A two fanged Seduction

[Chgris]

“Land, now.” The command was given quietly, the tone of the voice soft, almost gentle, as though the speaker were so used to issuing commands and having them obeyed that he couldn’t conceive of not being obeyed. And this time, just as it had been for so very long, that was the case. The pilot of the private jet contacted the nearest airport and requested landing clearance and a runway assignment.

The ground controllers took one look at the call sign and registration of the aircraft, and granted permission, queuing it up for the next available runway. Wealth and power had their privileges, and the corporation that aircraft was registered to had enough of both to make the mere threat of their use encouragement for quick compliance.

As the plane was landing, the man who had given the orders winced faintly, a mere tightening around his eyes that bespoke of pain. “What are you doing, Nem?” he thought to himself. “What is it that has you in such a state that I can finally sense you after all this time?” His own thoughts and presence he kept shielded behind impenetrable walls of blackness. Mental discipline learned while he was alive, and only further honed and refined in the time since then.

He looked up at the lovely olive skinned young woman who was the only other occupant of the small cabin with him. “Have a car brought to the hangar, and the penthouse readied for my use. Something is amiss, something that seems to require my attention.” He paused, smiling at her gently. “And perhaps, finally something that will be a challenge again.”

She nodded silently, and moved forward to use the telephone system built into the aircraft while he stood and stretched. He wasn’t a terribly imposing figure at first glance. He stood less than six feet tall, but his body was stocky, implying a wrestler’s power and leverage. He rotated his neck in a habitual manner, as though enjoying the freedom of the movement. But the most remarkable thing was his eyes, one blue and one brown, and both burning with intelligence and the sheer intensity of his personality.

As the wheels of the plane touched down with a thump and a chirp, he shifted his balance slightly to compensate for the movement, and then waited patiently, still as a statue for the plane to finish taxiing to the hangar. Only then, once the door had opened and the young assistant motioned that the car was there, did he move. Flowing with a fluid grace down the stairs and into the side of the darkened vehicle. The young woman followed, issuing commands to the driver, giving him an address and turning back to her employer.

“The penthouse will be ready when we arrive, sir…”

“When I arrive,” he interrupted, turning to look at her quickly. “You will be getting back on the plane and continuing on. Deal with the meetings. I won’t be attending. Make whatever excuses you wish.” He reached out a hand, lightly stroking her cheek. “I have been grooming you to replace me. Now prove to me that you can handle my affairs for a time.” Without another word, he climbed into the back of the armored vehicle and closed the door. “Drive, quickly. I have other places to be before the sun arises.”

 

[monique_minx]

Nemesis paced the armoury, the walls were adorned with ancient shields, broadswords and chain mail that hadn't been removed in years. More modern weaponry hung from the far walls, guns on shelves accompanied by all manner of knives and a small selection of drugs. They weren't really necessary for a vampire but they held a small reminder of who Nem had been alive.

Nemesis calmed down slowly, she needed to think through her actions carefully and her anger did her logic no good. She slowed her pace before a particular shield and ran her hand over it, sighing and reminiscing for a reason she couldn't fathom.

"Why couldn't you just listen to me Devianna? Why must you be so stubborn?" Nemesis spoke aloud to the empty room, her voice reverberating off the walls softly.

Nemesis turned away from the shield and looked to the opposite wall, a huge crucifix hung on it, it was plain wood only sanded down and Nemesis walked over and ran her hand over it. It was a reminder of things lost to her. She turned away, her anger flaired slightly and she wondered how long Devi could keep her from her mind.

"You shouldn't have done it...not to me...I should've died that day..." Nemesis whispered, her voice soft as she spoke to someone unknown in the basement of her brothel.

Nemesis remembered the offerings, she'd been afraid to die and he had saved her in some round about way...Nem shook her head and brought herself from her memories, she wasn't sure why she was even thinking of him when her Devianna was in obvious need of her assistance.

She walked over to the guns and picked out a handgun, she had used such weapons before but only on rare occasions. This time however she would use it so the hunter would feel everything Devi had felt. She placed it back on the rack, smiling at her own thoughts as she turned and headed out of the armoury.

She wandered upstairs and sat at the table where Elizabeth was waiting for her with another glass of warm AB negative to strengthen her Sire. Nemesis took it gratefully and drank while Batty smiled; glad her Sire had calmed herself and was no longer painful to be close to.

"Devianna will be alright Sire...she is a formiddable opponent, this hunter is human and capable of human mistakes...when he makes one...she will strike..." Elizabeth shuddered in memory of an argument with Devi, the two women did not like each other which was why Bathory saw fit to place the earth between them.

Nemesis set the glass down and sighed, she knew Elizabeth was right and something else was pressing on her mind with determination - her waves of fury earlier. She had not been so angry in almost 500 years and now she was concerned as to exactly how much rage had poured through her skin and flooded the city.

"He can't feel it unless he's close..." Nemesis murmured.

"What?" Elizabeth perked up at her Sire's whisper, wondering what she meant by it.

Nem looked up, stirred from her thoughts, "Ah...oh...nothing...just considering a plan..." Nemesis lied and picked up her glass; draining it.

Elizabeth was not entirely convinced but let it go and moved to a map of the city which she picked up and unfurled on the table, Nemesis leaned over and the two began to discuss it.

 

[FaeBites]

Victory! Triumph! She felt the split of his flesh around her fang with the hunger of a desperate animal. Only a droplet hit her lip though, another splattering against her cheek, the full bouquet flooded the room and Devianna lost herself once more, crippled beneath her blood lust. She was to aware of press of him within her, forcing her to accommodate his size, to aware of the blood as her tongue eagerly licked it from her lips, desperate for more. To aware of the loss, unable to have more, but feeling him drip it against her skin.

Sublime. Horrendous. Torture.

She hissed, and shook, but the woman she was, was gone, and the hungry vampire remained. Her eyes, black and gold, held only the alien existence that revolved around the blood, and the life it brought. She stretched, even pressing her body back against him in an effort to find the wound with her mouth. She whimpered, a soft, desperate sound, not even trying to restrain it. Her body twisted in the chains, the bruises decorating her skin. The whisper of his words shuddered through her, the addict he’d provoked more willing to compromise. She mewed in need, her breasts heaving beneath the weight of her gasps. The sheilds around her mind were kept up unconciously, and later that would be all Devianna would be thankful of. It would kill her for Nem to know her like this.

She felt his body tensing, felt the rise of his pleasure, even though there was nothing sane enough to react to it. Though her body contorted as he left the bloody streak against her skin, pleasure and frustrating waring against eachother. The sudden tense and flood of his seed arching her back into him with a cry. So hot, so living! The vampire needed the mortal with such a ferocity even in animalistic mindset she found her voice. “Please… please!” She gasped, whining, tensing her muscles to milk the molten liquid seed from him. The feel off it as it heated her cooled flesh drove the lost woman further from sanity with bloodlust.

“Wont hurt. Just a taste! Be good. Promise – Please!” The voice was almost pathetic in it’s desperation, her speech both impaired by the dry burn through her throat and her loss of mindset, she sounded younger, more submissive, lost within the swirl where all she could think about was the hot, delicious, liquid. “Please!” she writhed against him, pained and desperate. Her skin was warming, soaking in the heat of himself, and the fever of her lust. She panted, no longer fighting him but desperate to be closer. “Please.”

 

[Bsquad]

The pleasure that coarsed through Andre's body wasn't the physical release that acompnaied sex...it wasn't the eruption of his cock deep within her. It was something much different, something that most honest and normal men wouldn't ever wish to feel. But it was something that the feminists always went on about. They screamed that rape was a crime that all men used to subjugate women. In Andre's mind he wasn't subjugating a woman...he was subjugating a vampire. He pulled his cock out of her suddenly tight and grasping passage, a stream of his cum dripping onto the floor as he straightened up.

