My life has been a relentless cycle of pain and fear. Childhood memories are supposed to be filled with laughter and love, but for me, they were overshadowed by a constant sense of dread. The man who I once thought of as my father, consumed by his own demons, saw himself as a hunter of monsters, unaware that he was the true monster lurking in our midst. And while my mother wasn't as cruel as him, her stern demeanor only added to the oppressive atmosphere of our home.
A part of me empathizes with her, saddened by the realization that it was likely that awful man who robbed her of every ounce of happiness. He had a knack for it, whether it be through his harsh words or his rough hands. Yet, there's another part of me that harbors resentment towards her. Instead of granting me the opportunity to grow up in a family free from violence, perhaps with my biological father, she chose to keep me there, right by her side.
There were no joyful moments, no tender embraces- just the suffocating weight of uncertainty and the ever-present threat of violence. In a world where innocence should have thrived, I was forced to navigate the darkness alone, longing for a glimmer of light to guide me through the shadows.
My sister tried her best, but she saw in me what I've always known to be true- I'm weak. I wasn't worth being saved, not if I couldn't even make an effort for myself. From as far back as I can remember, I've felt different. I wasn't like my parents, and I certainly wasn't like my sister. While she exuded strength and confidence, even if it was fake at times, I found myself overwhelmed by my own sensitivity. I cried at the slightest provocation, cowering in fear at the smallest things. I wasn't physically strong, and I lacked the courage to stand up for myself.
I let the other kids in town pick on me, never daring to fight back. It wasn't that I couldn't defend myself; I simply lacked the will to do so. I allowed things to happen to me, resigning myself to a life of passivity. As I find myself in the same position now, unable to break free from the chains that bind me, I can't help but wonder if this is simply who I am destined to be- a perpetual victim of circumstance.
Avalyn lies directly beside me on a table, her own pushed right up against mine. We're both bound tightly by restraints, except for one of her wrists, which is free and being forced into my mouth.
Tears stream down my face as I struggle to do anything but weakly attempt to clamp my mouth shut, trying to stop the doctor. However, with the amount of drugs coursing through my veins, I lack the strength to do much more. It's a pathetic sight- I feel utterly pathetic.
"Come on, B-2. Neither of us has time for your emotional outburst. Just open your mouth," Dr. Gavens practically bites out, his wrinkled face etching into a deep scowl.
Avalyn's eyes are barely open, heavy with the effects of the drugs coursing through her system. I can tell she's not used to them, the way they weigh her down, dragging her into a drowsy haze. As for me, I've grown somewhat accustomed to their numbing embrace, able to resist their sedative pull to some extent, though I never feel the need to. But in moments like these, I question whether my tolerance is a blessing or a curse.
I watch as Avalyn struggles to keep her eyes open, her face contorted in discomfort. A part of me envies her ability to surrender to sleep, to find solace in its embrace. After all, there's only so much reality one can bear before the need for escape becomes overwhelming. And as I sit here, grappling with the harshness of our circumstances, I can't help but wish to fall into a sleep-induced state as well.
Through the haze of drugs clouding my mind, one thought persists- the possibility of what they might make me do to Avalyn. I know what happens when I'm forced to bite someone, and though they're usually human, it's still at the forefront of my mind. I'm all too familiar after nearly two centuries spent being sold in auctions, used for the pleasure-inducing effects of my bite, and then subjected to whatever else the client desires next. Most of the time it's my hands or mouth, but when it's a man, I don't get that luxury.
The memories of countless encounters blur together in my mind- a never-ending cycle of exploitation and degradation. I've lost count of the times I've been used like a mere object, my body at the mercy of those who see me as nothing more than a means to their own twisted ends. And now, faced with the possibility of harming Avalyn, I can't help but feel a surge of guilt and revulsion. She deserves better than this, better than to be subjected to the same horrors that have haunted me for so long. She's not like me- she shouldn't be here. But in this place, where powerlessness reigns supreme, there's little I can do to protect her from the same fate that awaits us both.
