A two fanged Seduction

[FaeBites]

Devianna watched him with livid eyes as he entered, had she been human - a cold sweat would have been trickling down her spine, so much agony his beating heart and lush scent brought to the room. Her hands clenched in their bindings, her arms trembling at the strain, her tongue running over her fangs to try and distract her. She managed a roll of her eyes at his words, desperately seeking her Sire with her mind, but the connection to weak to get words through. She just hoped it had enough strength to give a vague impression of what direction Devianna was in. As soon as they got back within range everything would work smoother.

Devianna vowed to herself the moment she got out of this she was going to put more effort into those exercises Nemesis set to improve her self control. That is if she could even walk straight after her Sire tore her a new one. When he asked for her name Devi looked at him with blatant contempt. “You go to all this trouble chasing after vampires – you don’t even know the name of?” She chortled wickedly, her body swaying lazily, the bloody silk clinging to her body. “No wonder you were so bold and stupid, you should have done your home work before coming after us, pet. You got lucky once with me – it wont happen again.” She promised with icy insistency.

“So what are you going to do? Torture me? I hope you’re planning on feeding me something if you want me to stay awake for it. But that’s up to you, I’m all for naptime.” There was a sincere ring to her words, without blood her body would put her into a catatonic state while it repaired. Sure he could limit her intake to keep her weak, but still awake, but she wasn’t going to be helpful with that. As soon as she regained her strength she was going to leave parts of him all over this house.

“So one of my peers broke your heart hey? Did a good job to by the looks of it. Tell me… did she completely catch you by surprise? Did you have no hint of her other nature?” She purred in delight, “Oh how I wish I’d seen your face when it was revealed, and all sense of ignorance innocence stripped away.” She licked her lips, taunting him in an effort to distract herself.

 

[monique_minx]

Nemesis stood on the tarmac waiting for the large 747 Boeing to taxi on the runway, her cloak fluttering around her body in the cool night air. She had finally changed out of her leather dress and taken to something that both displayed her luscious figure and allowed her to move with all haste. Her jeans were a tight fit and hugged her hips comfortably while her silver halter top was backless with spagetti straps. Her cloak was a green velvet and the hood kept her face from the icy wind.

When the plane finally came to a stop, Nem moved to the doorway where the steps were placed and awaited her friend's arrival. Elizabeth wandered out comfortably in a navy blue evening dress, her lips glowing red and her appearance seemed almost royal.

"Nemesis! My sire, it's delightful to see you again." Elizabeth crooned.

"Batty." Nemesis nodded, indicating she was in no mood for polite conversation.

The pair made their way to Nemesis' waiting limousine, once inside they could speak openly and Elizabeth turned to Nem.

"One hunter caused you so much trouble Nem?"

"One hunter yes, one hunter I severely underestimated. It seems I gave Devianna too much free reign as well." Nemesis spoke coldly.

"She always was one for jumping into things half cocked!" Elizabeth's grin faltered at the expression on Nem's face.

"You would do well to remember that you are younger than her yet Elizabeth and if I recall correctly, the villagers almost burned you alive in your own home in Translyvania back in the 1500's."

"I was petulant, young and foolish Nemesis! No need to go bringing that up!" Elizabeth snapped in embarressment.

Nemesis grinned "I thought you might need a reminder of how many mistakes you could make yourself."

The limousine continued down the road towards the safehouse and the two women plotted the best way to retrieve Devianna in silence.

 

[Bsquad]

Andre listened to the female's rambling attacks in silence, his gaze never wavering. In fact he looked as though he were incredibly interested in what he was hearing. He even nodded as if in understanding of what she had said. It was strange, he wasn't reacting to the insults the way a normal man might...but then, Andre wasn't a normal man. He'd heard it all before, every insult, every slight, every belittling comment, nothing shook him anymore. As the female made her comment about the woman he had loved and killed, he slowly stood up, smiling slightly and walking towards her as she hung suspended.

"Name?" He asked again calmly. He looked at her hanging there as he stood just out of reach. He'd learned enough about their kind to know that right now his beating heart was enough to drive her insane. He raised his hand up towards her mouth, wiggling his fingers just out of reach of her teeth.

"I know that you're hungry. You want to feed, it's burning inside you, the hunger for blood. But you don't need it. Not yet at least. I could leave you hanging for another day. Perhaps ask you then. But you'd be hungry, tired and still weak. And it would burn more." He said, with a calm tone. He removed his hand from close porximity to her face, and turned to walk across the garage. He opened a fridge and removed a small vinyl bag. Inside was a liquid that was a deep rich red.

Blood.

"I'm not a monster, I can give both a stick and a carrot. Answer, and you can feed. Refuse again, and something unplesant will happen. Do we understand?"

"Name?" He asked again.

 

[FaeBites]

Devi swore silently as it appeared the mortal had done some research of his own. His closeness burnt like a hot coal against her throat, the bloodlust’s pain moving from her slender throat to scream in every part of her body. Unconsciously she leant forward, drawn towards his beating heart like a moth to a flame. Her eyes not wavering from the closeness of his hand, willing him to stray even just a millimetre into her range. She watched him unnervingly, the yearning in her eyes stronger then any other hold a person could have on another. Her hunger was nothing like a mortals need for food. Blood wasn’t only a vampire’s nourishment; it was their strength, their warmth and their life force. It had a hold on a vampire like the sweetest, most unrelenting curse.

The need for blood was so much more then a standard addiction, her bloodlust could eclipse any damage a cokehead could do when denied their next hit. It was this power he held over her that made her squirm, that made her eyes glimmer black and gold in their lust. Even that little sterile, cold, lifeless packet of blood he pulled from the fridge was becoming as good looking as a perfectly aged brandy to an alcoholic. Her tongue traced a fang again, her lips parted as she panted slightly, her body screaming for blood.