He noticed that her skin was heating slightly...it wasn't so cold...and that reminded him forcefully of his love. Her body had always felt so pleasurably warm afterwards...as if it had leached his heat from him when they were intimate. But it had always been good...it had never been like this, instead it had been the pleasure that had been wrought from love. He pulled his cock out of her slit and it twitched in the cool air, he took a deep breath and shoved her away, leaving her to scrape her knees on the concrete floor as the chain unraveled enough and spun her back towards him. He gazed down at her, holding his finger up and looking at the crimson seeping from the neat slice on his finger...contemplating the wound.

"You still have fangs Devianna...sharp little fangs..." He said, looking at it with a wan smile. He knew she wanted it...he could hear it in her pleading, and the simple words she used, begging him. He smiled down at her, looking almost like he was indulging the pleading...no...he was reveling in it.

"You want blood? Hot fresh blood that's inside me?" Andre whispered harshly at Devianna from where she kneeled. His hand darted forward and ran the bleeding funger across her lips. He glared down at her and stepped forward, his erect cock before her face, waving the blood engorged and sex scented organ in her face.

"Feed...feed and make me enjoy it!" He snarled down at her, knowing that this was a dangerous place, but certain that she would hate herself so much that harming him would be last on her mind.

 

[FaeBites]

The loss of him inside her was at once a relief, and a disappointment, the throbbing of each pulse of blood that filled his cock was felt with every hypersensitive muscle wrapped around him. The vampire wasn’t prepared for his sharp push, and she crashed to her knees. The chain relenting, giving out around her throat as she untangled herself with gravities help. Her eyes were immediately reclaimed by the bleeding digit though, her whimper of frustration purring around her fangs. The use of her name brought a flicker of recognition, but the bloodlust was to in control now.

She shifted on her knees, the warmth of his seed trickling down a pale thigh. His words induced a shiver from the wanton vampiress, and she didn’t even snap at his finger as he traced it over her lip. Her moan was illicit, her tongue darting out over the glistening lips to savour every drop. Hungrily she watched him, the bloodlusted victim clinging to his every word with manic hope. When he stepped within range, time seemed to slow, the instinct to bite, and induce screams was still there, but she didn’t indulge it. Perhaps it was all his whispering into her more open mind, perhaps it was the warmth he flushed her skin with, perhaps even bloodlusting vampires were susceptible to Stockholm’s syndrome.

His command was eagerly accepted, another part of her, completely lost to all forms of reason and pride, controlled the beast within. Her tongue darted out, tracing up the length of his cock, tasting their combined essences. She purred, her tongue drawing him into her mouth, her hands bound and useless, but seemed to be unnecessary. Her tongue flickered over every sensitive crease she could find, her mouth sucking him clean, the pound of his heart beat echoing in her head like the wing beats of destruction. She moved him in and out of her mouth slowly at first, taking him deeper each thrust, but it was only when she finally slid him completely into her throat, her muscles tensing and convulsing around him, that her fangs erupted, sinking into the flesh around his base.

The power to bring pain or pleasure with the bite was at the whim of a vampire, and with immediate access to his blood, the shield on his mind meant little to nothing when it came to sensations. It wasn’t merely mind control though, but the pheromones given off by a feeding vampire. Perfectly designed to seduce and kill. She took away the sting, took away any discomfort, and left merely the pure, unrestrained, and entirely erotic pleasure. The flood of his blood slipped like molten gold around his cock, and purring down her throat. She shuddered, her moans vibrating against him as her tongue still stroked at his cock. The pleasure was too intense, to desperately sort for after so long, that the vampire couldn’t control herself. She came hard, wrapped in chains with her captors seed still leaking from her body. The pleasure racing like tidal waves through her body, leaving her arching and shuddering, grinding her body against his legs.

She drank heavily, and quickly, each thought he might have to make her stop, she laced with another bout of severe, toe curling, dagger laced pleasure. She’d promised the pleasure she could bring would be to die for… but for some reason, she didn’t indulge herself to kill him. Possibly because she couldn’t, knowing the moment he started to feel weak he’d do something drastic. But she wasn’t ready to release him, calming her drinking to a pleasant trickle, retracting her fangs so she could slide against his now blood covered length. Heaven, in so little words, had nothing on this. The blood immediately flushed her skin, the glow healing the bruises he’d left on her skin immediately, strength began to return to her at a dangerous rate – for him. But the addict – as promised – played nicely enough.

 

[Bsquad]

Even though Andre didn't have the senses that a vampiress might have, he could feel that there was naked lust in Devianna. He could sense the dangerous edge that he hovered on, Devianna was quite willing to drain him, but she wasn't going to try. His eyes gazed down at her, and as his cock drifted close to her, he could see her lunge forward. She licked at his cock and he closed his eyes in enjoyment of her following his commands. The fangs of hers were there, but he wasn't going to allow her to drain him dry.

Her mouth decended upon him and he groaned at the pleasure her mouth brought. His teeth gritted together and he had to remind himself that the animal before him was not doing what he ordered becasue she wanted to...instead she was doing it because of the lust for the blood that filled him. The touch of her tounge against his skin must have been maddening, and the satisfaction of that was intoxicating. His hand reached out and grasped her long hair, resting there in silent command but not forcing her pace...she was doing well enough without his urging. Andre's gaze drifted down to look at her, watching the expert motions of her mouth and lips.

As she decended entirely down his length, the firm muscles of her throat and mouth firm against his member...the over-developed muscles of her jaws brought home a sharp and sudden shock of memory that the creature before him wasn't really human. He was about to open his mouth and snarl and insult when he felt the prick of her fangs against the base of his cock. It took him a long moment to master himself. He was about to shove her away, but the pain ebbed and somehow, a pleasure greater than any he'd ever known filled him. He'd heard of the pleasure that a vampire could elicit when they fed, but it had always been a very...intelectual thing. But here and now it was something of overwhelmign feeling.

"Very good Devianna. So very good." Andre whispered as he felt his own blood seeping out across his cock...and the sucking motion of her lips and mouth was more than just the simple actions of a woman who was trying to please a man...she was feasting on him. He growled at the sensations that she was eliciting. He took a deep breath as he saw her body begin to flush, and he watched her skin slowly heal from the blemishes that the chain had brought to her throat. That and the growing strength that she was showing...he was growing more wary of her. She was playing nicely, for the moment.

He began to thrust his hips into her face as her body pressed lightly against his legs. He pushed himself deeper inside, and he could swear that he felt her muscles straining to get at his blood. His hands gripped her head, tangling in her hair as he forced as deeply into her throat as he could manage. The pleasure was building in his loins and he was more than willing to release it. His thrusts gained power, and speed, fucking her throat with brutal determination as he drove himself into her. He didn't last long, the feel of her throat, the manipulation of his mind...it was too much. With an extended groan he pulled his cock out of Deviana's mouth, covered with blood, spit and his own precum, he spent himself, splattering her face with his seed. Panting, he slapped his cock against her face, leaving a bloody collage of fluids across her face.

"Very good Devianna, very good. You obey commands quite well, I can see why your Sire wishes to retrive you." Andre said stepping back from the hanging female, wondering if he would toy with her further or leave her where she hung.

 

[Chgris]

The black armored limousine covered the distance from the airport hangar to the underground parking garage of the high-rise without incident. The passenger sat quietly, a small laptop open and running as he researched the latest events in the city, The search didn't turn up much that told him anything he didn't already know.

