Days End (Froinel/Open)

[Kevala Badoer]

It was late afternoon, the sun starting to slowly sink though still shining brightly upon the area. Kevala, having just come from Gabriel's was just making a quick stop by the school to pick up a few things from her locker.

They had both graduated from the high school, but Kev still had a few things she needed to take care of before she could officially be done with the place.

A little sigh passing her lips, she would push open the door of her car and slide out, making sure to lock the door and stuff her keys into the front pocket of her jeans. Her small hands moving to smooth out the creases in her outfit before she would head into the building. Making her way through the front walkway, and then into the courtyard. Her long, silky hair falling down about her slender frame as icy hues peered out from behind a set of sunglasses.

She was so tired and ready to go home and take a nice warm bath. Yes, that sounded so perfect.

Why do we even have to come here right now? Cant we just come back like....tomorrow? I wanna go home and go to bed. You know you are always tired after hanging out with Gabriel for so long. I mean honestly why do you put yourself through that?

Oh dont worry about it. It is so worth it to be around him just a little bit longer. You know that. Hence why you do it. I mean come on! It is better than not having him at all. Must you be reminded of what THAT felt like?

Oh shush both of you. I know that I should go home, but at the same time I do need to get a few things from my locker. I would much rather do it now that classes are ending for the day than while everyone is here. Soon enough we will be headed home.

With that the voices fell silent as she made her way through the courtyard, stopping to speak to a few freshmen who wanted her help with something. Honestly, she made too many friends in this place.

Finally, once she had freed herself from that mess, she would pull her sunglasses off and place them atop her head, her small hand coming up to tuck a bit of hair behind her ear.

Not really paying much mind to anything of anyone else around her as she pulled out her phone to text Mitsu. She figured they could meet up later on, perhaps grab something to eat.

Either way her mind and eyes were off the path ahead, which usually ended well, and was one thing Gabriel kept getting onto her about, but it was just a part of who Kev was.

Besides, it would not really end all that bad right?

[Froinel Belmond]

The days ending like the minutes on the clock..
.. People come and go as they please, like little tiny rats in the maze of death, inevitable to all, and..

"Master Froinel, we're here."

He would look up from the tinted side of the window, his blue gaze looking out towards Evans, who was considerably driving him towards the school this morning. It would be, as many nervous students claimed, the first day of school. Many children were scared of this, scared of making friends. Scared if people would bully them, and make them do insepid things like.. God knows what.

His teeth would bear in the grin, looking out towards the school building, as his eyes narrowed towards it as well. That same sick grin that everyone was scared of looking at, especially his servants if they got that way. Scary. His eyes almost would look like they would turn red, the hues changing color in his eyes.

Evans would step out of the vehicle, in front of the parking space. He was wearing a suit, black tie and all, as he would walk around, and open the door for his Master. Evans was an aging man of about late 50's. Yet still, his life was good, as he would not say anything to question his Master.

And it was good that he did.

After all, there were only eleven outsiders that really knew what he was.

Froinel, was a WeaponsMaster.

Questioning his actions would be a death wish.

Stepping out of the car, he was wearing a white button-up shirt. and a pair of black jeans. Hat bandanna, and whatever hair was showing fluttering in the wind as he stepped out. Evans closed the door behind him, as he walked forwards a bit, not even thanking his lowly servant.

His sick grin, turned to a disgusted frown. Holding out his right hand to his servant.

"Evans, bring me Gauche."

"Yes, sir."

And with that, Evans would open the car, and from the passengers side of the seat, he would pull out a small chest, embroidered with gold, and several different jewels. He would open the chest, inside being a beautiful dagger, the scabbard also embroidered, shaped of gold and silver, lined with jewels. Froinel would take the dagger in his hand, and attach the scabbard to his belt loop.

There would be sounds of giggling coming over from the left side of his eyes, as they would look over to see a pair of giggling schoolgirls, eyeing him down. Froinel's eyes glared at them, as he spit towards the ground. Evans was quick to offer him a handkerchief, but Froinel held his hand up to him.

"Disgusting."