She didn’t even acknowledge the threat, didn’t have to contemplate it, the blood took up her vision and her resolve crumbled. “Devianna.” She answered quickly, straining at the chains. “My name is Devianna. Feed?” Her eyes didn’t bother moving back to his face, they remained locked on the promise of nourishment. Her attitude, even speech, changed as the bloodlust took over and her control weathered beneath it’s onslaught. Kitten weak and yearning, she’d later despise and hate what the bloodlust turned her into, one of the most powerful vampiresses in the continent before Nemesis. But for now was blissfully unaware of anything but the beautifully crimson droplets.

 

[Bsquad]

Andre smiled in satisfaction at Devianna's reply to his question. He'd known a weakness...the weakness of her kind. The thirst. No matter how much strength that she might have posessed, no matter how much resolve, to be denied this vital esssence, she became little more than a hungry and weak creature. It was a satisfaction that he had learned long ago, keeping his victims as weak and so deep in hunger that resistance was little more than a fantasy.

"Very good, that wasn't so difficult, was it Devianna?" Andre said, lifting the bag of fluid and swinging it back and forth before her, teasing her with it again.

"You provided me with an answer, and I shall give you want you want. I'm afraid it is not as warm as your kind prefer." Andre said, lifting the bag up to Devianna's lips for her to sink her fangs into it.

"You answered, you can feed. You want to know about the first? That one woman who I thought was human,but instead was one of your kind? Yes, I was honest when I said that I loved her. She was everything I had ever wanted in life. She...completed me." He said, looking up at her.

"Of course, I didn't know just what she was. How could I? Your kind are so very, very careful your existence is merely a story told to entertain. But one can't ignore all the signs. When you eliminate the impossible, the remaining, no matter how improbable...is the truth. But such philisophical reasoning had nothing to do with it. I saw her feeding once. I felt her trying to make me forget, but she couldn't. I killed her for that, twisting my mind...manipulating me. I couldn't trust anything she had ever said, anything that she had ever done...anything that I had ever felt for her." Andre said with a sigh.

"So tell me about yourself Devianna. What were you before you were turned into a manipulative vampire whore?"

 

[FaeBites]

A hassled growl rolled from her tongue as he held the bag just out of reach. Not responding to his taunts, her pupils swayed with the bag. Finally he brought it into reach, and her soul cried out in relief, loosing no time in sinking her fangs easily through the plastic barrier, letting the cool crimson droplets flood her mouth. While normally Devi would have scoffed at the sterile, cold fluid, that held no real claim to the pleasure of the warm, living essence as it bleed right from a victim, her body wasn’t so picky right now. Immediately her skin didn’t seem so pale, hungrily drinking, shivering as it finally began to soothe the coal of bloodlust that got trapped in her throat. All to soon it was empty though; unable to subdue the soft whimper as her eyes flickered back open, golden once more, when she’d bled the baggie dry.

The blood immediately absorbed into the wounded areas, the chambers of her labouring heart swiftly healing, the scarred bullet holes in her chest smoothly healing over before his eyes. All to quickly though, just as it had the first time, the blood ran out. It hadn’t been enough to heal and replenish her strength, so she still dangled, weak and bloodthirsty, from his steel manacles. Still tortured by his scent, however, no longer distracted by her wounds, she regained some control over her mind again.

She listened to him with as much interest as she could muster; it was always good to know everything about your intended prey. And what was history but for a paved walkway for the present? Well Nemesis had something like that anyway; she was the one to go to for the mindfuck mental element. Devi only delved into that on impulse when she knew it’d make the victim scream louder. There was no sympathy for the mortal in her eyes; she didn’t even bother trying to fake some, had the unknown vampiress really loved him? Perhaps. Not all vampires were as twisted as Nemesis and Devianna. She’d even heard myths of emotional connections between mortals and immortals. Though she found the whole thing utterly disgusting. Mortals were after all, like cattle to her. Some just having slightly more bite then moo.

She mused over his question, her head tilting, her eyes slowly loosing their golden shine as she realised there was no blood to come. Devi’s tongue moistened her lips, clearing any remain droplets from her flesh. She seemed undisturbed by his insult, as per usual, barely batting a long black eyelash. Her mind brushed against her bound with Nemesis, but the blood had been enough to heal, not to strengthen. She needed more. “Is there a reward for answering this one?” She inquired, her eyes unable to help but linger on the pulsing artery in his throat. She dragged them back to his own, the deadly, calculating presence once more in control, rather then her bloodlust. Though she knew it wouldn’t take much to appeal to that side of her once more, which irked her further.

 

[Bsquad]

Andre discaded the bag. He had measured well, it had been enough to sate her hunger and give her back some of her mind, but not enough to give her full strength and heal herself. He would have known rather quickly if that had been the case. But he'd done this before, and the mistakes he had previously made had been well learned. Now, he sat down again to look up at her. He noticed the odd gold shine in her eyes and was intrigued, that was something that he had never seen. He almost asked about that, but she hadn't answered his other question, and two answers would mean two rewards. He smiled as she asked just that.

"Quite correct Devianna, I didn't say the punishment or the reward. The reward is that you get let down. Not unrestrained...but you'll gain enough leash to stand, maybe even sit. If you refuse...I get to feel that lovely silk dress of yours against my skin." Andre said with a professional tone. There was something erie in that tone, a sadist would sound pleased, a rapist would sound hungry, a reluctant hero would sound disgusted...but Andre...he just sounded like he was doing a job that he neither cared for nor hated.

Just a job.

"Now, we've been over this, answer, reward. Refuse, punishment. Now, Devianna, what were you before you were turned to a vampire?" Andre said...and that was another disturbing moment. He used the word 'turned'. He didn't belitle or insult...he used their term, and he hadn't called her a whore or a manipulator. It was as if he was trying to build a rapport...like a police officer did when interrogating a criminal, someone who was wrong, and someone who was to be disliked...but insulting and berating them would merely be counter productive.