Just the sheer amount of rage Nemesis had generated told him she was here...somewhere. And wherever she was, her Childe Devianna would be somewhere close by. He had never met Devi, but knew from her reputation how deadly she had been in life. The Change should have only made her more so. He would have to be cautious.

When the car slid to a halt, he exited and headed straight into the private elevator that whisked him to the top floor. The elevator opened directly into the large living area. It was furnished in black leather and heavy dark wood. As ordered, the penthouse was fully ready for his arrival. The proof being the bottle open on the end table next to a large leather recliner, and the crystal goblet next to it.

Settling into the chair, he poured the goblet full of rich, warm blood, and flipped on the large plasma TV. Scanning through the stations, he stopped at one showing local news. A large estate, multiple murders, gunfire, bodies in the basement, tortured and with their throats cut. He made note of the address, then picked up the telephone. He waited a moment for an answer on the other end.

"It's Caine. I need information. Everything you have on the site of the mass murder they just discovered. No, I don't care how gruesome it is. Nor do I care how highly sensitive. I'll expect it delivered in an hour or less. Or you can expect a visit from me in person."

Without another word he hung up, and raised the goblet of blood to the TV in salute. "Sloppy, Nem. Very sloppy. What happened to make you so careless and so angry?" Sipping thoughtfully, he smiled, his mismatched eyes narrowing. "No matter. I've got your trail now. Time to see just what you've been up to."

 

[monique_minx]

Nemesis started to feel weaker, she shook her head and looked to the window; the sun was starting to lighten the sky and glint in the distance. She stood up from the table, realizing she had completely lost track of the time. Nem turned to Elizabeth and gestured to the window, Batty nodded sadly; she had also lost track and felt slightly off.

"Shut down the house immediately. I've been concentrating on Devianna so much that I've lost track of everything else!" Nemesis threw her hands up and headed downstairs, she heard the closing of shutters all around the brothel until the place was completely sealed from any of the sun's rays.

Nemesis headed through the armoury to an old wooden door and pushed it open; the wood creaking to tell the tale of it's age. Inside was Nem's bedroom, not nearly as decorative as her bedroom in the mansion but fitting enough for her limited needs. A four poster bed with red silken sheets and a plain oak armoire for her clothing and heels.

Nemesis kicked her shoes off and lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling until she finally drifted off to sleep.

The walls were bare stone; grey and dull, so many months staring at them had driven her crazy with visions. Were it not for the constant tortures, threats and court appearances she might have lost her mind entirely just staring at the blank brick for so long.

The door swung open and she groaned, expecting another 'visit' from some priest who would tell her the same thing - witch. What she looked up to see was not the interrogator she expected; instead a man stood before her, cloaked and hidden. She stood up quickly as he threw his hood back to stare at her, her hair was short and cropped once but now it had started to grow back as they refused to allow her any shears. His eyes caught her attention immediately, they were different colours; she had never seen such eyes.

"Well, you look normal enough. So tell me, how exactly did you manage to accomplish everything you did?" He spoke to her; his voice was low and melodic almost but still slightly rough.

"And don't bother telling me any stories about witchcraft. I know it when I see it, and you couldn't summon the power to cast a spell if your life depended on it."

She gripped the wall, he scared her slightly but she held her chin high, "I never spoke of being a witch, I've professed innocence of heresy since I was arrested Sir. They are the ones that call me a witch."

"Fah. They wouldn't know a witch if she danced naked in front of them. Fools are simply jealous of you, and threatened by what you have done."

She was somewhat confused, was he taking her side?

"And don't call me 'Sir' please. My titles mean nothing here, and I assure you I am no gentleman. Now, will you answer my question, please? How is it you learned what you did of tactics and running an army?"

She sighed, no; not taking her side; merely using another form of interrogation, "I told them as I tell you now, God comes to me with his angels, he tells me what I need to do to protect my King. What am I to call you? You obviously know me as you are here and asking me these questions."

"Young lady, I am not one of your captors. I will admit to helping them capture you, for I wanted to see you, to speak to you, and to test your skill."

She eyed him warily now as he admitted to assisting her captors.

"As to who I am? You may call me Caine, if you wish."

She stood up straight from the wall, "Caine, I've but one question for you then; why?"

"Hmmm... a good question. And an interesting one. Not 'How did you capture me?' Not 'Who are you to want to capture me?' or even 'Will you help me?', instead 'Why?' Why did I help them? I wanted to capture you. To see if I could. To see if you could manage to defeat my strategies. You couldn't. You lost. In truth, I had heard the stories, that your God inspired you, taught you. I wanted to test myself against him. It would appear he lost as well."

"Perhaps when two countries wish you to die, you shall have better luck Sir." Her tone was icy and cold, her use of 'Sir' was pointed and emphasized, "God may have other plans for me, I do not know his will but I wish his angels would come and take me from this place; they never do..."

"Two countries? Child, you need to learn restraint. Never take on more than one country at a time." He laughed a low, dark chuckle. "Angels? Would you know one if it appeared?"

"I know of Saint Catherine, Saint Margaret and the Arch Angel Michael Sir, I can feel their presence and I'm assured it is no lie. I've been through this many times over and surely you know I have never changed a word of my story." She stated adamantly.

"And are those the only possible angels? Are there none in the entire Heavenly Host that might appear before you that would be unfamiliar to you? If one of that multitude appeared to save you, how would you know?"

"I did not know of them before, they made themselves known to me; I could feel it in my skin and in my heart. I knew they were no lie for what else could they be? For that matter why does it concern you so? I'm guilty, you'll see me burn should you wish it so why does it matter now?"

"Because you aren't guilty of anything except perhaps choosing one enemy too many. And how did you know I'm not one of your angels? Do you think I'm just a normal man come to torment you?"

"You can be seen by all Sir and you do not possess the warmth of my angels, in fact you possess very little warmth at all which is why I figured you for an interrogator. And defending my Dauphin so vehemently is what put me here, he was the one to turn on me after all but I bare him no grudge. So why are you here? To get what little information you can before I'm put to death?"

"No, not for that. To satisfy my curiosity, really. Your God interests me somewhat, but not enough to keep me here. So, I have one final question for you, my young general. Do you wish to live?"

"I know that I do not wish to die tomorrow Sir but it would seem the matter is out of my hands and in God's for the time being." Her voice was soft, a near whisper of words she felt guilty for speaking.

"Again I ask you, young general. How would you know if your God sent someone to free you?"

"I would...I...I...I do not know Sir...he has never sent someone to free me..."

He looked at her intently, then stepped in close to her. His gaze locking to hers, his eyes shifting to pools of the deepest black. "Then if I told you I was here to offer you the chance to be free of this fate?" His voice was suddenly darker, smoother, nearly irresistable in tone.

Her eyes locked to his, she felt drawn to them; captivated by them in some strange way as she spoke; her own voice breathless and foreign, "I would say that I could not refuse such an offer..."

"Be certain, my young general. This is your one and only chance to decide that you don't wish to be bound to me. You have a simple choice. Death, or me."

"I do not wish to die Caine..." Her tone was hopeless and lost; it spoke the truth but held guilt that she was not as brave as she made out.

"Very well, then, you won't die." His left hand lashed out, tangling in her hair, and pulling her head to the side, baring her throat. He lunged forward, the fangs that suddenly appeared in his mouth sinking deep into her flesh.



"Hah!" Nemesis sat bolt upright in bed, her alarm beeping to signal sunset.

She groaned and a hand lashed out, the alarm stopped and Nemesis rubbed the cold sweat from her face; her chest heaving with effort.