In his mind, he pictured taking them from behind, with one great stroke, he pictured taking Gauche in his hand, and slicing both of their eyes, robbing them of their sight.

He shook his head. Their eyes aren't worth the time of wasting such a beautiful blade on, sadly.. No.. He would rather carve them in half with Gespent, the axe. However, there were restrictions on bringing weapons that big to this school, so he would have to settle with Gauche for now.

A fitting end for a pair that would split their legs for pleasure, Gespent would split them in half.

Yes..

He grinned that sick, sadistic grin again.

"Come, Evans. I suppose it's time for me to grace the school with my presence."

Oh, and he would.

...

There was a line up at the front of the office.

Froinel would walk ahead of everyone else, straight to the front of the line, a s a student there was picking up his own schedule. Froinel stepped in front of him, to immediately be the first in line.

"Hey, buddy!--"

A hand would reach out, grabbing Froinel's shoulder. A glare would come from the left side of his eyes, growling as he then grabbed the hand that came from his side.

No chance for Mercy.

No chance for anything more.

As that hand would come back, wrist shattering under Froinel's grip, pushing it backwards, the boy would cry out in pain, before his eyes would widned, his own arm being turned against him, staring at a broken bone, his own wrist. Looking over, to see that sadistic smirk directed at him..

As he felt a sudden force go down against his mouth. Lightening quick speed, as the boy fell to the floor, his head and body crack against the floor, and Froinel leaning over him, holding that elbow. Something was in that boy's mouth..

And it was his own broken hand.

Muffled screams erupted from the boy's throat, as chances are if he closed his mouth the bone sticking out from his wrist would peirce his inner mouth, to his nostrils causing him to choke on his own blood.. And die.

Froinel just laughed, as he continued to torture the boy, pushing harder against his own arm, laughing, as his own glare ate at the boy's screaming cries, tears fell from his face, as Froinel then stood up, putting his shoe on the boy's elbow.

"Learn to keep your hands to yourself.. Oh, wait.. After this.. You won't have a hand.." He sneered, kicking the arm, forcing more of this boy's hand into his mouth. As vomit erupted from his mouth, along with some blood. Students in the line watched in awe, gagging in horror, as Froinel turned around, smiling at the secretary.

No one said a word. As Evans stood by, quietly observing the boy choke on his own broken hand, blood and vomit, spewing out of small areas of his lips.

None of them questioned him, as the looked on in shock at the writhing mess that was the boy on the ground. Afraid that those who challanged him, would end up with the same, deathly fate.

"My schedule. Now."

"N-name?"

He would slam his hand on the side.

"Froinel."

...

After the incident, he stepped outside, into the courtyard. Fresh air envolping him, yet he still had a disgusted look on his face. The people of this school were so cowardly, so bothersome. Evans trailing slowly behind him, Gauche, still sheathed to his belt loop. He tramped out into the courtyard, needing some fresh air, the smell of vomit eminating from the hallway.

He glared around, from the left to the right.

And that's when he saw her..

Yes, he gauged her with a blink of his eyes, as his disgusted grin turned into a smirk. A girl, standing there texting.. In a provactive outfit nonetheless, but still.. He gauged her strength by a look. And from that point on he knew.. He wanted her.

She was his target.

Poor girl.

Images, ran through his mind, as he stepped towards her, her focus on her cellular phone, texting about as he stepped in front of her. His grin, sickly, looking down at her phone, in front of her way. His hand would reach out, and slide her phone back into place. His palm, covering the screen. He had closed her phone. He would look at her, glaring at her, but still with that sick grin plastered on his face.

"You. Eyes on me." He would demand, with a strong voice, his fingers gripping her phone indefinetly.

He would wait for her to look up into his eyes, or heck, just that sick smile.

"From here on out, you will answer to me. Understand?" At first, he would not be forceful, if she was a good girl and complied that is.. But if she didn't..

We'll let's see where this goes. Shall we?