 

[FaeBites]

Devianna weighed her options carefully, while being spiteful and pissing him off was a definite plus, the use of her arms and legs would definitely be a pro in any escape attempt. Besides, the idea of that warm blood filled skin pressing against her body was torment enough, let alone the reality of it. She didn’t seem phased by threat of rape, not yet anyway, him loosing himself into the throws of passion might give her the chance she’d need to slip under the radar. Besides, the vampiress could compartmentalize well. It came with surviving all she had.

His composure was eerie; in all her years Devianna could say she’d never been threatened by someone so… emotionally unattached. Emotions were the liability anyone could count on, whether for making mistakes, or gauging reactions and personality. Emotions could be used to control, weaken and manipulate. Without them, she was at another disadvantage. She didn’t despair though; it was all about finding his buttons. Everyone had them, weakness or fuses that just had to be pressed or stroked the right way. Anyone who said they didn’t suffered from a severe lack of insight.

Her skin itched at the use of ‘leash’, resenting her loss of control that got her into this situation once more. She glowered at him for a moment, but the lure of stable ground was to pleasant to ruin their current give and take relationship just yet. She’d just wait till he gave her enough leash to strangle him with. “I was an assassin.” She replied finally, the words reluctant at first. “Killing those Vlad didn’t desire to play with himself, or couldn’t reach. Torturing others when he wished to see if I would squirm under his instruction. Forced to keep his bed warm after I killed his wife under his orders.” She said the words bitterly, though unattached enough to ponder how he reacted to them. Annoyed that the answer now opened the floodgate of memories. The smell of roasting flesh reached her nose, dying screams filled her ears. She used to think the ghosts of all the innocents they had killed stood around her bed at night, denying her sleep. She’d been fifteen when he decided not to kill her along with her family. She spent a year as his captive, and several more as his creation. She didn’t know which ones were worse.

But Nemesis had saved her. That was all she wished to remember.

“Satisfied?” She inquired, knowing she’d barely scratched the surface of her past. She’d been twisted and merciless before she was turned, the strength just gave her the means to reap her ultimate revenge. It was the last sentimental thing she had done, kill Vlad the Impaler. She closed the door on her past the moment she finally bled the life from his eyes. Nem, at least, hadn’t denied her that.

 

[Bsquad]

Andre listened and didn't let his face betray the suprise he felt. No matter how many times he heard how old a Vampire was...he never could keep from being shocked by the information. One had said he'd fought in World War 2 and looked like he was barely old enough to drive...and now Devianna had lived over six centuries ago, as Vlad the Impailer's own assassin no less! He'd heard of the Hungarian despot, even studied him briefly since he had been one of the origional inspirations for the vampire 'myth'. But to be sitting here and listening to someone who had lived alongside the man! That was suprising to say the least.

"An interesting story." He said flatly, his voice almost coming across as disinterested.

"How did your sire find you? Or rather why did she turn you?" He asked, as if he were just rembering the questions.

"For her own lusts or did you wish it? Answer, and you'll get a chair, perhaps a blanket for the evening, refuse, and you'll lose what you have." He asked, his head cocked to the side as he reached out to the packing crate next to him and he retrived the small remote control on it. He pointed it at the winch and the device whirred to live, slowly lowering down Devianna from where she hung so that she could kneel with her arms over her head, or stand with her arms at her waist.

 

[FaeBites]

Devianna was unconvinced with his flat reply, her lips pursing in thought. She sighed as the questions came again, refusing to even form the reply until her feet touched solid ground. The release of tension off her arms brought a soft sigh of relief to her lips. Her legs shook for a moment, her standing precarious as her weak body remembered the muscles needed to stay in place. Her wrists twisted in their confines, easing their ache, the bruising that mirrored the metals touch slowly fading back to normal skin. Sometimes she wished she could control her bodies impulse to heal, times like these she’d prefer to divert the strength to contacting her sire. She was sure Nemesis would have tought her had she sat still long enough to learn.

She took as much time as she dared, not willing to return to the limbo state of mocking gravity. She shook back her hair, leaving her arms bound but held to her chest so there was slack in the chain. “Vlad attracted a lot of attention, I wasn’t so discrete myself. There were gruesome prayers that Vlad would send his angel of death, and not come himself. But she turned me because of many things, you’d have to ask her yourself to get an exact reply. I was merciless, determined, sadistic and dead inside already. I longed for challenges, and hated my master. Mostly, I think instinct just paid off.” She watched him a moment, her voice as disinterested as his own but unable to withhold the slight brush of reverence. She worshiped her sire after all, at first for saving her from Vlad, and then for the rest of eternity.

“She came to me first, and gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse. And here I am.”

Her head tilted once more, with an impatient glance, the offer of blankets or chair didn’t really give much. She just wanted to not be hanging form the ceiling. She after all, was unaffected by the temperature, and could stand sentinel for days before needing the impulse to move. Boredom was her major vice. “This chit-chat is really stimulating and all, but seriously, where do you think this is going? She’s going to find us. Or I’m going to eventually escape and kill you. You’re in a loose - loose situation.”

 

[Bsquad]

Andre actually smiled as Devianna told him about the situation he was in.

"Oh, I know that entirely Devianna. Your sire can more than likely find you, but not quickly, not immedieatly. Even if she could, she still has to get here, dosen't she? That takes time, time enough that I am content to sit and wait and...chit-chat. I would have thought you wouldn't mind speaking...or shall I say, looking down upon a lesser?" He asked, still sounding amused rather than terrified. She might have held the power to kill him before and fritterd in away, but right here and now he was in control of the situation and he was not going to let foolish pride get into his way. He stood up and walked towards Devianna, mindful of her new mobility.

"You think I let you live on a whim? How else do you think I am going to kill your sire?" He asked, andin a suprising motion, reached out and grasped her chin to look at her.

