Hunting The Lady of Roses - (closed) Rayne_Clowd & EesomeBeastie

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Hunting The Lady of Roses - (closed) Rayne_Clowd & EesomeBeastie



Name:Elenore Rose Gratouse ( Lady Of Roses )
Age: 578 , Oct 12th 1812
Hair: redish blond
Eyes: violet
Turned: 1839 age 27
Home: Gratouse Manor she has lived here her whole 578 years but has traveled the world.

BIO: Elenore Rose Gratous or Lady Of Roses as she has been called and known through out history as. Was not born a vampire she was turned in 1839 by a lord she had fallen in love with. He broke her heart and stole her life, and caused her to be the vicious callous creature she now was.

One could not remain innocent and pure after blood lust caused by the man you loved forced you to kill your entire family without mercy sucking their blood dry before you gained your senses and found what you had done and what you had become. Elenore could still hear his vial mocking laugh as he left her slumped on the cold marble floor of her home in a warm pool of her parents blood, her baby sister cradled in her arms, a drained corps with shock and blood curdling horror on the small child's face. His taunting words etched on her soul "I have embrace you my child for eternity" do not mistake this to be said with love or for affection, it was a curse Lord Evan Bruso bestowed on her as he fled from the scene of his latest crime.

Elenore remained lifeless on the floor surrounded by the drained bodies of loved ones for as long as her body could allow, as the dawn approached she became overwhelmingly tired and her eyes burned from the glare coming trough the widows and from her unshed tears. The metallic taste of blood stale in her mouth and her own gut wrenching rage surged her back to life. Elenore took refuge in the basement of the family home, vowing that when night fell she would pay her final respects to her family and then she would hunt him down and make him suffer in the bowels of hell for what he forced her to endure with the bite of his fangs.

And she had, when night had cloaked the manor in a protective darkness Elenore emerged from the basement a different being and one by one she buried her loved ones and her heart at the rear of the manor under her mothers prized rose bushes. She had then spent the next century trying to keep that vow, poetically in 1927 she found Lord Evan Bruso sating his lust and thirst on a terrified Chinese girl.

He was impersonating a member of the British troops. Troops who had just landed in Shanghai, his disguise may convince mortals but had not fooled Elenore, his face and his eyes where burned onto her soul. She could smell his very essence and it fanned the fire of her rage so much so that the memory of his demise was blocked from her conscious, the first thing she remembers about that night is his lifeless corps slumped over the dead Chinese girl and the fragrance of the blood red rose she brought to her nose inhaled and then dropped with satisfaction onto his corpse.

The a single red rose had been her calling card over the years, a sadistic reminder to herself of what she had lost. Every time she fed from a human she left behind the drained corpse and a single red rose. This is how she came to be known as "Lady of the roses".

With every rose she left, she also left behind her soul and one by one as the body toll accumulated to a point she could no longer keep count. Elenore became heartless, cold, and the evil being she now was.

It was the year 2390 and oh how the world had changed and remodeled itself, her kind now rained supreme and humans where little more then cattle to the creatures of the night. Sure it was becoming harder to source natural born humans but genetically engineered was still satisfying to the hunger. Humanity had tried to strike back thinking that the over population of humans was the cause for the monster uprising.

But of course this was a naive notion as the so called monsters had been around as long as humanity, it was only because of the horrific wars and the down fall of society in general that had allowed what was once hidden to be revealed. And of course once you peek behind the wizards curtain what you had thought to be real is suddenly all but an illusion.

There were few things Elenore bothered to hate but at the top of her list were vampires, she loathed her own kind. Second on that list were the vampire hunters, hunters that she had been avoiding for decades just to live a life she despised. Occasionally she tolerated one or two of her own kind to satisfy the sexual urges that were sometimes as strong as her blood lust, humans tended to break during such rough play.

Elenore lived the life of a wealthy recluse. Her only links to the past, were her home and the fact she still continued her ritual of leaving a single red rose beside the corpses she drained nightly to feed her life force. Because of her feeding selections she had a healthy bank account and was able to purchase comforts that most would dream of. She had discovered how men would tell you anything if they thought it would save there lives, what was a little insider trading to save yourself from death........of course it never did, once she gained what she needed they too were left with nothing but a rose.

Tonight she had returned to her manor early, not bothering with fine food. Instead choosing something quick and easy, like a taxi driver smoking in an alley way waiting on his hooker girlfriend. She now bathed in a hot bubble bath and watched the rain dribble down the window like droplets of blood running down a victims neck. She had no plans this evening, she could feel the fire between her thighs desiring a vampire encounter but she had none on hand to satisfy her needs.

 
Jason McCloud
Age: 21
Description: 5 foot 10, wiry build, short brown hair and grey-blue eyes.

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Jason McCloud peered at the ancient house through nightvision binoculars. The local population – cowed, spineless, genetically engineered dociles – had confirmed this was the dwelling of the notorious Lady of Roses. They lived under her shadow and yet did nothing. They went about their daily lives, accepting that one by one they would be picked off at night by the growing vampire population, yet did nothing. The one revolt in living memory had resulted in a slaughter of the humans. Their leader had been captured, drained and left dead at the gates, the trademark single rose across her chest.

