Rape of a Vampire, a closed thread

Four hundred years.

It wasn’t a long time.

Long enough for wars to be won and lost, for famine and pestilence to raze what once stood proudly as great nations, resulting in the mass exodus of those worlds to unknown lands, and for history to repeat itself as revolution once again sprang up.

Damian Sinclair had lurked quietly in the shadows and watched it all, fighting his own battles and wars, and ascending in the ranks with each silent victory. It was the nature of the beast, survival of the fittest and with each victory he became that much more of an efficient and deadly killer.

It was too bad he reflected silently, that his victories had to be shared, that the blood letting wasn’t his alone to glory in and drink of…but then that too was part of fates cruel humor.

Four hundred years before Damian had been another kind of hunter, and in a moment of foolish passion had let that glory slip away along with his humanity.

A hard lesson to learn, but after four hundred years Damian had not only learned it well, but also had perfected it…


“Are you finished brooding my silent lover? Have you ignored me long enough to suit your manliness? Come now and pay heed to your Queen…”

The silky, sexy voice of a woman cut into his musings.

“No my Queen”

She had risen and Damial knew by the vibrations emanating from her room she was hungry AND needed release...

A release that she was already busily working at, the waves of pleasure washing into and over him even before he opened the door and stepped in.


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The Time: Present Day, when man is so sure of his “worldly knowledge’s” that he has all but forgotten the quietly told tales of a blood sucking beast called…”Vampire”

The Place: The Bayou Mansion, a beautiful three storied house painfully restored to all it’s southern glory as it was before it was burned to the ground

The Setting: A new Queen of the Vampires has come of age…her powers making her strong enough to claim “leadership” of a silent and hidden society, and to begin creating her own Clan of vampirical followers.

The Basic, visible plot…The Bayou Mansion has unobtrusively placed ads for “help wanted”…which means, of course, they need “fresh blood"….Four hundred years has taught the Queen and her “First” that they must be carefully selective in their decisions to “hire”, making the process a deliberate and erotic process….

Like all vampires, she needed blood to survive. She was exactly what the stories told. A ruthless killing machine. Though, in her ways, she was silent. Much as the gator that claimed the swamplands as his home, she hunted silently and killed at random. She had been broken, but her will to survive had put her where she was. Standing just inside the double bay windows she watched as the remaining traces of the sun disappeared over the horizon. Sighing, she made her way to the wooden vanity just beyond her bed and picked up the silver handled brush.

Combing her raven locks into tight curls, she placed it in a loose bun. This accented the high cheekbones and her grey eyes. She undid the robe she was wearing letting it fall to the floor. She eyed her nakedness and the simple set of two tattooed holes just above her left breast where she had been drained and turned oh so many years ago. Tracing her fingers over those tattooes, she shivered as her cold hands met the warmth of her nipples. Her breasts were average in size, a mere 36 C cup. The nipples were perfectly pink against the darnkess of her skin. Her skin was soft and her curves noticeable as she ran her hands over her taught stomach and down to the hairless opening between her legs.

She continued to manipulate her body. Her head tossed back, her lips slightly parted, eyes closed, she was in her own little world as she began in earnest pushing her fingers inside her warmth. Finding just the right spot, she began rubbing her swollen button. She did not hear the door open, nor him come into the room.

"You would find what you look for much quicker and easier if you accepted my help"

Damian had stood quietly and watched his Queen finger herself, the ripples of pleasure even stronger now that he was inside the room, the picture of her playing with her breast and manipulating her own sex being such a sight it would take his very breath away...

That is, IF he were but a mortal and actually had to breath...

Her eyes slowly opened and yet, interrupted, she continued to drive herself towards orgasm...even as she answered.

"And at WHAT price, my First?"

Damian advanced, his body swaying much like a great cat moving in on it's prey, his eyes glittering with the knowledge of what he WOULD do to the erotically posed woman in front of him....IF.....

"An eternity of serving me, my Queen....it is a fair trade, don't you think?"

For an instant he saw ih her grey eyes indecision...the curiousity of what it WOULD be like to finally give into the century old game and trade a moments pleasure for an eon of servitude...

And then the moment was gone. Her eyes hardening and turning to ice...the decision made even before she spoke the harsh words....

"You MOCK me dear Damian...Once again forgetting that I AM your Queen and could order you to DO exactly what I desire....

A very old game...One that intensified each time they played it...Damian not backing down from his Mistresses threatened command and instead speaking the blunt, hurtful truth...

"It would NOT be the same for you, would it my Queen? Your pride and honor demands that I come willingly to you...and beg to have the pleasures of your eternal body while I in turn please you...

The words cut into her. Damian could see it as if each were a knife that had imbedded themselves deep into her nubile body....And yet she WAS a Queen of the Dead....and was made of a strong fiber....

"Then attend to the hiring of the new servants Damian...at least you are good for something....