"Of course, I could leave you suspened, in the dark, and in silence, allow you to relive your own thoughts while we wait for however long it takes. Or I could ask questions of you, show some interst in what you were before you were corrupted and turned into nothing more than a blight upon humanity." He said, his voice beginning to show some emotion...and all of it was anger.

"But if questions don't suit, and darkness is too boring, we can always do something that would drive you insane. I know that you still hunger...you still yearn to feed on warm blood. The same that flows inside my veins. Think of what it would be like inside you? For I know that your lusts are not just to feed on humans but to debase and pervert them." Andre said, holding her chin firmly in his grip and gazing at her golden eyes. He wuickly removed his hand, leaving pale marks where his fingers were, and walked around her, this time looking her up and down.

"You know, it is strange to be inside one of your kind...it feels different. Perhaps better, but the sensation of the coolness of your skin is so very...unusual." He said, as if he were speaking to a third person while his hand reached out and slid across Devianna's behind, touching the skin through the fine silk.

 

[monique_minx]

Miles away Nemesis could sense Devianna feeding, it was disgusting to her; Nemesis had never known the ability to be so revolted by her fledgling feeding. It was cool and unnatural, synthetic almost and Nemesis had to stop herself from dry retching.

"Putrid!" Nemesis snarled, startling Elizabeth who sat across the table from her.

They had reached Nem's safehouse, a brothel on the edge of the city where each of her whores was a vampiress and lured men there to feed on them. It was a near perfect disguise for Nem and she enjoyed it immensely, the sin, the sex, the hunger...

"Something wrong Sire?" Elizabeth asked with an eyebrow cocked.

"She fed! He fed her something...artificial! It's vile! I can taste it!" Nemesis spat her words angrily as though the taste would leave her mouth if she could think of the right word to describe how horrid it was.

"Can you connect to her then?" Elizabeth asked, ignoring Nem's outburst as she was long accustomed to them.

Nemesis waited a long moment before answering Elizabeth, "no...no...she's too weak...I can make a word or two pass through but she can't reply to me..."

Elizabeth thought for a moment, "do it, tell her something useful? Warn her that we are coming perhaps?"

Nemesis shook her head, "she's in the hands of this hunter, I do not trust her to know anything right now. Devianna isn't that difficult to break when she's hungry. She knows I will come for her..."

Devianna, I will come for you and I order you to tell this hunter nothing of importance about me...he cannot know anything of use. I know you are weakened but you will survive, do not tell him anything about Elizabeth either. You know I call her in on occasions such as these...

Nemesis broke off the connection and slumped on the table, it had cost her a great deal of strength to send that message to Devi as she had to double her efforts to get it through. Elizabeth pushed a wine glass filled with red liquid towards Nemesis and she drank it gratefully, the blood was still warm and fresh...

 

[FaeBites]

Devianna felt the growl rumble in her throat as he spoke so calmly of killing Nemesis, but she let it peal out into a mocking, disbelieving laugh as instinct gave way to logic. He didn’t hold a chance; luck had given him Devi, but none of the forces in the world would save him from her Sires wrath. Even just the tingle of it she got through their connection every now and then was enough to make her heart skip a little; knowing that salvation from the mortal would also then lead to possible centuries of punishment.

Her eyes narrowed as he came closer, his words enticing a slight quiver of her lip in a restrained snarl. His sudden hold of her chin caused a soft hiss of fury, her fingers itching to snap the wrist that held her. But alas, she still didn’t have the strength. She noted with interest when the anger began to lace his words for reference later though. Her pupils contracting as he threatened torturing her through her bloodlust. She seethed as her mind grasped at the feelings he projected, the slight feral sheen to the gold indicating he’d roused her bloodlust significantly. Devi struggled to remain in control; the sound of his heart beat boomed through her body, magnified by his touch. His scent enveloping her senses, her lips parted, fangs glistening with denied intent.

Her head swung back as he realised her, having been unconsciously trying to pull away. Then, just as he trailed around behind her, Nemesis’s voice whispered into her skull. The stiffening of her body could be disguised by his caress, but her eyes were distant, shielded from his view as he teased her from behind. Nem? Nemesis?! SIRE! The words couldn’t get through, and she squirmed in frustration. Several thoughts running through her mind at once, such as what she defined as ‘useful’, relief that she wasn’t being abandoned, and why the fuck she had to involve Elizabeth. The last one provoking a stubborn pang of jealousy, apparently a few centuries didn’t consume her immediate dislike of the other fledgling. Not that Devianna was one to admit jealousy.

Returning to the present, Devi thought quickly, arching her body back into the touch, flaunting her figure. “Trust me, the sex only gets better with age and power.” She purred, lust lacing her words. “Let me show you just how mind blowing it can be…” Yes, she played into his whoreish opinion, but anything was worth a try. The chances of him forgetting himself enough to come close enough to bite was unlikely, but she had nothing to lose. Her Sires commands wound around her throat like a metal collar, granted it was a lot more pliable then usual given their distance. But still, she’d been commanded, this was not something she would defy her mistress on.

 

[Bsquad]

"Oh my, I never would think that a vampire would find lust as engrossing as feeding. But I guess that the two are so closely linked, the flesh and the pleasures of it." His voice had turned flat once more...and sounding tired, like he had had this enticement before. He kept his eyes on her face, looking into it as if he was searching desperatly for something that was trapped and hidden. But for the few seconds that he searched, he didn't seem to find what he was looking for.

"I never seem to find that trace of humanity inside any of you. I wonder why that is? I know that it was still there in Brianna...but I've never seen it again." Andre said, still watching her with a frown. He reached back and grabbed the remote, raising the winch again and lifting her arms to take her off balance. He reached out, and in one brutal motion grasped the silk dress and ripped it at the shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. In the same motion his foot kicked out and caught her knee...the sudden violence of the action was enough to take her off guard and leave her dangling from her arms, her feet on the ground, her knees still hanging.