I'm weak- so utterly weak.
"Please," I rush out, desperation lacing my voice as I frantically twist my head, trying to evade whatever Dr. Gavens has planned.
I hear the sound of Avalyn's arm being dropped, falling limp on the table beside me. Before I can react further, a sharp backhand across my face jolts me into silence. The sting of the blow sends shockwaves through me, igniting a fiery pain that lingers long after the physical sensation fades. A hit is better than his usual methods of inflicting pain though, so I almost find myself welcoming it, grateful even for his act of mercy. It doesn't last long though.
"If you want to be difficult, then we'll have to do this the tough way," Dr. Gavens grits out, his voice dripping with malice as he stomps off somewhere in the room. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
When he returns, his hands clutch an instrument that I can't quite make out, though the glint of silver tells me it isn't anything good. I clench my mouth shut, summoning every ounce of willpower to keep it that way. But as soon as the sharpness of a blade meets my cheek, I know there's nothing more I can do.
The searing pain radiates through me, a sharp reminder of my powerlessness in the face of Dr. Gavens' cruelty. I grit my teeth against the agony, trying to push past the overwhelming urge to scream out in pain. But as the blade continues its relentless path, carving a path of destruction across my skin, I can't help but feel a sense of defeat wash over me.
He cuts away, the sounds more agonizing than anything I've ever experienced. It's deafening- the sickening sound of skin and muscle being sliced open with alarming ease. A blood-curdling scream tears from my throat as soon as my mouth drops open involuntarily. The pain is excruciating, unbearable, as he continues to carve a path up to my ears. It feels as if the lower half of my face has been detached from the rest, the bottom left hanging there.
I can't do anything as her limp wrist is placed into my carved-up mouth. With a firm grip, Dr. Gavens positions one hand at my head and cups another beneath my chin. Then, with a sudden, brutal motion, he snaps my jaw shut, enclosing Avalyn's wrist within the confines of my mouth.
My eyes nearly bulge out of my head, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. Choked sobs escape my throat as I feel the warm, metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. Despite my desperate attempts to resist, my teeth sink into her skin, tearing through flesh and sinew with a sickening crunch.
I feel Avalyn shift beside me, her wrist tensing in my jaw. Despite the horrors unfolding, a primal instinct takes hold of me, driving me to yield. My muscles relax, and my mind drifts into autopilot as the taste of blood floods my senses, mingling with my own.
Blood drips from my mouth, staining the metal table beneath us with a macabre tableau of despair. Instead of fighting against it, I succumb, just as I always do, allowing the primitive urge to consume me. With each swallow, the sweet taste of blood soothes the raw edges of my anguish, offering a brief respite from the torment.
I barely make out Dr. Gavens's disapproving tut before he yanks Avalyn's wrist away. Her yelp pierces through the haze, pulling me back to the hideous reality of our situation. A chunk of her wrist nearly comes away with the force of his pull, a sickening sight that churns my stomach. But despite the violence of the act, I find myself instinctively following, driven by an insatiable thirst for the blood that flows through her veins.
Throughout all my years, I've never taken pleasure in drinking from others. While I've experienced the euphoria that accompanies the bite, driven by my natural instincts, I've never felt the urge to indulge again. Knowing the consequences that follow, I've never looked forward to the taste of blood.
But at this moment, everything changes. As the taste of Avalyn's blood lingers on my lips, I find myself consumed by an overwhelming desire to sink my teeth back into her flesh. It's a sensation unlike anything I've ever experienced- a primal craving that eclipses all rational thought.
"Interesting," the old man whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of my frantic struggles.
I hear him moving about the room, his footsteps echoing my own frantic movements. Before I can comprehend what's happening, he's looming over me, a needle glinting menacingly in his hand. With a swift motion, he plunges it into my arm, injecting me with another dose of the potent drugs.
As the numbing effects take hold once more, I realize with a sinking feeling how much the previous dose had worn off. I hadn't realized how much I'd been affected by her blood until now. Grinding my jaw, I feel the healed muscle and flesh return to its proper state.