[Kevala Badoer]

Her mind was lost in its own train of thought, no attention paid to those around her, not feeling that there was really any need to do so. Honestly, if somebody needed to get her attention they could simply speak her name, not like she would not hear them. Just as she hit send, a hand came into her line of sight, covering her screen and sliding the phone shut.

Instantly a growl would sound in her throat, though she tried to be patient.

But then the voice of a male would come to her ears and those eyes would flash to crimson, stopping in her tracks as she shot a glare upward to the man now standing before her.

She took note of his sickly grin, the look he held would usually be enough to scare most girls, but to Kevala, all it was was annoying and a pain in the ass.

Jerking her phone back she would take a step back from him, stuffing her phone back into her back pocket.

Who the fuck is this guy? Who does he think he is, talking to you like that? Fuck him! Tell him to fuck off and then lets go. We have far better stuff to do that to deal with this.....idiot!

You should be careful. He does not look like somebody you should mess with. Just, word what you say carefully. Okay?

I can handle this, thank you. No man talks to me that way. Honestly, what makes this guy think he is so special?

Finally, she would dare to reply to his words. Not happy at all with the way he had so rudely interrupted her day. Honestly, she had been in such a good mood after seeing Gabriel, now this! Gah! The nerve of some people.

"I do not know who you think you are speaking to."

Another soft growl as she stepped back once more, the tip of her tongue brushing over her lips as she kept those eyes on him. Now carefully watching for every sign of attack. No, she was too smart to believe that nothing like that would occur.

This school was full of men walking around thinking they owned the place. This guy was no different than the rest of the creeps that wished to make a name for themselves.

She was sure of that. But her main concern was that he seemed to be emitting an emotion close to that of possession. Though of what she was unsure. Yet the feeling she got, made her stomach turn.

Her head tilting back, she met his gaze with her own. Those crimson eyes seeming to dance with the fire of her anger as it began to slowly take hold.

No, this male was already on her wrong side, and she would not hide that fact.

"I answer to only one man, and trust me, he is not you."

She would only answer to Gabriel, this guy just had to get his head out of his ass and see that he was barking up the wrong fucking tree.

But she would not allow him to continue on, instead she would back away, keeping her attention on him as she made her way around one of the tables that lined the courtyard. Putting it between himself and her. No, she needed to put distance between them before she ended up having to fight him off.

She was in no mood to fight this day and would make every attempt at avoiding it. All the while those eyes staying focused on his own. There was something dark behind those eyes.

Something that she did not wish to really get to know. Something that sent a chill down her spine and cause the evil inside her to stir.

Now, tell him to fuck off! Come on! Tell him!!!!

NO! Just keep putting distance between the two of you. You do not know what it is that dwells within his mind. It is simply safer to turn away and leave.

Oh please! You can take him if he comes at you. Besides, dont forget your Qi has grown stronger, you can now make three of you, that is a very effective way to avoid such trouble and to teach him not to fuck with you.

You could end up getting hurt, or worse. Do you really want that? I mean come on! Gabriel needs you right now, can you honestly have yourself getting hurt like this guy could possibly do to you. Does it not seem like he may have weapon? He could easily use that against you and down you go. Be safe and just leave!

Both of you shut up! I need to think damnit!

The voices fell shut as she stepped back once more. No, she did not think that fighting him would end well for her, and she did believe that this time it would be best to just leave. She could always come back to the school later.

She did not like the look he held in his eyes. There was something there that was off. Something that spoke of darker things than most could imagine.

Though honestly the darker nature of herself was intrigued by this, the sane and rational part, however small it may have been, knew better.

"Just leave me alone and there is not trouble. Okay?"

Another soft growl, this time her eyes would shift to make sure of her position before she would stop, not daring to move anymore just yet. No, she wanted to make sure what he would do and make sure that he would heed her warning.

Her small hand reaching back into her pocket, fingers touching upon her phone. A reminder to herself that if all things went wrong she could always call Gabriel or Mitsu. Either one would help her. Not that she really felt she needed it. But still!

"So just....fuck off asshole."

Crimson eyes now narrowing upon him.........

Now to wait and see if he would make his leave or push further.....

Though deep down, she already knew the answer.

