Fangs of Lust (Completed)

Chapter V

"She couldn't have gotten far; she was deeply injured when she es-"

"Silence!"

Eleanor trembled with the booming voice that sunk down to her bones like needles. Jacob put his hand on his forehead and sighed in frustration. If he knew her sister in the slightest bit, she was probably on a killing spree right now, her body working like a crazed beast trying to heal its injuries. 

He had always thought that she was the monstrous one, especially after she had started following their mother's way. He doubted that Jean even cared about the torture that was inflicted on her, but he knew she would be coming back for revenge stronger than ever. He had one shot at this, and he had to find her before it was too late. 

He reached his wrist out to Eleanor.

"Drink up."

Eleanor did as told and her teeth gently sunk into the cold flesh. She felt her body starting to heal up with the blood. Jacob and Jean's bloodline had the ability to heal oneself faster than an eye could witness. The muscles in her neck tensed and burned, the fast regeneration causing them to cramp. The extreme healing ability of the blood usually made it painful for anyone who wasn't of a higher generation. 

She let go of his wrist after healing up enough and licked her lips, trying not to waste even a single drop of blood. The other guards were far too gone so they hadn't bothered saving them, they had failed at their objective.

"You have one week, bring her back to me dead or alive."

Eleanor knew this was her last chance to redeem herself useful and stay alive, she was already lucky that her her head wasn't rolling on the ground.

"Yes, sir."

With that she scurried out of the room. Once out she leaned onto the wall to hold her cramping neck. It was painful but she would live through it. She took help from the wall to keep her balance and started walking through the corridors, she didn't have any time to waste. She finally found the girl she was looking for at the entrance of the lobby chatting with another guard and called out.

"Lillian! Help me get to the meeting room and gather the guards."

The dark-skinned girl looked back with surprise, but her eyes glinted when she saw Eleanor. It was relieving to see her still alive. She quickly ran to her side and helped her walk.

"What happened?"

Eleanor let out a painful sigh,

"I have a week to find Jean, or I'm as good as dead."

The smiling expression faded from Lillian's face, a serious and displeased one replacing it.

"He should have killed the damn girl years ago; everyone knew keeping her alive was a bad idea. Now he's pinning this on you?"

"Quiet... You know the walls have ears. I don't want something to happen to you as well because of it."

Lillian glanced away unhappily, but spoke in a sympathetic tone,

"I'm glad you are alive, El."

"I told you to not call me that."

"Like I'm gonna listen."

Eleanor laughed at that but her breath got caught in her throat and turned into a painful cough,

"Yeah, you have always been like that."

They finally reached the meeting room and Eleanor leaned on the door frame,

"I'm fine, go get the others."

Lillian gave her one last concerned look before taking off into the corridor to do as told. Eleanor walked inside the giant room and her eyes scanned around, she was trying to keep a calm composure and not think about her probable death sentence oncoming in a week. That is, if she couldn't find Jean.

She collapsed onto a nearby chair and stared at the ceiling. Lillian had proposed to escape and live together several times, and she would have taken the offer. There was only one problem; Vampires were connected to their masters with invisible bonds. Jacob was her master and that meant she had invisible bonds to him for as long as he was alive. Although his death would also leave Eleanor, and anyone he had embraced in deep injuries or could even kill them according to how strong the bond was. It was an eternal slavery which she had to go through with.

She got out of her daydreaming when the other vampires started entering the room. She quickly collected her composure and put on her strict face; she had become pretty good at putting on masks. She sat up from her chair and cleared her throat to silence the room. This was going to be a long night.

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Jean was licking the last traces of blood that was left on her fingers. She leaned on the wall and looked at the carnage that she had created, she had somehow managed to keep her clothes clean, but she still had a good amount of blood left on her arms and face. She leaned down and searched the pockets of the nearest guy for some money, he wouldn't be needing it now. She took the black leather wallet out and looked through it to find some money tucked away inside, that would do. 

She wiped the blood on her face and arms with the shirt of the guy, she was going to get some food on the way back for Emma and her being covered in blood would take just a little too much attention. She wiped it off as best as she could and threw the shirt back on the ground, it was time to dispose of the bodies. With her strength and speed, it didn't take long to carry them all, three thugs in total, to the closest forest area. Three men killed by an attack from wolves, what a lovely headline. 

The asphalt still had blood on it but she didn't think anyone was clever enough to connect the dots. Downtown was a dangerous place after all, she snickered at the thought and knew it was probably signs of a not very good mental health. She never claimed she was sane anyway.

She stopped at a nearby restaurant that didn't seem to have many customers on the way and bought some food. She took the few backstreets that she had come from and saw her bike still standing at the side of the road, well, it was her bike now. She placed the bag in her hands at the back of the bike and jumped on it. The way to her haven passed in a breeze.

As soon as she arrived at the familiar entrance of the house she got inside and dropped the bag on the counter, then threw her clothes off. She walked up the stairs and got in the bathroom, she wanted to scrub off the blood on her skin before it dried. Cold water fell down onto her body and she started scrubbing at the blood, it didn't take long this time. She was proud of how clean she had been tonight; it was a sick thing to be proud of, but she didn't care. 

She got out of the shower after she was done and drops of water fell down from her body and hair, they would dry sooner or later so she didn't care. When she opened the door, her eyes lingered on the bedroom door that stood right next to the bathroom. Something inside her felt weird, a new emotion that she never thought she had and couldn't understand what it was. What she knew was it gave her a sickly-sweet feeling.

It soothed her, the existence of the girl alone, she stared at the door for a while before slowly opening it and getting inside. She was still asleep under the sheets and her chest rose up and down silently, her face looked peaceful, the peace of not being awake anymore, like a temporary death. Jean borrowed a new pair of clothes and got out of the room, she was borrowing a lot of stuff lately. She walked down the stairs and dropped herself on a couch, the soft cushions felt nice against her skin. She stared at the clock again, hearing every silent tick that it made as seconds passed. It was time to wait for her to wake up. She let her eyes close and her body rest as she waited, it's been a long time since she was in comfort again.