Dismissed Damian took his leave....bowing and smiling even as his Queen renewed her manipulations with an almost violent energy...And as Damian moved down the hallway and to the steps that led to ther first floor he could feel the first orgasm...washing through her body and over his as well...

Her laugh coming to his head and mocking him as he continued his slow retreat, step by step...

"You are SUCH a fool Damian....but you are MY fool....and I will NEVER let you forget that....or you, to change it...

AS the waves or her mulitple orgasms tumbled through her body, she ran the last few minutes through her head.

Damien had never given her much cause to worry. He was tiresome and a nuisance once in a while. But he was loyal. She did not want the feelings of self induced rapture to end, but sighing, she sucked the tangy juices from her fingers and made her way to the closet. There would be many guests in the house tonight. Most just a few lowly minions from a sister coven she had agreed to house for the time being. The other guests, were high profile members of society. The fact that they were vampires, and only came out at dusk to dawn never mattered much to anyone. Standing by the closet doors, she chose a gown of pure amber. Light and dark shades contrasted against the sown on pearls and adornments. Slipping over her naked body, she reveled in the way it exposed her breasts.

The clevage would be enough. She would have their attentions for a little while at least. Slipping into the matching shoes, she walked back into the bed room to once again find Damien there. Waiting.

"Back again? And for what purpose? Really Damien, I give you a simple task and I do expect you to be able to do it. Or have you something else on your simple mind?:

Luna Collins stood before her mirror and brushed her long brown hair away the round plumb face. Her soft caramel eyes stared at the reflection with a soft smile. Her almond shaped eyes complimented the soft olive shimmer of her gypsy complexion. Luna rubbed a light blush along her narrow cheekbone and then stood to put on the "uniform".

It was a rose colored chemise that draped to the floor despite her being six feet tall. Luna couldn't help but blush as the extra lacings made her size 36D's bulge at the edge of the elastic border. She eased her feet into the satin slippers to aid the effect which sent a shiver done her spine as her transformation was coming about.

She picked up the black velvet corset that was to be slipped about her middle. She stood elegantly before the closet miror as she worked the golden ribbon thru the eyes and laced the seams firmly.

"Well it looks like I am ready for a medieval festival." Her lips puckered as she applied a light coat of gloss to make them tempting despite the thinness. She wanted to look professional as well as fit the role the job entailed.

Luna lifted the black pocketbook, grabbing keys and headed out the door. Once in her little red VW she drove in the direction that she had. After six hours she was certain that she was hopelessly lost and had lost the job at the Knights Lodge. It was when she stopped for gas and directions that she learned of another place that was hiring young ladies for a housekeeping like position.

"That's perfect. Why I used to clean rooms at the Holiday Inn in Baton Rouge." Luna smiled as things seemed to look up for her again. She paid for her gas and slipped behind the steering wheel. She paused to glance at the newspaper that was describing the employment requirements.

The Bayou Mansion. sounded very antibellum and Luna quickly dialed the number from the ad.

"Hello.... My name is Luna Collins and I am calling about your openings that I see in the Local Chronical.

I happen to be within an hour of the Mansion at the Clark station.. I would be more then happy to come for a personal interview...

How old am I.. oh well thank you but honestly I am twenty five.

I'm on my way, Sir and thank You for taking the time to see me. Bye!"

Luna let out an excited shriek of happiness. "YES!"

She turned the key in the ignition and was driving to the mansion. She hardly realized the drive as she sang along with the oldies radio station. Luna was focused on obtaining the job considering she in dire need of one again. She even tried to talk her way thru an interview.

"I started working at the 7-11 three years ago until it went out of business. Then I worked as a waitress at Denny's during the summer of two thousand four.. after that I worked at Orange Julius in the Baton Rouge Mall but it was harder then I expected and was fired. Then I tried college the school year 2004 and 2005 for a certified nurses aid but the class size dropped and classes were cancelled so I applied at the Holiday as a housekeeper until I quit due to a sexual harassment... ohhh I shouldn't say that .. I quit due to personal conflicts with the night manager."

Luna made the turn to the road that lead to the house. As Luna stepped out of the car she stared at the house. "Oh my Gawd! It's huge!"

"Back again? And for what purpose? Really Damien, I give you a simple task and I do expect you to be able to do it. Or have you something else on your simple mind?:

Damian stood motionless, his face impassive, as his Queen threw a scathing insult at him, treating him as if he were dull witted lackey...His eyes regarding her steadily, without flinching as he watched her dress for the supposed evening of entertaining "guests."

"The first visitor has arrived, a human female that I sense has come in answer to my request for hired help, what is on my simple mind....was to warn you there will be NONE of OUR kind...due to the proclamation of your new RANK.

It is common PROCEDURE, that the new Queen come visiting her surounding royalty FIRST, before they will set foot on your land....It would be a grave INSULT to you and your own bloodline.....A bloodline that I'm sure I need not remind you that, you DO NOT as of yet...POSSESS."

