Witch and Fang

Postby mikeybound » Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:08 pm

Yah, I know it's geeky. But I love The Hollows, and wanna post a story.
I do not own Kim Harrison's work.

The thing about having a witch for a best friend, something fun is always happening.

Me? I'm a vamp. I'm 19 so far, not that my age matters much. Being high blood, I'll pretty much be stuck at whatever age I am when I die my first death.

God, I hope I die young.

Anyway, I don't really fit the whole 'vampire image'. I don't have black hair, I don't wear leather, and I'm not very broody. I'm actually very social, and have blond hair and blue eyes. I even have a tan!

My best friend Ryan was in the kitchen, working on his spells. He was kinda dark skinned, like South American. He had brown hair and moss green eyes. People always compared us to the sun and forest, depending on each other to be our best, but I didn't think that was fair to Ryan. After all, what did the forests ever do for the sun?

Ryan was an earth witch by nature, and took pride in his ingredients garden, mixing potions and amulets for daily use. However, he was taking some ley line classes to, as he said it, "broaden my horizons". Really, I think he was just tired of not having a spell ready whenever he wanted. I've developed a healthy respect for earth magic since Ryan spelled me in to a puppy one time, but it is really slow!

"Hey, Michael! Glad you're here," Ryan said.

I looked at the spot in the middle of his game room where he was working. There was counter space there, and plenty of spots with no pipes or wires. Perfect for setting a circle, he tells me.

I greeted him with a fierce hug

"Hey Ryan. Is that a spell you're working on?"

"Yup! You know how we could never play those games you like because your vamp strength makes it too easy to break the ropes?"

"Yah," I said sheepishly. I knew he really wanted to try tugs, too. It was my own stupid strength that ruined it for Ryan.

"Well, I think I have a solution," said Ryan with a wicked smile.

"Really? There's a spell for this?"

"Well, not really. But I've found this spell in class that magically reinforces certain materials. It improves the natural qualities of common items...like rope."

With those last words, he looked as cunning as a demon. I could tell he had Big plans!

"All right! So let's get started."

"Just what I was thinking, Mike."

And with that, Ryan began binding me.

Re: Witch and Fang

Postby mikeybound » Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:09 pm

So Ryan tied my hands behind me, going around my wrists, and between a few times. I tested the rope, and it actually held! My vamp strength had never really failed me before. It would've made me nervous, but I trusted Ryan. Truth be told, I kinda had a crush on him. By nature, vamps were...sexually free. I've had a lot of sex and blood partners, sometimes at the same time! Despite that, I never risked acting on it. Not because of the gay thing. The Turn, when the collective supernatural species came out to humanity, kinda made gay hate look like a joke. What worried me was if Ryan said yes. Witches were so genetically different than vamps, weres and humans that they couldn't have children except with another witch. On top of that, I was a man. Ryan deserved kids. I couldn't take that from him.

So after my hands, Ryan tied my elbows so they were about 6 inches apart, and tied my wrists to my waist.

"Ok Michael, sit down."

"Why?" I asked. At the time, I had naively thought he was done.

"I'm gonna bind your legs!"

With that, and before I could react, Ryan looped my ankles in coils around my Timberland boots. I tried to struggle out of it, but the spelled rope held up. Ryan than tied above and below my knees.

He has to be done now. Please be done.

He wasn't

Ryan took a red bandana from his back jeans pocket, and wadded it up. I moved my head away when he moved it towards my face, but he just pinched my nose. Being a living vamp, I still had needs, and after only a minute I opened my mouth, gasping for breath. The bandana went in, and I was caught between playing with the idea of sinking my fangs into Ryan's fingers, and just how Good it felt to have his fingers in my mouth.

Ryan truly finished when he wrapped another bandana, this also red, around my mouth. He helped me to the floor, and ruffled my blond locks of hair.

"All right! Let's see you get out of that!"