The old man breathes a sigh of relief, his tense features softening slightly as he observes my now-docile form. "No need," he says, waving a hand in dismissal toward what I assume to be the guard.
My head falls to the side, my eyes fluttering in place as I struggle against the pull of sleep. It's only when I catch a glimpse of dark irises that I realize Avalyn is now fully conscious. Her eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of fear and sorrow, tears threatening to escape. Guilt immediately washes over me like a tidal wave, threatening to consume me whole. I see the pain etched into her features.
Did I hurt her? Was that me?
"I'm sorry," I mouth to her, finding that no sound comes out.
I go to say more, but when another needle is shoved into my arm, I freeze, pinching my eyes shut against the prickling sensation. I wince, turning my head slowly as I watch the blood being drawn. He carefully collects my blood, dripping a few drops onto a dish beneath a microscope. I watch in silence as he examines the sample, his expression growing increasingly grave with each passing moment. After a tense minute, he lets out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Getting to his feet, he walks over to the table, grabbing a recording device with a sense of resignation.
"There seems to be no significant alteration in his blood composition," the old man remarks in a clinical tone, his voice devoid of emotion. "Patient A-3's blood has expedited the healing process of his wounds but has not induced any discernible changes in his own physiology. However, there appears to be a notable craving, likely stemming from the presence of human DNA. While there's enough DNA to speed up the healing process, it's insufficient to induce any significant alterations. Cure unsuccessful." With a detached air, he tosses the recording device back onto the table, the sound echoing in the sterile room.
He grabs another syringe, its contents appearing darker in color than the previous one. With measured steps, he makes his way over to Avalyn. As he attempts to hold her arms still, she begins to thrash against his grip. I watch, a sense of helplessness washing over me, as he injects her with the unknown substance.
Her eyes squeeze shut, her complexion instantly paling as the contents of the syringe make their way into her bloodstream. "We'll let that sit for a moment before we try again," he tells her with a pat on the shoulder.
"Try... try what?" she asks, her voice coming out weak and trembling with fear.
He ignores her question, his attention fully absorbed by the task at hand. With methodical precision, he sets a timer on his watch before waddling off to the other side of the room. His hand finds a pen, and he begins to document whatever strange experiment he's conducting on us.
"Cure?" I echo his previous words, my voice tinged with confusion and apprehension. "What cure?"
His words leave me puzzled. Avalyn had mentioned possessing human genes, and it had baffled me at the time, but I wasn't compelled to question it further. Now, Dr. Gavens is referencing them again, along with the mention of a cure. As I lie there, bound and helpless, my mind races with possibilities. What does he mean by a cure? And how do Avalyn's human genes factor into it?
Avalyn's body grows tense beside me, and I almost mistake it for a reaction to the injection until she starts speaking. "No, no, no. Stop it!" she growls, her voice strained with desperation as she fights against her restraints.
But Dr. Gavens remains unmoved by her outburst. "That's enough time. Let's try again," he declares, his tone devoid of empathy as he disregards her pleas.
Her free hand reaches out for him, a desperate plea for mercy, but he swiftly catches it, overpowering her in her drug-induced state. I watch in horror as he pushes yet another needle into her arm, administering more drugs. Avalyn's movements grow sluggish, her breathing ragged as the sedatives take hold.
"Don't fight it. This is what you were made to do, Ms. Adair," he says, addressing her by her last name. His words leave me confused, unsure of what he means by them. "You're going to save a lot of people if we can figure this out. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Save people?
"Fuck. You," she breathes out, her voice barely audible due to the drugs.
Before I can react, my jaw is once again forced open, but this time there's no cutting involved. He pushes Avalyn's wrist back into my mouth, and I fight against the overwhelming temptation to bite down. The urge to taste her blood again is almost overpowering, but I force myself to resist. I can't bring myself to hurt her, no matter how strong the craving may be.