That leader had been his sister.

She’d fallen in love with a natural-born and followed him on his quest across the country to gather resistance groups into one force and strike back at the creatures of the night. When he’d been killed, she had taken on his mantle, until she too had paid the price.

Jason had lived his life in rural seclusion, amidst one of the few natural-born communities left. He’d been the quiet one, the stay-at-home. But the news of his only sibling’s death had roused an anger in him enough to make him leave the village he’d spent his entire life in, vowing to kill the monster who had murdered his sister.

He hadn’t been stupid – he’d known the Lady of Roses could kill an innocent like him in an instant. So he’d travelled, spending time with different resistance groups, learning to fight, getting equipped, testing himself on lesser vampires.

Now at last he felt ready. He was quick, deadly, nothing like the boy who had left his village three years before. The silver-plated knife at his belt, the sniper’s rifle with bullets containing a sliver of yew wood, the night vision equipment, flares to blind a vampire’s over-sensitive sight ... he was as ready as he’d ever be.
 
Elenore relaxed in the tub her long reddish blond locks free and wild around her shoulders, her firm curvaceous body caressed by the soap bubbles and oils in the hot bath. She was softly stroking her hand across her tight stomach in a lazy caress that eased away her tension.

She always felt intense after a kill, the fresh blood surged through her body revitalizing her and filling her with strength and vitality stronger then any human could imagine. Elenore thrived on and fought the urges that produced every night....every night for the past 551 years.

The power that surged through her made her crave more, she felt invincible and like a goddess. Unstoppable, this feeling was what she craved nightly it was like her addiction. But what she loathed was the memory of those she killed, their eyes filled with terror as she drained their life, it reminded her of her baby sister all those years ago. The isolation she chose for herself was her shelter from the guilt, it was how she hid from reminders of what she was.

The living in constant darkness, had truly darkened her soul. Elenore killed to survive, shunned her own kind and embraced no one and never would. There were two times that Elenore would spend time with others.....when she fed and when she fucked and both ended in death for her prey.

Elenore's hunger for blood was satisfied but the burning in her loins told her that soon she would be seeking company of her own kind. She had tried to bed humans in the past and while it was very possible, the human was never able to go the distance they did not have the stamina or body to withstand the brutality her pent up lust entailed. So all that was left to fill her craving were vampires, which Elenore despised but they could go the distance and satisfy her needs. That was until she took what she wanted and then left nothing but their limp lifeless bodies and a rose behind when she was done.

Stepping out of the large iron tub Elenore then drained the bath and dried her soft skin with a fluffy towel. The bathroom held a fireplace so she was warmed from the cold weather outside, the rain still beating at the windows and lightening flashing in the sky. It seemed it was a wild night in more ways the one.

Elenore was needing release, her nipples were hard little pink peaks on her lush white globes, as she brushed the towel over them her breath hissed she was on fire. Her eyes flashed and she could feel the pulsing between her thighs telling her what she needed. Growling with frustration Elenore left the bathroom and headed into her bedroom.

She dressed in a short tight lace dress that opened at the neck in a v that plunged down between her breast accentuating them to perfection. She was going to hit some nightclubs perhaps other vampires where hunting and she may strike it lucky she needed to purge her lust.

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Jason McCloud burrowed deeper under the shelter of the bush that hid him as the storm rolled in and the rain hammered down. He was used to being outside and it didn’t bother him, but the gusting wind would make it too difficult to risk a long range shot at his prey. He’d need to get closer.

He backed out of his hiding position and looked for the wall that enclosed the raised borders of the mansion’s gardens. He’d examined them in daylight and knew he could use them to get within 100 metres of the of the mansion without being in line of sight from any windows. Darkness was not a reliable cloak – it was a vampire he was hunting after all, a creature of the night.

Fifteen minutes of cautious movement later saw him taking up a new position on the edge of a raised bed. He carefully peered round the corner and saw a light flickering in one of the windows. Lifting the nightvision binoculars to his eyes again, he gasped at what he saw: a shapely female form climbing from an antique bathtub, brushing her damp red locks from her eyes and towelling herself dry, illuminated by flickering firelight, but tinged strangely orange by the light-enhancer of his binoculars. This must be the Lady of Roses – he knew she lived alone, without even any servants, so it could be no other. The red hair just confirmed it. He held his breath as she lifted a leg onto the side of the tub to dry it, her breasts swinging free in silhouette against the glow of the fire.

He realised with a start that he was getting hard. Shit! he chided himself. His body saw a beautiful woman, even as his mind told himself that she was no woman but a monster in female form.

He lowered his binoculars to regain his composure and when he looked back up she was gone.