I struggled for a few minutes, and found myself stuck! Ryan must have been doing well in class, because the spell that stopped me from snapping these ropes held. I spoke, and only muffled noises came out. My arms were tightly pinned together and against my back, and my legs were tightly bound together. I was stuck, and there was no way around it.

I didn't know Ryan was this good at roping! How the Turn did he get so good?

It looked like Ryan was getting board of my squirming and mmphing.

"Well, I'm gonna go work on some spells. Good luck!"

"Mmmpphhhhhh!"

That bastard! He was actually leaving me? Even though I knew I was going to forgive Ryan, it wouldn't be soon enough to save him. As I thrashed and writhed on the floor, I was hell bent on seeing just how well witch magic could handle an angry vamp.

Re: Witch and Fang

Postby mikeybound » Thu Nov 01, 2012 2:16 pm

I panted, lying on the floor. The ropes were still holding strong against my efforts. Despite my pulling, squirming, and heaving, I haven't made an ounce of progress. The only thing I had going for me was that I wasn't hogtied. A lot of good that did me. All I could do was role around on the floor, yelling obscenities into my gag. And as angry as I was for Ryan leaving me, now I was glad. My excitement was becoming very visible, and I didn't wanna explain that.
speak of the devil, I thought.
Ryan walked through the living room door, looking as beautiful as ever. Suddenly, my excitement grew bigger than before. I quickly rolled on to my front to hide it. Damn it! How does Ryan do this to me. I can rationalize not perusing him after taking dozens of partners, and those excuses were seeming very flimsy, very fast.
"You're still stuck?", Ryan asked.
"Mpph mppphhhhh!", was the only response I was capable of.
"Well, no complaints on my part." Ryan said as he took a seat on a couch that had a view of the kitchen.. "At least I can enjoy the show bef-", Ryan quickly cut himself off.
Huh? What did he mean by that? And was that a blush? Did Ryan just...?
Testing my theory, I started squirming on my stomach, lifting my ass into the air, up and down. I twisted to face away from Ryan, and curled up into a kinda ball. Squirming and panting, I turned again until I saw Ryan. He quickly looked away, but it was too late. I had what I needed.
Throughout the 'show', Ryan was starting to smell really good. Through my panting, I was scenting the air and picked up on one thing. Just one.
Lust.
So Ryan was interested! Suddenly, the reasons I constructed to keep myself off of him seemed pathetic now. If he was already gay, being another species didn't mean a thing. So what made him different. Was I afraid to change things?
At least I know he's an option now, I thought, smirking so my fangs would show if it weren't for the gag.
I stopped squirming, frozen by thought. That was it! This ropes elastic strength might have been enhanced, but maybe my fangs could cut them. If I could just get this gag out.
I focused all of my effort on the gag, nodding my head up and down so my golden mop of hair went flying. That didn't make much progress, so I looked for something to help me with it. My eyes caught sight of a spoon poking out of a waist high cabinet. It was wooden. Good. Ryan didn't spell with wood, so no nasty surprises there.