"Drink, B-2. We don't have all day," he deadpans, fed up with my unusual resistance.
I've never felt the urge to fight back. I've always opted to ignore the pleading eyes of any vampire, understanding that I was just as helpless as they were. I yielded to everyone, allowing them to do as they pleased. I grew compliant, understanding of the notion that I'd never escape this place.
But now, everything has changed. From the moment I laid eyes on Avalyn, I was completely entranced. I've never seen someone so beautiful, so captivating. While it's true that I've never had the chance to interact closely with many vampires, only glimpsing them from afar, I've never felt the need to grow close to anyone before.
For years, I've had Jeannette by my side. She was here when I arrived, and she's been like a mother figure to me ever since. In this bleak existence, she's been my only constant, my only source of comfort. I've grown accustomed to this life, never allowing myself to dream of something more.
But all of that changed the moment I saw Avalyn. In her, I found something I never knew I was missing- a sense of connection, of longing, that I've never felt before. And now, as I watch her suffer at the hands of Dr. Gavens, I realize that I would do anything to protect her, to ensure her safety and well-being. She's become more than just a stranger to me- she's become a beacon of hope, a symbol of everything I've ever yearned for.
I can never tear my eyes away from her. I've etched every curve of her face into my memory- her delicate features, the way her eyes light up when she smiles, the sound of her voice that resonates in my mind long after she speaks.
I remember the first night she arrived, how I watched her sleep, counting each freckle on her skin as if committing them to memory. I counted up to twenty-three before she stirred, and I realized I had been staring for too long. She seemed startled by my closeness, and I could sense her discomfort. She's called me out on my staring a few times since then, but I can't seem to help myself.
There's something about her that draws me in, that makes my non-beating heart ache with a longing I've never known before. In her presence, I feel alive in a way I haven't felt in centuries. And even though I know it's futile, I can't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for us to find happiness amidst the darkness that surrounds us.
Sometimes, in the quiet moments of my mind, I find solace in imagining different scenarios. I'll pretend that we're just normal people, living ordinary lives in a world far removed from this place of darkness and despair. In my imagination, we meet in a much nicer setting- perhaps in town, reaching for the same book in a quaint little shop.
In these daydreams, Avalyn is more than just a fellow captive- she's my lover, my partner, someone I get to care for and cherish every single day. I imagine us escaping from this place, leaving the horrors of our past behind us, and embarking on a journey to explore the world together.
I know it's all just a fantasy, a creation of my desperate imagination. Avalyn would never consider being with someone like me. People like me aren't meant to be in the presence of people like her. I feel undeserving, and I can sense she knows it too by the way she looks at me. But in those fleeting moments, when I allow myself to indulge in these fantasies, I find a glimmer of hope, a spark of happiness amidst the darkness.
And yet, as unrealistic as these scenarios may be, I find that reality often surpasses even the most elaborate dreams. Because when Avalyn speaks, when she laughs, when she simply exists in my presence, I realize that she's better than any dream I could ever conjure up. She's more beautiful, more vibrant, more alive than anything I could ever imagine.
I want to touch her, feel her- fuck her. I yearn to experience Avalyn in ways I've only been forced to endure with others. I crave the sensation of her hands on me, igniting sparks of electricity that pulse through my veins, infusing me with a newfound vitality. The simple act of holding her hands sent shivers down my spine as if breathing life back into my very being.
I can't help but imagine how her touch would feel in other places, how her fingers would trail over my skin with an intensity that leaves me breathless. And when I gaze into her eyes, I find myself longing for her attention as much as she captivates mine. But now, a new desire consumes me- a primal urge that threatens to overwhelm my senses. I want to bite. I want to taste. But I can't- not again.
Please, not again.
I can't bear the thought of subjecting Avalyn to the same horrors that I've endured. I refuse to take away her agency, to rob her of the freedom to choose for herself. I've experienced firsthand the trauma that comes with having your autonomy stripped away, and the soul-crushing numbness that follows in its wake. I can't, and I won't inflict that kind of suffering on her. No matter how intense my desires may be, I will never allow myself to cross that line.