Bare minutes later he heard the whine of a groundcar motor spinning up. She was leaving – probably on the hunt. He knew he should let her go and stay here to await a clear shot on her return. But the thought that she might kill again whilst he did nothing knawed at his gut. He tried to tell himself that one more human death was worth it to get a clear sure shot at her, but his legs were already moving as he squirmed back in the direction of his own beaten-up groundcar.
 
Elenore was hungry but not for blood, she craved passion she craved sexual release it throbbed between her thighs like a heart beat. Closing the front door to her manor behind her, Elenore crossed the pebbled drive and slid behind the steering wheel of her Alfa Romeo 8C Spyder, of course it was rose red and a classic limited edition car from 2010. The plates read Lady with a single red rose embossed on the end.


Elenore sped off into the night, the rumble of her high performance classic only adding to her need to find a fuck toy and find it fast. She headed straight to the night club district, old warehouses converted into trendy night spots with over priced drinks and easy prey. Night clubs were often the feeding ground for young vampires because they prey where often numbed by the many drinks they had consumed and unaware of the danger they where in until it was too late. Just like children it also gave young vampires a chance to play with their food.

Her blood lust was sated for now so Elenore paid no mind to the many tasty morsels that lined the streets waiting access to what ever club had taken their fancy. She parked and from the moment she stepped from her shiny red Alfa the charm was oozing she was sexy she was classy and she was tempting. Walking directly to the door of one club not worrying or fussing with the line that groaned when she was admitted without hesitation. Elenore kissed the bouncer on the cheek and added a bubbly "Merci" and entered "The Underground" one of the older but trendy night spots that often had excess of uncreative young vampires who thought their choice of hunting ground was ironic.

Elenore crossed to the bar, she ordered a drink not that she would drink it as it dulled her senses but it kept up appearances. She scanned the dance floor and those at the bar looking for one of her kind, someone she could subdue and convince to leave his prey.
 
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OOC: sorry for the delay. I forgot that I wouldn't get an e-mail alert when you posted since you were just replacing a place-holder post with the real one. Hope this makes up for the wait, though!


Jason broke into a run as he heard the throaty roar of a sportscar and the crunch of gravel thrown up by its wheels as it sped away. He reached his own vehicle and jumped in, turning the key as he hit the seat. The electric motor span up with a whine. He daren't turn on the headlights so he flicked the switch to activate the night vision system which had been salvaged from an old attack helicopter and bodged to fit the car by a tech at the last vampire hunters' camp he'd stayed at, slapping the side when it didn't boot up quickly enough.

The pale silver display flickered to life, projected onto the inside of the windscreen, and he pressed the pedal to the metal, speeding off into the night after the red sportscar.

Keeping a good distance, he followed the Lady of Roses into town. As he drove, his anger rose. He pictured his sister's corpse in her casket - pale, dead, her face frozen in a rictus that the funeral parlour staff had been unable to completely conceal. He'd held the cold hand against his heart and sworn vengence against her killer through his tears.

Again he pictured the scene at the window of the mansion, imagining the Lady of Roses yanked away from the window as his bullet smashed through her heart, carrying its tiny dart of wood to end her vile reign of terror. But try as he might to hold onto that anger, he kept seeing the swell of her bare breasts as they'd been highlighted against the firelight, and a conflicting emotion surged through him.

Distracted, his car swerved and he was brought back to the moment. Shit! he thought. Get a grip!

When he saw her park up in one of the nightclub districts he turned down a side street and secured his own vehicle. The sensible thing to do would be to find an empty apartment overlooking her car - there were plenty with all the "disappearances" - and wait for her to return, taking a clear killing shot and running out the back into the night. But he was feeling hyped up and far from sensible.

He got out and walked round the corner, just in time to see the Lady of Roses stride past the queue and into The Underground. On the spur of the moment he decided to follow her.

Luckily "Special Forces chic" was in fashion and so he'd get away with his black hunter's jacket and black combat trousers. In the dim light it wouldn't be obvious they were the real thing and not some fashion designer's reimagining. He looked down briefly to brush any dirt or gravel from his stakeout in the garden off his garments, then strode confidently towards the door.

He bypassed the queue, earning angry glares and a few murmers, and stopped in front of the bouncer. Opening his jacket slowly - so as not to appear a threat - he showed the man the contents of a black tube. It was a single red rose. The bouncer grinned, thinking here was just another chancer trying his luck with the Lady by using her own trademark, a chancer soon to become a corpse. He didn't know that this was one of the Lady's own roses, the one she'd left on Jason's sister's dead body, the one Jason had had plasticised to preserve it until he could get his revenge.

The bouncer waved him in, keen to see the young man get his cumuppance.

Inside, Jason's eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light. He scanned the room and saw his prey at the bar. He was still telling himself this was just a recconnaissance, that he wouldn't do anything, but his feet started to move, carrying him towards her.

Even without her gaze on him, he felt the power of her glamour. He'd practised overcoming this vampiric ability - practised on captured vampires tied to trees at the hunters' camp, until he could torture them despite their best attempts to make him stay his hand. But her glamour was stonger than anything he'd ever encountered.