"Just a dream...calm down...just a...a dream..." Nemesis told herself over and over until she could throw back the covers and get out of bed without falling apart.

Nem made her way over to her wardrobe and stripped her jeans and silver halter off. She picked out a short, red satin dress with a plunging neckline and slipped it on before picking out some black heels to go with it.

When she wandered back upstairs, she could hear the house opening up again but knew the brothel wouldn't be in full swing for a few hours. Elizabeth stood waiting for her, a young handsome man was chained to the wall by his neck and struggling. Nemesis grinned and took the man's wrist with surprising strength, her fangs elongated and she looked up at the man; her mouth hovering above his wrist. The man was almost as pale as Nemesis, his eyes wide with shock at her teeth and strength as he looked down at her.

"You won't stay long, I promise..." Nemesis purred at him and sunk her fangs into his wrist slowly, the man screaming and writhing against the chain and Nem's pull.

Elizabeth looked on, smiling that her Sire had gotten her spark back, Nem's glowing red eyes were proof of this. The blood felt revitalizing after so long, she had not been able to enjoy any of it earlier because she had simply been replenishing her strength but now she felt somewhat normal and knew it was due to the fact that Devi had blocked her from her pain.

Nemesis released the man, he hung limp from the chains as her fangs retracted and she licked her lips. The red erasing from her eyes and being replaced by her usual emerald greens.

"That's better...much better..." Nemesis eased into a chair at the table and looked at the map again.

"Can you pinpoint her now?" Elizabeth enquired.

"No, I just know that she's somewhere north of here...we should send scouts out...no one good...just those that are expendable..."

Elizabeth nodded and left the room, Nem got up from the table; her facade gone as she stood alone. Her lip was quivering and there was a slight shiver to her body language that told all too well how worried she was. Nemesis hadn't dreamt of her Sire in centuries, she wondered if the stress of Devianna's kidnapping had gotten to her or if it was more than that...

OOC: A giant collaboration between Chgris and myself, I thank him greatly for his time and patience

 

[Chgris]

When Caine awoke the next evening, there was a package waiting for him. Sitting in the leather chair, he put his feet up on the ottoman, and began rapidly flipping through the documents inside. Crime scene photos, labs reports, even copies of investigative notes were laid out on the wooden table beside the chair.

"No wonder you were so upset," he said, shaking his head. "Your primary residence, a larder full of prey, such a waste." He lifted the coroner's file again, flipping through the cause of death reports. "Only one drained, and that with a bullet through the head. Cartridge casings, expended bullets all over the place. Hmmm..."

He picked up the phone, dialing the same number as before. "I want it cleaned up. No, not buried, just altered. They're already speculating some sort of cult. Let them go with that. But the primary focus of the investigation is to be the one wielding the rifle. Not the 'absentee owners' of the estate. Is that clear?"

He waited, listening as the inevitable objections and counterarguments were made. "Let me state it plainly. The owner is not a subject for investigation. The one body drained of blood was drained by mechanical means. Your suspect is the person or persons wielding the rifle. If anything else gets even whispered at, then you will be replaced."

He set the phone down in the receiver, then made another call. "Yes. I'll need the car. And give the driver the list of all the best houses of pleasure in the city. I need to do a bit more research. And add the owners of the houses to the list, and how long the house has been opened. Good, good." He paused, looking out at the deepening night. "You have an hour. And send up some breakfast, please."

He sat and waited patiently, listening for the elevator. It was barely five minutes before he heard the chime. Pressing a button on the remote at his side, the TV sprang to life, showing an interior view of the elevator car, and the lovely young redhead holding a room service tray. He pressed the button to allow admittance, and the young woman brought the empty tray to the kitchen, setting it down and turning to Caine, who had silently stood and moved behind her.

Without a word, she held out her right arm to him, and he took it in his hands, raising her wrist to his mouth. As his fangs slipped into her flesh, she closed her eyes, shuddering softly, her nipples drawing up, hard and tight under the hotel uniform. He drank from her slowly, sensuously, savoring her warm rich blood, then slid his fangs back our of her, licking over the wound sealing the small punctures.

Turning to her, his eyes changed to black pools, and his voice took on a low dark smoothness and intensity. "You brought breakfast to this suite. The guest was in the shower. You left the tray on the kitchen counter, and left. Now, go back down to your station. When the doors open on the ground floor, you will awaken, and go about your day."

Her eyes blank, slightly glazed, she walked to the elevator and got on hitting the 'G' button. As the doors slid shut, Caine went to the counter and signed for the breakfast, adding a two hundred dollar tip, and directions that she be available to deliver his breakfast again in three days. Refreshed, he dressed in a black silk suit, with a cream shirt, and black dress boots. Prepared for his evening, he went down to the waiting car, and instructed the driver to head for the first brothel on the list, intending to stop at each and lower his mental shields enough to sense Nem if she was in the building.

 

[monique_minx]

Ordinarily Nemesis might have given the poor man hanging from the wall some pleasure from her bite but she wasn’t exactly in a ‘giving’ mood after her dream. She waited for Elizabeth to return; her scouts were supposed to track Devianna’s scent if they could but Nem severely doubted this would return anything.

She sighed and sat at the table, a laptop lying on it courtesy of Elizabeth. Nemesis opened it up and started her search of the city, any information she could find but she had limited knowledge of this hunter and found it fairly fruitless. Nem changed her game up and looked into the news of what had occurred after she had left the mansion, body count, bullets…blah, blah, blah! Nemesis slammed the laptop shut angrily; this was nothing she didn’t already know and this was the third night she would be without Devianna.

Elizabeth returned to her Sire with a nod to assure her the scouts had been sent out, Nemesis bit her lip; a plan was forming but the danger behind it was uncertain. She turned to Elizabeth and was immediately assured the vampiress could handle it effectively by her mere poise in that moment.

“Elizabeth, there’s one more thing you can do for me and I’m certain with your particular skills you will have no hassle with it. I need to wait here and see if the scouts can find any trace but you must go and find me some information on this hunter. He may be new to this city but everyone leaves traces, I need a name at the very least.”

“Of course Nem, I’d do anything for you but where would you have me look?”

“The old mansion to start, they surely wouldn’t abandon it completely and you should be able to get in undetected. Find anything you can that they have not put into their reports and then head to the police precinct that’s handling the main investigation, charm whoever you need to but find me something!”

Elizabeth nodded and turned on her heel, when she was gone; Nemesis breathed a sigh of relief. Nem needed the information and she also didn’t want Elizabeth to see her so worried and nervous. She called for a servant to take the young man away; a pretty young vampiress appeared in the doorway immediately.

“Dump him a few blocks over, leave some needles lying around.” Nemesis turned away from the woman, she hadn’t meant to drain the man dry but she had been over zealous.

The woman nodded and obediently moved to unchain the corpse, once she had removed it; Nemesis could finally look at the wall space again. She sighed, turned away and slammed her hands down on the table, leaning on it and breathing hard out of anger. Too many bodies, I’m leaving too big a trail…

She realized that soon a connection would be made between her name on the deed of her mansion and her brothel although they were safe in that respect only because Devianna’s name was on the deed to the brothel. Nemesis felt a familiar shiver down her spine and stood upright; she glanced around as though she expected someone was watching her but shook her head soon enough.

She wandered down into the armoury and made her way to a pedestal that stole the attention from the great crucifix attached to the opposite wall. Above the pedestal hung the shield she had touched earlier while reminiscing, it was a battle shield that had seen better days with a sword pointing north toward a crown and a fleur-de-lis on either side of it. Her attention returned to the pedestal, upon it laid a sword inside a scabbard made of gold cloth and it rested on a purple velvet pillow.