I thrash in place, my movements fueled by a desperation I've never felt before. The drugs course through my veins, clouding my senses and dulling my reflexes, but I fight against their numbing effects with a ferocity that surprises even me. When I see Dr. Gavens reach for the blade once again, I lash out with newfound strength, kicking and twisting in a desperate attempt to break free.
But it's Avalyn's voice that cuts through the chaos, her words a soothing balm to my frantic mind. "It's okay, Aren," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the din of the room. "Just bite."
I shake my head, my fangs itching to sink into her flesh, but I remain rooted in place, held back by an internal struggle. "Aren," she says, her voice firmer this time, cutting through the haze of my mind. "I'm telling you it's okay. I'm giving you my consent. This isn't forced."
Her words tighten like a vice around my chest, a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions coursing through me, leaving me reeling in their wake. For as long as I can remember, my life has been a series of forced actions, a never-ending cycle of coercion and manipulation. I've never known what it means to have a choice, to have agency over my own body and actions. And yet, here stands Avalyn, offering me something I've never dared to dream of- a choice. A chance to reclaim a sliver of autonomy in a life that has been defined by captivity and control.
Despite my lingering reluctance to give in to the primal urges that pulse through me, I find solace in the illusion that Avalyn has created- that this moment is not forced, but rather a choice that I have made of my own accord.
In truth, I know that the reality of our situation is far from ideal. Dr. Gavens looms over us, a constant reminder of the power he wields and the threats he poses. I am all too aware that if I were to refuse, if I were to defy his commands, he would not hesitate to inflict further harm upon me, to strip away whatever semblance of control I may have. But in this fleeting moment, as Avalyn's words echo in my ears, I allow myself to believe in the possibility of something different. I cling to the notion that her consent, freely given, somehow transforms this act of desperation into one of mutual understanding and trust.
As my fangs sink into her flesh once again, a rush of warmth floods my senses, the metallic tang of her blood flooding my mouth. I groan softly at the taste, unable to help myself. But this time, the experience is different- gentler, more controlled. With my jaw no longer forced shut, I am able to modulate the pressure, to temper the intensity of my bite. I can make it feel better. I've never wanted to make anyone feel good with my bite, but there is a part of me- a twisted, sickening part- that hopes she's throbbing at the sensation.
I greedily drink my fill, savoring every drop of her blood as it flows into my mouth. At this moment, she is mine, her life force sustaining me in ways that I cannot comprehend. And though a part of me recoils at the realization of what I have become, another part revels in the power that courses through my veins.
But as her wrist is once again pulled away, more drugs are pumped back into me. Dr. Gaven looms over us, a silent observer of our plight, his presence a constant reminder of the control he exerts over our lives. Though I lack fight, something dark inside of me wants to rip his throat out for interrupting this moment between us.
As the drugs course through my veins, clouding my thoughts and numbing my senses, I find myself sinking deeper into a state of blissful oblivion. Despite the horrors that surround us, there is a strange sense of euphoria that washes over me. Turning my head, I am met with a sight that both intrigues and disturbs me. Her eyes are dilated, her pupils blown wide with the intoxicating rush of adrenaline and arousal. I can feel the tension crackling between us. She feels good too- I made her feel good. The thought has my cock springing to life instinctively- betraying my desires, something that rarely ever happens anymore.
The clients like to make it a game to see who can get me up. They see me as nothing more than a plaything, a toy to be used and discarded at their whim. But despite their best efforts to break me, I refuse to succumb to their depravity. In their twisted game of power and control, they revel in the challenge of trying to elicit a response from me. It never works, which usually results in having to get them off, rather than me, and I prefer it that way. They can take my choice, but they will never get the satisfaction of making me feel anything other than disgust.
