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Chapter~~~
"Sweet, sweet Blood..." The murmur went through my mind like warm honey. Soothing and warm, yet something was off, something chilled my blood. A lethal tone. A dark promise.
But who the hell would threaten me?
I was just a nobody.
So who would--
Oh shit.
Damien.
My eyes flew open even as I heard the decisive click of something heavy. Something metal. I jerked up right fast only to be jerked back down by my right wrist.
"Shit-" a cold finger pressed against my lips to stop the flow of words and my eyes found my favorite Vampire buddy. Just a note, sarcasm should be banned.
"Shh, shh, shh." Fang face whispered, leaning over me until I could feel his breath fanning over my cheek, "Don't be afraid. I'm here to make it all better." knuckles grazed softly over face and I flinched back. Trying to tug my arm from where it was hoisted above my head I snarled and only received a loud jangle for my efforts. Chains. Damn. When had I forgotten about those?
"Get off of me! Are you trying to rape me in my sleep or something you bastard-"
He squeezed his knees together so pain flared through my hips and I gasped, arching up helplessly as red blurred through my vision making my eyes slam shut. His hand latched onto my chin. "Look at me." When I didn't comply he gripped my jaw until I cried out in pain and complied. Cold amber eyes heated up with a sadistic pleasure. "You don't have to be asleep for me to rape you," he dipped his head down to press his lips against my ear. I felt his free hand caressing my thigh and hissed, bucking slightly, but not doing any real damage. "I can rape you any time I want."
In a swift motion I brought my knee up as hard as I could. He gasped and I received a wave of pleasure that swept over me like a breeze of fresh air after weeks of none.
"And that's the answer you get," I snapped. "You sick son of a b-"
Pain lanced through my side and I let out a howling scream. My throat was hoarse, my stomach was cramping. Why the heck was I in this mess anyways? That thought was swept aside as he flexed his fingers and dug them further into my flesh. As I lay trapped in anguish he lifted his head up so I could see the fury in his eyes. The Fury. The Promise. And the Hunger.
"That's right. Scream baby," he whispered, as one of his fingers traced a hard line over my jugular, drawing blood. "scream like you've never screamed before for me so that I can feel your pain. Your ecstasy. Your frustration." his tongue licked up the side of my face. "Give me everything you are."
Through the veil of suffering I sucked in a gulp of air. "Screw. You." I bit out, even as my vision flickered and faded.
Damien's chuckle rumbled up his entire frame and transferred to mine. "Wrong way around slave. I-" he ground something against me. "-will be doing the screwing. But for now. I have some food for you." He smiled and the flash of cocky fang made my blood run cold. I didn't want any food that came served with a look like THAT. Without waiting for a reply I wasn't capable of giving he pushed off the mattress and rolled off the bed. The pain instantly abated to a quite throb allowing me to think and take in my surroundings. Which were anything but pleasant.
I groaned and sat up, feeling every muscle near the incisions he'd just kindly made spasm and twinge. He was heading over to a table laden with lots of yummy looking food...and some really scary 'equipment'. A shudder rippled over my shoulders and I scooted back against the iron head-board. It was the same bedroom as before, with the same scarlet everything, and the same horny vampire. There were several ways I'd rather be spending my day-or night- or whatever this was! The thing was that I. Did. Not. Want. To. Be. Here.
Simple. To the point.
My attention switched to the morbid things chaining me to a bed. They looked old. REALLY old. Like 'I-come-from-the-medieval-times-and-have-the-blood-stains-to-prove-it' old. I glared at it and rotated my hand to look for the lock. And surprise, surprise- there was none. Stupid bloodsuckers. I tugged my arm sharply so that it reached the end of the chain to tests its strength. Cold metal bit into my skin and I bit my lip to keep a hiss from escaping.
"Ha! I wouldn't try breaking out of those, a vampire couldn't do it, and there's no chance in hell you can." Damien informed me, sauntering towards me with a platter of fruit and whipped cream. "Can't have you running around- now can we?"
My lips curled. "So what are you going to do- keep me here for the next, hmm, month or two? Tied to a bed-" I yanked on the chain. "-like a freakin dog?" I could already taste my anger as it rose up to flash at him from the orbs of my eyes.
He gave me a grin as he set the tray down besides the bed. "Of course not Slave," he reached out to touch me and I pressed back further into the intricate knot of head board. The action didn't faze him. In fact, he seemed to like it. Gre-at, he's turned on by submission. Add that to the list of 'what-makes-Damien-Happy' and that meant no matter what I did he'd be lusting after me the whole while. Life is such a bitch. He leaned towards me and added in a husky whisper. "I'll keep you chained to my bed for YEARS."
The omission made me even more freaked out. I squirmed closer to the comfort of the head board.
"Ooh." he gave me an appreciative once over that made my skin crawl. "Red really is your color."
"Are you crazy, I'm not wearing-" I glanced down. "Holy shit!" I was wearing lingerie. As in, barely-covers-my-ass-in-front-of-said-pervert, lingerie. It was the red thing I'd glimpsed before and it was even more--
Wait. How had I gotten it on?
A sense of uncleanness settled over me. My eyes settled on Damien who was grinning and licking his lips from the end of the bed as though he was a lion looking at a tasty piece of gazelle to gobble. He. Him. My clothes had been removed by the lecherous leech.
To my surprise anger snapped to the forefront.
"You damn leech!" I snarled. "You changed my clothes."
He shrugged. "Hey, I warned you to stay awake, and besides; they were ripped and dirty, you should be thanking me."
That grated. I let out a roar of outrage and lunged forward, only to pull up short as the chain pulled straight. And damn it! I was only in the center of the damn bed. My free hand swiped out at him, fingers curled into claws. I wanted to hurt him. Make him feel pain. Nails tore through flesh andI reveled in the feel of warm liquid dripping from my fingers for a moment before screaming again in frustration.
He had leaned forward. Into the strike.
He'd wanted me to draw blood.
As I watched he closed his eyes and inhaled as though savoring the pain. His angelic like features smoothed out. The smile left his lips. He was... beautiful. And then all of a sudden it was gone. His eyes flipped open to expose live flames. But this time it was from desire and not anger that they burned. And it scared me all the more.
"Oh yeah," He breathed, looking directly into my eyes. "I can feel you."
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