A witch and a vampire (closed for your_vice)

Name: Quinn
Age: 319 years old
Description: Six feet tall and 210 lbs.. He has short black hair and a short beard and mustache. He wears a black shirt and pants, typically anyway. And he always wears a black leather jacket. He wears a Smith and Wesson revolver on his belt behind his back usually covered by his jacket. He wears a simple silver ring on his right finger. He enjoys classic literature with warm blood, playing cards, and billiards.

Lisa Rennard
Age: 127
Description: 5' 9” and she doen't disclose her weight though she is skinny. She has blond hair that goes just past her shoulders and though she doesn't have large breasts she has a nice ass. She dresses provocatively though practically. Though older than Richard she hasn't known Quinn as long. She hooked up with Quinn and Richard twenty years ago in Seattle. She and Richard are together, though they pay lip service to Quinn's preaching they do care for each other. Quinn accepts this, because they aren't very public or dramatic about their relationship.

Name: Richard Caskett
Age: 84
Description: 6' 2” and 250 lbs.. He is built strong and has short spiked brown hair. He met Quinn in the 60s and instantly recognized him as a force to be reckoned with and went with him. He has a nasty temper, but he'll always listen to Quinn no matter how angry he's gotten.

A young man stood before his grim leader looking at the ground as the man before him paced. “Joseph, I am disappointed in you. I know you are new to this, but I thought you understood how we do things. Let me tell you a story.” Quinn demanded that every vampire in what he considered his territory follow and obey him and they did so out of fear. His boots clacking on the warehouse floor were the only sound for a few moments before he began to speak again.

“San Francisco, 1872. I had been in the town for a little over two months and the people were in a panic. I had decided to become supernaturally famous and I would carve an arcane symbol I had picked out into the forehead of every man woman and child I drained dry.” As he spoke Quinn removed his coat and shirt and tossed them onto a table. Barely visible in the dim light was a scar that formed an eldritch pattern three inches across just below his left shoulder. “This symbol meant soul in a forgotten language. I knew the people of the town wouldn't understand, but I thought it was poetic. In total I left thirty-four marks like this one on drained corpses and caused a beautiful panic. Do you know what I got for that meager amount of fun and excitement derived from the chaos and terror? The watchers dubbed me the “Soul Killer” and started keeping tabs on me. This tattoo I made on myself now identifies me. I could've almost died in a manhunt for the “witch hunter” and ever since it has been that much harder to have fun and food without someone hunting me seeking glory or some other illusion.”

Facing away from the shivering young vampire Quinn let out a sigh. “Illusions like glory, vengeance, and worst of all love drove me for far too long. Glory is the inflated ego of someone who gain power. Vengeance is loosing the power anger can give on yourself. Love is only devotion and you need not invest yourself in someone else for them to invest all of themselves in you.”

The young man's voice rose up defiantly for the first time, “Then why do you not have a devoted whore even if you will not take a lover?” Five shots rang out and echoed against the warehouse walls. The youth lay on the floor with three bullets in his skull, one in his chest, and one in his crotch.

“When you heal either leave or learn. And if you truly love those girls,” his words hung in the air for a moment, “stake yourself before I find you.” Quinn clothed himself once again and turned to the two other vampires that had stood silently while he had made his point. “Lisa, Richard, let's go out while the night is still young.” As an after thought Quinn asked, “Why was he dangling those girls along with the promise of eternal love before killing them anyway?”

“There's these great books called Twilight I got off this goth girl I drank and ...” Lisa staggered to the floor after another shot rang out. “Fuck, Quinn!”

“I hate to reload without an empty gun,” he told her smiling, “Besides there hasn't been a good author in decades.”

“Shit Quinn, not all of us speak something other than English.”

“Its just Quinn being Quinn, baby, don't take it so personally,” Richard told her and then he grabbed her and pressed his face to her wound just above her breasts. She screached and beat at him until he rose back up spitting the bullet that had gotten caught in on a rib onto the ground. He licked his lips and smacked her ass as she stormed ahead of them. “Don't be mad baby, I was just having some fun.”