[Froinel Belmond]

Sane? Rational?

None of these words would describe Froinel's mindframe, that's a for sure. He was certianly not in his right mine, nowhere near it. But as he held her phone there, watching her look up at him.. Yes, those eyes.. Beautiful.. Full of pain, and hatred for so many, that grin would just not dissapear.

And even then, even when she pulled her phone away, did Froinel just move his hand back to his side. He let her speak her mind, of course, by the looks of it. She wasn't backing down at all, no.. But this didn't bother him at all, if anything it just made the smile on his face even more wide. His eyes still focused on her, eyebrows furrowed in, glaring at her face, still looking on her with that sadistic smile of his.

It seemed that this was going to be a small game of cat and mouse. And although Froinel absolutely hated to be rejected, especially by someone like this girl. His choice for someone right now. Yet as she stood there, with a determined look, thoughts continued to race though Froinel's mind..

Like how good blood would look on that provacative outfit.. Yes..

But that voice, that voice sounded as if to fight back, to words of his own dicression, and yet.. Even though a small bit of anger bubbled up inside of him, Froinel could only conceal a laugh, between his teeth with a small chuckle. As he began to laugh aloud, still looking at her with his own eyes, carefully scanning that face that he was about to make his.

Her judgement was about to be clouded though, and heavily at that, as she carefully and cautiously slid inbehind the table, Froinel continued to watch her, that deathly grin plastered all over his face. In his mind however..

He was already taking her on, beating her head on the table for being un-cooperative.

.. And that was just in his mind, but when he heard her say that she belonged to someone else.. No, that just wouldn't do at all. That comment made Froinel's eye twitch, as Evans looked over, stoically, he examined his Master's face, as Froinel looked down towards his shoes, with that, Evans stepped forwards towards the table and the girl.

"Miss, if you would be so kind as--"

Froinel walked in front of him, holding a hand up to him, as if to back off. Evans silently stood back as Froinel approached her one more time, chuckling to himself as he did so. The mouse wanted to play a game, and.. Well, it's been a long time since Froinel had hunted for anything.

"Evans. I will handle this."

He then took his eyes back to the girl, that sick grin turning into a frown, however, giving her a false sense of security, by standing on the other side of the table. His face suddenly became emotionless, almost like a scowl, as he looked upon that pretty face.

And that's when he made his move, slamming his hand down on the table with a strong force. Making anyone nearby jump. That grin once again showing itself.

"There will be no trouble, as long as you do as I say, girl. I won't do anything to harm such a pretty face."

From there on, he would make his move. As he shot a nasty glare into her eyes, he would slip forwards into her space, closing the gap between them. And with that he would take his hand, gripping the bottom of her chin, his fingers gripping her cheeks forcefully, he would get in her face, giving her a full almost demonic glare into her eyes. Pulling her head towards his own.

".. But I just hate to demand something a second time. So this will be the last. You are mine, now. And you will only answer to me. I am your Master now that I have chosen you. There IS no one else, and there will BE no one else."[/color]

His voice was practically growling his demands to her, as he stared her directly in the eyes, sneering lightly, before he would push her face to the side, letting go of her. His hand would lower back down to his side. Clenching his fist. He would then wipe that grin off his face, replaced with a scowl.

".. So, now that, that problem is out of the way and everything is clear.. You will now tell me; 'Thank you, Master.' And you will get on your knees and beg for forgiveness."

Oh, he was looking forward to this indeed. A new pet for him.

[Kevala Badoer]

First came the man who seemed to be following the guy speaking to her, his words spoken, though quickly cut short. Good, cause she was about to knock his teeth down his throat.

Then the other, the more intimidating one would come forth, his hand slamming down onto the table and a group of girls screaming out at the sudden disruption in the calm of the day.

Kevala on the other hand would simply look at him and roll her eyes. Was she scared? Inside a part of her was, but it was hidden, concealed from the rest of the world, and more importantly him. She would show no sign of weakness.

Then, he was suddenly in her space and before she could back away, she felt his hand on her chin, gripping her tightly as he placed his face so dangerously close to her own.