I wriggled my way over there. By the time I made it, I was panting through my nose. I worked my head so that the edge of the bandanna was caught by the handle, and pulled it around my neck. Soon after, I spat out the second one. With my fangs free, I tested my theory.
I hunched down so that my mouth was to my knees, and began to bit. Immediately, I felt the rope give and tear. So it is flawed! My fangs tore enough that even a human child could have broken the rope, and I did exactly that. With my knees free, I began working on the rope around my waist. Soon, it too was broken and tangled on the floor. Now my arms were tough. Perhaps if my elbows weren't bound I could work my wrists in front, but that was hopeless. I decided to work on my feet, spreading my knees to make way. My mouth could get right in front of the knot, and when it was severed, I stretched my legs for the first time in what felt like hours. Working my way to my feet, I walked around until I found a kitchen knife in the drawers.
"Hey! Be careful with that," Ryan said in worry.
Truly, I'd forgotten he was watching for a moment, and I turned to look at him as I worked at the wrist bindings to see him totally enraptured, and concerned with as rope gave under steel as it did for my fangs.
It was then that I had a very wicked idea.
"You're just worried I'll escape!", I shouted arrogantly. "What? Your magic isn't so great now, is it?" I then began to saw carelessly at my elbow bindings, getting my shirt sleeve in the effort, and nicking my skin.
"Hey!" Ryan shouted.
He ran over, grabbing at the knife in an attempt to stop me from hurting myself. With one, quick draw of the blade, I cut Ryan's hand. He pulled away as if burned, knife in hand. I tested my arms to find my elbows still bound tightly.
"Ryan! I'm so sorry. Are you alright?", I asked, concern lacing my voice. He was over by the sink, clutching paper towels to his hand.
"Yah. Guess it's my own fault for being as reckless as you," he joked.
I never could understand how he could just brush stuff like this off. It certainly wasn't the first time. Right now, I was just glad he did.
"Well, looks like you're still stuck." Ryan said, turning me around and pulling my elbow bonds. With a bit of work, they came free for his dexterous fingers, and I was free.
"Hey! I had something going there." I pointed out, pouting my lip, showing my fangs for all they were worth.
"And now I know to look for that next time."
It was then that I noticed the clock.
"Ryan! It's 2:00 in the morning! Your 'spell practice' took 4 hours."
"Well, yah. About at. I didn't mean to take so long. It's just..." Ryan began to edge away, prepared for a chase he could not win.
But just like that, my anger vanished.
"Oh well. It was a fun 4 hours! Wanna see a movie?"
Ryan suddenly went from nervous to confused, and slowly to pleased.
"Sure. Just let me get cleaned up, and we can see what's playing." He said, throwing away the soiled towel he used and running off to take care of his hand.
A smirk slowly spread across my face as I picked up the towel, now soaked with blood. Witch blood. Even if I didn't see my best friend bleed it, the rosewood scent gave it away. Going to get a sandwich bag, I sealed it, and placed it in my backpack. I had a catalyst. Now all I needed was a recipe and ingredients, and I'd have some spells of my own. My revenge would be very interesting.
The thing about having a witch for a best friend, something fun is always happening.



