Some More Bio

By Bekka Mouri

(This is written in the third person.)

Birthday presents were scattered around the ten-year-old girl’s room, some of them unopened. The big day had been forty-eight hours ago, but she was still getting presents from family and friends. She had played hard that day and was exhausted. That was probably why she didn’t notice the strange beings that watched her while she slept.

The moonlight reflected off of their cerulean skin and glinted in two sets of gold eyes. One of the beings was tall and the other was short but they were both handsome and had long white hair tied back in ponytails. The taller one grinned down at the heavy set girl and smiled. “ She looks like the kind that will grow up to be strong and hearty. “

The shorter one reached out and touched her strange hair. It was a golden blonde color with purple streaks in it. “ She is not like others we have stolen tonight. She seems to have a power flowing from her. I can’t seem to put my finger on it though. “

“ Earthlings vary, Notaro, “ Said the tall one. “ They are very diverse. That is what makes them so desirable on Doom. “

Notaro nodded, “ Hopefully her powers that I sense will bring us a good deal of money, Ishidor. “

“ Take her now, Notaro. We have to find more slaves before we return to Doom. Hopefully this batch will please the master, “ Ishidor stepped towards the window. He pushed a few buttons on his wristband, summoning a small cruiser to hover right outside. It would take them to the larger cruiser that was to transport the slaves to Doom.

Notaro lifted the girl gently from her bed and waited for Ishidor to step into the vehicle. He climbed out of the window then turned to face Notaro. “ Give me the girl. “

Notaro stepped to the window and handed the girl carefully out to Ishidor. “ What are you doing with my daughter?! “ A male voice startled him. He twisted to see who it was but was shot down before he could.

An older man with gray streaked short black hair stood in the doorway of the girl’s room. In his hand, he held a large Earth weapon Ishidor knew was called a shotgun. Notaro’s body armor prevented the ammunition from hitting Ishidor and the girl. He knew this by the huge dents he saw appear in Notaro’s armor before he collapsed.

Ishidor let the girl fall to the floor of the open cruiser and he pulled out his laser pistol. He hit a button marked Close Hatch on the control panel as he fired at the man, hitting him in the chest. The man tried to return fire but the hatch was shut and the cruiser gone by the time he steadied the shotgun. The last thing Ishidor saw before jetting off to the main cruiser was a woman kneeling down to look at the man.

**

“ Fred, wake up, “ The blonde woman shook her husband. “ I heard a noise in Bekka’s room. “

“ Go to sleep, Elaine. It’s probably that damn cat of hers, “ Fred rolled over to face his wife. They had Bekka late in life and Elaine was over protective of the child.

“ No! I want you to go see what it was! “ Elaine shoved Fred hard. “ Fred Rodgers! There could be a thief in our daughter’s room! “

Fred sat up. He knew he was in for a butt chewing when Elaine used his full name. He grabbed up a shotgun he kept under the bed and stood to his feet, shaking the wrinkles out of his pajamas. “ It’s the cat, but I’ll go check anyway. “

Elaine watched as Fred left the room. A few moments later, she heard her husband yell something about their daughter and a shotgun blast. She quickly got out of bed, taking a moment to pull her robe around her nightgown. When she arrived at her daughter’s room, it was too late.

Fred lay on the floor, clutching a chest wound. He reached out for Elaine with his other hand. He gasped, “ I got one of them but the other one got Bekka. I’m sorry I doubted you, Elaine. “

“ Fred! Hang on! “ Elaine knelt down, “ I’ll get help. Just hold on. “

“ I can’t, “ Fred let out a quick gasp and he was gone.

**

Bekka Rodgers looked around the room she was in. It wasn’t her room, this much she knew. Around her, several children slept. They looked like they were her age on up to sixteen or seventeen. There seemed to be and equal amount of boys and girls.

She moved to get up but a hand grabbed her. “ Sit still. They’ll hurt you if you move around, “ A young man’s voice in a low whisper came to Bekka’s ears.