The three walked out leaving a still recovering Joe on the floor and went out into the night to find something fun to eat.

Name: Morgana
Age: 19
Appearance: As pictured. Petite at 5ft tall, 32B and 90lb.
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Morgan had originally been named Morgana by her grandmother, a woman she barely remembered. Her mother had told her of Grandma Lydia's degenerative senility and how she had been a Wiccan who believed herself capable of spellcasting. The old woman had died when Morgan was only eight and the bequest to Morgan had been jealously guarded by a probate lawyer until her eighteenth birthday. Once she was of age, Morgan was presented with a heavy oak chest that contained books on Wicca & spellcasting, candles of different colours and scents, runestones, hundreds of little jars, bottles and vials claiming to contain the oddest 'ingredients,' beautiful gothic dresses and clothes, handmade charms and talismans... everything a budding witch might require. In the old woman's spidery handwriting, Lydia had claimed that everything she had spoken about was true and that Morgan's mother had simply had no gift.

Over the summer after she graduated from high-school, Morgan had paid the chest little attention, caught up as she was with enjoying her summer, earning some money and preparing for college. Something made her take the chest with her, though she thought it to be no more than sentimentality at the time. Morgan also enrolled at college as Morgana, embracing her true name for the first time. She settled in her dorm room, which she shared with Chloe, her oldest and best friend. There proved to be little opportunity to try out her grandmother's things however and Morgana was shy about anyone seeing them. One night that Chloe wasn't around however, Morgana decided to take a proper look. The Wicca Handbook said she first had to open her inner energy and try to fuse will and word, this was the test that would reveal whether she had the gift.

She selected a white candle, signifying purification or consecration and lit it, breathing deeply and focusing on the flame. It was night, the room was in darkness and a new moon winked at the open window, perfect conditions. Morgana closed her eyes and tried to push away her self-conscious thoughts, striving for a meditative state. It wasn't something she had ever tried before and the slim candle was half burned down by the time Morgana felt anywhere near tranquil enough to attempt the test. She had to will the candle to extinguish. Morgana opened her eyes and focused on the dark point at the centre of the flame.

"Out."

It flickered and guttered momentarily, but it might have been the breeze from the open window. Morgana gathered her will and tried again.

"Out."

The flame shrank and died, expiring with a little 'pop.' Morgana smiled at the smoking wick triumphantly.

She could not have known that by channelling her power she had opened a door that could never be closed. After that simple success, there was absolutely no going back.

After that, things started happening, things for which there could be no other explanation. A guy at a party mistook her gothic fashion sense for sluttiness and after fetching her a drink and chatting for five minutes, considered his seduction complete. He tried to corner her in a hallway, kissing her forcefully and groping her slim body. Morgana had shoved hard at his chest but at 5ft tall and 90lb, her resistance should have been futile.

He flew high into the air and slammed into the opposite wall with enough force to render him unconscious. Morgana was spectacularly fortunate that he would not remember and nobody else had seen.

When she was enraged or terrified, her power was released without her control. Morgana tried her best to maintain a state of Zen-like calm but it was such hard work, with all the stresses she had as a new college student. She turned to her grandmother's books in earnest to try and comprehend what was happening to her and how she could control it. Morgana went online in her search for knowledge and found even more info that her grandmother had not supplied. She began meditating regularly and casting benign spells that drained her of energy, minimising the risk of a magical outburst if she got angry, scared or stressed. She memorised incantations that she could focus on if she got emotional. She studied hard enough to drop into bed every night exhausted.

But the more power she utilised, the greater her reserve seemed to be... and Morgana could not break the cycle now that she had started developing her power. If she stopped performing magic, the uncontrolled outbursts would become more frequent and violent, something she simply could not risk.

So it was that she passed most of her first semester, too distracted to party much or date at all. She remained a virgin at nineteen and although it smarted a little when her friends were mostly happily paired off, Morgana endeavoured not to care. Other students saw her as a frigid ice-maiden, particularly after the story of the guy she had 'attacked' went around. They speculated that she was a lesbian and teased her for her alternative sense of style and for being constantly distant and pre-occupied. Chloe was a little hurt that something was obviously going on with Morgana that she clearly didn't feel about to talk about. They began to spend less time together outside classes, something that pained Morgana very much.