She was simply stunning. Her dress revealed perfect legs and superb breasts that time would never mar. He felt himself grow hard despite himself, and knew it was now or never. If he didn't act now, she would steal into his mind until she was his every waking thought and he was lost. Even if he was torn apart by the other vampires, he had to make the kill now. His life was nothing once he had had his revenge.

He strode up to the bar and placed the rose on the bar top in front of her.

"This is yours. You left it on my dead sister."

As her eyes flicked towards the rose, he pulled out a pistol.

"Die, bitch!"

His hand shaking more than he'd expected, he squeezed the trigger that would send the special wood-cored silver-tungsten alloy bullet through her evil heart.
 
The hairs at the nape of her neck prickled, someone was watching her intently. As she swept her gaze over the room a tall solid looking man in combat gear was striding towards her. She did not panic or move she remained calm even when the scent of her home filled her nostrils, he had been to her estate she could smell the fresh dirt on him. Silly human she thought to herself as a smile curled her lips.

He placed a rose on the bar and Elenore knew his purpose without him even saying. REVENGE, it was written clearly on his face and through the tension in his body. The veins in his neck bulged and throbbed with his strain for control he was begging for a vampire to attack him it was like waving a red cape to a bull.

Elenore's eyes where on the rose but she saw and felt his ever move, as he screamed for her to die and aimed his shaking hand towards her, In a flash Elenore spun her back to him folded at the waist and kicked him fair in the chest sending him toppling over a stool and to the ground. The bullet flew past her head and lodged in a pillar at the end of the bar.

Vampires surrounded and hissed at him baring their fangs, a few human's ran screaming from the club. Elenore held off the vampires attack with a glare and a wave of her hand she out aged every vampire here, she strode over to the man and kicked away his pistol before bending and gripping him by the throat and hoisting him to his feet. He was still struggling to breath from her high heeled kick to his sternum.

"You silly wretch, so bitter so twisted." she crooned to him as he still gasped a little, her hand around his throat not helping. She was tempted to rip his throat out right here and now. But now that his attack had the vampires stirred up and wanting to fight she was not going to have her lust sated by them as she intended. So it seemed this human may live just a few more hours at least.

Swiftly Elenore used her glamor on him and then struck him over the head with a half empty bottle of beer that had been sitting on the bar, he slunk forward against her shoulder with a groan, she then hoisted him over her shoulder and carried him to her car. The bouncer smiled as she walked past with the limp mortal dangling over her shoulder. She used the key to open the trunk and then tossed his body into the trunk with a thud and began to tie him into a hog tied position with some ropes she had stored in the boot.

Who ever he was, he began to stir but Elenore just slammed the trunk shut "see you soon killer" she purred and then got behind the wheel of her car and headed back towards her estate with the hog tied man in her trunk.
 
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That single kick knocked the breath out of him and he toppled backwards. The bang of his pistol hid the noise, but he felt his breastbone crack under her heel. As he fell back he thought so fast - she's so very fast!

Somehow he managed to keep hold of the gun as he hit the floor, but she kicked it out of his numb fingers before he could bring it to bear again.

Then he was being lifted upright again by the throat, as if he weighed less than half his twelve stones. Through unfocussed eyes he made out her face glaring at him, her fangs extended and her eyes blazing with sudden anger and excitement.

I'm going to die! he thought. He didn't feel afraid. Instead just annoyed that he hadn't managed to take the bitch down first.

Then his anger faded like mist under a bright sun as she unleashed the force of her glamouring. He felt deeply content. She was a superior life form and it was right and proper that he be sacrificed to her.

He was so overwhelmed by her radiance that he didn't even feel the beer bottle that knocked him cold.

Next he knew, he was in an enclosed space smelling of carpet and oil, bound quite immobile. His muscles screamed against the unnatural position.

"See you soon, killer," she purred, and his world went dark as she slammed the boot lid shut.

Moments later the car engine roared to life and he was being buffeted around as the vehicle sped away, cornering hard. He struggled against his bonds, but it was to no avail - he was tied too tight to have even the slightest hope of escape. The thin knife in his boot was tantalisingly close, but it might have been a million miles away for all the good it did. Even if he had managed to reach it there would have been no way out of the locked boot, but at least he could have taken his own life and saved himself the torture that was no doubt to come, instead joining his dead sister in a better place.

Giving up the struggle, he sighed and decided to save his strength for later.
 
Elenore drove home with a vicious smile on her lips, she couldn't believe the fool had risked his life so stupidly. What kind of hunter comes into a club filled with vampires and tries to take one out. She looked at his rose which was now on the passenger seat, he was clouded by love and vengeance. She shook her head and pulled into the drive and shut off the engine.

The gravel drive crunched under her feet as Elenore walked to the boot of her car, she smiled as she flipped open the boot and looked down at her tied up human package. "You have two options, you can be hard to get along with and I can kill you now....or you can co-operate and you just may live too see morning" she quirked her brow at him and smiled, Elenore then reached into the boot and grabbed hold of his arm and yanked him from the boot and placed him on the cold hard gravel face down.