Her hand ran over it gently; a distant and long forgotten line she had spoken once upon a time popped into her brain for no reason at all, "Whilst I was at Tours, or at Chinon, I sent to seek for a sword which was in the Church of Saint Catherine de Fierbois, behind the altar; it was found there at once; the sword was in the ground, and rusty; upon it were five crosses; I knew by my Voice where it was."

She touched each cross through the scabbard and then turned away from the pedestal to face her bedroom door next to it, an arrow carved into the wood above the handle drew her eyes. Her hand moved to her left shoulder and she shoved the fabric of her dress aside to bare a circular scar, Nem rubbed it; her eyes snapping shut as she recalled the pain of the injury and how close death had come on that day.

She gasped and her eyes fluttered open quickly, his presence filled her and froze her in place. He invaded her mind and found her, she wanted to run away or at the very least turn around and see him coming but her legs refused to respond to her brain's commands. Her hand rested on her scar and she realized why she had been reminiscing so much of late…

 

[FaeBites]

With the sating of her bloodlust, some sensibility began to filter back in. Whether it was because of the carnal scents in the air, or the blood still trickling her throat with the feral thrusts of his cock, the addict inside her clung on though, saving Devianna a few more moments from reality and broken pride. The hard slide of his throbbing flesh within her, the arrogant sense of possession with his hand tangled in her curls, the after math of shivers and her own juices slicking her thighs, mixed with his own seed, she was a mess compared to the creature that had begun in the chains.

The whine that vibrated around his length as he’s thrusts became more forceful escaped her unwillingly, the desperation for the blood not allowing her to pull back but instead meeting the thrusts, barely gagging now as his pleasure grew, helping it along easily through the connection with his living, pulsing life force. She sensed his intentions only seconds before he did it, unable to avoid his length dragging from the suction of her lips, her eyes flickering closed beneath the fire of his seed, a part of her churned, sickened at the humiliating action. Exactly his hope, she assumed.

The loss of his bloody body invading her own and she leant somewhat weakly against her chains, panting. The action was more instinct then need, and the power that lay dormant once more in her muscles was hidden carefully. Her eyes flashed dangerously as his cock slapped her though, her head turning as though it had been a backhand instead of merely shaming. The use of her name drew Devianna out of the depths of her insanity. The sudden loss of the feral light in her eyes, and the broken snarl from her lips announced her return.

Without the strength of the feeding, she wouldn’t have had the quickness to strengthen her hold on those walls around her mind. She clung to them now, as shame flooded her used body, threatening to break through the fury that lighted her gaze. She kept a tight reign on it though, knowing the moment she showed him that sort of weakness he’d jump to but a wedge in the crack. It was her only redeeming light, that Nemesis wasn’t aware. That she couldn’t feel the abuse of her body being healed, the burn of his seed inside her and on her, nor the revelling aftermath shivers from her own climax. It would stake her Sire straight through, she knew that, her command over Deviannas’ body having been unmatched. It would be the utmost betrayal, whether it was within Devi’s control or not.

“Fuck you!” she snarled, hopelessly even to her own ears. She strained slightly against her bindings, though she made it seem she pulled with all her might. Not only was she rewarded with a groan from the chains, but the beam and pulley it was all attached to shuddered in warning. She relaxed, gasping, but her feral smile lighted her features. “Another taste, pet? Just a little more… then I’ll enjoy your screams.” She felt dawns approached like a trickle of foreboding that stole up all her limbs. The air around them seemed to lighten slightly. The grin faded slightly as exhaustion stole across her features. She resisted only for the fact that she was wary of being unconscious around the mortal. Had she been at full strength, and not recently wounded, she could have faught off the daytime rest, but as was she had to relent.

Her breath shuddered from her body, her fingers curling lightly around her chains so they didn’t drag to much on her wrists. She sat back on her heels, not caring that it drew her arms up above her head. Wiping her face on the inside of her arm to be free of some the fluids. She watched him blearily, her dangerous violet eyes slowly fading as the sun rose. “Another day, another chance.” She murmured, and then unable to keep him within her eyes any longer, slipped into an unsettling slumber.

 

[Bsquad]

As Andre gazed down on Devianna with a look of malevolent hatred, there was a satisfied glint to his eye. He'd captured her, he'd imprisoned her, he'd used her...and the only defiance she seemed willing to marshal against him were the snarling threats and snaps that she managed to muster against him. He loathed her, he despised her kind, and using her to sate his lust was the beginning of what he would degrade her with. Normally, he didn't use the vampires for anything more than information, even the females...but this one...

...something about her cried out for him to violate her, to destroy her soul as some small retribution for what had happened to him. His face turned from hatred to one of restrained joy at the thought of what he might do to her. But not tonight, no, he'd had his pleasre, and despite every hissing insult and every threat that she hurled at him, he knew that she had enjoyed it on some visceral level. He looked down at her snarling face and the vicious glean in her eye. She'd kill him, she'd drain him dry, and she would do it if she had half a chance. He'd give her that chance, or at least the illusion of it for the time being. It would be so much more enjoyable to break her and make her suffer if she still had something to cling to...he'd have to remove the hope that her Sire would come for her, either as punishment or rescue. But that would be for something in the future. For now, she was chained and she was weak, that was enough for the moment.

"You enjoyed that then Devianna? Good. I wouldn't want you to think I wasn't capable of providing you of some delight before I killed you. Oh, but then I said I wasn't going to kill you, didn't I?" He said, as if he was rembering something he'd forgotten in the moment. His hand drifted down to touch the two puncture marks at the base of his cock. Oddly enough he didn't mind them that much, she'd been good like he'd ordered her too.

"Well, you followed my command, so I guess that would make you my pet...even with your fangs and your lust to bite me...you obeyed. So perhaps I can work on that some. Maybe tomorrow night after you've rested and fed some more I can see how much fight you have them. Maybe you'll enjoy my blood again." He said, turning and walking away from the hanging vampiress. Andre's head turned to one side and he looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes narrowing.

"Daylight is coming, you can't escape from here...you're traped like the vermin you are. I'll leave you be, for now. But consider what might happen this evening...I shan't be going out, I need some rest and enjoyment after capturing you." Andre said with a low and very dangerous laugh that seemed to have been drawn from some part of his soul that was far blacker and more malicious than the soul that resided within Devianna. There was something in his eyes that seemed to say that this was not a contest of physical dominance, instead it was a battle between something that was not measurable...a battle to see whose heart was darker, and whose soul would triumph over the others. He left the room and hit the light, leaving Devianna in the darkness as he headed upstairs for a shower and some sleep.

 

[FaeBites]

Deviannas rest was clouded with his words, and her Sire. The walls she’d raised crumbled into nothing as finally her hold on them gave out with her unconscious. Her position didn’t seem to worry her, though she hung limp in the chains as if dead. Only the shallow automatic breaths stirring her chest. Images haunted her mind, the hazy memories of her mortal life drawn up and clarified with vampiric vision. The screaming, the deaths, the torture. Vlad’s smouldering eyes as he looked up at her, half crazed from his recent victory. ‘Just you and me tonight, Devianna.’ He promised, with a fanatical gleam that induced a shudder even in her sleep.

When the sun began to sink she only finally became aware of reality once more. As her eyes flickered open there was no moment of delusion, confusion or ill ease. She knew immediately where she was, and what had happened. As she took inventory, she stood up, holding the chains in her hands so they wouldn’t rattle. There was still a bit of daylight outside, and she suspected he wasn’t expecting her to wake until it was completely dark. He obviously hadn’t been up against an ancient before.