Bekka turned to face the person who had grabbed her. She could see that he had big blue eyes and long blonde hair. The light in the cabin was dim and she couldn’t make out his face very well. All she could really see were his beautiful eyes.

“ Who are you? “ Her violet eyes locked with his enchanting ones.

“ Call me Enova. What’s your name? “

“ My name is Bekka, “ Bekka stuck her hand out to shake Enova’s. He looked at her puzzled. “ Don’t you shake hands? “

“ Shake hands? “ Enova arched an eyebrow. “ Not unless we are going to fight. “

Bekka pulled her hand back, “ Where are you from? “

Enova sat up, the dim light of the cabin shining on his face a bit more. Bekka gasped as she saw he had pointed ears and looked somewhat like an elf. “ I am from a place you have probably never heard of before and it really doesn’t matter now. How old are you, child? “

“ I just turned ten two days ago, “ Bekka stated.

“ Well, I just turned sixteen two days ago. I don’t think I have ever met anyone else born on the thirteenth of Sun’s Height before, “ Enova smiled.

“ Sun’s Height? “ Bekka questioned.

Enova nodded, “ Yes. That’s what this lunar month is called, is it not? “

“ Actually, “ Bekka looked at her hands. “ We call it June. “

“ June? What a funny name that is. Could you tell me where you are from? “ Enova chuckled at what Bekka called the month they were in.

“ I’m from Earth, “ Bekka looked up, “ Aren’t you? “

Enova looked at Bekka, “ You’re an Earthling? “

“ Yes. But, are you one too? “ Bekka furrowed her brow.

Enova thumped at the tip of his left ear, “ I thought these were a dead giveaway. I hail from a place called Summerset Isle, The Home Of The High Elves. “

Bekka blushed, “ I thought you were one of Santa’s. “

“ Santa? Who’s Santa? “ Enova looked lost.

“ He’s this big fat guy who comes down chimneys to give good kids presents, “ Bekka mumbled, looking away.

“ I never heard of him, Bekka. My planet is different than yours and we’re both going to a planet that will be different than either of us has ever seen. “

“ What planet is that, Enova? “ Bekka looked at the older boy.

Enova bowed his head, “ We are going to Doom. “

“ Doom? “ Bekka looked frightened.

Enova nodded, “ Yes. We are going to be sold as slaves. “

“ Slaves? No, they can do that! Slavery is illegal! I saw it on the television! “ Bekka gasped.

Enova looked at her, “ On Doom it’s perfectly legal. And humans are the most valuable of them all. It would take ten of me to equal the price a Drule will pay for you. You will probably live in a big mansion while I will be lucky if I get to shovel robeast dung. “

“ That’s not right, “ Bekka whispered, horrified at the thought of her new friend shoveling any kind of dung. “ Maybe whoever buys me will buy you as well and we will never have to be apart. You are my only friend right now. “

“ You’ll make new friends but I will stay with you until we are sold. You are my only friend in this place as well. “

Bekka stuck out her pinky finger, “ Do you swear you’ll never leave my side until we are separated? “

Enova looked at the chubby finger, “ What strange Earth custom is that? “

“ It’s called the pinky swear. Just do it, okay? “

Enova hesitated before wrapping his slender pinky finger around Bekka’s. “ Now what? “

“ Swear you won’t leave me until we are sold, “ Bekka stated. Enova did and his eyes grew wide as Bekka swore her pledge then kissed his finger. “ You kiss mine now. “

“ Alright, “ Enova did as he was told. He found this Earth girl odd but charming all the same. He wondered what she would look like when she was his age and if she would want him when he was twenty -two. He pushed the thought out of his mind, not wanting to think of a child in such a way.

It surprised him as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close to her. “ Let’s go to sleep, Enova. I don’t know where Doom is but I am sure we still have quite a trip ahead of us. “

Enova slid his arms around the girl, silently praying to Stendarr that he would be merciful on them both. He also said a prayed to whoever was the ruling deity on Bekka’s planet to help Stendarr keep them both safe. Even though he was almost an adult, he was as scared as the child in his arms.

