importance of what he was doing, the letters had long since grown blurry as he struggled to put his thoughts down on paper. He pulled his legs up on the bed, and rolled to his side with his head on the pillow. Thoughts slowly faded from his mind as a bleak darkness finally overcame him, pushing him deep into a fitfull sleep.

He'd been so tired, when he'd first slipped off into sleep that he didn't move a muscle but for the rise and fall of his chest. After a matter of only a couple hours, things changed dramatically as the same nightmare appeared, like every other night. His breathing came more rapidly, sweat beaded on his forhead and across his hairless chest, and his heart rate skyrocketed. It was a nightmare he couldn't escape after seeing what he had in Chicago. Night after night the dream came, allowing him little or no rest as he sometimes thrashed about. Most nights, though he remained still, only to weak drenched in sweat and his own scream echoing in his ears. The brutal murders of his pack, the grotesque manner in which they were disembowled as Bones had held them still, playing in his head as though he had infact been there. The Hinthial couldn't even muster screams, leaving their curses to fall short of ever slipping through thier lips. Daniel's massive body tossed and turned, writhing in a sea of sheets, before an echoing scream slipped from his own mouth jarring him to the waking world once more.

Shaken by the dream, Daniel sat up instantly, tangled in the bedsheets he'd been laying upon. His heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to catch his breath, the only thoughts swimming through his head were an immage of Bones, the first and only time he'd seen him. That immage seemed to be frozen in his mind, the event surrounding his glimpse at the Vampire replaying over and over again in his head. The thoughts came as they always did, if only he'd been faster moving through the pack that surrounded him. If only Daniel could have wrapped his fingers around his cold neck, and ripped his head from his body with his bare hands. It would have been a just ending for the Vampire Bones, but all Daniel had been able to do was watch his fleeting figure as he slipped out the back while he strugged with the pack Alpha.

It was only a matter of time for Daniel, when the nightmares came, and perhaps that's why he'd avoided sleep for the past couple of nights. Tonight would be a different though, despite his thoughts, he forced himself back down on the bed tugging the sheets loose from his body. Still struggling to calm his pounding heart, he closed his eyes, hoping his body and mind would give way to sleep once more. Soon enough it had and the dreams would come again, as they did before. Only these dreams would be different, not only involving his pack, but the Ulfric pack as well. It would go on like this through most of the night, until he awoke early in the morning. He would never notice the presence of the Vampire, in the same long, black Lincoln as always, sitting outside the Tavern.



Bones:
Daniel would never notice the presence of the Vampire, in the same long, black Lincoln as always, sitting outside the Tavern. Most of the night he had been there, sitting in the car with his window partially rolled down. He'd never made himself acquainted with most patrons, and therefore had less chance of being recognized in either vehicle or appearance. Even if they had noticed the car, the tinted windows gave way to only shadows, obscuring his physical features in the darkness. It had been nothing more then perfect timing on his part, Daniel would have been much too tired to detect the presence of Bone's intrusion on his mind. He'd done just as he always had, stretching the invisible tentacles of his mind forth, easing his way into the massive Lycan's. The act had been easy enough, Daniel had been consumed by the paper he was writing, all his thoughts and focus upon that which had allowed Bones the time to cloak his presence.

He had waited a while before slowly starting to shut down specific centers of Daniel's mind, and in the same instance throwing others into overdrive. He'd made mental note of every action the huge man made, as well as every memory that he'd come across. When the brute had actually layed down in the bed to rest, Bones found his objective much easier. With his help, Daniel had quickly moved into a dreamless state, allowing for Bones to move much more easily through the cluttered mind. There seemed to be two centralized sources of thought for this man presently, the stupid bitch of a mutt Luca, and Bones himself. However pleased he may have been at the moment, didn't reflect in any action or facial gesture.

Perhaps Daniel wasn't as mindless as Bones had first percieved him to be, he'd come to some correct assumptions about Bones himself and surprisingly had knowledge of his handiwork that now only seemed to be scar tissue on Luca's back. Ah yes, that had been a night worth remembering, the terror and pain being exherted by her body was almost like a high to the Sadist. He could have very easily killed her, as she lay on the floor benath his specially designed weapon. The katana blade that was concealed in his walking stick, had been been rubbed carefully in the oils extracted from the purple flower of the Wolfsbane plant specifically for that evening. Bones had enjoyed the added pain the poison had brought to the Bitch. The truth was, she had little time before the affects of the curse would begin to show themselves. It would take complete control as the full moon dawned two nights from tonight, which had seemed only fitting to him.

The curse itself, was a nasty little number, the only kind he'd specialized in. If one would follow his roots, it would lead them to an African tribe, where he had been born into a long line of Witchdoctors. Granted not all of them had taken the specific path that Bones had, and the death of those he had cursed had given way to the name he now took as his own. The particular curse he'd put upon Luca, would surely have meant death for a normal human, perhaps even a werewolf like herself. The wounds that were now scars on her back, would open up and bleed again. It would be worse than before, the searing pain of the wounds would be intensified, as the wounds bit down much deeper into her flesh. Mixed with the senation of the poison coursing through her veins once more, it would leave her weak and vulnerable. Whether she lived or died would be a test of her strength and desire to go on. Each full moon that followed would bring the same, leaving her body broken and scarred like it had been the night he had placed the curse on her.