But tonight at least, she didn't care. There was a full moon and Morgana had picked the herbs from her windowbox in its light. She was experimenting with a truth potion today and her little fire on the edge of the campus was well concealed by some nearby trees. She would sit here with her candles and her books and and brew her mixture for the next hour or so. Once the moon started to set, she would pack up and go to bed. Morgana sat there quietly, dressed in a deep red vest top, a black skirt, thick soled black boots and a knee-length leather jacket. A silver pentacle necklace sat in the hollow of her throat as she leaned forward over the mixture, concentrating hard on stirring counter-clockwise but for every seventh turn.

The three parked on the local college campus. It was a weekend and the frat parties were usually a good place to find some willing food. Richard and Lisa were chattering as they walked across the campus when Quinn stopped. The other two nearly kept going and turned to see him sniffing the air.
“Is something wrong Quinn?” Lisa asked him sniffing the air trying to catch the scent that had him so intrigued. “Oh no, something is very right.” He hadn't been this excited about a feed in decades. “My first taste I drained half a coven in the late 1800s. They nearly killed me, but it was so worth it and this one is nearly alone.” Quinn changed direction and walking quickly towards the scent. “Quinn what the hell is it?” Richard stepped in front of Quinn to stop him, but Quinn just pushed him aside. “Its a wiccan, you can taste the power in their blood, it wells up in you like nothing you've felt. You can taste her, but this girl is mine, you understand?” The two younger ones had never seen him like this and it was exciting and a little frightening at the same time.

He was heading towards some trees on the edge of the campus when he caught another scent. “There's another girl,” he said slowly, “she has the witches scent on her. Get her, both of you, I don't want to have to kill this one. I'm keeping her for a while.” Richard left immediately not wanting to dissapoint, but Lisa continued to follow him. “You're keeping her, you never keep anyone,” she was questioning him, but she was almost talking to herself. The prospect of someone so good that Quinn would bother keeping her made her a little wet. Blood and sex had gone together for her since becoming a vampire. “Yes, now go and get the other girl, I won't have you ruin this for me.” Lisa was gone.

Silently he made his way through the woods and found the girl. Beautiful, delicious, enticing. She was working on some simple ritual and he walked quietly into the clearing. “Come with me,” he voice rang out in the silence.

“Come with me,”

Morgana's head snapped up as the booming voice suddenly rang out of the darkness. Momentarily dazzled by the firelight she had been focused on, she could make out nothing but a tall silhouette. Irritated at having her concentration broken and her mixture potentially spoiled, she glared at the newcomer.

"Is that your best chat up line?" She snapped. "Don't I at least get a dinner date first?"

She closed her book and turned it face-down onto the grass, unwilling to let this asshole Frat boy see what she was up to. The darkness and his facial hair concealed his apparent age from her.

"I don't care what you think you've heard about me but it's bullshit ok? Now get lost before I have to start screaming."

Morgana let the anger fill her in case she needed to fight off another drunken idiot. He did not sound drunk, or indeed like a teenager but some guys matured early and held their drink like sailors. He was on campus so she assumed he was supposed to be there. The power rose within her and Morgana got to her feet, thrumming with a potential release she hadn't felt since she bitchwhipped the last guy who had crossed her. The fire that stood between them started to leap and crackle, evidence to the initiated that something was happening within the young wiccan.

She almost wanted to have to drop-kick him into the middle of next week.

“It wasn't a pick up line, it was a command,” he told her walking slowly towards her, “You will get nothing first, and your voice will do nothing to stop me.” Being so close was almost intoxicating for her. Don't kill her. Don't kill her. Don't kill her. He had to repeat the thought over and over again to restrain himself. Then he rushed at her. Just a small taste he told himself as he closed in on her with unnatural speed. “Show me your power, little witch!”