His eyes were flat and dull as he spoke, his voice neutral and without insult or enthusiam...but the message was clear...


IT WAS UP TO THE TWO OF THEM TO CREATE THIER OWN BLOODLINE, BEFORE THEY COULD CLAIM TO BE ROYALTY OF THE DEAD, OR EXPECT TO REAP THE REWARDS....

"I will greet the woman and begin the menial task of interviewing her, unless you wish to instruct me to do...otherwise, my Queen?"

What he received in reply was a scathing look and a hiss, and Damian turned and left the room, closing the double doors quietly behind him...his hand was on the front door, his nostrils flaring at the scent of live human flesh, when the words came to his finely tuned ears...

"Oh my Gawd! It's huge!"

Continuing the motion he opened the door smoothly, to stand watching the tall woman gawk at the front of the Mansion, giving him time to take a good, long look of his own at her before he spoke to her.

"It is large...But that is why we've placed the ads, isn't it. I assume that is why you're here?"

Gliding on light feet he moved to the woman and smiled, noting her eyes were level with his and enjoying the sensation as he greeted her with an outstreched and open hand.

"My name is Damian, and I believe we spoke on the phone, why don't you come in and we can begin...the interveiw?"

Taking her warmer hand in his cool one he was once again reminded he had not fed yet, and as the woman smiled and greeted him, he could see the blood pulsing in her veins and hear her heart beating quickly.

"This way to the smallest of our...front rooms, where we can make ourselves comfortable and get to know each other."

Damian offered and met Luna's eyes, then stood aside as she swayed past him and followed his directions to the room, his eyes taking in the long, lean legs and the tight buttocks on top of them.

*It was going to be a real pleasure* He decided *Getting to know the newest of the hired help...intimately*

Luna couldn't imagine a home so big but she had little time to see the old mansions that she felt thrust into a time wrinkle and of course her costume for the other job probably made her look more out of place

"It is large...But that is why we've placed the ads, isn't it. I assume that is why you're here?"

"Oh yes Sir. I'm Luna." She gave a sincere smile as her eyes continued to gaze at the upper floors. Then she looked at him fully lifting her hand to his. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"My name is Damian, and I believe we spoke on the phone, why don't you come in and we can begin...the interveiw?"

"Oh yes please." Luna replied anxiously. "I do have housekeeping experience."

"This way to the smallest of our...front rooms, where we can make ourselves comfortable and get to know each other."

Luna couldn't help but blush slightly as his voice sent shivers down her spine. "I'd like that very much, Sir. I am in need of employment presently."

She walked into the room and found that his impression of small matched her whole studio apartment. She gulped a few times as she glanced over the room getting a quick idea of what housekeeping skills would be expected. Due to her sudden burst of nervousness she felt her heart beat faster but her prespective employer was also sending chills along her spine with his sexy voice and intense eyes.

Luna accepted the seat that Damian indicated and couldn't stop from watching as he slipped down in his seat. He was like poetry in motion, graceful and swift. Luna felt she was drowning in his perfection yet welcomed it like sweet honey as her chest became painfully tight with a small wish that his lips were to touch hers.

"I'd like that very much, Sir. I am in need of employment presently."

"There are but two of us living here presently, so the housekeeping duties will be light, dusting when required, routine cleaning of the interior and the laundries...

I expect to employ several others as well, so you will be able to rotate the responsibilities between you."

Damian knew the woman in front of him was growing aroused, it was the natural reaction of a mortal when in the immediate presence of an immortal, the soul of the undead reaching out to tease and draw the mortal souls to them...

"Room and board is provided, as well a salary I'm sure will be well worth your best efforts, you will need to prepare your own meals only as the Queen and I will provide for ourselves..."

Watching carefully Damian saw the curiousity build in the woman before him, knowing the mention of a royal title was one part of the mystery and he was the second...

"Curiousity is a normal reaction, Miss Luna Collins, and in time answers will come for all your questions. But one thing you must remember and respect above all else, we value our privacy above almost everything...and failure to respect that wish will result in your immediate dismissal...You seem to a healthy and intelligent young woman and I'm hoping we can count on discretion being one of your talents, among others...yes?"

"There are but two of us living here presently, so the housekeeping duties will be light, dusting when required, routine cleaning of the interior and the laundries...

I expect to employ several others as well, so you will be able to rotate the responsibilities between you."

"I don't see that as a problem, Sir." Luna replied after learning the cleaning of the interior was expected of her and that couldn't be any harder then twenty rooms at the Holiday Inn.

"Room and board is provided, as well a salary I'm sure will be well worth your best efforts, you will need to prepare your own meals only as the Queen and I will provide for ourselves..."

"Room and Board?" Luna shook her head in disbelief. Damian was offering her a home as well as a job. She quickly pinched her arm wanting to check if she was daydreaming. Tears formed in the corner of her left eye as this job offered her new hope.