The blood had revitalised her, though she didn’t want to remember the process. Her limbs still tensed with strength, and after her rest – the manacles felt like material around her wrists. She noticed the shields were down, and touched the connection hesitantly, both relieved and irritated to find her Sires attention wasn’t on her, and didn’t seem to notice her unheld mind. What could be more important then her captured childe right now? Yes, the vampiress was prone to little silent fits of jealousy. She shook her head clear though, without Nems attention they didn’t have to relive her night.

She bit the slack in the chian between her wrists, holding the cold metal still as she quickly yanked them apart. There was a soft crack as the metal was over come, and she caught the falling piece of handcuff before it could clatter against the ground. She set it down quietly, moving with the stealth and silence of a predator. She found a basin in the corner; twisting the tap slightly and using the small stream of water to wash her flesh clean of him with a silent snarl. This hunter was going to pay.

She knew if Nem was paying attention her Sire would tell her to escape, and wait for them before retaliating. She also knew her sire was going to be passed furious when she realised Devianna had known that and disobeyed anyway. But there was a slate she had to wipe clean, and Devi was already thirsting for his blood, and her revenge. She took a quick inventory of the room, noticing where chains and possible weapons were before she flittered back to her bindings, she stirred the chains so they clanked, and called out in a bored voice.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are. We have a date!”

Then, she disappeared, moving faster then a mortal eye could follow she was crouched on one of the ceilings beams, just above the door, her glittering violet eyes watching intently, as she listened to his progress through the house.

 

[Chgris]

It wasn't the first brothel on the list, nor fortunately was it the last that Caine detected her at. As they had arrived outside each, he had the driver pull up just a bit away from the doors, and lowered his defenses, seeking, searching for that spark that was Nem's mind. When he finally detected it, he opened the door, flowing out of the car and up to the front door with a speed and grace of movement that only highly trained humans could attempt to emulate.

His entry to the brothel, however, did not go unnoticed. The muscular young man in a fine suit took one look at him and the way he moved, and turned ghost white. His reaction wasn't one of fear, but of recognition. And that told Caine all he really needed to know. Well, almost all. As he closed on the merely human doorman, one of the beautiful young vampires approached in an effort to distract the new customer. Her intrusion obviating the need to question the doorman, Caine settled for simply incapacitating him with a single blow to the skull, sitting him gently in a chair and turning to the young vampire who had just now realized that she was in far, far over her pretty head.

Two steps placed him in front of her, his eyes boring into hers, bringing the full force of his power to bear. Doubtless Nem could feel him at this range, so better to get his answers now. "Where is she?" he asked, quietly. He thrust an image on Nem as he had last seen her into the young female's mind. "Tell me, now, young one, and live to play again."

He didn't wait for a verbal answer, instead stealing the layout of the building from her mind as she tried to hide it. "Thank you," he whispered courteously, placing a soft kiss on her ear. "Now go back about your business. And tell the others that if they try to stop me, I will hunt each of you down, remove your fangs, and leave you chained to greet the dawn."

He let his presence announce him as he stepped into the armoury, walking up to stand just outside arms reach of her. "Hello, my Childe," he said softly. His voice carried the same inflection and power as the first night she had met him. "You have made a mess of things, Nemesis. You are turning sloppy on me, I thought I had trained you better."

 

[monique_minx]

"Hello, my Childe, You have made a mess of things, Nemesis. You are turning sloppy on me; I thought I had trained you better."

Nemesis finally found movement with his words; his power hit her like an icy wave breaking on a beach. She slowly turned to face him, part of her in disbelief after so many centuries and the other part was remembering the feelings…terrible, wonderful, powerful feelings he could muster over her.

“You can’t be here…I left you…in France…” She whispered, her face held a horrified expression as she looked into those strange but familiar eyes.

She was trembling, it was odd that she should be so fearless in the face of so many other vampires and yet this one could weaken her with only a few words. Of course the walls surrounding Devianna’s mind had tumbled, that probably had some effect on her but she’d yet to even notice her Childe’s cries and memories of the past few hours.

His power coursed through her vividly, letting her know he was really standing only a few feet from her and it was anomalous after…how long was it now? 300 years? 400? So many years spent getting away from her Sire only to be brought down…by a human! She remembered Caine’s words now; sloppy indeed if he’d been drawn to her!

Nem took a deep breath and leveled her eyes with his, “Unforeseen circumstances Caine though I shouldn’t think you’d be too worried about it. How did you find me?” Her voice was flat and emotionless; she was attempting to block her mind from his invasion.

She knew of his vast resources of course but she’d kept herself hidden from them for long enough so unless he had some kind of special GPS tracker on her, she couldn’t fathom how he had found her so effortlessly. Nem had always wondered how he could stop her in her tracks with his depthless eyes, while she had power over Devianna unlike any other vampire; Nemesis could not do half the things her own Sire could. Nem only need to glance at Devi to stop her but there was no power behind it, just fear of retribution on Devianna’s behalf.

Nemesis took half a step back from Caine, her emerald eyes glowing with power as she fought to strengthen her hold over herself and stop him from going through her memories and thoughts. She set the image of a red brick wall and planted it firmly in the forefront of her mind.

“Stop digging…” She whispered to him, feeling his power flood the room; flood her.

She took another step back, willing herself to break eye contact with him but found she could not. His eyes were hypnotic and she was surrounded by the black darkness within them. She twisted her hand around the red satin of her dress; the silky material did little to ease her anxiety however and she barely registered the clicking sound of her heels with every back step.

She was so very different to the last time he'd seen her, technology and fashion had changed greatly and Nemesis kept her face from the public eye despite her money and mystery. She'd taken to dying her hair to change her appearance, her clothing still had elegance to it but with the changing fashion; she now revealed much more of her body and of course; her old armour had become obsolete and hung from the walls.

 

[Bsquad]

His face was graced by a smile as he slept. He felt no guilt, no sadness, no darkness. It was the sleep of innocence, untainted by nightmares, instead he saw it over again, the pleasure that he'd taken from Devianna was replayed in his mind again and again. It was like the sorded wet dream of a teenager, but as he filled her once again in the twilight of sleep his sleeping form emitted a moan of pleasure. The woman changed, from Devianna to another, a woman he'd loved long ago...and her body was just as brutally used as Devianna's was. The dream was always the same, and he always enjoyed it. But this time Andre was woken not by his alarm but by the vicious whisper of Devianna coming from somewhere within his home. The hunter's eyes snapped open and he sat up in his bed. He rolled out of bed and his hands scooped up a rifle with all the speed and drill of a man who was about to fight for his life.

He didn't know where she was, but the faiding daylight that streamed through the windows made it certain that she was sill lingering in the garage...it was the only room inside his home that he didn't have windows in. He sneered, she had made a mistake in waking him. She had no where to run and he had freedom of movement. A twisted grin curled on Andres face as he shouldered the rifle and slowly walked down the stairs from his bedroom loft. His weapons were upstairs, and he had a choice. He could kill her now, or he could recapture and brutalize her again...he settled for the second option, his dreams still fresh inside his mind.

"You want to play again Devianna?" He said, calling towards the dark door that led into the basement garage. He looked at the opening as daylight continued to fade as the sun set. He didn't have time to play word games, he would have to go in there and get her.

"I didn't think you were so eager. Maybe I'll keep you...I haven't had a pet in a long time...and my cock did so enjoy your mouth and your pussy, even if you are filth. I'll need to train you not to want to drain me...perhaps my seed would be a warm enough treat for you to swallow with some blood. Maybe if you're good I'll let you feed on me again." He said, walking towards a concealed box on the wall next to his computers. He looked over his shoulder at the door and smiled.