(Just a bit of clarification. Enova is from Tamriel, a place in the RPG Daggerfall that came out in 1996. Stendarr is the God of Mercy and is worshipped in certain parts of Tamriel.)

**

The large ship began to shake wildly, waking Bekka and the others. She felt Enova’s arms tighten around her as everyone else began screaming. He kissed her forehead, “ We’re just entering Doom’s atmosphere. Don’t be scared, “ He said to her loud enough for her to hear.

Bekka clung tighter to Enova, burying her face in his chest. Although he was slender and had a slight build, his embrace comforted her greatly. After a rough thud, the ship became still. “ Is it safe? “ Bekka asked, pulling away a bit.

“ I don’t know. I have no idea how they will treat us when they take us to the holding area, “ Enova replied as the others ran around the cabin in a panic.

A large door slid open and a man’s figure stood shadowed in the door, making the children and few teenagers fall silent. Two guards stood behind him, holding very large weapons. “ Well, Ishidor. Let’s see what you have brought me this time. “

“ Yes, Master Lakano, “ The one Enova assumed was Ishidor stepped forward, both men still shrouded in darkness. The children watched with wide eyes as Ishidor lead Lakano past each of them. He looked one or two over a little more closely to make sure they were suitable. “ Notaro and I got quite a few humanoid types, even an elf. “

“ But did you get any humans? “ Lakano turned to face Ishidor. “ And where is Notaro? I have not seen him yet. “

Ishidor bowed his head, “ He was killed as we took the human. I shot the man and took the girl. “

“ Very well. You will just get his share of the profits, “ Lakano said. “ Where is this human? “

Ishidor scanned the area, quickly locating the girl. She was with the elf; both of them huddled together in a sparsely lit part of the otherwise dark cabin. “ She is there, Master. The elf is with her. “

Lakano stepped towards them, his huge form moving swiftly through the cabin. Bekka and Enova gasped at the man’s sheer size. He had to be at least seven feet tall, the dim light dancing off of his blue skin and in his golden eyes. A slow grin spread across his lips as he looked at Bekka, making his handsome face look sinister. “ My my my! She will make a nice one, won’t she? “

Ishidor nodded, “ She is the kind who grows up to be strong and hearty, eh? “

Lakano reached out and stroked the child’s cheek. She pulled away and clung tighter to the elf. Lakano then captured a lock of the child’s hair in his fingers. “ How odd for an Earthling to have hair like this. I always believed they had dull hair colors. “

“ This one is unique, Master! “ Ishidor stepped forward; “ Notaro sensed a power about her when we went to retrieve her. “

Lakano looked at the elf for a moment, then back at the child. “ Tell me, child. What is your name? “

The child looked up at the elf, which nodded. “ You better tell him, “ He whispered.

The child looked at Lakano with moist violet eyes, “ Bekka. “

Lakano thought for a moment. “ A name as unique as the power I can sense about you, “ He then looked to the elf, “ What is your name, elf? “

“ Enova, “ He replied rather stiffly.

Lakano arched one of his platinum eyebrows, “ Do you feel defiant, Enova? “

“ I am not pleased about being taken from my home, that is all. “

Lakano laughed, “ Where ever you are from is no longer your home. Your home is now here on Doom, as well as everyone else in this cabin. Get used to it. “

Enova growled but said nothing. Lakano’s eyes drifted back to Bekka, “ Tell me, Enova. What is your attachment to Bekka? She is obviously not your sister and surely cannot be your lover. “

“ She is my only friend, “ Enova ground out, not liking what Lakano had said.

“ Friend? “ Lakano laughed again. “ You are going to be sold into slavery and you are making friends? How do you know you’ll even see this girl once you are taken off of this ship? “

Enova lifted his chin, “ I don’t but I can protect her as long as she is in my grasp. “

“ Ishidor, “ Lakano barked, “ Separate these two. Enova might be a bad influence on Bekka if they continue to keep each other company. “

Ishidor lunged and wrapped his arms around Bekka’s waist. He was much stronger than Enova and easily ripped the girl away from the struggling elf. “ Give her back! She’s my only friend! “ Enova grabbed at Bekka, who struggled against Ishidor’s grip.