Richard and Lisa found the girl's room and slipped into the open window together into the third floor dorm room. It was dark and they could hear the girl's breathing. “Maybe just a taste before we bring her to him,” Richard mused quietly looming over her. “He'd kill you and you know it,” Lisa said quickly grabbing his arm, “If we screw around tonight no one's coming out happy.” He glared at her, but knew it was true and so he let it go. Richard snatched the sleeping girl up into his arms before she could respond cupping a hand over her mouth. She tried to scream but couldn't and started flailing wildly. Lisa got the door and they started down the hall not wanting to risk dropping their prey down three stories. As they made their way through the halls an RA came out of his dorm room. Before he could say a word much less assert any mild form of authority he had Lisa was upon he and was drinking him dry. Chloe watched in horror from Richards arms and when Lisa arose licking the blood from her lips Chloe passed out. “At least that made things easier,” Richard laughed, “Let's go.”

As he approached, Morgana began to realise just how much taller than her he was. His final lunge shoved her hard against a tree but Morgana ricocheted off of it and drove forwards, aiming her shoulder at his broad chest. She hit him hard and he did fall backwards but he should have been flung a good distance from her.

Morgana backed away as he rose to his feet. He had known she was a witch and she couldn't easily overpower him. She stared in horrified bewilderment as he brushed grass from his trousers with exaggerated nonchalance. His face caught the moonlight and she could suddenly see how pale he was. The word dropped into her mind even as she was incredulously denying it. She had studied various books on the occult however and there was no willing away what this man must be.

Vampire.

Morgana ran back behind the little cookfire and raised her hand above it, drawing up a thick tongue of flame. She poured her power into it and the flame grew, forming a shield between her and the sun-loathing vampire. Her eyes cast around the floor for something vaguely stake-shaped. Nothing.

"Leave me alone!" She yelled above the roaring flame. "I might not be able to kill you but I can still barbecue your ass. There's easier prey around here, go find it."

"I'm not looking for easy prey tonight witch," he told her, "I was looking for you." He circled around her. This was why he needed the girl. He could kill the witch and drink her dry, but he wanted more than that. Quinn circled her smiling and licked his lips. She couldn't keep this up forever, but he didn't have all the time in the world either. Then he heard what he wanted to hear.
"We got her, Quinn," Richard's voice rose above the crackling of the flames, "she gave us hell, but she's alive." The witch flung Richard back knocking the girl from his arms and sending him crashing into Lisa. But before she could do more Quinn was upon the girl and the revolver was to her head. "Do you think you're quicker than me witch, will you risk you're friend?"

Slowly Chloe woke and she began to struggle in Quinn's arms. "Morgana? What's going on? She killed this guy Morgana, drank his blood. What's happening?" Chloe started crying, the tears racing down her cheeks.

"Yes, Morgana," Quinn said relishing the name, "What is happening? Is your friend getting her brains blown out or are you coming with us?"

Morgana stared up at Quinn for a moment, absolutely convinced that he meant what he said.

"I'll go with you." She replied hastily, all bravado gone now that Chloe was in danger. "Why are you taking her though?" She asked quietly, nodding at Chloe. It wasn't like vampires to take their food home with them and Chloe was no wiccan. The other girl was a pretty blonde and although the other two vampires appeared to be a couple, Morgana didn't want to think about what they intended to do with her. "You can just leave her here, please. She won't say anything and nobody would believe her if she did." Chloe nodded at this.

Morgana's eyes flickered between the gunbarrel and Quinn, who seemed to be in authority here.

Chloe
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"You don't get to make demands, orders, requests or otherwise," Quinn told her plainly, "She is only here to keep you in check until your properly bound." He didn't know who the girl was, but maybe he would keep her around, for a bit anyway. "Richard, bind and gag them. Lisa, gather her things, we're going home. Morgana, if you cooperate your friend might make it through the ride there." Quinn waited, excited to see how cooperative she would be.

Morgana's thoughts went to her other things back in her Grandmother's chest but they would just have to remain there. She allowed herself to be bound and gagged but it hurt to have Chloe staring at her like it was all her fault. Being a witch wasn't exactly her fault. How could she possibly have foreseen this? She was a wiccan, not a psychic.

