kids for naps;; christian

[amelia jane holloway]

Amelia had spent the day alone. A lot had happened to her. First she was kidnapped by a deranged group called the Blood Children. They made her deny her god and realize she was all alone. It scared her so much that she searched endlessly through the town, finding her Alixandre. He took her into his home and his arms and spoiled her. He told her how he was her new god. That she’d be safe with him. No one could touch her. Amelia felt safe enough to venture outside the house today coming to the carnival that was in town.

She had made her way to the photo booth to give Alix proof that she finally made it outside. She slipped into the booth, fixing her hair before inserting the money. She waited for it to take her pictures. Amelia began to wonder what her Master was doing at this moment. Gazing off the first picture flashed.

[christian alexander maven]

Christian had tossed and turned the whole night, thanks to his absolute loathing of Alixandre. The anger kept him up, his whole body to tense to relax and sleep. After he had fallen into a quite restless sleep it felt only five minutes later he awoke. Sunlight had been streaming through his black curtains and telling him to get his lazy butt out of bed. He spent the better half of his morning wasting the day in bed, thinking over who he needed for his own. He thought of Amelia, how he needed to get her. That would really piss Alix off, and then if he got Anna..The thought of it made him chuckle. After Amelia, Anna was next on his list. He was already befriending the Vampire Cult, they were growing large in numbers and if he could access that, he might be on top. He would become the next Antichrist...Oh how amazing that thought was.

Christian decided to get dressed for the day, or evening knowing it was a bit later in the afternoon. He pulled on a black button up shirt and a pair of black jeans, covering almost all of his tattoos. The only ones uncovered were the ones on his neck, and he pulled on a pair of gloves to cover up the ones on his hands. He put on dark eyeliner and eyeshadow, and very little make up after that.

Now the decision was what to do for the evening, he had hear news of the carnival. Though the lights were bright, and the noises loud, Christian thought it would be a good idea to grace the place with his arrival. In his bag was Chloroform and three rags, in case he ever ran into Amelia. His plan was to kidnap her since she wouldn't listen to him, it was such a last resort. He hoped to run into her at the Carnival, just maybe.

When he arrived he walked around for a bit, and then as he sat desolate on a bench he saw her walk by. He smiled and slowly stood up, ready to trail her to wherever she was going. He walked lightly, his big boots barely made a sound on the dirt ground. He readied his bag, the chloroformed rag ready to use. Of course she couldn't be out in the open when he did it, that would be a horrible idea. He watched her as she fixed her hair, and then entered the solemn photobooth. He smiled evilly and snatched the bag from his rag. He stood near the curtain door, waiting for the first picture to snap. When he heard it, he jumped in. Quickly he pulled back the curtain and covered her nose and mouth with the rag. The repetitive snapping came from the camera, and he ignored it. Amelia was out cold, and he stood and dragged he with him. Only this time, he made it look like she was just a sleepy girl. He quickly left the carnival, towing her into his car and driving home.

((OOC; I hope this is okay, and I didnt godmode to much over from what I aasked!}}

[amelia jane holloway]

Amelia screamed, trying to struggle with the rag that was over her mouth. The pictures flashed displaying the young woman’s desperate attempt to get away. But her attempts grew weaker and weaker the more she tried to breathe. Her body went limp finally as she gasped.

Her mind wandered to a place far away from her own. She was running fast. As fast as her little legs would take her. The vampire people were following her, she grew scared. Running faster than her body could sustain she cried out as she fell to the ground. But it didn’t hit the ground. No, it fell, tumbling down and landing on a soft bed. It was the sort of bed you see in commercials for nice hotels. She looked around, seeing her Master, Alixandre. He beckoned her closer with open arms. Amelia felt safe and happy, running to him. Her arms wrapped around the man, resting her head on his chest. Amelia closed her eyes breathed in his scent. It wasn’t like normal though. It held a more youthful and tenacious air to it. The girl didn’t understand the change. Looking up to see what was wrong; she saw not her master, but his challenger, Christian. Christian use to be a great friend of hers in Master’s house, but he seemed lately to have such a hate for him. It was astounding to her that he had made such a change so quickly. The girl tried to pull away, but he held her close refusing to let her be. She tried to scream both nothing came out. The girl was lost in her own dreams.

Opening her eyes finally from the dreams and sleep that was forced upon her, she looked around. Amelia was in a car, unfamiliar to her. She tried to sit up but she was still too weak. She looked around and saw a dark haired male. Her vision was blurred so she could see the details, but she could tell who it was. “M-Master… what happened?”