Lakano looked around the cabin. All of the children were staring at the scene. “ Guards! “ He commanded. “ Take everyone to the holding facilities! “

The two blue skinned guards rounded up everyone and led them out of the cabin, leaving Enova behind to face Lakano. “ What do you want me to do with the girl, Master? “ Ishidor asked.

“ Put her by herself. She is too valuable to be mingling with the other children. I will deal with our defiant elf, “ Lakano looked at Enova with cold eyes.

Ishidor bowed, “ As you wish. “

Lakano waited for Ishidor to leave before saying anything to Enova. A few tense moments passed as Enova stared at the huge Drule. A heavy sigh from Lakano broke the silence. “ Enova, Enova, Enova. What did you think you were trying to prove here? “

“ I was not trying to… “

“ Silence! “ Lakano shouted, making Enova jump. “ I was hoping to be able to sell you but there is no room on Doom for a insubordinate slave. “

“ W-w-what are you going to do to me? “ Enova’s eyes followed Lakano’s hand as it reached behind the cape around his shoulders. He gasped as he produced a very large laser gun from beneath the mantle.

Lakano flipped a switch on the side and aimed. “ Oh well. What I sell Bekka for will more than make up for the money I will lose doing this. “

Enova put his hands up as Lakano pulled the trigger. In a moment, all that remained of Enova was a pile of fine ash. Lakano placed the gun back in its holster before bending over to examine the ash. He picked some up between his fingers and blew it away.

**

Some More Bio: The Escape

By Bekka Mouri

(This takes place shortly before Bekka escapes from her owners’ estate and when Mehrunes discovers the beautiful slave girl he becomes obsessed with.)

Mehrunes Dagon arrived at his parents’ land. He had been away, doing things better left unsaid. As he stepped into the house, the sounds of leather meeting skin and shouting filled his ears. “ You will do as I say, wench! “ His father, Quaesto Vil Dagon, could be heard as if he were in the same room with Mehrunes.

Mehrunes sought out the room the noises were coming from. He opened the door, finding his mother watching Quaesto beat one of the slaves with a thick leather strap. “ Apologize for your insolent tongue now, wench! “ Vaernima Dagon glared at the girl. From where Mehrunes stood, all he could see was the girl’s raw back and her purple streaked blonde hair.

“ Never, “ Came the defiant whisper. Mehrunes could see the girl’s blouse had been ripped to reveal the tender pale flesh of her back. An unlaced corset hung from her shoulders as she sat up straight, her head held high in rebelliousness. “ I will never express regret for my will and my spirit. “

“ Then that spirit will have to be broken! “ Quaesto brought the strap down across her well-muscled shoulders again. He became even angrier when the girl did not respond.

“ You will never break my spirit! “ The girl shouted.

Vaernima took a step toward the girl and slapped her across her face. The girl responded to the impact of the blow, then went back to holding her head high, refusing to give in. “ You little… “ Vaernima balled up her fist but stopped when she saw her oldest son standing in the doorway. “ Oh, Mehrunes! I didn’t hear you come in. “

Mehrunes smirked and walked to his mother’s side, “ I will not hold it against you. Insubordinate slaves need to be punished so they know what their place is. “ His gold-green eyes locked with the slave’s violet ones. He clucked his tongue and chuckled, “ I told you humans were nothing but trouble when you got this one. “

Quaesto brought the strap down again. Mehrunes was impressed that the girl didn’t even flinch. Mehrunes looked at his father, “ Perhaps you are not being hard enough on her, father. Let me give it a try. “

“ NO! I can punish my own slaves, son! “ The aging Drule barked, bringing the strap down again as hard as he could.