"now listen to me, I can kill you now but it would seem such a waist...so when I free your legs your going to be a good little human and stand and walk into the house" she used her glammer on him "do you understand?" Kneeling down Elenore untied his legs, and then stood back a little to see what he would do.
 
When she opened the boot, Jason was in a haze of pain. His limbs screamed from the cramped and awkward position he'd been tied in, and his head reeled from where it had bumped on the walls of the boot as she cornered the car hard. Even the tiny boot light that flicked on when she opened the lid hurt his eyes.

"You have two options, you can be hard to get along with and I can kill you now....or you can co-operate and you just may live to see morning."

Despite the state he was in he took hardly a millisecond to make up his mind. His previous low had passed. Heaven alone knew what tortures she might have in store for him, but as long as he was alive there was a slim chance he could use one of the blades concealed about his person. Blades that were silverplated and had slivers of yew embedded in slots in the sides, making them far more deadly to her kind than their tiny size suggested.

His headache exploded into steel sherds splintering through his brain as she picked him up with ease and dumped him on the gravel. He fell face down, but managed to twist his head towards her as she gave her orders. All he could see was her superb legs. Her glamouring must be working its magic on him, as at that moment he'd have done anything to be able to gaze at those perfect limbs.

You could resist if you really tried, a tiny voice in the back of his mind accused. But you're not trying because she turns you on. You want her to hurt you and then drop you the tiniest crumb of pleasure, don't you!

He mentally squashed the nagging voice silent and mutely nodded his assent to Eleanore's commands. And when she untied his legs he staggered awkwardly to his feet, despite his still-bound arms, and walked slowly and subserviently towards the door, head bowed.
 
Elenore smirked "good human very good human" she wasn't dumb enough to think he had suddenly just given up and was conceding to his fate. She knew he was planing something or at least keeping his eyes open for an escape, but there wasn't one not for him he was going to help her sate her lust for as long as he survived it.

As he reached the door she gripped his arms and pulled them up behind him so that he had to lean forward, this was to keep him off balance and make him rise up on his toes, this gave him less room to move if he was planing any sudden attacks. She opened the door and walked him inside slamming it behind her "welcome to my home, I believe you have seen the outside before" she smirked again as she knew his mind would be whirling as to how she had known he had been here before.

Pulling his arms up and pushing him forward she did not bother with a tour, her heels clicked across the marbled floor as she ushered him quickly through the lobby his boots scuffing as she stumbled and tried to keep his balance and keep up with her momentum. She headed through the house into the kitchen and then opening another door she pushed him down into the basement, she knew he would be surprised by what he found here because it was not like any normal basement.

There was minimal lighting but she would fix that soon enough, even though she could see just fine she wanted him to have a better view of what was coming. Along one wall there was a selection of tools, whips, paddles, canes and the likes. There were also a few more sinister looking tools but those where usual what she used to defang her vampire prey and to keep them subdued while she sated her lust.

The middle of the room held a bench contraption, a large cross structure and from the ceiling a large chain and hook hung. To the right there was a cage and a few more contraptions all with evil and thrilling purposes, Elenore's sex throbbed at the lust filled thoughts going through her mind. She shoved him to the center of the room and then pressed a button on the wall to lower the chain and hook, she then crossed to him with a smile and roughly hooked his arms to the hook and chain. Once secure she went back to the wall and pressed the button making his arms raise as far as the could without breaking his shoulders and forcing him onto tip toes.

"I must say human you do smell nice, what is your name" she asked as she walked around the room lighting candles.
 
Jason gritted his teeth as the vampiric bitch hauled his arms up and pushed him through the door.

"Welcome to my home," she said, in a voice dripping with malice. And it was as grand inside as it was out, he saw, as his eyes scanned across the large hallway, taking in the marble floor and the broad staircase that curved up to the upper floors, the classical statues in their niches and the large ornate candelabra that hung from the ceiling. It wasn't the dark gothic hell he'd expected, but nevertheless it harboured a terrible evil.

Her next words sent his head spinning. How could she have known he had been watching her house? He'd taken such care, crawling forward inch by inch with incredible patience and not approaching closer than he needed to.

He staggered through the kitchen, still dazed from the journey and from his treatment being hauled out of the boot of her car. Nevertheless he took in a block of kitchen knives as he passed - something to remember should he be stripped of the blades concealed on him, though he doubted those had the silver plating and the embedded wooden splinters that made his weapons so deadly to supernatural foes.

Then down the stairs, into a basement almost black except for a chink of light coming round the door at the top of the stairs, which she'd left slightly ajar. Just enough to let him make out the vague shapes of various torture devices.

Was he going to die here, he wondered? The part of him that craved revenge, the part that had driven him so hard these last years, screamed no - he would see her sent to Hell first! But a traitorous voice whispered of the joy it would be to die at her hands, surrendering his life to her.

