Life Altering Incident (Kinda Mature) ~Sorin~

[nish]

It was the night of the Christmas Ball, a perfect night, with it snowing everywhere. Renee loved white, it was just something about that color that gave her peace of mind. What she loved more, was Christmas, because there was happiness everywhere. People seemed to want to party, and that was good news. Mainly because it was the time the clubs were fully packed, and when they were so, she had more fun. The only problem with Christmas Ball she had, was the dress code. Renee hated wearing dresses, give her jeans, hell anything else, she'd wear them. But a formal dress? It made her seem so ultra feminine, that she hated the picture. But then, she did love going to the Christmas ball, mainly because she got to interact with people, dance with them, and for most of the part drink. Mark and Hugh, her guardians, whom she regarded as her older brothers, actually had no problem with her drinking, as long as she didn't get wasted. They had told her that a teenager must experience alcohol, it's a rule. They had also instructed the bartenders and the others who worked for them at the club not to let Renee drink too much, and to always keep a watchful eye on her. But when they were not there, she was her own queen. Yet, she loved these people as a family, because she had none of her own, as they had abandoned her.

That particular night as well, Mark and Hugh were out of town. Renee, in some way, liked helping them out in the clubs, why she had no idea. She just loved to. Mark and Hugh, themselves, were half-blood wizards in an ironical twist of fate. Majority of the events which take place in the wizarding world is usually connected to one of their clubs. So, was the Christmas Ball. Just so that the teenagers could come out, and enjoy mingling along with the muggles, the Ball was held at a location very close to the club.

Renee had already finished socializing and meeting her friends in the Ball, and thought it was time to just check out things at the club. Besides, her shoes were killing her. Who on earth did invent these heels anyways? She'd have a friendly duel with the said person. She just wanted to cast them off. Renee had donned a knee length white cocktail dress, one of the many she possessed but never really wore unless she really had to, or was forced to. The dress was supported by thin spaghetti straps and had a deep V neck, which showed off some of her cleavage. There were shiny sequences all over the dress. She hated heels, but sure did know how to walk on them. As she strutted back to the club, she ordered some drinks, and chugged them down. It was just a normal thing for her, as she proceeded to dance among the throng.

There were so many people in that place, she wondered how she would dance. In the end, she managed to. Although she was sandwiched between three guys, who gyrated against her. She didn't mind the first time, as she brushed it off as accidental, and she didn't want to raise any ruckus. So many people was good for the business. But when their hands began to stray, she pushed them off, and excused herself. She wasn't that sort of a person. She had her share of fun, yes, but not that kind of fun. She took one more drink, and just went outside to a quieter place. Renee needed some space. As she sipped from her drink, she didn't realise that she had been followed. She was surprised when she felt a hand gripping her waist, and someone breathing against her ear.

"If you wanted to go to someplace quiet, you should have just said so." whispered the voice in her ear. She turned around, removing his hands from her. "Excuse me?" asked she incredulously. "Well, you know what I mean, girl." He said, winking at her, WINKING! She let out a laugh, "Oh no, no, you've got it all wrong boys, I'm not that kind of girl. I'm not interested." The boys looked at each other, and back at her angrily. She did not expect what came next. He just lunged at her. "You bitch! You are such a fucking tease! You are coming with us whether or not you like." It was then she realized that they were drunk, and could do anything. Mark and Hugh had insisted that she learn self defence, and she had. She was about to kick, when the rest of the guys grabbed her. Before she could let out a scream, she felt one of them gag her, and then hit her on the head, and she fainted.

When she gained consciousness, she didn't know where she was. The three boys had taken her to an abandoned warehouse. They had removed the gag though, but she felt the pain in her lips, and mouth, also her head, she couldn't think straight. But when she saw them undress, she let out a scream. that made one of them slap her, "Shut up you bitch, you wanted this, you get this." She protested, tried to wiggle free, yelling, "NO, I don't want this! Please, Please let me go!" But to no avail. One of them, tore her dress, stripping it off her, and one held her. The other started grabbing her body parts forcefully. She hated each and every minute of it, and struggled to get free. She didn't want to lose her virginity this way! One of them laid his lips on her brutally, she tried to bite his lip, or his tongue, and when she did so, he just slapped her even more. They were even more brutal with her. Grabbing her waist, he just plunged into her, as she let out an ear cuddling scream. It hurt her so much, she was yelling, shrieking "NO", but it just seemed to increase their pace, and amuse them. When one was done, the other took his place. Tears sprung from her eyes, as she couldn't do anything to save herself, her modesty. When she thought it was all over, the third fellow, larger than the other two, entered her, by this time, she had no energy left to yell, or do anything. She just lay there like a vegetable. The entire thing was so savage, and brutal, that her white dress was smeared with blood, and some of her caramel blonde hair was strewn across. She had bruises all over, and she lost her unconsciousness.