Morgana stayed quiet and compliant. She didn't really believe that it would spare Chloe any pain in the long term but there was always that faint hope.

Handcuffs bound their hands behind their backs and they were gagged. They walked their captives to the light blue convertible. Morgana sit between Lisa and Richard in the back and Chloe sat next to Quinn in the front. He had her rest her head in his lap with his revolver pressed to her neck as he drove. “You two did well tonight, sorry if I was a bit crazy, but I really wanted this one. Don't take too much, but have a taste, you've earned it.” Pleased each placed a hand on Morgana's thighs and used the others to pull her head back to get to her neck. They each smiled at each other and drank at the same time. The taste nearly overwhelmed them, but Richard pulled back and pushed Lisa's head away as well. Lisa kept licking her lips hoping to find more. “You're right Quinn, she was so worth it.” Quinn smiled to himself, “I do hope so.”

Finally they arrived home. Quinn had the other two bring in their guests. He waited while Richard chained Morgana to the wall and removed the gag. He had Lisa kneel Chloe between him and Morgana and pressed the gun to the back of her head. “Beg me, offer me things, do whatever you want, but you have to the count of ten to convince me that I shouldn't cover you in her blood..” He smiled at her confusion and began to count, “One ...”

Morgana cried out a little as the two vampires bit into her but otherwise she remained compliant. She had to ball her fists in order to suppress the urge to fight them off, conscious as she still was of the revolver pointed at her friend. Having both jugular veins drained at the same time made her light headed and oddly euphoric, causing Morgana to sink back with a dizzy sigh. Moments later however, they stopped drinking and the pain returned on both sides of her neck. It was such a violation and having them comment on her like she was some kind of disposable snack made Morgana angry again. The metal of her cuffs began to heat up with her rage but she fought it down and suppressed it before she succeeded in burning herself or pissing off the vampires.

When they reached the vampires' lair, Morgana was chained to a wall, her cuffed wrists high above her head. She was shorter than the shackles had been designed for and her back was forced to arch in order for her booted toes to touch the ground. Quinn forced Chloe to her knees and then gave his ultimatum.

“Beg me, offer me things, do whatever you want, but you have to the count of ten to convince me that I shouldn't cover you in her blood..”

Morgana's eyes widened as Chloe stared up at her, utterly terrified. Morgana still didn't believe for one moment that she was about to influence this demon psycho's decision but she decided that she had to try.

“One ...” He began, smiling cruelly.

"Um... I am a witch and I've learned quite a lot. I can cast spells for you and brew potions... they might work on vampires..."

"Two."

"And exorcism! I've read about that and I could do that if I had the right book... if you have any... annoying spirits around here..."

He didn't seem impressed.

"Three."

"Um... holy water! I can get hold of that for you and you can use it to attack other vampires with... if you want to..."

"Four."

Morgana mentally conceded that these guys could probably steal their own holy water. Quinn appeared to be bored, a very bad sign.

"Five." He was losing patience and getting quicker now. She had to think of something.

"I'm... I'm a virgin." She admitted, suddenly blushing scarlet. "I'll sleep with you if you let her go.

His facial expression did not change. Morgana cast around her mind, getting desperate now.

"Six."

You could have sex with both of us... a threesome thing?

"Seven."

"Shit! You know there's nothing I can offer you that you can't just take anyway! Why are you doing this? You sick bastard!"

"Eight." The numbers came even faster now she had pissed him off.

"Please... just leave her alone... just-"

"Nine."

"No! Please! I'll do whatever. I'll do whatever it is you want just please please let Chloe go!"

“Ten.” He whipped the pistol down a sent a bullet through the girl's shoulder and into the wall by Morgana. Blood spattered across her face and Chloe dropped to her knees and screamed through the gag. Quinn kicked her over leaving her crying on the ground.