[christian alexander maven]

Christian was crafty and very ill-tempered, if he wanted something he was sure to get it. Years of living with girls older and younger didn't help either, but it was something he put behind him. As he drove he did his best to seem just like a normal civilian, but as the sun went down it seemed like everyone was watching. It wasn't all that shocking, to be paranoid when you had a person half passed out in your backseat. Worse yet, Christian hadn't buckled her up.

There was always the ol "She fell asleep at the carnival" gag, but when you looked like Christian and Amelia looked like Amelia, it was a bit different. He drove slower than he usually did, as not to wake her. The only lights about now was the orange and white lights of the street post, and the random car driving by. Christian had purposely picked a big house in the middle of nowhere, no one would mess with him. Of course the other problem was the farmers on either side of him loved to hunt, and they were all old as father time.

Christian turned down the last long road to his house when Amelia stirred. When she spoke he almost jumped, but he had his emotions already under control.He ignored her Master comment he knew that as soon as he spoke she would take that back. "Hello, Amelia. You are with me now, don't be angry. I just knew you were not going to listen to me via a chatroom. This was the other way to do it" He looked at her through the rear-view mirror, giving her a slight smile.

He pulled into the familiar driveway in front of his house, and he turned to get out of his car. He only halted for a second, but then he got out smoothly and quickly, slamming the door. He opened the back door of the car but made it so she couldn't jump out. He held out his hand for Amelia, "Come on Amelia." He pleaded. He didn't want to force her into his house but if he had to he would.

[amelia jane holloway]

Amelia gasped when the man spoke. Just like in her dream, the man she thought was Alixandre was none other than Christian. She could practically smell his ambition in the air, wafting over to her like a musky cologne. The girl shivered in fear at his tone. She could tell he wasn’t very happy with her, yet at the same time, he was very pleased. He gazed at her through the rear view mirror when she caught his gaze a second pang of fear hit her. “Ch-Christian, t-take me back,” she tried to stammer. Tears began to fall from her eyes. She didn’t want to be taken for Alix. He protected her from all that scared her. It was like nothing could harm her when he was around. “I sh-shouldn’t talk to you, much less be with you.” Her body shook as another bout of tears hit her.

He stopped the car in a large house’s driveway. Christian slammed his door shut, making Amelia jump and cry with more fear. She wanted to go home to her savior, her light. He offered her everything she needed and he’d be so mad if he saw her now with Christian. He opened the door, offering her no chance to escape. However, he did offer her his hand for her to take. He sounded as if he was really trying to be nice to her when he pleaded. Gently and shakily, she took his hand. Willingly getting out of the car, she looked to her feet and began to cry more. She was so scared and wanted her Alix so very much.

[christian alexander maven]

Christian had not expected Amelia to cry, he really hadn't wanted little Amelia to cry. Crying, to him, was such an odd emotion. He didn't know how to deal with it all that well. He couldn't take her back, not now. Now all that there was left to do was to make her see his way. Make her see what he saw. From his perspective Alix was just using Amelia, but there was no way Christian could make her see it. He only held his hand out for her as way of showing that he was there, and that he would be there. He was also proving that he was in no way going to harm her.

He was more than happy that she took his hand as he pulled her out of the car. "Alix cannot control you like a puppet Amelia. As a human being living in this country you have rights to do what you want. "He turned towards her to wipe a tear off of her face."And you know very well I can't take you back." He said in a hushed tone. He began to lead her inside. He didn't want her to fear him, that would be a step back in his plan. He needed followers like Alix had.

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[amelia jane holloway]

Amelia took his hand, stepping to look at him face to face. She knew she had to get away somehow. Her god needed her. She knew little about what Christian’s intentions were. Perhaps she should stay for a while until she understood better. Wiping the thought from her mind, she thought to his words. He told her that Alix couldn’t use her like a puppet. The poor girl didn’t see what he meant by that. Alix was an angel to her, saving her from all that was after her. Amelia turned her head from the man as he continued to speak. He couldn’t take her back now? She didn’t see why not. It was just a drive.

Christian had always been a good person to Amelia. She didn’t see why he chose to kidnap her. How he could possibly see it as a good idea. She followed him inside. “I n-need to pee,” she whispered. The young woman needed to send out a text for help. Amelia could only think of one person to send it to. Her Alix. He would be at her side in minutes. She didn’t doubt it for a moment. The girl of faith looked up at Christian with hopeful eyes.

