Blood Lust

The sky was starting to settle in for the sunset over the watershed reflection it cast out onto the open sea. The ship was barely moving forward by this time as it set forward, as if it were chasing the sun itself. A grimly old boat float on the seas, it's sails were up for the rest that was being taken. The main deck was empty, aside from a few broken bottles as well some unbroken. Their was a celebration the night before. A marriage had taken place their the night before. The ship had no form of labeling that it was under government. It was a ship full of gypsies that were leaving their town for a chance to settle on new land, and a couple declared their love for one another. Elizabeth Tamara was found to be out of her bed. Her father left their quarters to search for his daughter, fearing the worst on that dingy old boat, his lantern his only form of light. All he could think was "Dear and Holy Lord, Please don't let my Elizabeth have fallen off the ship.". He had just made his way to the stairs of the hatch when he could whimpering sounds coming from behind a door he had passed. His eyes immediately narrowed... Cativo. Hobbes Cativo must have taken Elizabeth from her rest and brought her to his room. And that insane sister of his was too strange to think anything of it, like she didn't know any better. Still only in his pants, he threw himself at the door with all his might, crashing(Convict) through the door into the small 1 bedroom quarter. His lantern, he dropped before going through. The room was pitch black aside from the window which only let light shine down onto the light skin of someone's back against the bed. . The whimpering was surely in the room. He leaped at the back he could see. If it were his daughter, he would pull her away from that bastard, far enough that he couldn't hurt her as he beat that man. Vice versa if it were him, in which case he would simply pull him off his precious daughter and beat him within an inch of his life.1

Well, that was the case. He grabbed ahold of Hobbes shoulders and ripped him from his bed and drew him to the ground. He imediatly started beating on him, pulling his arm back and with all his might, slamming it into his face. Hobbes could barely see straight, let alone defend himself against this full grown man. He simply screamed "What have I done?! Why!?" Vargo, Elizabeth's father, simply kept slamming his fists into his face. "How dare you Hobbes Cativo! How dare you try to soil my precious Elizabeth!" he shouted. Hobbes lift his hands to his face to block long enough to get out "You're a fool old man! I have not your daughter!". Vargo slowed his arm to a hault by his head. "Where is she!?" he shouted before he would punch him again. Hobbes whimpered some before he said "I know not of your daughter, Cativo." he said. Vargo was ready to hit him again when he noticed that the whimpering had not yet stopped there. He looked over as his eyes adjusted, seeing the light of the lantern he dropped cast light upon the soft skin of his precious little girl of his rubbing against mine. She was teasing my neck as i fingered her when we felt his eyes on us. He looked down at Liz as she looked back to him with horrified eyes. "Father!" she said. in shock, a bit of wince in her eyes. I had not yet looked over and still had my fingers sliding in and out of her wet cunt. I looked over to see the glowing-red-with-anger face of her father. He stood over us, leaving my beaten brother lay on the ground. I slid my fingers out of her and wrapped my arms under Liz's waist, pulling her to my side, away from him as he shouted "How could you Elizabeth!?" his hands balled to fists. I was holding her away from him because if he was going to hurt anyone, I'd have rather it be me. This was all my fault after all. I was the one who convinced her we could be safe in my room. He looked down at me with a glare. "What kind of lies have you filled my daughter's head with!?" he cried as he lift his fists into the air. Liz brought her head up from behind my black hair and placed her hand on the cleavage of my breasts. "Father, Please!" she cried out through tears. I looked into her hazel eyes with amazement. She'd always spoke of our love with a little shame in her tone. She was always a shy girl. Hearing her tell her father "I love her!" like she did, brought a small smile across my face, only to fade as I heard "This harlot doesn't love you! She's taking advantage of your body!" he said, such an asshole. 2

Elizabeth could only say so much to defend our case to him. After all, he didn't seem as though he doubted the she loved me. That I loved her seemed more of his denial. I lift my hand to her shoulder and set her, as well as myself to relax as I pulled her close, though not in her defense, but in my little way of snugging... Maybe I was falling in love with her. "You're wrong." I said as Elizabeth's eyes drew to mine as though she was ready to hear what I had to say next. The wood of the ship would creek as I said "I love her... And I wouldn't ever try to hurt her.". Vargo simply grit his teeth and widened his eyes. I think he wanted to look angry. "Taste you not your lies, Whore!?" he cried, loud enough for the nightguard to stop on a dime as he was walking into the room. The three of us looked to him with a look of shame. Not one of us wanted to be right there. 3

(Sorry Guys. I smoke before I write these so when I come down, I run out of inspiration. And my tolerance has gone up alot so it's been harder. I'll make it up to ya though)