Then she came back to the last part, " the Queen and I will provide for ourselves..." Queen was an odd name for a person or was it an unofficial title? Could it be that they are from tiny far off country? Royalty was a matter of spendor.. after all she was partially versed in the story of the missing Russian princess Anastasia. Luna nodded quietly hoping that her silence wasn't leading to a poor image of her.

"Curiousity is a normal reaction, Miss Luna Collins, and in time answers will come for all your questions. But one thing you must remember and respect above all else, we value our privacy above almost everything...and failure to respect that wish will result in your immediate dismissal...You seem to a healthy and intelligent young woman and I'm hoping we can count on discretion being one of your talents, among others...yes?"

"I do understand Sir so mum's the word." Luna made her back straighten as she watched Damian with her caramel eyes. "However when did you want me to move here? And how soon can I start working?"

Luna's heart began pounding even louder as she tried to contain her excitement. She wouldn't have too much to move as she didn't own too much to start with but the few things she had was precious. Yet she didn't want to lose the opportunity of this job by taking too long either.

"I'm at your command, Sir."

Smugly, she sniffed once he was gone. She knew what was expected of her. But, she had things that needed to be attended to first. That was something he knew also. The harshness of his remarks weighed on her skin like a fly would. Shrugging them off, she made her way out of the room and towards the stairs. As the fresh smell of human scent caught her nose, she quickly became interested and made her way to the front stairs. Gliding, she descended quickly. Stepping to the door, she listened. Each word Damien spoke seemed to touch her in the most intimate places. It was the thing he seemed to do best.

The young woman was unique. Tall yes but darkly attractive. Instantly, she felt the warmth began seeping from inside her. She sighed and a slight breeze ruffled through the door.

Damien turned and their eyes met. She inquired without speaking.

"Shall I but step inside and smile? Would it that I could help in anway Damien?" she spoke inside his head. Waiting for the invitation to enter, she held the door in her hands.

"Shall I but step inside and smile? Would it that I could help in anway Damien?"

Damian was loathe to be intruded on, but yet he knew better than to deny even the slightest whim of his Queen, knowing she was strong enough to order him into the killing sunlight...if she so wished...

And knowing as well one day soon it would be HIMSELF who was the stronger of the pair....

"Come my Queen, brighten this poor mortals world with your presence, and give me your blessing to give her the first mark....as a token of your generousity and graciousness..."

His lips did not move, and yet Damian knew his Queen understood him clearly, the proof being her presence as the door opened and she glided into the room...

"Luna Collin's, it is my honor to introduce you to my Queen..."

Turning Damian reached for the female vampires hand and kissed the back of it as she offered it to him, giving the proper show of respect as required when a mortal or lesser vampire was in thier presence...

"My Queen....I offer to you our newest recruit and employee....Miss Luna Collin's...We were in the process of arranging for Miss Collin's personal items to be brought to the mansion...in order to allow more time for us to get to know her...intimately.

IF this is to your approval?"

"Luna Collin's, it is my honor to introduce you to my Queen..."

Luna found the woman breathtakingly beautiful in a unique way Thus she quickly believed that this woman had to be from some European country that still maintained the royal protical. Thus Luna was quick to treat her with the formality of humbleness.


"My Queen....I offer to you our newest recruit and employee....Miss Luna Collin's..."

Luna looked over her flawless face and gracefully curtsied. "Your Majesty."

"We were in the process of arranging for Miss Collin's personal items to be brought to the mansion...in order to allow more time for us to get to know her...intimately."

Luna found her body shivering as the word intimately vibrated in her chest. It lightly disturbed her that Damian used such sexual words but yet at the same token her heart skipped a beat just hearing him utter it so romantic.

"IF this is to your approval?"

Luna crossed her fingers amd silently begged to be given the job, so many of her worries would be dispating by the room and board alone.

oh please say yes.. please just nod your head... I want this job so badly Luna thought in a sheer rush of jambled nervousiness.

Seeming to glide across the room, she smiled quickly and made her way to Luna.

Taking her hand she spoke.

"Please, Ms. Collins, your majesty is such an informal title, you must call me by my name. I am Aleanna Mayfair and it is my pleasure to meet you. I see Damien is giving you the overview of this position? He is so good with the minute details. One could even say he was almsot purposefully driven to be that way arent you my love?" and turned to him still holding Luna's hand. Trying to avoid the persistant call her mind was giving for acceptance of the job. She would have her job, of course.

This one was young and very strong. Her blood would be just the thing Aleanna needed. Searching her mind for some thought, some piece of information, she noted the lost look in her eyes and reassured her that things were looking up for her.

"Please, sit. Tell me all there is to know about you Ms. Collins. Would you like something to drink perhaps something to eat? I fear it is just Damien and I at the moment but he would surely be overjoyued to assist you in any way possible wouldnt you my love?" Aleanna knew he was loath to be help. Testing him this way was dangerous not only to Aleanna herself but to those around. Her control over his was vast, yes. But he possessed the power to at any time take his anger out on her as had been done in the past.