“Why do you care so much about her?” He knelt next to her and put his hand to Morgana's face. “I don't want you blowing a hole in my little warehouse and Chloe there stops that. She's going to die eventually and all you can do is hurt her more and more. If you care so much, why not let her die instead of forcing her to suffer?” He licked some of her friends blood off of her face.

Morgana turned her face away from the cold lick, resisting the urge to cry. Chloe must be in hideous pain and it was only going to get worse. Nothing she said or did would affect what Quinn decided to do by one iota.

"Then kill her." She said quietly, exhaling heavily in resignation. "Kill her quickly and I will still end up doing whatever it is you brought me here for."

Morgana forced herself to look down at Chloe, who was still writhing on the floor and screaming into her gag.

"I'm so sorry." She said simply. "I wish there was something I could do."

“Though I'm not sure I believe you, I'll make the leap of faith and do as you ask,” he told her laughing the whole while. “Lisa, Richard, she's your toy now, enjoy,” still laughing he turned back to Morgana, “don't worry, they aren't nearly as patient as I am.” The pair dragged Chloe back to their private room with them. Her blood streaked along the floor behind her. Quinn had expected to live for days before this happened. He couldn't decide if this was good for him or not.

“She could have lived, you could have saved her,” he whispered into her ear. Quinn reached into his pocket and fished out a knife that he flicked open in front of her. He brought the knife to her red top and started sawing through it. “You'll probably hear them playing with her right up until she dies, those two can be a bit noisy.” Getting through the top he ripped it off of her. He found the zipper on her skirt and pulled that off as well. “Rest well tonight, I do believe you'll need it.” He whipped the knife across her face leaving a long clean cut on her cheek that started bleeding quickly and ran his tongue across it shuddering in pleasure at the taste. “Good night.” Quinn stood up and began to walk away. His boots clacked over the muffled screams of Chloe.

Morgana could only watch as Chloe was dragged away, her muffled screams suddenly escalating when they got her into their room and removed her gag.

“She could have lived, you could have saved her,” he whispered into her ear.

"Bullshit!" She yelled, unable to believe that her oldest friend was about to die. "She's walking convenience food, you were never going to just fucking let her go!"

He ignored her comment and instead produced a nasty looking switchblade. He sawed through her top and skirt, leaving Morgana in a black lace bra, thong panties and boots.

“Rest well tonight, I do believe you'll need it.”

He raised the knife and for one awful moment she thought he was going to stab her. Instead, Quinn whipped the knife across her face, cutting her cheek open. It started bleeding quickly and he licked the wound, his eyes closed as he savoured the taste. It was her taste that had brought her here. Chloe was fast food and she was a rare delicacy, which was why the other two vampires had been allowed to sample her blood. Something about her being a witch made her blood irresistible to Quinn. Was it only the taste though? What if he could draw on her power and use it somehow? The thought was simply terrifying.

“Good night.” Quinn stood up and began to walk away. His boots clacked over the muffled screams of Chloe.

She watched him go, glaring at his retreating back so hard that Quinn should have burst into flames. She could feel her power welling within her, despite what she had expended and what the other vampires had drunk. Morgana focused her will on the ancient looking chains binding her but they turned out to be of solid iron, an element so inert that it was immune to her. Great.

Chloe shrieked, an inhuman sound that brought goosebumps to Morgana's exposed flesh and chilled her to the bone.

"I'm sorry." She whispered in reply as the anger within her evaporated and the tears finally began to fall. They ran into the cut on her cheek and made it sting but as it was nothing compared to how her friend was suffering, Morgana didn't even notice. She hung from her shackles and sobbed until the room Chloe was in finally went mercifully quiet... well not all that quiet. It seemed that Lisa and Richard were passionately celebrating their kill.

Revolted, Morgana retched onto the floor but her stomach was empty.

Her power would grow again. Quinn was plenty arrogant enough to underestimate her or make some other mistake. Her moment would come and when it did, she was going to kill Quinn and make the other two wish they were properly dead and buried.

It was a long time before she finally passed out through total physical and emotional exhaustion.