Those crimson eyes slowly starting to fade to black as anger continued to rise withing her.

The words he spoke enough to make her want to rip his heart from his chest, but as it stood she would let him finish his words and then as he released her head she would growl softly before stepping back away from him.

"FUCK OFF!"

She was nobody's property. Sure, she loved Gabriel and had surrendered her heart to him, but she did not belong to him. He would allow her to leave if she wished, she knew that in her heart, but the thing is, she did not want to......ever.

"I DO NOT belong to you. You son of a bitch! Back the fuck off and leave me alone!"

Quickly moving back and out of his reach once more. Those eyes now intently watching him as she reached up, pushing her hair back and out of her face.

She would not put up with this shit. Honestly she had no desire to deal with this shit. She had much more important things to deal with.

Not to mention she was sure that she could handle this. It was the only thing that kept her from calling Gabriel right now. She hated to bother him, hated to burden him down with her own problems.

"My heart and my loyalty belongs to one man and he is not you! Now go! Find some other toy to play with."

Another daring statement but she was not the one to back down and let some guy push her around. She was a small girl, only standing at five feet four inches.

It was not much, and men seemed to think they could do what they wished to her. Thought they could boss her around and treat her like a child.

Pft!!!

Not likely. It only made her that much more pissed off and that much more determined to stand her ground and fight them off.

She would finally make her way so that now there was two tables between them. Again, her small hand sliding back to brush against that cell phone in her back pocket.

It was a comfort to know that Gabriel was not that far off if she needed him. But as stated before, she would try to avoid doing such. People thought that she needed him to protect her, and though deep down, right now, she knew it to be the truth, she would not admit to such.

No, to do such would be a weakness. Something she could not tolerate.

Slowly those eyes began to fade back to the deep crimson which had first appeared in her gaze before she ever looked at him.

He had only seen the anger that she held, never the calm blue pools that usually adorned her gaze.

Wasn't he special?

"And by the way asshole. Don't call me girl!"

A glare shot in his direction, as her small hands curled into fists at her sides. Her anger was growing harder and harder to keep under control.

FUCK HIM!!! Who the fuck does he think he is talking to you like that? Girl? GIRL!? What nerve!!! Kick his fucking ass! Sorry ass mother fucker! Just because he is big and tough looking he thinks that he has some right to own you?!

Back off! Dont go near him again and dont let him near you! This is going to end badly! You can feel it deep down. Do not push yourself. CALL GABRIEL!!!

I thought I told you two to shut the fuck up! I cant think with you two clamoring on and on in my mind! I need to focus!

Shaking her head to clear her mind once more as she held her attention where it needed to be.

The guy who thought that he could dare talk to her like she was some kind of fucking servant.

[Froinel Belmond]

.. And yet, she continued to be defiant. She continued, glaring back at him, as she looked into his eyes a solid black in those pupils, yet they did not scare him at all. If anything he knew that he was getting to her, his words. He watched as she suddenly decided to take a turn for the worse, cussing at him, swearing at him, cursing his name.

This was not good, not good at all, in her case. She had no idea how angry this was going to make Froinel. As he stated before, he did not enjoy mentioning something twice. Especially asking something of her, like this.. it was so simple too! All she had to do, was get down on her knees, and beg for his forgiveness, that's all she had to do.. Was it so hard?

Although, he managed to hide his anger for a moment, by looking into those beutiful black eyes, filling with rage. Yes.. This was good, she was getting angry.. And it wasn't fun unless the prey put up at least some of a fight. But still, to put up this much, and continue on with these pointless countings of all the musing of his thoughts.

By now though, he already had Gauche out, slicing her muscles so she couldn't move, couldn't run away by now. He just thought about coating those wonderful legs with her own blood.. How fascinating would that be?.. In his mind of course.

But by now he scowled, taking one step forwards, holding one hand out, his left one almost as if for her to take his hand. He grinned softly.

"So, if you don't wish to be called 'girl'.. Then I guess, I will call you my Pet!"

He then looked back at Evans, before turning back and glaring at her again.