"But you'll have do to that lovely little seduction technique again. Although, I don't think I'll need it for tonight. I'm more than ready from you because of the lovely dream I had of you...but you're so much better in the flesh." He called, turning to look at the darkened door as the last rays of sunlight faded from the room. It was twilight, and she would be coming for him soon. He gripped the rifle with one arm, and his hand rested inside of his panic switchboard, ready to spring a trap that he'd long anticipated needing.

 

[FaeBites]

A vicious snarl of denial greeted his words from the shadows beyond the door. His caution decimated the hope her play-acting had convinced him of her security still. He knew she had escaped, which was… unfortunate. But Devianna wasn’t going to let that ruin her plans, this fate of his was so entirely decided the vampire was salivating at just the thought of it. All her anger, fury and humiliation at being used bubbled just beneath her skin, waiting to be unleashed. Parts of her were astonished at the reaction he could cause, having believed she was so untouchable until now. She’d lived centuries, and fully thought that after Vlad nothing a mere mortal man could do would stir her in a way he did now. Her victims sated her bloodlust, her sadistic pleasures and desires, but there was never a need for their suffering so acute as there was with Andre.

She scanned the area specifically, she heard where his footsteps had fallen, heard the rise and fall of his chest, the rush of his lungs, the beat of his heart. Her main problem was the ground beyond that little door shaped portal of light was unknown apart from what her hearing and sense of smell could tell her. She did not have x-ray vision, something she’d always grudged the damn superhero on. She doubted she could entice the experienced hunter into the shadows that was her domain, so she had to bring him there by force. She leapt from her position, landing on the ground silently. She moved through the organised bench spaces within seconds, and within seconds found just the stash she’d been looking for. He was well supplied for the torture and annihilation of his vampiric victims. She was almost grateful of that when only 30 seconds later, the naked woman prowled restlessly towards the door, with a feral smile upon her lips.

She blended effortlessly with the shadows, despite her pale colourings. Her violet eyes seemed almost like glittering onyx in the growing twilight. She paused beside the door, not moving into the small square of light that foreshadowed the entrance. Her gaze was locked upon the confident mortal within seconds, she saw his pose, the only reason she didn’t pass off the rifle on first glance was because it was lucky bullets that got her here in the first place. The hand that hovered over the little box she didn’t understand entirely, she dragged in a careful breath, tasting the air. Whatever it was, it would be dismissed the moment she’d dragged her prey away from it.

There was an undistinguishable slither of sound, and her seductive purr uncoiled from the shadows with her newly acquired weapon. She still remained out of site to his mortal eyes, though her head tilted, the smile in her voice for him and him alone. “Dreams are so much less… satisfactory.” She agreed, and then with as little warning her arm flickered with movement, the long coil of leather unleashing. It bled from the shadows of the garage lightning quick and almost like a tentacle of darkness. It was unerringly accurate, anything less would of course be an insult to the former assassin. When she felt the leather coil around his throat, she didn’t sympathise with the harsh lick of the bullwhip, instead yanked it forward. Her strength had truly returned, and his weight didn’t concern her. The darkness consumed his form as well, and a soft cat like chuckled emanated from the darkness around him.

“You’re Mine.”

 

[Bsquad]

He wasn't ready. As much as he had planed and prepared for it's recovery...as much as he had expected Devianna to regain some strength, he hadn't thought that she would regain so much so fast. His eyes caught the barest hint of black cured leather slicing through the air as the whip seemed to extend directly to his throat. Before he could flinch away, the strap encircled him and he was yanked from his feet. He gagged as the whip choking him as she yanked him off his feet like he was nothing more than a pillow. He was drug across the hard wood floor, weapon gone, his trap unspring...He reached up and grabbed at it as Devianna yanked him into the darkened enclosure of the garage. She was going to toy with him.

For some reason he relished the challenge. As she unfurled the whip from his throat, his eyes probed the darkness. His eyes weren't used to the darkness, and he felt a shivver of terror at the thought of her having an edge over him, but he squashed it as quickly as he could. The heated delight of his dreams was a distant memory, in the here and now that creature he had abused was now toying with him. The silky voice in the darkness washed over him like it was a cold breeze. She was taunting...she was laughing...

"I'm yours?" He repeated the words with bitterness, his feet spread, his body low, his arms ready to fight to the death. He pivoted in place and his eyes lingered on the doorway...he couldn't use that exit. She'd expect it...he turned into the darkness and looked around, his mind rembering every detail of his home. He knew where everything was within the garage, except for Devianna. He shut his eyes...not wanting to conflict with his other senses, he could hear her, but not well enough to place her. Andre growled as he tried to place Devianna.

"I'm yours? Oh yes Devianna, you're right, I am yours. I'm the male who took you, who used you, who made you want me to violate you." Andre said, his voice tauning and arrogant. Causing her to strike without thinking, putting her off guard. But it would mean pain, and violence...and facing that would be much better than having to endure her tauning.

"So you want to play again? Come out and I'll see if you're as good the second time around." Andre said with a growl of challenge.

 

[FaeBites]

Her eyes had no trouble reading his expression through the darkness, she savoured it, sated her raging fury on it. His first bitter words brought the triumphant feral grin to her lips as she prowled around him silently. His scent filled her nostrils, so warm and mouth watering, so human. The tempo of his heart had sped as she’d dragged him from the safety of the other room, and she relished its adrenaline rushed beats now. He was scared, yes, but he was also a creature of instinct and he relied heavily on his other senses now. His fear was like a drug though, her tongue traced over her fangs slowly, resisting the urge to just pounce and end this maddening torture once and for all.

As his next words stained the air, the bitterness replaced by the arrogance, she felt herself go rigid. The growl worked its way up her throat, curling her lips up into a silent snarl. She dragged it back down though, his ploy to infuriating her so close to working she had to dance back a few steps to calm her mind. The vicious part, that Devianna refused to touch on with stubborn ignorance, was that parts of it rung true.

“-I'm the male who took you, who used you, who made you want me to violate you."”

The shudder of denial was fragile even to the vampire. She shook her head though no one could see it, her hands clenching with a shudder. Her eyes flashed back open, and she listened to the tempered drag of his breaths, focused on it. “Come out, pet?” she purred, draining all but a trace of her rage and defiance from her voice. She moved the moment she had spoken, fractions of a second later being right behind him. “I’m not in anything…” she breathed against the back of his neck, stirring each individual hair as she pressed her naked body to his back. Then she was gone again.

Next breath she was in front of him, as silent and as deadly as she was suppose to be. Her finger traced the line of his face in mock affection; reaching his neck the suddenly sharp nail nicked the skin, letting a few drops of warmth trickle against his neck. The musky bouquet flooded the room once more, she stilled in her movements, everything in her body pulling towards the gravitational pull of that fluid. She wasn’t as starved as before though, so she could resist. She moved around him, her fingers brushing against his skin randomly to disorientate him.

Her giggle echoed form the shadows seconds after a touch, always from a completely different direction then the touches came from. “So you wanna play, mortal?” She breathed, her arms wrapping around his body now, yanking him back against her own. “Are you a betting man? How long till I have you begging?” Her tongue traced the ridge of his ear, moving down to lick the crimson fluid from his flesh. She shuddered in pleasure against him, taking all her power to drag her lips away from seeking more. Her arms were the equivalent of steel bars around him, curving to his shape and pulling him against the cool enticement of her naked body. With the light of the door behind them, she was almost haloed against him. Blonde curls shimmering in a mocking comparison to the angelics.