"Please, Ms. Collins, your majesty is such an informal title, you must call me by my name. I am Aleanna Mayfair and it is my pleasure to meet you. I see Damien is giving you the overview of this position? He is so good with the minute details. One could even say he was almsot purposefully driven to be that way arent you my love?"

Luna blushed slightly as the connection between the two seemed joined. Was she his wife perhaps? Luna squirmed and shifted her weight to the left with some embarassment for being aroused by his voice.

"Please, sit."

Luna sat down obediantly and absorbed the charisma that Lady Aleanna demonstrated. She realized that she would have to impress this woman with her honesty and pray for everything else.

"Tell me all there is to know about you Ms. Collins. Would you like something to drink perhaps something to eat?"

"No thank You, Lady Aleanna. I am fine.. besides as nervous as I felt, I would be afraid of an embarrassing after effect."

" I fear it is just Damien and I at the moment but he would surely be overjoyued to assist you in any way possible wouldnt you my love?"

Luna looked down least she show any desire in her eyes towards the Lady's lover. Yet the more the woman spoke the more Luna felt inclined to be a filling part of a puzzle.

Luna decided to talk with them both answering their questions as best as she could. "Well I live alone.. my family is passed on.. they were kinda old when I was born to start with.

I worked at odd jobs before getting out of high school. But my work experience is legit..... I worked at the 7-11 until it went out of business in 2003. After that I worked as a waitress at Denny's the summer of two thousand four. I moved on to working at Orange Julius at the Baton Rouge Mall breifly. I tried college in 2004 and 2005 for a certified nurses aid. It didn't work out so I applied at the Holiday as a housekeeper. I worked there until my contract expired and have been looking for suitable employment."

"Please, no need to be nervous. I think you will do just fine here. Perhaps, though, being as the mansion itself is so large, you have someone you would like to bring on also? I, I do not mean to impose or inttrude at all Ms. Collins, but this is a large home. Understanding that it is mostly Damien and myself, we do tend to make a rather large, umm, mess from time to time on given occasions" she said. The laughter rang throughout the room as one would ring a bell. Melodious. She noted the way the young woman was watching Damien. She could understand those feelings so openly displayed on her face. He was the epitomy of sexuality. His darkness and privateness were just part of his own alure.

"If you like, arrangements can be made immediatly to have you in the home as soon as tomorrow evening. We are by nature, night owls Ms. Collins and do not wish to be disturbed as we sleep during the day. That is a old habit we obtained in our younger years traveling the globe isnt it Damien?" she said lightly resting her hand on his leg. Noting the way he tensed when she touched him, she made a note to deal with that later.

"There are certain rules as I have stated that must be abided by and followed or there will be no second chance. We are noble people Ms. Collins and in no way frugal. We do wish that our things be treated with the respect you show us. I have stated we are day sleepers. We do not by any means want to be disturbed. If you have a problem to discuss with either of us, it must wait. In the case of an emergency, deal with it responsibly. You, being the first person hired will be the head of the house and will hire and run it the way you see fit. However, all hires and decisions must be brought to our attention and our decisioin is final. I know, I know that is a little contradictory but, again, we have many things in which we cannot afford to loose. I am rambling on so arent I dear. Please, Damien, anything you would like for her to know?" she smiled again.

That smile could be a distraction and disarming. It could also be the last thing you saw before you died.

"Please, no need to be nervous. I think you will do just fine here. Perhaps, though, being as the mansion itself is so large, you have someone you would like to bring on also? I, I do not mean to impose or inttrude at all Ms. Collins, but this is a large home. Understanding that it is mostly Damien and myself, we do tend to make a rather large, umm, mess from time to time on given occasions"

"Your home is indeed large but glorious. I wish I had more chances to see them in their full splendor. It is going to be an honor working here." Luna admitted. "And after cleaning rooms behind the soldiers sex parties, I can handle any mess that might arise."

"If you like, arrangements can be made immediatly to have you in the home as soon as tomorrow evening. We are by nature, night owls Ms. Collins and do not wish to be disturbed as we sleep during the day. That is a old habit we obtained in our younger years traveling the globe isnt it Damien?"

"I believe that would be perfect Miss Aleanna. I could pack in the morning and be ready to move most likely by dusk." Luna listened to her talk about being a night owl before adding. "Yes Ma'am."

"There are certain rules as I have stated that must be abided by and followed or there will be no second chance. We are noble people Ms. Collins and in no way frugal. We do wish that our things be treated with the respect you show us. I have stated we are day sleepers. We do not by any means want to be disturbed. If you have a problem to discuss with either of us, it must wait. In the case of an emergency, deal with it responsibly. You, being the first person hired will be the head of the house and will hire and run it the way you see fit. However, all hires and decisions must be brought to our attention and our decisioin is final. I know, I know that is a little contradictory but, again, we have many things in which we cannot afford to loose. I am rambling on so arent I dear. Please, Damien, anything you would like for her to know?" she smiled again.