Before she could stand up, he reached out again and grasped her throat with one hand, squeezing at the slightly cooled flesh. He bent her head back and he looked down at her, reveling in the malice that he saw there. He laughed at that look. He twisted her head back, and lifted slightly, suprisingly strong enough to pull the vampiress up from where she hung. Andre leaned close to her face, so tauntingly close to her mouth.

"So just how do you plan on pleasing me without sucumbing to that nasty urge of yours to bite." Andre asked, his face creeping closer to Devianna's, close enough for his words to breathe wind across her face.

 

[FaeBites]

“When you’ve seen the times change as I have, when you’ve seen humanity perverse itself over and over again, when you’ve done the things I’ve done and taken pleasure in it. I am not human, Andre. I may feel anger, love and feel pleasure and pain. But I am not human.” His name she remembered from the first brush with his conscious mind along the halls of their abode. She used it now, dragging the familiarity and using that as an opening to drive the words home. “The vampires you’ve caught before have been young, still in touch with the mortal they once were. It makes them weaker, and less willing to do what needs to be done to survive.”

She snarled as he dragged her arms up, fighting against the mechanical strength. The sudden sound of ripping material made her body go rigid, the cooler air dancing over her full breasts as they hung free, bared for inspection. Her legs twisted, the white sheer lace of her panties leaving little to the imagination. As he struck her knees, throwing her off balance, her arms yanked taut with the chain. Her breath hissed, her eyes malicious. She was struggling to find her feet when his hand crushed her throat, her eyes dragging to his with all the desire for his death burning within them. Her skin itched as his strength out controlled her own, disgusted at the way he could contort her body, helpless in his hold. Her breaths quickened, an instinctual action given she actually didn’t require oxygen to survive.

Each one dragged his intoxicating scent to the hungry beast within, her fangs clearly visable in her slightly parted lips. So close, so close, and yet so far away! She struggled to be indifferent, holding her breath to avoid his scent, but his heart beat pounded in her ears. The feel of his breath on her skin and she couldn’t help but squirm in his grip, she licked her lips, and in a show of immense will power, retracted her fangs. “Who said there wouldn’t be biting? Trust me, you’ll never come so hard with my lips against your flesh.” She purred, converting her frustration into something more helpful to work with.

“It’s been so long, since I’ve felt a mortal move inside of me, felt the heat of your flesh scorch my own. Let me please you.” Her voice purred, soft and feminie, and so very filled with promise. She looked deeply into his eyes, very slightly trying to catch him under her hypnotism, her words were brushed with it, looking for it to pass under his radar and straight to his subconscious. It had been so long since the last mortal she’d come across with a natural aversion to it’s effects. But it was just a process of getting around the shield, or striking enough of a blow to pierce it. Strong emotions also tended to weaken it; but she’d already met that issue with her captor. Yes, Devianna had spent plenty of time experimenting with the last mortal. She had some very fond memories of the time. Though she doubted the mortal enjoyed it as much.

 

[Bsquad]

Andre could feel the sensation beneath his fingers of Devianna's breath quickening slightly, perhaps if she had a heart he might have felt her pulse quicken. But he knew that she didn't posess that organ, either metaphorically speaking...or a literal working organ. Her body was bare before him, and his eyes surveyed it with detached interest. She had a delightful form, the perfection of it was a sickening contrast to the wrongness of what she was. He didn't release her throat, instead he leaned down to her. There was a gold tinge to her eyes, and he could see her fangs slowly retract. His hand released her quickly, quickly enough that she dropped again.

He staightened again and took a moment to compose himself. Andre could sense something in his brain. It was that subtle caress that he had known and been repulsed by. But the feeling was different. He knew it was there, he could feel it needling at his brain, trying to turn his thoughts into something different from what he wanted. He'd turned his back on her, forcing himself to hide his face. She was trying to manipulate him, and he knew that she couldn't...but she didn't know that...it was a dangerous game, he couldn't overplay it. He'd have to play a careful line...a very careful line.

Andre slowly turned and swept his eyes across her body, lingering on the perfect curves of her body. He stepped forward again, and this time ran his hand across the side of the vampiress's face.

"You wish for my flesh, and not my blood? I don't believe that for a second, but I think I will avoid enjoying that mouth of yours...if it's all the same to you." Andre said with a snarl, and then with a cobra quick movement his hand grabbed a hank of Devianna's hair and yanked her to her feet. The motion pulled the chain around her neck and held her still. Before she could even register a protest, his hand ran across the small of her back and down across the white lace of her panties.

"Such a pure color for something so tainted." He whispered his hand grasping the garmet and pulling it down her thighs. Andre's face had adopted an expression that seemed to mix pleasure and hatred at the same time, and even he didn't know which he was feeling more at the moment.

 

[FaeBites]

Devianna couldn’t help but growl as he released her to gravity once more. Getting more then sick of the petty humans handling. As he turned away her eyes dragged to her chained wrists, testing the steel and the give, her calculating eyes plotting. She remained unmoved when he turned back however, her gaze having tried it’s damnedest to burn a hole straight through his heart. The mockery of intimacy put her teeth on edge as he touched her face, her eyes remaining smouldering locked to his own, trying to determine whether he’d been even slightly susceptible to her hypnosis.

His quickness managed to surprise her again, years of seeing humans as inferior sometimes causing more harm then worth. She hissed as he yanked her head back, the chains slack twisting around her neck and constricting as she was dragged to her feet. She swallowed, struggling against him uselessly, doing nothing but causing the chain to choke her further. While she didn’t need oxygen, there were veins in her neck that supplied blood to her brain, and nerves that screamed in protest.