[sorin]

The night was coming to a close, and though things had not turned out exactly the way he was expecting and hoping, the event had been rather successful. When he had broken free of the girls gathering about his best mate, Keaton, to dance with Petra he had been wishing that another opportunity would present itself to end the night with Jocelyn. How lovely she had looked, and yet still so unapproachable for him. But, he had put himself out there, he had taken the initiative to encourage sociability, and that was a feat in itself. Who knew, maybe there was hope for him yet. The lightness of being had finally riddled his body, that sense of hope and something he dared not call happiness for fear that it would flee his body.

Hands in the pockets of his white jacket, Sorin’s dark features contrasted his pristinely white suit. However, it did make him look a little less pale in relation to the generally dark colours he wore. He would have to consider incorporating more white into his wardrobe. Given he did not look like an angry polar bear. He had not gotten any feedback in that sense from an objective party. Though, the remembrance that Petra had told him he looked handsome did bring a little grin to his face. It was not that he was terribly self-conscious about his looks (all save for his teeth), but he so rarely interacted with anyone that he did not hear it often.

Walking alone down the sidewalk, Sorin’s white leather oxfords thucked loudly with each step on the hard soles. The white stem of a blood-flavoured lollipop was the final touch to his camouflage suit against the freshly fallen snow. The distant sound of excited youth, having become increasingly jollier after downing the inevitably spiked punch, was beginning to disappear. With the snow padding almost all atmospheric noise, Sorin felt quite alone, but with the melody of one of the last songs still beating a rhythm in his head, he was not yet out of the spirit of the evening. He had every reason to feel alive.

The harrowing sound of commotion from an empty warehouse jolted Sorin from his mood. While it easily could have been young hooligans just having a bit of fun after everything else closed, his senses were far too keen to not differentiate the unsettling undertone in the cries of triumph as three young men walked out of the warehouse. The door clanged behind them, but they seemed to be in little hurry. Nothing should have raised suspicion, save for the largest one giving Sorin a look over as he stood there staring at them. “What are you looking at, tosser?” Sorin was unaffected, considering if he needed to, he could have taken all three of them without any assistance. Just then, he did not know that it was called for.

Only the nagging better sense in him beckoned him forth. There was just too easy an air of release from three individuals that looked the aggressive type. He knew this feeling too well to ignore it, he craved this feeling of satisfaction on nearly a daily basis. Walking forth, Sorin’s steps now echoed down the narrow alleyway. His cold hand met with the solid metal door, and he pulled it open slowly. His eyes immediately adjusted to the dark interior of the building, needing no assistance from the moonshine through the high windowpanes, many of which had long since been broken by bored ruffians.

As he eased the door shut behind him, the smell of what had happened hit him like a bludger in the face. His head whipped to the side, and he saw her. For a moment, he did not move. The moonlight captured her in an ethereal silence. She lay still, as though she was just a figment of his imagination. The torn dress exposed her tender and abused body, but that was not what aroused his desire. The white innocence of her garment was stained crimson with her blood. The sight of it had him glued to the spot. His lips parted to expose long canine teeth, as a slow breath escaped his mouth. Lifting his hand slowly, he removed the sucker, but his glands continued to salivate. It was like one of his most haunting dreams. There would be no fight, and the work was already done for him.