Both voices were silenced by the agony as she hauled his arms even higher, by a chain hooked through his wrist bindings, forcing him to balance on his toes lest his arms be pulled out of their sockets. But he could still turn his head enough to follow her as she walked round the room lighting candles, letting him see properly the full range of implements in this torture chamber.

"I must say human you do smell nice," she commented.

Eh? he wondered. He must smell of sweat, both old cold sweat from the fight in the nightclub and fresh sweat as his muscles started cramping again in this most agonising position she had him in. Sweat, dirt from her garden where he had lain watching... and maybe a hint of arousal, as the candlelight illuminated her superb form and his traitorous cock hardened.

Damn her!

Then she asked his name.

"Jason," he replied. "Jason McCloud." There was no point hiding it. She was probably powerful enough to rip it from his mind, or mesmerise him until he told her. Or maybe simply torture him for the information. And with his parents and sister dead there was no-one left whom she could hurt, so knowing his family name didn't matter.

"So why am I here?" he asked. "What do you want from me? My blood?"
 
Elenore kept her back to the human and continued to light the final candles, a smile crossing her lips as he complied and answered her question. She was pleased with his forth coming, that was until he took the liberty to question her.

There was a sudden gust of wind the candles in the room all flickered, some went out. One minute Elenore was across the room and next she was in front of him, with her hand cupping his cheeks harshly digging her nails into his flesh. Elenore tilted his head up forcing him to look into her violet eyes. "Did I say you could question me Jason? Did you some how think this was a game of 20 questions and that we would take turns?." She gave him a sadistic smile and then licked up the side of his face before whispering in his ear "Stupid human, you are mine."

Elenore pushed his face away roughly, as if it repulsed her to even look at him "You are only here because, I have not decided to kill you yet. I would advise you try to keep it that way Jason" she said in an off handed manor and crossed the room and took up a cane from the rack on the wall.

Swishing the cane through the air a few times for effect, Elenore was making sure he heard the sound clearly but she purposely stood out of view, to increase his fear of what was to come. " You will not speak, unless spoken to" she traced the cane lightly up the inner thigh of the humans right leg and down the inner thigh of his left. "And from this moment on you will call me Lady Rose, and will address me as such when speaking to me. Is that clear?"
 
Jason flinched from the anger that flared in her violet eyes, then looked on with fear as she selected a cane and gave it a few test swishes through the air. He knew she had the strength to slice the supple wood straight through his skin if she chose, and wondered if his fate was to be flayed alive then left to die from blood loss and infection.

But when she ran the cane up his thighs he shivered for quite a different reason. The closer the tip of the cane came to his crotch the more he swelled down there, until his erection tented his trousers.

Then the final indignity: her demand that she call him “Lady Rose.” But she wasn’t a lady – she wasn’t even human. She was a Hell-spawned stain upon this Earth, who deserved nothing more than a final and permanent death. However if he gave vent to this opinion, she’d surely kill him there and then, and he’d never get his revenge.

“Yes, my Lady Rose,” he replied, feigning meekness.
 
"oooh you are such a good human, but..." Elenore purred and moved to stand in front of him slapping the cane against her hand, she dragged her eyes over him as if appraising him. "This will never do, look at you" she shook her head disappointed "your clothes are dirty and crinkled, no pet of mine would ever dare look such a state" She placed the cane on the near by table and then picked up a knife. "I guess it's time to fix that, don't move Jason. I would just hate to draw blood" a smile curled her lips she was clearly amused.

Elenore could have untied him and allowed him to strip from his clothes but their was just no fun in that, and she knew it only provided him with a chance to try and escape. She tilted the blade in front of his eyes allowing the flickering candle light to dance off the smooth sharp blade. "I promise it won't hurt a bit, unless you move" Elenore lifted the blade up towards his bound wrists and began to cut down each sleeve of his coat, she was in no rush yet.

The blade only ever skimmed his skin whisper soft , her body was pressed close to him as she sliced across his shoulders towards his neck. "you really do smell quite divine Jason" she gripped his hair and pulled his head back to look into his eyes, then she lowered her mouth to his and teased at his lips with her tongue and then nipped softly at his lips with her fangs before crushing her lips against his, her hands tracing over the front of his shirt.

"mmmm" she moaned softly and smiled at him as she pulled away from the kiss, slowly she began circling him the knife still in hand, Jason continued to hang uselessly from his wrists. Once behind him she took hold of his coat and pulled removing it from his body. The sliding her hands up and down his arms her body pressed behind him, Elenore placed the blade between her teeth and moved her hands around his torso and up over his chest. Taking hold of his shirt she then ripped it away from his body in one smooth movement.

Stepping back she took the blade from her mouth and traced the blade gently against his skin, teasing him with the thought of her suddenly slicing his back and the cold caress of the steel blade. She watched his skin flinch and respond her eyes catching every slight movement, she could practically hear his heart beat it called to her and the dampness between her thighs increased.
 
Jason winced as the sharp blade sliced down the sleeves of his black special forces style jacket and across his shoulders, but she didn't even nick him. She had amazing control of the knife, but then she had no pulse nor breathing to interfere with fine muscle control - when she stood still she really was completely still.