" I could use motorless cleaners so it is less likely to disturb your slumber. I would have to adjust my internal clock to compliment you being a night owl, if required to serve during those hours. I'm normally washed out by two in the morning." Luna offered as she wriggled in her seat again. She found it hard to just sit in the same room with Damian and not gaze into his eyes.

"No Ma'am.. You have your unique ways and that is completely understandable. If I were to have all these things, I'd be extremely paranoid of robbers."

Luna looked over at Aleanna and smiled again feeling at ease with this radiant woman. "I swear to do my utmost best in being a faithful and loyal servant."

Reaching out and taking her hand, Aleanna patted it.

"You will do just fine I am sure. We must finish this as soon as possible and get you settled in. I feel certain that we will all be best of companions" she seemed to stroke the girl's hand for ages. Watching as her breath became ragged and the intesity of the situation swelled inside her. Not only could she use this touch to kill, but to bring the most blissfull of pleasures to the recipients.


"Now, Damien, if you want, we can allow Ms. Collins to roam about while you and I finish the small details" Aleanna said. Damien was sitting with a slight disregard. He was, at that moment, the only thing she coveted more than life itself. She needed to touch him. She did not however, need the young miss to see how she would touch him. That was a secret of their own.

Inside Damian was seething with anger. His "Queen" had stepped over a line that she had never dared cross before, taunting and teasing him in front of the human woman she had commanded him to "hire", then taking over the "event" and destroying his chance to bed the delightful looking woman.

Outside he was deliberately dis-interested...his body relaxed and attention un-focused as the two ladies chatted merrily away and became "good" friends.

"As you wish my Queen"

Damian unfolded himself and rose from his chair, his eyes moving to Luna's before taking a slow and deliberate tour down and up her body.

"Pardon my leaving you so quickly after we've just met, Luna...I will return and perhaps we will continue where we left off?"

The look he gave Luna told her that she wasn't the only one who had felt an attraction...as well as the fact he knew she felt the same...and that by continuing...he had meant it on a very personal level...

"Until then, my pet."

Turning he offered his arm to Aleanna and as she gracefully accepted he smiled, the only hint how angry he was glinting in his eyes and then quickly disappearing as they walked out of the room.

"As a Queen you have unlimited boundries, Aleanna..."

Damian spoke softly as the door closed behind them and he let her hand drop from his arm.

"But you also have the burden of leading those beneath you, a burden you must tread lightly on...lest it bites you..."

"You will do just fine I am sure. We must finish this as soon as possible and get you settled in. I feel certain that we will all be best of companions"

Luna didn't quite know what to think of the hand stroking that Aleanna was doing. It sent fire waves thru her belly and chills up her spine, but the chills were spiked with a warning signal.

"Now, Damien, if you want, we can allow Ms. Collins to roam about while you and I finish the small details" Aleanna said.

"As you wish my Queen"

Luna looked at the pair and nodded politely. "If you don't mind, I'd love to find the bathroom." Deep down she was hoping that it gave the pair the privacy that seemed to be spoken in very unspoken terms. Luna also felt a tug at her heart when Damian glanced at her again.

"Pardon my leaving you so quickly after we've just met, Luna...I will return and perhaps we will continue where we left off?"

"I'd like that...." Luna's voice faded off as that hand stroking stopped and the urgent need to find the bathroom beacme stronger.

"Until then, my pet."

"Yes Sir, until then." Luna repeated as the finger pointed to the direction of door. Luna tried to move without seeming too urgent but once inside she burst with a mix of orgasm and urine. That embarassed her greatly for she had never done that before but found her heart racing as Damian's face ebbed in her thoughts.

When she washed up to her own satisfaction she wandered back to the room shee was in and glanced over the large clock. It was gorgeous with the deep red wood hue and that embedded cravings that made the royalistic design. "Nothing but Murphy's for you."

Luna walked the full perimeter of the room glancing over the things that she would do, it truly needed some serious dusting, the wood would be polished and those windows would be washed inside and out. The floor seemed to need some scrubbing too but that would keep her busy during the day while her employers slept. Then she sat back down in the chair and waited for Damain to return so she could get the rest of the details about her employ as well as the room that she would be calling her own.

The blows extracted by his words were none the less effective. She watched as he readied himself to go to the girl.

"You would take her? Given what she will become, you would take her as a mortal woman? I would that it was me you cared so much about.. Would it that you would want me so much, desire me as much. Damien, I care not for whom works within these walls so much so as you and I have each other" the apparent hurt in her voice softened her words.