Moving forward slowly, the red candy dropped to the cement floor with a small thud, which seemed to resonate through the empty building. Similarly, each step he took did so on his approach to the young woman sprawled out before him. He stood for a moment, staring down at her. His shadow loomed over her vulnerable skin, smeared with the same glistening crimson injuries. Kneeling gently, there were no predatory feelings rearing within him. He felt the fortunate scavenger. Reaching out a hand, his cold fingertips fearlessly glided over her supple skin, darkening with her desired vivacity. Pulling away with what he wanted, he observed his hand in the light. The red shimmered against his pale hand. A sense of timelessness overtook him, and the ravaged girl was the furthest thing from his mind. Without even thinking about it, as though it was a given reflex, his fingers migrated towards his mouth. His eyes unflinchingly watched, careful that it should not disappear if he looked away. His fingers began to shake with eager anticipation as they pressed against his lower lip and smeared the colour across like ruby lipstick. Daring to glide his tongue over the sustainability the metallic taste flooded his mouth.

Letting out a deep breath from his chest, Sorin’s eyes fluttered shut, as the orgasmic feeling surged through him. His breathing rattled as his body shook with sweet anticipation. He wanted more. Like a young man being touched by a woman for the first time, his body longed to race ahead for the finish line… and he had held out for so long. His hands meeting the ground on either side of her he leaned towards her to meet her wounds with far from a healing kiss. His body hovered over her, so close that his open jacket brushed against her, made to match the splotched colouring of her dress. His eyes flashed over her accosted eyelids, and he felt suddenly empty. Distance separated him from the world as his monstrosity ebbed away to leave him feeling horrific. A hurt and surprised scoff escaped him, as he wrapped his arm around her torso, pulling her body towards him and beginning to stand. With his free arm he pulled her legs up to carry her. For as gaunt as he was, the monster inside of him gave him a great deal of strength. Her weight was nothing to him.

[nish]

Renee knew she should have used magic to save herself. Panic had gripped her so tight, that she couldn't think straight. She just wanted to, go back to the club, where nothing of this sort would have ever happened to her. No one would have dared touch her in any demeaning way. If anyone still had the audacity to touch her in an intimate fashion, for one, he would have been bashed by all the employees of the club, and for another, he would have been thrown out immediately. It was ironic that when she needed them the most, they had no idea what was happening to her.

She should have used the magic to stop them. Surely, the Ministry would understand the situation she was in. Yet, when they overpowered her, everything else seemed frozen, and when that dreadful event occurred, everything ceased to exist. At that point, life as she'd known would definitely cease to exist. Everything would change from that point. She had lost the battle of maintaining her virtue, and she felt completely contaminated and violated.

As she lay there, without any consciousness, she felt something, rather felt the presence of someone. She looked like a barbie doll who was savagely vandalized by someone. Her caramel blonde hair was a mess. There were dried tears on her face, which were clearly visible, as her eyeliner had dissolved in her tears as they had run down her cheeks. Her lip was torn, and there was dry blood on it, lipstick had spread over the outline of her lips. One of her heels lay away from her foot, the other was broken. She had an eerie feeling of someone hovering over her. Yet she wouldn't open her eyes. She felt someone's fingers on her, holding her, and then lifting her up. Her brain wasn't registering anything yet. She just was in her arms, limp and almost lifeless, as a mysterious person carried her.

[[I realised I didnt post a link to the outfit, not that it matters, but still here you go -dresss! ]]

[sorin]

The mournful howl of the winter’s night echoed through the factory, whipping open the door and slamming it shut. The falling snow drifted through the broken windows, accentuating the condemned state of the warehouse. The building was the fragmented remains of a once sturdy structure, like the body in his arms, the abandoned vastness within, only hinting at a former purpose, was the unknown fate of her mind. Sorin could feel the life in her still, the faint beat of her heart keeping her sustained until she was rescued. Her veins pulsed slowly through limp limbs, questioning his every move, reminded him of her trusting unconsciousness.

Blonde hair cascaded down his arm as her bruised face fell against his shoulder. For a moment, Sorin could only stand there. He daren’t look at her, not for sake of modesty, but because the smell was too overwhelming as it was. The remnant blood on his lip burned, but he could not give in to the temptation again. Not while she was so easily fallen to further victimization. He must get her to safety, and could disappear again into the night. His feet began to move across the cement floor, his steps were despondent taps as they indicated the added weight.