He still wondered what her intentions were, but when she licked and nibbled his lips he began to get an inkling that he was to be more than just a mouse to be teased by a cat before the kill. She seemed to be turned on my him. And oh hell, he certainly was! His cock was harder than he could remember it ever being, and he ached for her kiss.

A kiss she delivered with an agressive passion that almost made him come there and then. He returned the kiss even as his mind was screaming at him: 'Don't give in. She's evil; she's the enemy. Remember your sister!'

But then she broke the kiss and returned to slicing his clothes away. His jacket gave a thump as it hit the ground, weighted by the miniature binoculars and other gadgets in the breast pockets, and then his shirt was torn off too, revealing one of his emergency blades in a thin sheath strapped to his lower left arm. She must surely have seen it, but she seemed to ignore it. He could hardly get to it anyway with his hangs chained above his head.

When she stepped back he stared at her with unconcealable lust, a lust he was losing the fight with. Then she drew the blade of her knife slowly across his bare skin.

'Just cut me, you bitch!' was the thought that seared through his mind. For maybe the pain would distract him from the traitorous longing that surged within him. But the sound that actually passed his lips was a moan of animal desire.
 
Elenore could smell his arousal he was dripping pheromones and it was driving her lust higher, Her fangs elongated and she growled with need, gripping her knife by the blade. She then flung it past his head and across the room where it stuck into a wooden beam with a thud.

"my my what have we here" her voice sweet and mocking, Elenore traced her hands softly up his bare sides caressing him with her fingers, then she moved her hands slowly up over his arms. She then clasped the concealed blade and ripped it from his arm, Tossing it across the room. "I don't think you need that Jason, Do you?" she purred next to his ear and licked up his neck. Then softly sucking his ear lobe and pressing her body to his, she let her hands wander over his torso.

"Mmm you do smell so good, but still a little over dressed for what I have in mind" moving around to the front of his body, Elenore smiled at him seductively as she lifted his head and kissed him again "Let's fix that." She then knelt down in front of him and removed his boots one at a time, every now and again looking up into his eyes and licked her lips. Then she reached for his zipper and slowly revealed the object of her desire.

The humans cock sprung to life and she could piratically hear it throbbing, she continued to lick her lips as she tossed his pants aside. Then moving forward Elenore took his cock into her mouth, being careful with her fangs she sucked his member and teased it with her tongue.
 
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The vampire's touch sent a shiver through Jason. She was so cold! A reminder that she was not truly alive. But her touch was sensual and aroused a heat in him that he couldn't control. He tensed as her cool fingers danced over his muscled torso. It had been so long since anyone had touched him like this as he'd been too focused on training for this mission to find time for romance.

Her soft, seductive voice in his ear and her sensual licks along his neck had him almost lost in a haze of lust and he rocked his crotch despite the awkwardness of almost hanging from the chains. But despite his arousal he struggled not to react as she took away the knife strapped to his arm. He had others, and if he was lucky she might not discover them all.

When she pressed her body against him it was too much to hold in and he sighed audibly. As she pushed against him he felt her breasts through the thin fabric of her low cut dress, her nipples hard and brushing his back.

He groaned with disappointment as she let go, only for her to walk round in front of him and kiss him, a kiss he returned eagerly, having lost all resolve to resist this undead seductress.

Even as she took off his boots (not finding the blade concealed within the lining) and removed his combat trousers he was still uncertain of her intentions. Was this a huge tease? Would she turn into a raging monster, slashing and biting him after arousing him to such a peak? Or did she really have other, more carnal, lusts she intended to slake? Or maybe both?

Her mouth went down onto his erection and he groaned, though a part of him still feared she would suddenly change tack, perhaps biting his cock and feasting on the hot rich blood that pumped through it. Perversely that fear aroused him still further and he moaned, "Oh God," as she flicked her tongue along his member, aware of the irony that he was calling out to the deity of all that was good whilst being fellated by an incarnation of evil.
 
Hearing the human moan's of pleasure and calls to his lord almighty, simply made Elenore want to laugh, her lips curled into a smile around his member. She then pushed his cock to the back of her throat and began sucking him vigorously while her hands caressed his bare thighs.

It almost drover her wild to feel his need pulsating through his cock and once it was rock hard she pulled off of his shaft with a loud slick wet suck and looked up into his eyes "mmm and such a tasty dick" she then stroked him with her cold fingers, teasing him for a few strokes and then stopping and drawing her hand away.

Elenore stood up and smiled at him, she could tell the mist of lust was swirling around his mind. She could see it in the natural responses of his body and in his eyes. For now he was at her mercy, moving across the room she took hold of the chain and lowered him to his knees. She knew his shoulders would be aching by now, once he was on his knees naked and his arms still bound behind his back Elenore moved to stand in front of him. Taking hold of his hair she tilted his head back and looked down into his eyes.

"You will do as I say, and you may enjoy it. Or you can disobey and I will kill you. Do you understand me?" she waited for his answer her violet eyes glowing as she held his stare captive.
 