“ Ah father, stubborn as ever, “ Mehrunes sighed, noticing that the girl cringed a little from the most recent blow

Quaesto let the strap fall to the floor, “ I think that will be enough for today. I may enlist your help later if I cannot get her will to bend. “

Mehrunes took the girl’s chin in his fingers, studying her face. She was a perfect specimen of a human female. He let his eyes go lower and he studied her body. It was voluptuous, her bosom more than enough for one man.

He could tell she was strong the way she had been able to stand the beating. Mehrunes knew his father was still strong; he just liked to pick on him. Mehrunes grinned evilly, running his fingers down her throat. “ Maybe I could break her spirit. “

“ Mehrunes! Unhand her! “ Quaesto pushed his son roughly, causing him to lose contact with the girl’s peachy flesh, “ You will not touch her! “

“ But father, “ Mehrunes cut his eyes, “ I could break her spirit and have a little fun besides. It has been so long since I have touched a woman. “

“ Your father said no! If you want satisfaction, take it with one of the whores in town. We do not want to run the risk of you staining the family’s name by impregnating a slave! “ Vaernima grabbed her son’s shoulder, then glared at the slave. “ Especially this insolent creature, the children would be hellions! “

Mehrunes stepped away from his parents, “ You amuse me, mother and father. I am twenty-seven years old and you still treat me like a child. Perhaps having Namira has made you think you can still control both of your children. “

“ As long as you are in my house, you will obey my rules! “ Quaesto took a step towards his son.

Mehrunes put his hands up, “ I understand, father. I promise I will follow your rules while I am here. “

Vaernima and Quaesto looked at each other, surprised at the their son’s change of attitude. Vaernima looked over at the slave girl, “ Get dressed and get out of here. Go to your quarters and don’t expect any dinner. “

The girl stood to her feet slowly, clutching her corset to hide her bosom. She didn’t even bow to her master and mistress before walking out of the room as if she had only been scolded, not beaten. Mehrunes watched her as she left, silently planning to take her without his parents’ knowledge. If she did become pregnant, he knew how to take care of the problem.

“ What is her name? “ Mehrunes asked, looking at his fingernails.

“ Her name is Bekka, Mehrunes, “ Quaesto snorted. “ We call her The Defiant One. “

~We’ll see how defiant she is when I am done,~ Mehrunes thought, trying not to smile.

**

Bekka shut the door to her room and turned. It did not surprise her to see half a dozen huge brown rats waiting for her. They were her pets, much to her chagrin. ~Mistress!~ They telepathed to her in unison, ~What has happened to you?~

~They beat me again,~ Bekka sighed, letting the corset fall away. Two of the rats scurried off and returned with a blouse, offering it Bekka. ~Thank you.~

~Are they going to deny you food again tonight?~ A rather large female rat asked.

~Yes, Natasha.~

~Do you want the boys to go retrieve some food for you once the Drules are asleep?~

Bekka shook her head, ~I’ll be okay.~

The rats scattered, squeaking in fear as a red necklace hovered in the air about Bekka’s makeshift dressing table. It was made from a blood red metal and had an amulet hanging from it. The amulet was made of the same ore and had a green stone set in the center. That stone looked like a dragon’s eye.

~Child, you will not need dinner tonight,~ A sinister voice echoed in Bekka’s head. ~I have found an escape route for you.~

~Hermaeus? You have?~ Bekka watched as the necklace floated over to her. She grabbed it in her hand as it got close enough for her to do so. It had been a gift from her friend, Enova. He had been on the same slave trading ship she had come to Doom on.

The slave traders had killed Enova for his insolence. All he wanted to do was protect when they came to remove them from the ship. Bekka had been torn out of his arms and drug away shortly before he was killed. Bekka knew he had been killed because of the note that came with the necklace; the same note told her the name of the Daedra Lord who was soul bound to the necklace.

~Yes. I want you to rest now and I will show you the way. I will deal with your master and mistress before we leave.~

Bekka nodded, ~Thank you, Hermaeus.~

**

Mehrunes looked down into Bekka’s violet eyes. She stared up at him, defiance written across her features. “ You will make love to me, “ He placed a hand on her shoulder.