She found her inability to pull away as choking as the chain, her hands yanked tightly to her body as they lost the previous slack. Once more, vulnerable and unable to defend herself. She hissed at him, her hypnosis having obviously not worked she dropped the pretense of lust for now. Snapping her teeth at him, though they got no way near. “I’m going to look forward to hearing your screams, you’re going to beg me for death by the end of it – mortal!” She went to say more when a sudden drag on the chain tightened it to the point where no words, nor air could get passed. She squirmed uselessly, the loss of her panties heightening just sort of torture her captor could go into.

She'd lived through an era with Vlad the Impaler though; her eyes challenged him to do his worse. She would not break for him.

 

[Bsquad]

The sudden return of Devianna's fire brought a smile fo Andre's face. He knew that she wasn't some submssive slut, she was a vampiress who wanted to fight. She'd kill him if she had a chance, half a chance...and she'd enjoy doing it by the milimeter, probably feeding on him more than once, or she'd turn him. Torture him with the fate of becoming one of them. But as the song went, you became the thing you hate. He loathed that fate more than any other. Death...he would be at peace and be vindicated in his crusade. Life, he would carry on, no matter what grievence was levied against him. But turning into one of them?

He'd burn himself alive at that fate. The urge to feed, the change into something wrong...he closed his eyes and shivered. Opening them again he looked down at Devianna and that look of pleasure and hatred had been replaced with one of the utmost loathing. He glared down at her, something wild in his eyes.

"You're another whore, just like her. You want to twist my mind and can't stand when it dosen't work. You're most viceral of abilities, the most invaisive...and it dosen't work on me. How many more like me have you found? How many more can fight you? Best you?" Andre snarled at her, pulling on the chain and lifting her head, then twisting it so that blood could reach her brain once more...it would do no good for her to lose herself to darkness.

"I can't be twisted...I refuse to be twisted. But you won't push me to kill you...I know you aren't doing it to save your Sire. Your kind of vermin are too selfish for that." Andre snarled again, his hand drifting along Deviana's spine, up from the small of her back and tracing each vertebra of her spine slowly. He'd known that her kind were so intent on control, so determined to be the ones doing the dominating.

"You'll be at my command, and when your sire comes for you, I'll kill her...or perhaps capture her, and torture you both for your evils...perhaps in front of one another?" Andre mused aloud, he savored the thought. They would despise that, and he would revel in it, not for the physical pleasure, but the base enjoyment of punishing them...debasing them...destroying them. Andre let out a contented sigh as his hand reached the nape of Devianna's neck and snatched at her hair. The grip was hard, but the release of tension on the chain let her blood flow again. Andre shifted his position slightly, standing behind Devianna, close enough that her naked behind was against his jeans.

"You face it now. But you'll enjoy it as much as you hate it, because at the base of it all, you're nothing more than a whore." Andre growled.

 

[FaeBites]

“You know nothing of us ‘vermin’,” She snarled, thrashing against him. “I’d die for my Sire if she wished it. You’ve never found a bond like ours; you’ll never experience one either, complete and utter acceptance. I may make mistakes, she may hold my leash, but we’ve spent centuries in each other’s minds. No other knows me so, bonds of servitude and loyalty and love, bind me in ways you could never understand! I pity you, in your revenge driven state of mind, always in torment, always alone. Perhaps Brianna truly did love you. Perhaps she truly loved you too much to know how to reveal herself completely. Perhaps you could have been truly happy. But instead you’re left to live, fight and die alone. I may be a monster, but I know love, so who is the real monster then?”

She threw the words at him, incensed with protective rage as he spoke of Nemesis so. Were she not so sure of how easily her sire could over come him, she would have killed herself to save Nemesis. But she was confident in the other woman’s abilities. Besides, as she’d said, he’d have never come across their bond before. He wouldn’t know how each injury to her could weaken Nemesis. But Devianna was prepared; prepared to do the one thing she’d never had a need to do in their whole time together. She was prepared to wall her sire from her mind the moment Andre became violent.

His touch as it traced her spine irritated her further, the relaxing of the chain having cleared the fog of deprivation from her mind slightly as well. Her eyes glowed ferally as he snatched at her hair; the pain arching her back and pressing the bare skin of her body against his own heated form. Bloodlust raged in her throat, her fangs pressing insistently against her lips, but her fury kept her sane. She could feel the press of his growing errection against the swell of her bottom, her eyes, now a bottomless black that obscured even the whites of her eyes was forced towards the ceiling.

“Perhaps I wont kill you.” She said finally, calming her voice enough into a mocking drawl, “I’ll just torture your body with pain and pleasure for months, until when you’re finally begging me for death, I deny you even that right – eternally. You’ve never felt anything quite like the bond to ones sire, Andre. Each day you burnt for death, to destroy yourself, as you’d become the very thing you despise, only to have me deny you that wish. You’d be mine for eternity; never able to raise a hand against me, or any one I didn’t wish. Living in a cesspool of continual self loathing, just a creature of my whim and the bloodlust.”

She laughed then, mocking and promising, and he’d know she’d have every means of carrying that situation out were she given the chance. “I’ve dealt with your kind before, perhaps not so resourceful, nor lucky, but they still fall. You are, after all, only mortal. Have your fun now, pet. You’re mine – for eternity” She grinned, the vicious whisper seeming to ignore her current situation. Giggling again in a way that couldn’t be entirely humane, nor sane.

 

[Bsquad]

The wicked grin that had been on Andre's face shifted into the expressionless masque that he had worn before. The sudden eruption of rage and hatred had been so satisfying that he almost decided to probe further. But he let the emotion die before it had the chance to grow. Pride was not what he wanted to draw on, joy wasn't either. If she knew that she had provoked reaction she would have something to use against him. He had released her, but the last thing that she said...threatening to turn him...that cut deep into his own hatred.