There was so much to think about. How to coerce her now. He didn't need to, she was right, he could take whatever he wanted from her and would, but he wanted her to want it. He'd need to keep her near death enough that she couldn't hurt them, but far enough that she didn't go and die on them. He pulled his copy of Beowulf from the wall and sat down in his comfortable red armchair. He needed a good read to focus on what to do next and in the original Beowulf was fairly good.

When the sun had set Quinn left through a back entrance not wanting to acknowledge Morgana just yet. As he left he could hear Lisa coming after him. “Leaving without us?” She seemed worried. “No, just getting something for my new toy which reminds me of a few things. First, how was Chloe last night? And second could I borrow something of yours for tonight?” Lisa smiled, “Of course you can and Chloe was wonderful. You should have seen it, she fought up until the very end, though I think she honestly got off while Richard was fucking her.” Lisa didn't bother asking what he was taking, it was more fun to find out later usually. “Have a good night, Quinn.” She kissed his cheek and went off to find Richard.

When he returned Quinn was carrying a greasy take out bag. He found Morgana doing her best to stay curled up on her coat and keep her bare skin off the cold concrete floor. “Good news,” he told her excitedly, “I've decided not to starve you.” He pulled up a chair and sat backwards in it facing her a foot or two away. “I'll ask you questions and if I like the answer and you're telling the truth I'll feed you a few fries or let you have a bite of a burger. If you don't answer, I think you're lying, or I'm just disappointed to hear something I don't feed you. Sound fun? First question, Are you really still a virgin and why haven't you gotten yourself fucked yet?” This was fun. It wouldn't really matter what she answered to most of his questions. It was just a fun way to show her that he was in control of her.

When he returned Morgana had to admit that she was hungry and very thirsty. She never usually ate fast food but the smells coming from the take-out bag were enticing enough to make her mouth water. Her initial relief at the prospect of food was swiftly curtailed by the way he was demanding she earn her meal. Morgana didn't like him sitting there and staring at her in her underwear. Quinn threw his first question at her.

"Are you really still a virgin and why haven't you gotten yourself fucked yet?"

Morgana looked away as her pale face flushed scarlet to match the wounds on her cheek and throat. She had known her confession was going to come back to haunt her. She considered lying to him but there was really no reason to and she didn't have the energy for convincing duplicity.

"In high school I never met anyone I really liked. I wanted it to be someone special." She replied, knowing how juvenile she probably sounded to him and not caring. "When I came to college I experimented with my Grandmother's wiccan things and managed to open my power without really understanding what it meant. Since then I've had to keep channelling my power safely and keeping my emotions under control. It has had quite an impact on my social life."

Morgana did not know that the frequency with which she had to purge her inner energy was unusual or that it signified a potential for great things. All she knew was that she had to keep a constant check on herself.

She finally lifted her gaze to see what he made of her reply.

"Well you've found someone quite special," he told her grinning, "One who can handle your power as well." Quinn reached into the bag and grabbed a few fries and brought them to her lips.

"Next question, do you think there's a way out of this, that I'll let you go or that you can escape?" He stared at her with great intensity his eyes virtually burning into her. She was too strong willed to think there was no way out at this point, but the question now was whether or not she would lie to him.

"Well you've found someone quite special. One who can handle your power as well."

She scowled at his smug, grinning face, refusing to concede the point. A hundred scathing retorts sprang to her lips but she was smart enough to know that angering him while she was shackled and weak was unwise.

Morgana took the fries he offered her. She wasn't desperate for food at this stage but there was no telling when he might think to feed her again. Eating from his hand was a strange experience because there was an intimacy to it that Morgana's spirit railed against.

"Next question, do you think there's a way out of this, that I'll let you go or that you can escape?" His eyes narrowed and he watched her closely as she considered this.

"I don't think you'll let me go... but I don't think escape is impossible. There are ways out of this and one of them is death."

She knew that vampires could turn people but who would be stupid enough to render someone immortal who wanted to kill them? If they did that to her, she would kill Quinn and then stake herself in the heart.

