Sacrifice (#1 Twin's Service series) UNEDITED

Chapter 23

A few people gave me the stink eye as I left my place in the line and walked straight through the front door to enter the club.

Much like the Dungeon, when I walked through the door I could smell the pain and lust in the air. I sorted through the magic and inhaled the pain into my lungs as I was led to a VIP room.

Looks like Dimitri had planned on me coming to one of his clubs tonight. Bastard. Or maybe I was an idiot. I'd listened to his explanation about needing to keep myself fed and unintentionally agreed to his advice by showing up here.

To late for regrets now.

As I entered the VIP room I was nearly floored by what I saw. Sure, it was decorated with rather expensive items but the items themselves were what shocked me. Who the hell bought torture devices made in these kinds of rare minerals? Dimitri, you damn wastrel!

Isn't that Orc Tear gems? How can he get so much Orc tears to produce an entire bed of needles?! In the center of the room laid a bed with needles glistening and translucent. Orc Tears didn't sound like something expensive but.. Orcs aren't known to cry at all. In order to have an Orc cry.. I didn't want to think about it. It was an interesting torture material though. 

If someone is stabbed or even touches an Orc's Tears there blood is pulled out before being returned. Doesn't sound so bad, right? Imagine though that during the entire process you're kept alive, clear headed, and the blood also included your life essence. Having your life essence extracted was tantamount to having your soul shredded and then mended back together. 

I swallowed my saliva. Can't imagine anyone being willing to lay down on that block of hell just for shits and giggles. The other instruments weren't as rare as that single bed but they were equally outrageous. Kitsune's tail whip, Dwarve's Forged Silver Manacles, an assortment of poisons and antidotes, and on one wall were an assortment of weapons. There was even a damn electric paddle fully charged and ready for use in case someone's heart stopped beating.. What the fuck, Dimitri?

There were a shit ton of other items but my brain refused to process what I was looking at. Not long after my statue act, a waitress of sorts brought about a dozen men and women. Each of them was exuding excitement and jitters. If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought they were withdrawing and needed their fix but from smell I can taste they're clean. 

Interesting. Some even had a glazed look as they entered the room and saw the instruments. 

"These people are the ones with the more perverted and twisted thoughts. You can hurt them as much as you want, says Master," the waitress announced before turning and leaving. 

It felt like she just brought a group of Elementary School students on a field trip and left them with a guide. I'd have stood there stupid for a while if it wasn't for the fact that one of the people was leaking pain that I quickly gobbled up. 

With that feeding it was almost as if something broke inside of me. It felt like what happened this morning had only applied a band-aid over a hole in a ship and now it was ripped off, leaving my ship to sink. 

Everything was black. I could hear screaming, something warm hit my face and dripped into my mouth. Why are my hands sticky. Ah, this tastes good. My hands grip something in my muddled state and I bring it to my mouth before sinking my teeth into it. Mm, tastes really good. 

Something spicy in the air was attracted through my nostrils and open mouth. Adding it on top of whatever is in my hand was like adding spices to chicken. I'm not sure how long this lasted before I'd fallen unconscious. 

(Third Person)

A/N: This is the first time I'm doing third person for this novel and it's the only way for me to actually explain this part. Sorry if it sounds choppy or weird in advance. 

Dimitri stood at the doorway to the VIP room looking in on what was going on inside. The entire place reeked of fear, death, carnage, chaos, and just plain travesty. A dozen men and women had been dismembered and some even half eaten. Power flooded the room, exuding from Sloane's seductive body. 

He wasn't disturbed by the sight but knew that if Sloane were to awaken and see this, she'd quite possibly refuse to visit him ever again. A sigh escaped his lips before he walked towards her huddled form that was still shoving pieces of a heart into her mouth she'd gotten from the woman at her feet. 

Magic gathered in his hand before touching her head. She immediately collapsed and the magic around her began to seethe in excitement. He'd thought if she were knocked out that the magic would relax but it was only getting worse. 

That's when he remembered something else he'd seen in the scroll. The stronger the magic user was, the more dangerous the Curse of the Blood would get. One of the strongest Blood user had to create seals for his body in order to control the magic. 

Dimitri didn't want to carve these seals into her skin but mulling it over, he knew she'd be more upset about slaughtering a bunch of innocent people and eating their body parts than getting a tattoo. 

Problem was, in order to cast this magic he needed the blood of every major community. Which meant: Vampires, Mage, Fae, Shapeshifter, Human. It was preferable that each category was supplemented by a strong user. For Vampire Dimitri could use his own, a Mage's blood he could use her Aunt's, a Shapeshifter was Cane, but the problem was with the Fae and the Human. Human's were naturally weak creatures. 
Thinking it over he finally decided to use Celise's blood.. as for the Fae.. the only one he knew in the city that was strong enough to seal Sloane would be Finn. 

Dimitri cursed his damn luck for having to go ask that Fae for blood. Fortunately he could push any repayment onto Sloane since it was her problem he was resolving. 

Since everyone else would be easy to gather, he made sure to stabilize Sloane in his office before quickly exiting to find Finn and demand blood. If he didn't hurry up and seal her powers, it was likely that the entire city would be devoured. This was magic that could kill even a God. 

A/N:This chapter was kind of weird for me. Was the information good enough? I was trying to give enough details but I didn't feel like it was time to explain about the seals yet. Next chapter I will since I believe Sloane will have to be at least coherent to agree to having her body mutilated with tattoos before Dimitri gets to work. Doubt anyone would be happy if they were woken to their flesh being carved lol.

P.S.: These are the pictures of the clothes I imagined Sloane in. 

Disclaimer: These images aren't mine and are merely a representation of the imaginings in my head. :)