I feel disgusted now- not at the clients who seek to degrade me- but at myself. I want to tear through these restraints, crawl on top of her, and take her until she's nothing but a trembling mess. I want to feel her skin against mine, to taste the sweetness of her lips as we become one. I want her teeth to sink into my throat as I sink into her cunt, feeling her pulse around me as she sucks both greedily at my blood and my cock.
Dr. Gaven's gravelly voice slices through the haze of my thoughts, pulling me back from the depths of my forbidden fantasies. His words are like a cold splash of water, and I internally chastise myself.
"No progress," Dr. Gaven's voice echoes in the stark room as he records the latest results. "The inclusion of human DNA appears to enhance strength and healing capabilities, but nothing significant enough to be of concern. More importantly, the cure remains elusive." His tone carries a note of frustration, tinged with the resignation of countless failed attempts.
"We'll resume trials with different subjects tomorrow," he declares.
With a heavy sigh, Dr. Gaven shifts his attention back to Avalyn's side, his movements measured and deliberate. The tension in the room is palpable as he speaks, his words carrying a sense of urgency. "There's one more test I'd like to conduct before concluding today's experiments," he announces, his voice tinged with a hint of anticipation. "While A-3's blood has shown potential in aiding a vampire, I'm curious to see if B-2's blood can produce similar effects."
Fuck, yes.
I hate that I'm enjoying this. I hate myself. But there's nothing that sounds better than her being able to return the favor, to let her sink her teeth into me. "You can bite me, Av," I nearly pant out, my voice strained as I attempt to conceal the raw desire that threatens to consume me.
I watch as Avalyn's head bobs in a daze, her glazed eyes betraying the effects of the drugs coursing through her veins. Whether it's the lingering aftermath of my bite or the potent concoction of drugs, her state of semi-consciousness renders her unable to fully grasp the gravity of the situation.
As Dr. Gaven releases one of my arms from its restraint, I feel a surge of anticipation mingled with apprehension. With a resigned sigh, I allow him to guide my wrist toward Avalyn's waiting mouth. She opens for me like the good girl she is, immediately biting down. I don't try to hide the groan that pushes past my lips, my hips thrusting up, searching for any friction I can get against my erection.
A surge of indescribable sensations courses through my body like wildfire, igniting every nerve ending with an intensity I've never known. I've never been bitten by another vampire- always being the one do to the biting. It's heaven, to put it simply.
My entire body heats up, a strange tingly feeling coursing its way straight to my cock. I feel so sensitive, instinctively rubbing against my sweats. I imagine it's her hand, or even better, her mouth around me. And then I'm painting the inside of my sweats, whimpering uncontrollably.
As my wrist is reluctantly pulled away from Avalyn's mouth, the lingering echoes of ecstasy continue to reverberate through my veins, leaving me trembling and breathless in their wake. I lay there, spent and vulnerable, my body awash with a heady concoction of pleasure and exhaustion.
Fuck, I haven't done that in years.
As my eyes flutter open and lock onto Avalyn's, a rush of embarrassment floods over me. Heat surges to my cheeks, painting them crimson with a blush. Yet, to my astonishment, Avalyn's gaze remains unfocused, her attention seemingly fixated elsewhere. Her eyes barely flicker open, heavy-lidded and glazed with the remnants of our shared ecstasy. I watch in a mix of awe and fascination as her tongue darts out to trace the contours of her lips, chasing any remnants of blood- my blood.
It has my cock jumping back to life, wasting no time in needing another release. She wants to taste me. She wants more. As I lean closer, drawn irresistibly towards her, our foreheads meet in a silent exchange of vulnerability. I inhale deeply, imprinting the essence of her onto my senses. Our noses graze in a tender caress, igniting a fire within my soul. The urge to press my lips against hers, to taste her, overwhelms me. I want, more than anything, to crash my lips into hers, but before I can, I'm being yanked up.
I hadn't even realized my restraints were removed until I was hoisted over the shoulder of one of the guards. Dr. Gaven's voice echoes in the room once more before I'm plunged into the darkness of the basement. "Interesting. Results are... unclear."
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