So what do you think? Any advice? Criticism? Spelling or grammar issues? Let me know what you think! There'll be more of these boys!
Last edited by mikeybound on Fri Apr 12, 2013 3:10 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Witch and Fang

Postby mikeybound » Thu Nov 01, 2012 2:18 pm

I panted, lying on the floor. The ropes were still holding strong against my efforts. Despite my pulling, squirming, and heaving, I haven't made an ounce of progress. The only thing I had going for me was that I wasn't hogtied. A lot of good that did me. All I could do was role around on the floor, yelling obscenities into my gag. And as angry as I was for Ryan leaving me, now I was glad. My excitement was becoming very visible, and I didn't wanna explain that.
Speak of the devil, I thought.
Ryan walked through the living room door, looking as beautiful as ever. Suddenly, my excitement grew bigger than before. I quickly rolled on to my front to hide it. Damn it! How does Ryan do this to me. I can rationalize not perusing him after taking dozens of partners, and those excuses were seeming very flimsy, very fast.
"You're still stuck?", Ryan asked.
"Mpph mppphhhhh!", was the only response I was capable of.
"Well, no complaints on my part." Ryan said as he took a seat on a couch that had a view of the kitchen.. "At least I can enjoy the show bef-", Ryan quickly cut himself off.
Huh? What did he mean by that? And was that a blush? Did Ryan just...?
Testing my theory, I started squirming on my stomach, lifting my ass into the air, up and down. I twisted to face away from Ryan, and curled up into a kinda ball. Squirming and panting, I turned again until I saw Ryan. He quickly looked away, but it was too late. I had what I needed.
Throughout the 'show', Ryan was starting to smell really good. Through my panting, I was scenting the air and picked up on one thing. Just one.
Lust.
So Ryan was interested! Suddenly, the reasons I constructed to keep myself off of him seemed pathetic now. If he was already gay, being another species didn't mean a thing. So what made him different. Was I afraid to change things?
At least I know he's an option now, I thought, smirking so my fangs would show if it weren't for the gag.
I stopped squirming, frozen by thought. That was it! This ropes elastic strength might have been enhanced, but maybe my fangs could cut them. If I could just get this gag out.
I focused all of my effort on the gag, nodding my head up and down so my golden mop of hair went flying. That didn't make much progress, so I looked for something to help me with it. My eyes caught sight of a spoon poking out of a waist high cabinet. It was wooden. Good. Ryan didn't spell with wood, so no nasty surprises there.
I wriggled my way over there. By the time I made it, I was panting through my nose. I worked my head so that the edge of the bandanna was caught by the handle, and pulled it around my neck. Soon after, I spat out the second one. With my fangs free, I tested my theory.
I hunched down so that my mouth was to my knees, and began to bit. Immediately, I felt the rope give and tear. So it is flawed! My fangs tore enough that even a human child could have broken the rope, and I did exactly that. With my knees free, I began working on the rope around my waist. Soon, it too was broken and tangled on the floor. Now my arms were tough. Perhaps if my elbows weren't bound I could work my wrists in front, but that was hopeless. I decided to work on my feet, spreading my knees to make way. My mouth could get right in front of the knot, and when it was severed, I stretched my legs for the first time in what felt like hours. Working my way to my feet, I walked around until I found a kitchen knife in the drawers.
"Hey! Be careful with that," Ryan said in worry.
Truly, I'd forgotten he was watching for a moment, and I turned to look at him as I worked at the wrist bindings to see him totally enraptured, and concerned with as rope gave under steel as it did for my fangs.
It was then that I had a very wicked idea.
"You're just worried I'll escape!", I shouted arrogantly. "What? Your magic isn't so great now, is it?" I then began to saw carelessly at my elbow bindings, getting my shirt sleeve in the effort, and nicking my skin.
"Hey!" Ryan shouted.
He ran over, grabbing at the knife in an attempt to stop me from hurting myself. With one, quick draw of the blade, I cut Ryan's hand. He pulled away as if burned, knife in hand. I tested my arms to find my elbows still bound tightly.
"Ryan! I'm so sorry. Are you alright?", I asked, concern lacing my voice. He was over by the sink, clutching paper towels to his hand.
"Yah. Guess it's my own fault for being as reckless as you," he joked.
I never could understand how he could just brush stuff like this off. It certainly wasn't the first time. Right now, I was just glad he did.
"Well, looks like you're still stuck." Ryan said, turning me around and pulling my elbow bonds. With a bit of work, they came free for his dexterous fingers, and I was free.
"Hey! I had something going there." I pointed out, pouting my lip, showing my fangs for all they were worth.
"And now I know to look for that next time."
It was then that I noticed the clock.
"Ryan! It's 2:00 in the morning! Your 'spell practice took 4 hours."
"Well, yah. About at. I didn't mean to take so long. It's just..." Ryan began to edge away, prepared for a chase he could not win.
But just like that, my anger vanished.
"Oh well. It was a fun 4 hours! Wanna see a movie?"
Ryan suddenly went from nervous to confused, and slowly to pleased.
"Sure. Just let me get cleaned up, and we can see what's playing." He said, throwing away the soiled towel he used and running off to take care of his hand.
A smirk slowly spread across my face as I picked up the towel, now soaked with blood. Witch blood. Even if I didn't see my best friend bleed it, the rosewood scent gave it away. Going to get a sandwich bag, I sealed it, and placed it in my backpack. I had a catalyst. Now all I needed was a recipe and ingredients, and I'd have some spells of my own. My revenge would be very interesting.
The thing about having a witch for a best friend, something fun is always happening.



So what do you think? Any advice? Criticism? Spelling or grammar issues? Let me know what you think! There'll be more of these boys!