[christian alexander maven]

Christian knew he couldn't tell her that she could not pee. What would she think of him if he just let her wet her pants? He nodded his head in agreeance. "Just follow me.." He said. He lead her quietly to the front of the house, holding firmly onto her hand. He has gone this far, she couldn't escape now. Christian opened his door deftly with one hand, drawing a key from his pocket. He pulled her inside ahead of him, than locked the door.

"The uh bathroom is the first door on your right. " He said. He trailed her and opened the door for her, and then closing it for her. He waited patiently by the door, tapping his foot; he wore big black boots and the sound was a constant repetitive thud. It occured to him that he didn't hear the sound of anything coming from the bathroom. He became angry, but yet unjustifiably. It was then he "boop" sound. She sent a text! Blinded now by anger he tried the knob to the door, it was locked. He readied his elbow and smashed his way through the door. The cheap wood splintered easily and down it came. Still seeing red he snatched the phone from her angrily.

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[amelia jane holloway]

Amelia knew she had to send the text out for help. She was relieved when he told her that she could use the restroom. Her body released some of it’s tension in relief. She smiled softly at the idea of being able to get back to her master. She grunted a little when she was pulled ahead of him into the house. The former nun-to-be saw him lock the door behind him, taking a gulp. No hope now of just running. The text was her only option. Amelia followed him closely, mostly because he was pulling her, towards the restroom. He opened the door for her and let her in. She smiled; now it was down to business.

Locking the door quickly, Amelia snatched her phone out of it’s home in her back pocket. She sent out a text to Alixandre. “Help me, Master. Please! Christian’s gone insane.” She closed her eyes and began to hope that this house had enough bars to send out a text. Then it happened, it blooped. A sign that the message was sent and received by Christian’s ears.

Suddenly, the door burst open, breaking into many pieces, and Amelia screamed. Her body began to shake in fear and tears once again fell from her. Christian stepped to her taking the only beacon of hope she had, her phone, from her. Amelia tried to step back, tumbling back into the bath tub and curling up. She just wanted to go home!

[christian alexander maven]

Christian was going into another violent rage, with not a clue of what he was doing. All he knew was that his plans were possibly foiled. He was almost convulsing in anger. This was nothing new, since childhood he would go into violent fits of rage. His mother hadn't done much more than spank him, which showed now. He hear a scream, but it was not enough to pull him out of his anger and see what he was doing. Two more steps and he saw Amelia curled up in the bathtub. He angrily picked her up threw her over his shoulder, and stormed out of the bathroom.

He trekked into the guest bedroom she would be staying in, throwing her on the bed. "Damn it Amelia! Dont you see? Alixandre is no God! I can be your god! I'm so much better than him! Theres no reason to go crawling back to him, when you have me! Don't you see his wrong-doings? Leaving a girl pregnant. Using you, controlling everyone!" He partially screamed. He needed her to see what he saw. Christian had done everything he could have done to be just Alixandre at the time, and yet he was tossed to the side.

Now he hated him, but yet he still wanted to be him. He did his best to be just like Alix. Now, all he needed was a loyal band of followers. Then, he would be a step ahead on his quest to becoming the Antichrist and putting Alix to shame. Christian had even resorted to kidnapping to be like Alix, the expression "I would kill..." had never suited anyone better.

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[amelia jane holloway]

Amelia was completely and utterly terrified. She screamed when she was lifted from the bathtub and tossed on to his shoulder. She didn’t fight it; moreover, she just laid against him, sobbing into his back. She didn’t completely understand what was going on in her beginnings of a panic attack. She could, however, feel the anger seeping through Christian as if he were a red hot piece of coal in a fire. The heat was radiating off of him. Amelia feared it, knowing that many others would lash out aggressively at this time. She didn’t want to be hit. Poor Amelia was so scared. “Please d—don’t hit me,” she pleaded.

Amelia cried out as she hit the bed, curling up into the fetal position on it. She whimpered up at him and watched him as he seethed. He began to yell at her about Alix and him and honestly, Amelia couldn’t pay attention. She was already in her panic stricken world. Sobbing harder as he cursed, she cried hard. “Please d-don’t ye-yell at me. I’m sorry. I’m s-sorry,” she repeated over and over again, bringing her knees to her chin. Amelia just wanted to be held right now, and for someone once in her life ask her what she wanted. What did she want? Right now, you could bet that safety would be number one on that list.