A feeling washed over her instantly and it seemed to consume her. Anger. Anger at Damien for dismissing her so lofty for the mortal in the parlor. Anger at the outright display they showed in her presence. Anger at what she was, what she had become and what she had to do to survive.

"This place has rbough about a change in you my lover. What is it that I can do to make you want me like you do the foolish whelp in the parlor?" she asked gliding her hands over his leather jacket feeling the taughtness of the thin shirt underneath. She wanted him to break and bite her to take her in that instance. She also wanted to taste him. Sex between them was lurid and often odd in many ways. But tonight, she would not have him running around after the human in the parlor like a dog in heat.


"Tell me. lover, what can I do? What shall I do?" she insisted as her hands made their way to the front of his jeans. Not knowing whether she or the bitch had caused the tightness, she gloried in it her own way.

"This place has brought about a change in you my lover. What is it that I can do to make you want me like you do the foolish whelp in the parlor?"

Damian's eyes flashed and yet he held his thoughts, feeling the lust of his Queen ripple through his body, and fighting the lust as it theatened his cool control.


"Tell me. lover, what can I do? What shall I do?"

Instead he drew upon the centuries that had passed, and the curious bond that had developed, since it had all began.

"Give your power to me Aleanna, let me drain you to the core, then bring you back...You will find bliss beyond all comprehension as your powers are passed over, and when I return you to this world?"

Grinning boldly he let his Queen see the lust for power and her body flash over his face and eyes, his hands moving to undo the buttons of the fine silk shirt he wore, to reveal the muscled planes of his chest and abdomen.

"I am the stronger...lover, we both know it,Lady Fate brought us together...just as her twisted sense of humor made you my Mistress, correct that error...and you can have all the pleasures you've dreamed of...for all of eternity."

And there it lay. Damian's cool yet bold demands on one side...Aleanna's hot, rippling waves of lust for pleasure on the other...which would give into the other first....?


"You have my word Aleanna, Once I have consumed your blood and the powers within it, I will bring you back..."

Watching him stand before her so boldly and demand her power was almost as abusive as his words. The fates had played many a terrible joke on them both and placed them in such precarious positions. But, she would not trust the greedy need that shown in his eyes.

"Damien, you demand of me this? Why? Power? You think it is so easy to give that which I have? The Gods and Goddesses would have my head if I turned the mass over to you. The gift itself is easy passed on. You would have to take me to the edge and push me over to gain that which you covet. All I want is for you to touch me. Take me in your hands and manipulate that part of me that is still human. I, I cannot give you what you wish" she said. Shock, unrest, and other emotions ran through her until she felt she would faint.


He had demanded this. Why was it that, that should be something he could bargain to her with.


"Is it not enough that I give to you everything I have even myself willinging or even as you like against my will? Why? Tell me why you would use such things to extract your pleasure from me? What have I done to wrong you? That my lover is a question I want answered now" her gaze was calm and the coldness was consuming her body. What lust and arousal she had felt was quickly dying.

He wanted to play, she would bide her time and she too would play. He wanted the human girl to have power over her, Aleanna would see to it that the change was made by her as to control the girl herself. Besides, humans were weak and intent on serving the powerful. Not the well endowed.

Damian stood impassive and listened as Alianna spoke.

"Damien, you demand of me this? Why? Power? You think it is so easy to give that which I have? The Gods and Goddesses would have my head if I turned the mass over to you. The gift itself is easy passed on. You would have to take me to the edge and push me over to gain that which you covet. All I want is for you to touch me. Take me in your hands and manipulate that part of me that is still human. I, I cannot give you what you wish"

Even as she refused him he remained muted and perfectly in control, not letting one iota of his anger weep through his barriers, his eyes and face a mask to his thoughts...and plans.


"Is it not enough that I give to you everything I have even myself willinging or even as you like against my will? Why? Tell me why you would use such things to extract your pleasure from me? What have I done to wrong you? That my lover is a question I want answered now"

Her words were flung at him in order to stir him, to break the barriers he had worked at for centuries to put into place, to tear through them and make him defenseless and weak to her.

"Of course my Queen"

He knew what he was going to do. From her own mind he had gleaned the fact she was going to deny him the mortal woman as well as her own powers, and yet as she demanded he answer her he saw the weakness in her plans....and in her.

"You created me against my own will. Where I once was a hunter of vile beast, I became that beast... where I was once capable of love and compassion, that too was replaced with the desire of blood...and power."

Stepping forward he stopped as two paces from his Queen, his body relaxed as was his entire demeanor, looking in every part the perfect and willing servant as he finished his reply.

"You made me a vampire. Your First, a role I served you well in, bringing you all the power and wealth a Queen deserves. I fought your battles for you and always placed the rewards for my efforts at your feet, knowing that as you gained in strength...so did I...

All of these things YOU made ME, but what you failed to give me...was the ability to CARE."