While Daniel slept, Bones began to force his way into the Alpha's dreams, allowing him to relive his pack's slaughter through the eyes of one of his more seasoned members. The sheer horror, alone would bring a man to his knees, his senses realing, and his stomach with the desire to loose anything it had consumed that day. The Alpha mutt, would feel the terror his follower had expierenced, as he was held completely still, unable to move a muscle. The snide laughter that could be heard throughout the room, Daniel's unfinished club, and a glimpse of Bones before everything went black. Pain would tear itself through Daniel's sleeping form, similar to have his stomach ripped open by a set of steely claws only to be disembowled by a rival pack member, but it wasn't real for Daniel. An illusion, a torturous nightmare that one of his own had actually expierenced. Cold moments passed, as the nightmare continued, Daniel reliving, the mutilation of the still living body as teeth and claws tore the Hinthial limb from limb, strewing his intestines and other organs across the room. It was a fate he never should have expierenced, to fall at the hands of one he never would have, but Vampire himself had made it all possible. Bones had controlled them all, down to the last werewolf, keeping them still as their silent screams echoed through his mind. The pack that had soiled thier hands with the blood of the Hinthial had freely followed him in his efforts to destroy Daniel's pack. The nightmare finally subsided, as the despair of death finally had claimed it's victim.

If he would try, Daniel would find himself unable to wake as he his body was forced to stay in it's current state, his nightmare moving to something much more sinister. Outside, Bones had leaned back against the luxurious leather interior, his eyes shut with a wicked smirk spreading over his lips. The echoing of his snide laughter would follow the last remaining Hinthial into his next dream. The mutt would share his presence with Bones, in the Tavern below as the dream began. No matter how real it seemed, it would only be an illusion, a foreboding dream of possible events to come. He wasn't far from the doorway when it opened, Bones would be lurking in the shadows not too far behind. The Alpha would see Luca, making her way into the room, only to throw her arms around his massive frame. She'd express how happy she was to see him, and check him over for injuries, then tell him of how worried she had been that Bones would have won. Little would the dreamed version know, that Daniel had fallen victim to Bones, now under his control. Despite her attempts to hold him within her warm embrace, he wouldn't return the effort, and as she pulled away, a heavy blow to her head would send her flying across the room. Daniel would find himself next, hovering over her small form, massive hands wrenching her thin next with force enough to snap it as he strangled her. Of course in reality she would have put up more of a fight, but in Daniel's nightmare that he portrayed she was weak from the curse still, unable to defend herself from her former lover.

The Beginning of the End pt. 2
Mood:  on fire
Topic: Daniel Cruize Chronicles


Daniel Cruize:
The massive man thrashed wildly about on his best as his somewhat peaceful sleep suddenly took a turn for the worse. As Bones controlled his dream, pumping the deceased Hinthial's memories of that night into his mind, Daniel's entire being shook and shuddered with terror. Terror that conveyed itself as his own, despite it's forced source. Every instance of fear, every instance of pain than swam through his body made the realism of the dream horrifying. It wouldn't be long, until he figure out that this wasn't actually a dream, but something completely forced. Despite his desperate attempts to wake himself, Daniel soon found he was incapable of doing so. Concious thought strained against the immages swimming through his mind, however faltering and futile they may have been.

As the second dream was forced immediately following the first the small conciousness he'd managed was filled with one thought. Bones. It was he who was doing this to the massive Lycan. Daniel had always thought himself stronger, more powerful than most, the crushing defeat that the knowledge of his mind being controlled was almost too much. How could he protect Luca and her pack if he'd already been defeated. With that thought, the dream he was expierencing took a drastic turn as she entered the his mind. He could see her, smell her, feel her, but it wasn't real. The dream was so shockingly vivid, the concious thought he had faded away and Bones would be able to assume complete control of Daniels mind if he so wished.

Daniel found himself with her arms around his broad shoulders, holding her lithe frame against his own massive one. His eyes darted to Bones, then back to the small and injured Wolf infront of him. His senses were filled with the scent of her blood, pouring from the scars on her back. Things were different, Daniel wasn't himself. Inside he screamed for Luca to run away, but it was too late. Bones had control over the massive Lycan. As she pulled away, he sent his arm speeding towards her. The blow connected with force enough that she went flying across the room. In an instant he found himself infront of her, moving much more quickly than her poisoned body could react, with his hands at her throat, strangling the life from her. Then, as if Bones had been directing him through the whole event, the cane of the Vampire was suddenly tossed from the shadows. Daniel caught it easily in his hand without looking as if something other than his concious though was guiding him. With a quick jerk of the sheath, he withdrew the same katana blade that had made the markings upon Luca's back the first time. It seemed like an expertly practiced motion that he then made, brininging the blade down and severing the neck of the dreamed version of Luca.