“ My spirit is too strong for you to break, “ The girl shrugged the hand off.

Mehrunes grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him roughly, “ I love a challenge. “

Bekka pushed at his chest, finding him much too strong for her to fight him off. Before she could say anything, he crushed his mouth to hers. She struggled a little but relaxed as he slid his tongue into her slightly open mouth. Her hands stopped pushing and rested on his chest, returning the kiss.

Mehrunes pulled away a little, eyeing the girl’s clothes. She wore a simple blouse and skirt. He could feel the boning of her corset as he held her body close to his. He wore nothing put a pair of pants that were fast becoming uncomfortable.

He pulled the blouse from where it was tucked in and ran his hand along the laces of the undergarment. Finding the bow, he pulled it loose. She tried to pull away but he tightened his grip on her. “ You WILL make love to me, “ He murmured, unlacing the corset.

“ No I won’t, “ Bekka snarled, trying to push him again. She gasped as his hand moved to her front, teasing the delicate flesh there.

“ You must have never been touched before, “ Mehrunes took her lips in his again, pulling back a bit to say, “ I feel so honored that I will break your spirit AND take your innocence. “

Bekka moaned into his mouth as his teasing increased, both hands tormenting her chest. After a few moments, he grasped the blouse in his fingers and pulled it from her body. Her corset fell to the floor at his feet, letting him look again on her magnificent bosom again…

Mehrunes sat up, sweating and panting. He had tried to fall asleep three times and each time, he dreamt the same thing. His soul burned for the slave girl he had touched just a few hours before. He knew he would have to have her and it would have to be soon.

He crawled out of his bed and slipped on his robe. He did not need to wear anything else for what he had planned. He stuck his head out of the door and looked around, finding the house quiet. He smiled and slipped carefully out into the darkness, heading for the slaves quarters, which were located away from the manor.

He found Bekka’s door slightly cracked open but thought nothing of it. He crept through the squalid room to her bed. He licked his lips, his eyes tracing her form as she slept. He grinned, ~I hope she is ready for her wake up call.~

His fingers curled around the top of the blanket and he flung it off. His eyes grew wide as he jumped backward, disgust written all over his face. Under the blanket was not the girl but six large Drule rats. He fled the room, stumbling a little as he made a hasty exit.

He made his way back to his room, grumbling. He wondered where the girl who tormented his dreams could be. As he placed his hand on the knob, he could hear his sister screaming. ~What in Doom?~ He thought, making his way to the direction of the screams.

**

The eleven-year old girl screamed as tears streamed down her face. Her bloodied hands were wrapped around her tiny body tightly as she rocked back and forth on her bended knees. She had come to her parents’ room for her goodnight kiss but never got it. Instead, she watched in shock as an eight-foot tall man murdered her parents brutally.

The man had long cinnabar hair that had snakes intermingled in the strands. His giant body was covered in green body armor and he carried a blood red sword. She watched until he was finished, her eyes growing wide as he disappeared in a puff of smoke. She ran into the room and hoped her parents had somehow lived, shaking them to wake them up.

She wailed again, her grip on herself getting tighter. She gasped as a hand grabbed her shoulder. She looked up and her yellow eyes grew wide, “ Mehrunes! It was horrible! “

Her brother scanned the room, his eyes also wide. “ Namira. What happened here? “

“ This huge man killed mama and papa! “ Namira grabbed onto Mehrunes’ waist and sobbed into his robe, her bloodstained hands grasping the cloth that covered his back.

“ Who was he? Did you know him? “ Mehrunes’ tried to pull his sister off of him. He did not want any blood on his new robe.

“ I didn’t. He was huge! “ Namira began to sob, her words becoming unintelligible through the tears.

Mehrunes sighed, the true goal of the night forgotten. As he looked at the scene before him again, reality came crushing down upon him. With the death of his parents, he and Namira were now orphans.

**