“I hope your not thinking of killing yourself dear, you still have so much to live for.” He laughed at the irony of him being the one to tell her that. He unwrapped a burger, but frowned. “You didn't lie which was nice, but the thought of you denying me the chance to take your life puts a sour taste in my mouth, so I'll move on to the next question instead.” He took a moment and stopped to think. He held the food out of reach, but sat down next to her trailing a finger along her bare chest reaching her bra he caught it with his fingernail and flicked the fabric. “I'll give you an easy one. How often do you masturbate, how do you do it, and what do you think about?”

Morgana was rapidly tiring of Quinn's little game. She flinched when he touched her and the adrenaline that his proximity kicked into her system made her nipples harden with more than just the cool air in the room. But that wasn't nearly as mortifying as his next question.

“I'll give you an easy one. How often do you masturbate, how do you do it, and what do you think about?”

An easy one? Who was he kidding?

She hesitated, unwilling to tell him anything at all about what she might do in the privacy of her own bed, when her room-mate was asleep. That made Morgana think of Chloe again and her eyes filled. She blinked a couple of tears away angrily, ignoring Quinn's suddenly curious expression. He was still too close to her, waiting for his answer. Morgana spoke more in the hope that he would move back to his chair than for any other reason.

"Maybe a couple of times a week, either in bed late at night or in the shower." She had dropped her gaze again, refusing to look at the bastard. "I use two fingers or the shower head. I think about different guys... some I see around campus and they look like they would be fun to get to know..." She fell silent, too embarrassed to continue.

Quinn flipped on of the straps of her bra off of her shoulder before bringing the burger to her lips. With his other hand he reached into his coat pocket while she ate. Taking the burger away after a few bites he produced a medium sized black dildo from his pocket. “Not a terrible answer and it tells me you've never used one of these before. Don't worry my little quiz is almost over. Would you get yourself off with this if it meant having your hands free even after you were done to eat with? And would you make me kill you for doing something stupid if I do unshackle you?” If the last question had made her nervous she would positively squirm. As good as she tasted she was just so much fun to toy with he might have to keep her around.

Morgana stared incredulously at the dildo. She had never even seen one before. Taking bites of food from Quinn was frustrating and she was cramped and sore from being shackled but was it really worth alleviating those two things if it meant she had to masturbate for this fucking pervert? They both knew he could rape her if he chose to. There was more dignity in the idea of being forced than in agreeing to trade a performance like that for a few simple comforts. She knew he wanted her blood too much to kill her or turn her on a whim. It wasn't much of a hope to cling to but it was all she had.

"You can take that thing and shove it up your ass." She snapped.

Expecting her to act defiant at some point hadn't soothed his anger as much as he'd hoped. He tossed the dildo in her lap and addressed her, “You'll be lucky to have me ask you again tomorrow whether or not I feed you.” He stood and turned to leave, but before he took another step he spun quickly and his boot connected with her face knocking her out. Blood trickled from her lip and he bent to lick it off not wanting to waste a precious drop of her sweet sweet blood. Once he was done with that however he went out into the night.

The wind did nothing to cool the fury that burned in him. She belonged to him and that was a lesson she would have to learn. He found a young woman carry some groceries back towards her apartment. Quinn swooped down on her and slammed her to the ground into an alley. Her groceries scattered on the ground and he grabbed her by the arm and threw her against the wall. “Beg for my cock in your filthy cunt and maybe you'll live.” The woman started crying and once again his Smith and Wesson was pressed to flesh, “Beg ...”

“Please give me your cock,” she whispered stumbling over her words and at the same time she was dropping her pants to offer herself to him. So much more obedient than the bitch at home. He dropped his pants as well and pushed into her pussy. She was dry at first, but soon her pussy was slick and she was moaning. “Fuck yes, use me!” she suddenly cried out. What a surprise he thought and then he bit into her neck. Sucking the blood from her veins while he pumped her she orgasmed hard letting out a cry of pleasure and death. He finished up with her and then dropped her to the ground. He had cum, but was still unsatisfied. Her blood was like water to him compared to what ran in Morgana's sweet veins. Slowly he made his way back to his warehouse.