"Now, my pretty pet.. You will kneel before me, and you will grovel at my feet for forgiveness. All you have to do is come with me, stay by my side, and you will be well taken care of.."

Suddenly, his hand would come down to his side, at the Gauche's scabbard, swiftly, pulling it out, twirling the magnificent shining dagger in his hand, several times, before stopping it in an assassain-like stance. Holding it much like a throwing knife, but not weilded like one.

".. Even if I have to take you back myself! You will be mine! Wether you like it or not!"

With that, a sudden blur, as Froinel jumped two steps forwards, performing a slashing motion towards her right leg. Aiming to cut her leg with the large dagger.

"You will bow down to me! You are mine, and I have claimed you! Now do as your told.. And give up!"

That sick grin, plastered on his face, as he continued to smile, standing upright, straight, with Gauche in his hand. He would then lick the tip of the blade, had he missed or not, tasting either hot blood, or cold steel.

Either one would satisfy him for the moment.

[Kevala Badoer]

She growled at his words. This guy was surely full of himself and she was growing rather tired of it. Instead she would continue to back away from him, slowly, always watchful of what he was doing.

Then came the dagger and her eyes would flash back from crimson to black, red swirls slowly starting to form as her anger seemed to fill the air around them.

"I am no man's pet!"

His advance causing her to move back all the more, her back colliding with a table that had been positioned behind her. Stopping her long enough to feel the slice to her leg.

Only succeeding in making her hiss in pain as her small hands shot down to the cut, quickly becoming coated in her own blood as did her jeans. A quick check of the damage and then her small fist flying up and into his jaw.

"FUCK YOU!"

Quickly she would stumbled to the side of the table and around to the other side, her leg in pain though not so much as to make her fall. No, she would not give this guy the satisfaction of having her down on her knees.

She fought back the use of her Qi, not wishing to use it just yet, she was in no position to be blacking out. Not right at this moment.

Instead she would simply let a small laugh pass her lips as she tilted her head to the side, those black eyes not leaving his own. She showed no sign of submission, no sign of giving into his insane and outrageous demands.

"Go to hell."

It was a simple enough statement as she drew in a deep breath, letting the pain wash through her. The scent of her blood causing a chill to course down her spine, yet she did not dare to taste it. No, she had gotten past that, Gabriel had helped her and she would never allow herself to indulge in that temptation again.

Her bloodied hand would now wrap around to her back pocket, fingers digging in her pocket for her phone, yet the blood kept her from gaining a good grasp on it.

FUCK! You have to get this guy to back the fuck off. You are good but not THAT good. If he hurts you too badly you cant fight back. And then what? Stop him now!

GET THE PHONE! You have to call Gabe. You dont have much else option. You are injured, you cannot fight like you should. The cut is deep, your leg is in pain. Use your head damnit!

I AM TRYING! What the fuck does it look like I am doing? Now shut the fuck up!

She would draw in another deep breath, her hair falling down into her face as her blood now soaking down the front leg of her jeans.

She felt her stomach turn, but it was nothing compared to some of the stuff she had done to herself in the past, yet it had been so long since she had lost that much blood.

But she would be fine. She was sure of that.

"Do not fuck with me. Go find some little boy to rape and leave me the hell alone!"

Yeah, if he was looking for some girl to submit to him and be his little obedient pet then he had definitely barked up the wrong fucking tree.

Her fingers of her free hand still trying to grip that phone.

GOD DAMNIT!

Ugh, this guy was really starting to piss her off.

[Froinel Belmond]

This girl was fiesty, beyond any shadow of a doubt, she was already furious enough as it was, but Froinel was angry as well, although he didn't show it, but that was about to quickly change.. He tasted her blood on his blade licking it up quite nicely, enjoying every drop from Gauche that it had provided. It had done it's job, as he looked at her, her body hissing out the pain, as she watched the coat of red drip down her leg.

His eyes followed it intesely for a moment, grinning that same sick grin, enjoying watching her fall down to her leg.. That is, until he felt a sudden force impact against his jaw, and hard. He reeled backwards, his head moving off to the left, as he placed a hand against his chin to realize what was going on.