Kicking the door open with his foot, the bitter air rushed through his nostrils. He could smell that sweet chill of the night, and knew immediately that it posed a higher threat to her exposure. Shifting her dead weight to one shoulder and then the other, Sorin pulled off his coat. Piercing the fabric with his teeth, he intended to redistribute her weight against both arms. His failure to mind his environment became abundantly clear as the taste of her painfully flooded his senses again. The desire he fought nearly brought tears to his eyes, he let out a strangled breath as he forced past it. Quickly draping her body across his forearms again, he tugged the coat to spread across her frame. He released the ruined jacket as though it had been splattered with poison, but the taste remained.

Biting away the residual blood on his lip, he did the best he could to clear it all away. Something felt awakened within him. A perception that even he had never been aware of sprang to life and surged thought his body. Now even he could feel the cold, but it did hinder him. In fact, he felt stronger, and desire to run. If only he had the lack of conscience to leave her there and do so. But all that he fought to be would not let him. He carried her slowly through the streets, silently pleading that someone come along and rescue them both. Her from her weakened state of abuse, and him from his weakened state of desire.

The snow crunched under his feet as he crossed the road. The blinding lights of the hospital a beacon of hope at the end of a journey that that had lasted several blocks. The mechanical doors slid open and he walked through an emergency waiting room. There were few there, too absorbed with their own midnight catastrophes of broken arms and allergy attacks to notice him. But when the attendant glanced up she let out a small gasp.

“She needs help.” He said in a strangely detached voice. It was neither the voice of her attacker, or her brother… but one that had been greatly affected by the unfortunate event nonetheless.

[nish]

Renee was now carried by a stranger, albeit a handsome one, as he walked into the moonlight. Once outside, the coolness in the atmosphere made Renee shiver involuntarily. She turned paler, as her lips became drier, making the sight of dried blood even more visible. As he walked, carrying her, under the guidance of the moon, shifting her in his arms to manage his weight, her head somehow was now resting on his shoulder. In the cold night before Christmas Eve, when they should be celebrating, the stranger led her to a hospital, so that she could be treated. Renee was unaware of the turmoil inside Sorin's head, but had it not been for him, she would have perhaps not survived in that cold. At his statement, of her needing help, the attendant looked at her clad in torn clothes, covered to modesty by his coat, and she let out a gasp.

The aforementioned attendant was the one who was always behind the counter, who pointed the patients in the right direction, managed the files, reports, and the appointments. She was now looking in front of her and saw a man carrying an unconscious female in his arms. The man's white coat was wrapped around the girl, whose own white colored dress was torn, and soiled with blood. She was a sight to see, with bruises all over her body, yet, her eyes remained closed donning a tranquil countenance, reflecting the innocence and the chastity. Her body, however contradicted her facial expression. Every bruise on her body suggested that she had been completely robbed of her innocence. The attendant immediately paged Dr. Pierce, who handled these cases, and ushered the nurses, and asked the fellow to lay her gently on the table. Soon after, she was led inside, as she was checked for her vitals, etc.

The attendant briefly conversed with the head nurse first, and then turned to Sorin. "We'll need you to answer some of our questions.." The nurse spoke first, "We need to know your relationship with the victim." The attendant intervened, "Wait, we need to know her name first. What is her name?" The both started bombarding him with questions.

{{Sorry, couldn't help haha, well sorry it took so long, I lost one post, and it was awesome, this one is... well, okay.}}

[sorin]

Sorin was unfazed by the nurse’s reaction; it was not as though he was oblivious to the young woman still dangling in his arms. The nurse’s voice boomed over the intercom for a specific doctor and relayed some code that would bring the doctor and attendants running. The nurse emerged first, but Sorin’s keen hearing detected that the gurney was right around the corner. It’s squeaky wheel pleaded as they came jogging around into the long hallway. Sorin’s eyes were fixed on it in a sort of daze. It came closer, but the hallway just seemed to grow longer and longer. A muffled voice was saying something but he was shut down from it. Hands urged his body forward and he had the sense to lay the girl out onto what was essentially a trolly. Someone handed him his coat, which was now ruined inside and out. Unless, of course, he was going for the mobster look post Valentine’s Day Massacre. Yeah… Sorin knew his gruesomely bloody events in history.