He'd been gentle up to this point, everything that he had done before this moment had been calcuated, considered, undertaken out of need and not out of simple hate or sadism...but that threat, that simple threat had turned his mind away from calm detachment and into something darker and much more vicious. It was strange, he'd been so satisfied that he'd provoked her but now it had washed away from his thoughts. He didn't bother to curse her, he didn't even think of speaking, instead he let out a low snarl of anger and with one movement of his knee spread her legs and he shoved her forward, pressing her neck down into the tightly wrapped chain.

He felt her cool body through his pants and ignored the sickening sensation, instead he could feel the curves of her body, the swell of her rump, and the teasing feel of her pussy. He reached his hand down and yanked off the white lace that she had worn. His hand slid up and stroked her mound roughly, the motion of a man exploring what he was about to take rather than the delicate touch of a lover. His left forearm pressed down into her back between her shoulder blades, keeping Devianna off balance.

"You'll pay for that threat whore." Andre growled and his right hand drifted back, grasped his belt and undid his trousers. His cock was stiff, not from attraction, but aroused from the prospect of punishment...the thought of making this creature suffer and to dominate her. His tip brushed along her cool slit, threatening her with what was to come.

 

[FaeBites]

Her choice for enraging him seemed to have worked; some might think her either incredibly suicidal or masochistic for trying to press those buttons. But it all led to control in the end. She felt the searing ripple of his rage, and found fear uncurling in her stomach once more. Irritated that she should feel it twice, so closely together after centuries without it brought a vicious look to her face. His snarl daggering along the back of her neck as he thrust her forward, the sudden loss of movement once more, the chain restricting around wrists and throat, and she thrashed. The loss of her panties didn’t go unnoticed, and while she had known this was the inevitable from the start, she couldn’t help but despise the press of him.

The chains not only marked insistently against her pale flesh, but dragged on her free spirit, and soul – depending on which story you believed about the undead having them. Being so weak, so vulnerable, was as strong as any pain or humiliation. And should he know that, she tucked away everything her Sire had commanded her not to reveal into a dark corner of her mind. She refused to break, but she had underestimated this mortal before, and learnt from that mistake.

She smothered the despair-tinged denial as she felt the heat of his erection press against her, his touch so insistently possessive she couldn’t bare it. The only one who had the right to touch her so was her Sire. Her hands clenched in the manacles, straining against the steel, once more wondering how she’d ever survived as a mortal with such lack of strength. Devianna snarled, her fangs snapping at the air as her muscles quivered, feeling him line up. She panicked momentarily, struggling against him and the chains to little effect.

“Fuck you, mortal.” She hissed, her eyes once more black at the immediate threat. “I’ll make you scream, I’ll make you beg for my blood, make you enjoy it! You’ll cower at my feet my willpower rooting you to the spot while I drip blood before you. You’ll yearn for it; you’ll offer me anything I wish. Perhaps I’ll give you to the sires of all the vampires you’ve killed. So they can exact their revenge for the pain! I’ll see you humiliated and whimpering, just another broken fledgling begging for blood.”

Was angering him further a smart idea? Probably not. But Devianna refused to enter into her rape with any form of docility or submissiveness. His arousal flushed the room even further with his scent, and the vampire was barely withholding from drooling. Each brush of his flesh sending a bloodlust induced shiver racing her spine. She snarled at him in till the chain refused to allow her another breath. The rumble in her throat both animalistic and desperate.

 

[Bsquad]

He couldn't feel her emotions, and on an intelectual level Andre knew that he was deeply disadvantaged by that since she could feel everything that was coarsing through his body, all his rage, all his anger...and all his fear, mixing within his soul like some undulating creature that grew in power with every beat of his heart, every draw of breath. For as long as he lived he would feel that creature, and as hard as he had tried to martial it beneath a facade of calm and strength...but now, Devianna had done just enough to coax the best from it's cage. He was a far more troubled soul than the Vampiress had ever met in her travels and centuries of life. He had done terrible things, done them without flinching...but he had not always been that way.

Andre had once been a normal man, knowing nothing of the darker side of existence, knowing nothing but a simple life. He'd ironcally been a Marshall, an upholder of the law, a man of honor. Then he'd fallen in love. Fallen in love with a woman who was something that he didn't understand...but he didn't care. He'd loved her, even though they'd only met at night, even though when they were together she had felt strange...even when he'd been inside her she had been different. He had loved her, and yet when he had seen what she was, when he had discovered what she had been. He'd killed her, without thought, without question. A crime of passion they would call it, but such passion had left the wound that had festered, that had grown. Untill now he had become a corrupted soul, deranged and full of hatred.

He grinned at Devianna's snarled threat. His left arm pressed down on her back, pressing her further into the chains. He slid the length of his cock across her opening, feeling the coolness of her arousal sliding across his member. He let out a satisfied noise at that.

"So you are enjoying this whore? I'm not suprised. I already have your blood Devianna, but right now, I'll have you. You'll moan, and you'll scream...but you'll find your rape to your pleasure." He growled and his right hand reached out towards her face, his fingers taunting the enraged female as they caressed her face from behind, coming so dangerously close to her gnashing fangs...he knew she wanted blood, he knew that she wouldn't have it just yet. He'd toy with her, violate her, and leave her here, hanging from the ceiling...burning from the thirst and still filled with his seed. With a growl he adjusted his cock, and forced his way inside her cold pussy. The feeling was so familar that for a moment he had a flashback of that woman...that woman that he loved...Andre's face twisted, and he filled her with his length. The savagry of the motion shifted Devianna forward onto her toes even as he yanked back on the chain.

"Do you like it whore? Is this really a rape, or do you delight in this?" He snarled, his voice full of hatred.