Jason gasped as she sucked and then fondled his dick, feeling the pressure build towards what, with his months of abstinence, would be an almighty orgasm. But she witheld that from him and backed away, leaving him moaning with frustrated desire.

When she lowered the chains from which he was suspended he had to bite his lip to stop from screaming at the agony as sensation surged back into his numbed arms. Only when he felt a wet dribble on his chin did be realise he'd bitten himself hard enough to cut his lip. He could only hope that the Lady of Roses's apparent sexual lust would outweigh any bloodlust his accident provoked in her.

Now she was standing over him, yanking his head back until he looked up at her and became caught in her hypnotic violet gaze.

"Yes, my Lady," he replied to her demand. "I will do whatever you say."

He felt disgusted at willingly submitting to becoming her fuck toy, at subordinating himself to the commands of an evil creature such as her, an abomination upon this Earth. Disgusted, but also terribly aroused. He covered his confusion by rationalising that it was best to do anything to be allowed to live and get a chance to revenge himself later. She could play with his flesh and blood stake for now - whilst he looked out for a chance to shove a real wooden one into her foul body instead.
 
Elenore flashed him an irritated glare and Slapped him so hard across the face he went skittering across the floor like a limp rag doll "I told you to call me Lady Rose..not My Lady and not anything else you feel stupid enough to utter, Do you understand?" She took a few steps and glared down at him, his face glowed with her hand print.

"Get on your feet and move to the cross now! if you hesitate or make me wait so help me you will pay for it.....MOVE LITTLE HUMAN" she hissed at him, her glare ice cold and her voice menacing. She was going to put this so called hunter in his place and then she was going to fuck him so hard he would surely die.

Elenore bared her fangs at him and hiss enforcing her threats. She left no doubt she meant every word. If he made her wait or tried something stupid she would punish him and the drain him dry.
 
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The blow was so sudden he didn't have any chance to roll with it, and it snapped his head back, sending him crashing across the room.

Looking up at her, dazed, he managed to nod his understanding even though it send waves of dizziness rushing through him.

"Yes, Lady Rose," he managed to utter, struggling to get back up onto his knees.

At her next command he tooked around hurriedly, searching for, then finding the large manacled cross. He staggered to his feet and reeled over to it, stumbling and tumbling against it, grabbing it and hanging on as tight as he could to stop him from falling to the ground again.

Fuck, she was strong! That single harsh blow had almost knocked him out and damned near broken his jaw. But already he felt his sight clearing and his mind pushing the pain into a corner out of the way, his hard training in the camps of the vampire hunters paying off now as it let him regain his balance and readiness much quicker than most humans could have.
 
Elenore could see his struggle but it just made her smirk, He slumped against the cross causing her to shake her head "such a weak and pathetic creature, maybe I should turn you at least then you will be a challenge before I kill you" she moved to stand beside him she wanted to take pleasure in his fear as she taunted him.

"Turn and face me you weak piss ant, you will not be resting" as he turned around his back to the cross Elenore moved to secure his wrists and ankles to the large wooden cross, she pulled each leather strap tight. He was fully exposed to her now his arms spread out and his legs spread to meet the bottom of the cross, tracing her hand over his torso she then moved her touch lightly up over his chest and then across his jaw where she had slapped him.

Elenore placed her cold hand over his cheek soothing the heat from her slap, "are you comfortable?" she really didn't care but she was curious as to what his answer may be. Taking her hand away Elenore crossed to the wall and table of varied implements, making her selection while she waited for his answer.
 
Jason smarted more from her words than from the residual pain of her slap. A piss ant, was he? He'd show her! He turned round and stood up straighter, letting her shackle him to the cross but showing her that he didn't need the cross to support himself.

"Comfortable?" he responded to her last question. "I'll never truly be comfortable while you still walk this earth, Lady Rose."

He almost spat these last words, using the form of address she demanded but showing that he meant no respect by it. Though if he would only admit it, the main source of his discomfort was not her continuing existance but rather the aching erection she provoked from him.
 
With her back to him Elenore smiled at his response, he had spirit she would give him that. "Well now such a tongue you have" she laughed but it was not the amused kind, it was far more evil and spine tingling. The kind of laugh that let you know something seriously fucked up was about to happen.

Elenore took three tools from the table, one was a spiked wheel implement that looked like you used it to pierce leather or to tenderize meat. The second was a small leather cat-o-nine tails and the last was pair of nipple clamps. Turning she walked back towards him and place the items on a small table beside the cross.

"Lets give you a chance to make up for your weakness and disrespectful tongue"
he really didn't have a chance but she liked to see the faint glimmer of hope in her prey. Taking up the nipple claps she stood in front of him, then she leaned forward and blew her cold breath across each nipple. Then adding to his stimulation she flicked her tongue across the peeking nubs. "Now beg me to put the clamps on you" she held up the nipple clamps to show him her intention as her tongue flicked out again to tease each nipple.
 
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