Daniel hadn't felt in remorse in doing so, at least in his dreams, as soon as he'd actually be able to wake himself, things the dream would horrify him. He saw himself laugh, as he lifted the Wolf's head by her chocolate tresses from the ground, and tossed her head to Bones. As the dream slowly slid from his mind, complete and utter blackness took it's place, and Daniel's concious thought still failed to return.



Bones:
A sickly, snide laughter would echo throughout Daniel's mind, and in it's weakened state Bone's would make his ultimate move in the game he'd been playing with the Lycan. Thick ebony lips, were pressed tightly together, his eyes clenched shut as he concentrated. This would take the entirety of his ability to do, and one slip up could bring everything that he had put in motion to a crashing hault. He came across a barrier as he delved deeper into Daniel's mind, which was unmistakably Luca's presence. She'd been sending her power to him all this while, no wonder it'd been a bit harder than Bones had expected to repress Daniel's concious thought. Slowly, he forced Daniel to push her presence from his body, blocking the flow of her power. It would be the same as though Daniel was doing so on his own, there would be no way that she would have been able to stop it from happening.

Slowly Bones began the overtaking of Daniel's mind, brainwashing him and retraining at the same time. One directly after the other. This may have negative consequences on most, but he was very sure that Daniel would suffer little if any side effects from this action. He may wake up a bit hazy but the event itself would be a sucess, Bones was quite sure of himself. The sadist smiled, finding little resistance now with the presence of the she-wolf gone from Daniel. His memories had begun to erased, some merely reformed. Daniel would now see Luca as his enemy, his loyalties had been shifted to Bones. The death of his pack, erased. Any pleasant memory or feeling for Luca, erased. Daniel had essentially become a blank slate. The memories of the last year, and any of former lovers or those he'd had feelings for would be complete gone when Bones would finally let him awaken.

The memory reformation would be complete quite quickly, showing attempts on his Daniel's life as well as his own by Luca and the members of her makeshift pack. Anything at all that had taken place in the last year in Daniel's memory had been refitted to suit Bone's needs. With the massive Lycan at his side, he would be undefeatable. With the realization that his task had been finally completed, Bones released Daniel's mind from it's captive state slowly allowing him to awake.

"Now come to me. It is time for our departure."

The snide voice would echo in his mind as concious though returned. Daniel was his now, completely.



Daniel Cruize:
The fleeting presence of Luca's power faded from his body. It had been his last hope, and now even that was gone. Consumed in complete darkness, his concious thought pushed away, Daniel was unable to defend himself in any way shape or form. He wouldn't feel or remember a thing as his memories had been rewritten, reformed. The suddenly, he felt the blackness begin to wash away, as concious though slowly returned to the brute of a man. He forced his body up in bed, his eyes immediately darting out the window as Bones' voice echoed in his head. It was still dark. Daniel's eyes shifted to the clock beside his bed 4 am, it was nearing dawn. "I'm coming, I'm coming." Daniel mumbled as he reached for the shirt, he'd discarded in the corner just after rising from his bed. Pulling it back over his head, the material stretched over his broad chest conforming to every inch of hard muscle. Next, his boots. Grasping the tops, he shoved his huge feet down in them, then quickly they were laced up, and his pantleg was pulled down over them. Grabbing the duster off a chair near the door that had creaked and groaned beneath the enormous weight of the jacket, he threw it over one arm and the the other. He grabbed his pistols off the desk, never bothering to glance down at the paper and pen that was sitting in the middle of it. Whatever it had been, he didn't care. He was late meeting up with his partner, and that's all that mattered at the moment. Daniel stormed out the door, heavy feet slammed against the floor with every step he took as he hurried down the hallway. Daniel moved in a hurried manner down the stairs, skipping half as he took a bit of a leap and landed at the bottom like he'd only took them one step at a time. Without missing a beat, the steel toed boots echoed mennacingly over the hardwood floors as he moved closer to the exit. No one would have been around to stop him at this hour. The doors slammed against the walls as he made his way from the room, the sounds of splintering wood and his fading figure in the darkness were the last anyone would see or hear of him for a few days. The driver slipped out of the front seat, moving to open a door for Daniel on the opposite side of the car. Sliding in the back, his eyes moved to his new parter, a sinister smirk crossed over the Alpha's lips. Daniel would never know that Bones had fucked with his head, as far as he knew now, they went way back.

Bones:
He hardly reacted as Daniel slid into the backseat of his car, only motioned for the driver to be on his way. The car slowly pulled away, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. His plan had worked perfectly. Now with the Lycan in his service, there was nothing that would stop him. Without another glance, the two rode in perfect silence, much in the manner that two old friends would have. Though the snide smile of self satisfaction Bones had plastered across his face, never seemed to fade away.

Copyright
Mood:  irritated
Topic: Copyright
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Author's Note
Mood:  irritated
So that you all know this Blog, is solely about my character Daniel Cruize. He's a Werewolf, or as I would rather refer to him Lycan. I don't really have the time at the moment to give you all the background information on him, but I would like to get this page up and running as of now. Any who read this are going to have to understand that you're in midst of a story line, and that it may be confusing. I'll add details later.