Even before he finished Damian lunged forward, using all his concentration and might to seize Alianna's hair and position her face, his free hand swinging in a deadly arch to deliver the first of many punishing blows to come, driving her backwards to land stunned on the massive beds surface behind her.

Damian was on top of her before she had the chance to utter her displeasure, his hands shredding the clothing from her exquisite body even as he pummeled it with his fists, then moved again and bound her arms wide and helpless to each corner of the four post bed.

Even then he remained cool, reading her thoughts and laughing silently, as Alianna believed he was going to give her what she wanted...in a savage, rough way...

Giving him the time to shred the remaining sheer fabric from her flawless body. and bind her legs apart as well.

"You are right my Queen. You can not give me what I desire, nor I...you. For in your blood you possess ALL of me that was human."

Savagely he slapped her face and was rewarded with a hiss as Alianna snapped her fanged teeth at him, and he slapped her a second time...and then a third.

"What you WILL NOT give...I WILL TAKE."

Gripping Alianna's hair he bent over her, driving his own fangs deep into her throat, tearing open the largest vein to suck and lap at the blood that flowed freely from it.

"What you could have given me...I must render from your body...and instead of being my lover and slave...You will now become...my bitch, for me to drain your body and use you as I please."

Lifting his blood smeared face to hers, he warned her and laughed, opening his mind to let her feel the full brunt of his anger...and see the brutal plans he had in store for her. And as she screamed a second time he drove his face to her neck again, to continue robbing her of her very own lifeblood..and powers.

Stopping at the point where her immortal body could have died, and lifting himself away from her with red eyes...and lips.

To look at her weak but still beautiful and living body.

"I am your Prince now...Alianna, and you are my whore...How willing you are will determine how long and well you LIVE. Please me and I will perhaps grant you a cup of mortal blood in reward as I rape your body...Anger me and I will let the human join in, all the while you knowing I will force you to live and suffer the pains...over.... and over...and over."

Rising from the bed he gazed down at his conquest and smiled his contempt, speaking only after he used her once fine clothing to wipe away the last of her blood from his face and droping the rag to the floor.

"I am going to visit the mortal woman now Alianna...I will not kill her either but place MY mark on her body as I make love to her...Soon she will be one of many in my Clan...and I will have the numbers and powers to claim my place on your throne..."

He was laughing as he strode away, knowing Alianna was too weak to fight him, knowing she couldn't even fight the ropes that bound her wide and vulnerable, and that the curses she threw at him were now too weak to be heard by the unsuspecting mortal in the room down the hall.

~~~

A room he quickly stood in the doorway of, to admire the figure of the woman as she bent over an erotic figurine of two figures twisted together, her face showing curiousity and arousal as she ran her fingers over it.

"It is called the position of rapture...where the man twice takes the woman from behind as she stands for him, perhaps you'd like me to show you..sometime soon...Luna?"

She cried. There was nothing more she could do. She released her tears of anger, frustration and fear. She had lost. Both her powers and him. Yet, she would remain less whole now.

It was said, a man who comes into the blood of power on his own would rule with such force that he would enrapture the sol and take those even the most unwilling.

Damien was strong. Stronger now than before. He could be the one ruler. He could be the power. She had known of all this when she had made him. But at the time, she only saw his beauty and his pain. That was the things she most loved about him.

Now lying spent and used, she wept for the death she would never see. He would never kill her but use her as payment for the wrongs she had done to hiim over the course of their immortal lives together.

Whatever he did to her she supposed she would accept and understand. The one thing she would not was being second only to an immortal wench. If she were to be the toy of the prince, she would make sure she was the first and no matter how many a mortal women he seduced, fucked, then turned, she would see to it she was his favorite. Damien was violent and under his hand she had many times before faught the urge to run from him. The mortals would die under this violence. Maybe excpet the young lady downstairs. She was strong but now that he was in possession of her strengths also, she would be no match. He was a taker. He took whatever and whenver. And he was not to be denied. She had over looked this one simple idea this night. It had almost cost her the life she bore inside her.

Laying in her bonds, she quieted her mind. She needed to drink. He knew that before he left her. Her powers were null but she felt certain she could almost reach his mind. She was useless. Yet, she was not the easy prey he had so hoped to obtain. She would have to be broken and harder than this. She was not by nature an obeying soul. She would have her place either beside him, or, well, the or would be dealt with later.

She tried to call out to him. Laying silently she waitied and listened for him to come back to her.

"It is called the position of rapture...where the man twice takes the woman from behind as she stands for him, perhaps you'd like me to show you..sometime soon...Luna?"

Luna blushed. "Twice takes.. that must be some stamina."

Luna looks over at Damian and that thought of being ready rushes thru her body sending shivers along the spine and thru her belly. She outwardly quivers as her mind mulls over the offer that her puss throbs wanting to accept greedily.

His eyes beckoned her to come to him. She went without a second thought as her mind was entraced by the call of his alluring dark eyes. "Yes, I'd like that very much."