She had punched him.

Big mistake.

His eyes suddenly narrowed with fury, as he scowled now, looking at his so called pet, he seethed with pain for a moment, realizing that his target had become very violent with him. He would then spit out, onto the ground. With that moment, his face suddenly changed, as he took a few steps forwards, gripping the hilt of Gauche tightly in his hand, reverse style. The dagger almost began to glow in his hand, as he stepped towards her slowly, growling with his own anger.

"That's it.. I'm done playing games with you, my pet."

He began to laugh almost, as he approached her, a devilish look on his face, walking towards her with every step closer. He was beginning to snap on his mentality. Evans watched off from a distance as he began to approach her slowly..

"I gave you your chance! I really did! I tried to be nice, but you had to be such a defiant little girl!.. But now.. Now I think I want to make you bleed.. Coat that tiny body of yours with blood, as I stab your eyes out and cut your hands to shreds!

He would raise his head, an almost crazed look had dawned on his face as he began to laugh aloud. This was the true meaning of insane, as he then leaped towards the girl, with amazing agility into the air, brandishing Gauche for a stab, right into her neck.

"Enjoy this painful memory, while it lasts, Pet!!"[/b]

...

*Shlick*

The knife peirced into the flesh..

.. Of Evans, standing there, holding the girl in his arms, with a cloth over her mouth. The smell of it being unbearable. As Frionel's eyes continued to twitch, he then looked at his victim, looking down at the girl.

It seems Evans wanted to save her, and give his Master his wish as well.

".. Hmph."

Evans looked at Froinel.

"I'm sorry, Master."

Froinel said nothing, removing the dagger from his arm. As he then cleaned it off with one of Evans handkerchiefs. Froinel then nodded. By this point.. She would be knocked out.. Free for the taking, thanks to the Trap Master, Evans.

Chloroform Sulfate was in the cloth..

"Just.. Bring her to the fucking car.. And let's go.. I'm done with this place.."

And with that, the new girl was then scooped up into the bulter's arms, even though he was in pain and bleeding profusely from the arm.

That's how the Gauche was made.. To make people suffer.

[Kevala Badoer]

Her attention stayed upon the one who had just sliced her leg open. The knife being watched, the way his anger seemed to rise....Feeling every bit of it and making her take another step back.

FUCK! You have to stop this now! Do not take your eyes off of him! You cannot allow this to happen!

You have to get the phone! He is going to kill you if you are not careful! Enough trying to be brave! CALL GABRIEL!

I am trying! God damnit!

Just then she felt her fingers grip that phone, a bit of relief felt in her as she pulled it free of her pocket. Sliding it open and punching the number that would instantly call Gabriel.......

But in that moment, the one that she had not been paying attention to, the little man servant, would be behind her. His arms wrapping about her slender frame just as a cloth was pressed tightly to her mouth and nose.

Gods the smell of it!

Instantly she drew in a deep breath, and that was what got her. Feeling her mind start to cloud over, her vision slowly becoming blurry as she tried to hold her breath, but instinct had her doing so anyways.

The more she breathed in the more she became clouded. Her phone crashed to the ground at her feet as she reached up, trying to pull that hand away from her face. Nails biting into the flesh of the hand that held the cloth there as she tried to pull away from that grip.

Yet the more she struggled, the harder she breathed and the weaker she became. It was a losing battle, yet she still tried.

Catching the sight of the one who had been holding the knife come at her, the knife raised. Fully expecting to feel the blade sink deep within her flesh.

But instead, it did not, and from what little bit she could gather of the conversation going on about her, he had instead stabbed the one holding her.

Finally her hands would begin to fall away as her eyes started to roll back into her head. Eyelids fluttering closed as they became simply too heavy for her to hold open any more.

Soon enough...........

Darkness.....................

Her small form going limp in the man's arms as hair fell down into her face, blood continuing to seep down her leg from the wound there.

It was only then, when she was completely out of it, that she would be lifted, carried off. Unaware of what was going on anymore or that she had just become royally screwed.