Watching them wheel her away and out of sight, Sorin had a slightly dazed look as questions flew at him. Nothing. He had nothing. But in her state… so did she. Out of guilt for what he had done, scavenging the remains, he felt a certain obligation to answer with something. He tried to think of her name. She was familiar after all, and he could only recognize someone his own age if they went to school together. He had to think, it had to come to him. Her torn dress mended itself in his mind, but inappropriately, as evident by the flowing red hair that draped over the shoulders. Merlin, she had been beautiful. He could never imagine what he would have done if she had been ravaged. “Jocelyn.” He said suddenly. Hers was the only name that came to him, and some name was better than none. Right? “Um… Jocelyn Turpin, we, uh, go to school together.” Muggle hospital… they ask questions. “To an academy, in the north.” He was lying through his elongated incisors, of course, but the more information he seemed to give the more he would appear to be cooperating.

[nish]

Renee felt herself wheeled away somewhere. She had a vague notion of everything, she could vaguely feel everything, but her brain was not ready to register anything. It had completely shut itself down, especially after the.. incident. It was just the way her mind worked. The sensations were all there, but there wasn't any response to the stimuli. She was just going deeper and deeper down into the tunnel of darkness. At that time, a petite, comparatively young doctor came over to look at her. At first glance, she frowned, for another of the beauties of this world had to be introduced to such trauma. She, Dr. Pierce, herself had been a victim of some drunken bastard forcing himself on her. Even though she had worked hard to get over that incident, whenever she saw a young girl face the same tragedy, her heart reached out to the said victim, and involuntarily she'd go through the entire process all over again, the incident, the coping, the forgetting, and the moving on. It had become a routine for her.

After checking her vitals, she concluded that the girl's pulse was low, and she'd bled a little too much. Relaying some instructions, she went outside to talk to the person who'd admitted this poor girl. She overheard the nurse and the attendant enquire the boy who had brought her in. "Martha," said she to the nurse, "I'll take over from here." Stepping forward, she nodded curtly at Sorin, and started, "I'm Dr. Pierce, and I'd really like to thank you for bringing.. Jocelyn, was it?" At his nod, she continued, "Here, that too at the right time. I was wondering if you could answer a few questions of mine. How well do you know Miss Turpin?" She paused for his answer, and then fired her next question, "Can you tell me about her family members? If you can, can you inform them? Or you could give us the information, we'd inform them ourselves. It's very necessary she has someone of her family to support her through this."

"Also.. could you tell me what really occurred? We'll wait for her to regain consciousness, and then we can contact the police." She smiled warmly, in reassurance. "Uh.. I didn't quite catch your name, dear, what was it, again?" As she awaited his reply, in the small room, something got Renee out of that deep darkness she was plunged in. She could see fuzzy images.. hear screams.. was it her own? She shook her head, moved her fingers in uneasiness. She could feel whatever she was seeing in her dreams.. Was it a dream? Or Was it reality? She didn't know, it seemed very real, very intimidating, and terrifying. Someone tore her clothing apart, and she felt herself feebly protest, which went into deaf ears. "No.." said she, thrashing about, shaking her legs, her hands, her head fiercely as she had a nightmare, of herself being raped all over again.

"Dr. Pierce, I don't know if she's gaining consciousness or not, but she's tossing about, it doesn't seem good, at all. Her blood pressure's rising, so is her pulse. You might want to check it out." said the nurse, and Dr. Pierce immediately ran into the room, where she found a writhing Renee. She understood it all too perfectly, as she had gone through the trauma. She held her hand, and placed her head on her lap. "It's alright sweetheart, the worst is over. Calm down." It took awhile for Renee to calm down, but she finally shrieked a 'No', before she fell silent. Slowly she opened her eyes, and let them adjust to the light. 'Where am I?' wondered she, and then she saw the people around her. Her dream, her nightmare, too fresh in her mind, she shrugged, withdrew herself, and trembling, she tried to move away from the doctor. She tried to wiggle her hand from the doctor's grasp, and hugged herself, as she shirked away. She was too scared, too afraid, of everything, and of everyone.

[nish]

{{It's a tad long, and it took so long, but I posted BUT, WHERE ARE YOU!!!! }}