[Event: Memory Corrupt] Make up you mind to have... no regrets....

[ooeeooahah]

AU Information: Ilsa and her sister were kidnapped at a young age, and taken from the human dimension where they were born, to the dimension her father is from. The political opponents who arranged the attack were found and the girls rescued in Ilsa's timeline, but not every rescue is successful. In the alternate timeline, she and her sister were raised as cubi, by a clan that taught that all others were cattle to be driven as the clan willed. She is not a doctor, not a chef, and definitely not a nice girl, this weekend.

[ Friday Morning, 1490 Kramden Road, Master bedroom ]

[ Ilsa is slow to wake, stretching languorously against the one they assigned to her. For all his lack of external emotion, he was good for a steady diet of frustration, embarrassment and confusion.

Breakfast, as they say, was served. ]

[ Friday afternoon, MacCready and Sons ]

[ Drones didn't provide sustenance - there were no emotions, no energy about them. She went to work to keep from being one of them, and after her morning, wasn't really interested in feeding, just pretending to work, looking busy enough for the drones there to leave her alone.

That doesn't mean her aware co-workers were safe. ]

[ Saturday, any time, around town ]

[ The drones are as unpalatable to her as their food is to those that require it.

However, the aware prisoners provide her a smorgasbord of despair, turmoil, frustration and fear.

Delicious. ]

Comments

[ooeeooahah]

Ooh, promise?

[ The bravado covers the worry - he's actually gotten a link into her. How, she has no idea, but she has to work quickly to get him under her control. Leaning into his fear and the attraction, she pushes past the pain to extend a drain tendril to him... and is blocked. ]

Just who are you, sweetie?

[velesdonnersen]

[Irony: He's good at it.]

Forgotten so easily, liebe? I'm crushed.

[He opens another emotional line--one "his" Ilsa would know well, but that should surprise this one no end. Though showing it will hurt him. He wants his own Ilsa back. But he opens anyway, and reveals months and months of love and intimacy, all woven into an iron-strong structure in which is IS her Alpha.]

I'm your alpha, lover. And you cross me at your own risk.

Literally.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Alpha?!? How in the seven hells had that happened? She pauses, testing the bond, and discovers he's telling the truth.

Damn.

Confused by the emotional barrage, the sweetness cutting across the acid of the pain, making her dizzy. Still, there's still a chance she can get out of this. ]

Then you have an idea what I can do for you, hm?

[ As long as he doesn't know all that she can do to him, once she gets her hands on him. She steps forward, hips swaying in bravado to cover her fear. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[Covering her fear is not one of the options. He can feel every bit, and it hurts like hell. "His" Ilsa trusted him. This one doesn't--and shouldn't. He feeds her fear back to her, adding in his own loss and regret--and a megadose of Sturmvoraus determination.]

Don't even think about it, Ilsa. I know what you can do, and I know just what I can do to you.

[He's not a cubi...but he's a very good alpha. And he's a trained assassin, among other things. He knows the knife he wants, too: not one of the littlest ones, but a short, solid chef's knife. It come easily into his hand. She may not see it, though. Or, perhaps, she might...]

[ooeeooahah]

[ He's met every attack she has, predator to predator. If she was to get out of this, it would need careful negotiation. ]

So, we are matched, then?

[ Her raised eyebrow invites multiple interpretations. ]

What do you suggest we do then, hm?

[ She reaches out to stroke his cheek. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[How odd. Her wrist lies against a very sharp blade, and he's just out of range. His eyes are quite unamused.]

[He hovers, unresolved. He feels along the thread, evaluating her hunger. He...thinks...he can risk letting her go. For now. Because he'd rather contain her or kill her cleanly than see them both go down here, in blood and gore.]

I suggest...

[He darts in, and manages to place a quick slash--but is gone before she can block or retaliate. Dancing back he says,]

I think your alpha will determine how to deal with you later. Now that he's got a better sense of who he's dealing with.

[As he disappears into the nearest alley, he calls back,]

Schatzi? You're not half the woman you once were. Think about it.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Anger and frustration war with fear and confusion as he leaves.

She's still intact, but... that last jibe was as sharp as the knife he carried. Ilsa tossed her head, striding angrily towards the office.

As if there was anything about her that was less for being just as she was. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[He's back up on the rooftop watching her by the time she storms in to work.]

[She's dangerous. And he doesn't trust her to stay away from likely prey. He's got to think of a way to bind her...If "his" Ilsa returns, she's going to have enough to regret already. If she doesn't...he wants this new one to learn fast and hard that there are new limits in her life.]