 

[FaeBites]

Her eyes fell closed as he spoke of her enjoyment, her body betrayed by the blood lust. She could forgive it however, rathering herself lubricated for his force, then having him taring at her unresponsive flesh. Devianna could feel his heat slide against her, teasing her, threatening her. She swallowed compulsively, the bloodlust drying her mouth until even the thought of the red liquid drove her wild with lust. His words were as inspiring as her own had been, she struggled, though the chain merely tightened around her delicate seeming throat.

The caress of his fingers left lines of fire along her cheek, no manner of thrashing would bring them to her fangs. His growl should have prepared her, and for all her plans, her willpower and determination – the cry she’d promised herself she wouldn’t give him was forced passed her lips as he pressed inside. Her muscles spasmed at the sudden pain, the heat of his member seemed extreme enough to be burning her. The sensation of his blood-engorged cock throbbing inside of her near drove her insane. Her body squirmed, arched, panting in a sickened, desperate gasps.

For some reason, shame swamped her, the inability to defend herself form his attention rising bile in her throat. Her plan for when he turned violent was pushed forward, as she didn’t want her Sire aware of her like this. She used the pain and bloodlust to strengthen their bond momentarily, allowing her silent voice to whisper into her Sires mind just once.

I’m sorry, Sire.

The words were tinged with her emotions, then she retreated back into her mind with a slam. It was difficult to focus with his warring sensations and bloodlust, but she was determined. She rose the steel walls she’d never needed to use before, that denied Nemesis access to her thoughts and feelings. Cutting her off from the rape as quickly as though sliced away by a knife. Sure, Nemesis could break the walls in an emergency. But with a serious risk to Deviannas mental health.

“Is that all you have? Sickening, mortal. Your dead grand father could do a better job at possessing me.” She snarled, twisting to relieve some pressure on her neck. Without blood her skin was starting to remain bruised, the dark colours marring her porcelain skin as much as her snarl marred her angelic features. The vampire arched back into him, twisting suddenly and lashing out with her fangs. A long shot, but anything worth a try.

 

[monique_minx]

I’m sorry, Sire.

A shudder ran through Nemesis, she was standing with Elizabeth in her armoury when she felt a sickening spasm coming from Devianna. The words froze her solidly, she felt as though she would vomit and gasped causing Elizabeth to eye her in confusion.

"Sire?" Batty seemed slightly concerned.

"Shut up, shut up!" Nemesis doubled over, her voice breathless and insistent as she felt suddenly violated.

She could feel him sliding between her thighs, teasing her, taunting her and then....driving into her...

Then Nemesis really did vomit, all manner of blood still yet to be absorbed by her body flooded free from her mouth and onto the grey stone floor. Elizabeth came to her sire's aid, holding her hair back and gently rubbing the back of her neck, holding her as Nemesis collapsed onto the floor.

She silently cursed herself as Devianna blocked her mind from Nem, Nemesis had never quite learnt to block herself off from feeling her fledgling's pain like her own sire had. Nemesis shuddered to think of him but still wondered how he could not feel everything she did.

Nemesis' was pouring sweat and her chest heaved, her body shaking as she sat on the floor with Elizabeth's arms encircling her. She still felt the vibrations of her connection but Devi shut her out, Nem knew she could damage Devianna - override her as it were but to do so was fruitless and would only serve to weaken Nemesis further.

"What happened Nem?" Elizabeth brushed the hair from Nemesis' face and trembled slightly, she had never seen her like this before.

"He invaded her...invaded Devi...he'll feel me before I kill him just as I felt him!" Nemesis snarled, her waves incensed with rage that could be felt throughout the city.

"That mortal will beg me for death! Beg me to finish his worthless life! I'll make him suffer as he makes my Devianna suffer!" Nemesis stood up bristling, Elizabeth backed off as she felt her sire's anger and the danger it presented to her undead self.

Nemesis waved Batty out and she obediently left, not willing to face her sire's wrath as this hunter seemed so willing to do...

 

[Bsquad]

Despite that fervent insult, despite that biting snarl from the vampiress, her body no matter how angelicly perfect and disturbingly chill responded to him in the way that a woman would when consumed with lust. But the lust that the vampiress felt more than likely had nothing to do with him as he forced his cock inside her, it had everything to do with the blood that filled his veins. In the heat of the moment she felt like ice to his touch, and in that contrast he could only imagine what he felt like to her...probably burning her with every touch of his skin. The thought compelled him to lean forward, pressing his chest against her back to hold her down, and reach the arm that had been on her back around to grasp at her ample breasts. The rough motion was not intended to induce pleasure...but to cause pain.

Andre hadn't been prepared for the motion of Devianna's head, the sudden snap at his hand was cobra quick, despite the vampiress's weakness. He felt her fang graze his index finger and he yanked it away from her mouth. The hunter looked at the long gash caused by her fang and seemed more amused by her attempt than horrified at her attack. His hips again thrusted brutally into her, driving his member into her almost icy feeling passage.

"You'll have to do better than that Devianna, much better..." He whispered the words to her, his head so close behind her that had she not had the thick chain looped around her neck she'd have been able to snap at him. He raised his hand again, this time gesturing with the bloody didget close enough that a few flecks of blood splattered against her face.

"...but then perhaps you...don't want to harm me...you enjoy this too much." He said, and his eyes drifted to where the Vampiress's long hair fell away from her neck and he saw the bruses upon her pale skin. Somehow, the knowledge of that pain against her throat excited him further. He wasn't trying to break her, not yet...but to hurt her... He leaned down more as he thrust into her again, the point of his own release growing nearer. The tension in his body was building, at the thought of the violation, at the knowledge of the pain...

"You enjoy it, and think...at the end...real blood..." He whispered the words into Devianna's ear like the promise of wealth and riches beyond measure to a pauper...the cry of water to a lost traveler in the desert...the promise of immortality to a dying man...he flicked his finger at her face again, more warm droplets flicked across her face. On impulse, he ran his finger across her face and groaned...he'd cum, and filled her like she was nothing more than a common street walker.