 

[Bsquad]

He felt the urge to curse the whore vampiress. She was there, she was enjoying this. But he could use that, despite the terror, despite the fear, he could feel that she was toying with him for her own vengance. That meant that he had a weapon he could use against her. The thought was a weak one to cling to, but he clung to it all the same. Fear still filled him, but submitting to it would mean death at Devianna's hands...and fangs. Andre opened his mouth to speak again, but the feel of a woman's body pressing against him from behind made his eyes go wide and he spun as fast as he could, his hand flashing out to strike where her head might have been.

But she was gone.

"Trying to distract me with thoughts of your body Devianna? Or is the thought of my being your pet such a joy to you?" He growled at her in the darkness, he spun again, seeking the flash of pale skin that somehow elluded him, just like the whispered scrape of skin on concrete. She was here...but before he could challenge, she was before him...he could sense her body filling the darkness in front of him, and the slice of her finger against his skin. He hissed and tried to strike, but she was gone again. He shook his head and raised his hand to his face, touching the wound...and feeling her stroking his flesh at random.

Andre growled and tried to grab at her, but she was as ellusive as the fog, drifting away and merely letting him brush against her. He fought against the rising fear in his chest, fought against the knowledge that she would kill him. If he gave up she would kill him, that was for certain, he'd need to think, he'd need to master himself. As he thought to himself viciously, Devianna's arms wraped around him and pulled him against her body. Before he could breath he felt her tounge run along his skin. He snarled like the animal she thought him to be and flexed his muscles against her, he was strong, but she was stronger.

"I'm your pet? So I'm an animal then...do you always let animals fuck you? Perhaps keep around a wolf as a familiar just so that you can let it ride you?" He spat the words at her as he looked back and saw her outlined by the doorway, the blonde curls of her hair did make her look like an angel...but the seductive feel of her body denied that.

"You want to keep me as a tame animal? Use me and fuck me when you want to? I'd say you can use a dog for that...but I suppose I can answer your commands better then one." Andre growled over his shoulder, his mouth moved quickly and he bit at her cold flesh, he had a plan...the barest ghost of one, it was similar to the one that Devianna had to distract him. He pressed his warm body back against her, letting the blood flowing through him, the warmth of his body taunt her. His arms were at his sides and on impulse he slipped them both behind his back and his fingers sought out her pussy, stroking at it faster than she could pull away.

"I'm not going to beg, I'll fuck you...I'll use you...and you love it. You want me to do it, you want me to take you, violate you." Andre hissed at her, and his fingers slipped inside of her.

 

[Chgris]

Caine stood still, not making any move toward his Childe. The fear from her, he could understand, but the attempt to hide her emotions and thoughts from him? That annoyed him. Hadn't he given her the distance she wished, let her go as she wished? And now, now that he was brought here by her pain and anger, she tried to block him!

His eyes changed to deepest black, and his voice dropped low, laden with all the power his long years had built in him. "Yes, Nem, you left me in France. After a long and delightful chase that you and that troublesome wench you Sired led me on. Do you remember it, my Childe? Our last encounter? I do."

******France 1478******​

It had been a long two years, but Caine had finally run them to ground. His wayward Childe and the whelp she had Sired against his wishes. He waited in the rafters of the barn they had secreted themselves in until the sun was just below the horizon, noting that Nem had finally begun to be able to resist the call of the daylight sleep. He nodded in grudging respect at the way she made certain her helpless Childe was safe before starting to bed down herself.

Dropping from the rafters, he landed to stand over the fledgling, his back to a shocked Nemesis.

"This is her, then? The one you have gone against my will for? The one you would disobey and betray me for?"

Nemesis nodded slowly, apprehensive and wary of her Sire, "Yes...I didn't betray you Caine..."

"Oh? Haven't you? You turned this one when I forbade it. You tried to run from me. What would you call it?"

Nemesis was weak, the sun was showing itself to the horizon and her Sire's anger could be felt; crawling over her skin. "Am I wrong to fear your rage over it? I'd call it self preservation."

"You think I would destroy you over it? Over her?" He glared hard at her. "Is that truly what you think of your Sire?"

Nem held his gaze but just barely as it was fairly overpowering, "Wouldn't you? Or else you'd kill her and be done with it! Why else would I find you here Caine?"

"Curiosity, perhaps? A need to see just what could tear your loyalty from me?" He turned to her, flashing across the room, catching her throat in his right hand and slamming her against the wall. He slowly slid her up the wall, his fingers tight in her throat, letting her feel how easily he could end her existence.

Nemesis was shocked by his movement, she was feeling the sun more with each passing minute and clamped her hand over his as he pushed her above him.

"I made you, Nemesis. I took that poor, doomed girl from that jail, from the fate her mortal life had decreed for her. Saved you from the stake and the flames, and made you anew! And this is my payment? My Childe fears her Sire so much she runs from me!"

"What would you have me do Caine? I knew I'd disobeyed you but I wanted her...Vlad made miserable use of her..." Nem's eyes flickered over to Devianna, her voice was hoarse as his hand constricted her larynx.

"You wish her so much? You would give up everything for her? So be it. You are on your own, Nemesis. Much earlier than you should be. I leave you and your Childe to your fates. Do not look to see me the next time the humans have you bound for the stake."

With a short flick of his arm he threw her across the barn to land next to Devi, and was gone as quickly as he had come.

Nem landed on the hay bales and gripped her throat, rolling onto her side, when she looked up; he was already gone. She felt his disappointment and it brought tears to her eyes, she wiped them away and went to check on the still sleeping Devianna before collapsing next to her.

******Modern Day******​

Once again, Caine flashed across a room to stand in front of his Childe, but this time instead of gripping her throat in rage, he merely caressed her cheek with his right hand. "What has happened, Nem? I felt your pain from miles away. And regardless of how we parted, you shall always be my Childe, and I do not wish to see you hurt." He kissed her softly, then released her. "Since you don't wish to have me in your mind, then tell me, Nem. What happened at your manor, and who is the human that I have set the mortal law enforcers looking for?"


{OOC} Very involved and enjoyable cooperative effort with M&M to produce this post {OOC}

 

[monique_minx]

Nemesis remembered it like yesterday because the feelings stirred on that day had cut her deeply, she had made a difficult decision and it had cost her a great deal; it cost her, her Sire. She looked into his eyes and felt the disappointment of the day all over again, she dropped contact for an instant before he flashed and was before her.

His hand felt so familiar and somehow it burned her, she had mixed emotions about this man, he could’ve killed her easily on that day in France but didn’t. He chose to allow her to fend for herself and it had been difficult, Bathory was a lucky find because Nem and Devi were weak and in need of money and food on that day. She’d saved Elizabeth in exchange for a chance to strengthen herself, it had not been intentional.

"What has happened, Nem? I felt your pain from miles away. And regardless of how we parted, you shall always be my Childe, and I do not wish to see you hurt."

She looked up into his eyes as he brushed her cheek and spoke to her; she was confused and saddened by his disappointment. His kiss touched her lips, she almost flinched away from it as it cut so deeply, the guilt was agonizing and she fought to keep herself together. Devianna had spent years ensuring Nemesis never felt guilty over anything, Caine had been a little different about things.

"Since you don't wish to have me in your mind, then tell me, Nem. What happened at your manor, and who is the human that I have set the mortal law enforcers looking for?"

“You wish to help me Caine?” Her lip trembled and she nodded, “Alright…”

Images flashed from her mind, the hunter, Devianna, the bullet that nicked Nem’s arm and they stopped just as suddenly, she didn’t allow him much time to delve into her head. Then Nemesis felt a force go through her, Devianna’s experiences of the previous night flooded her mind like an avalanche.

“Oh god…” It brought Nem to her knees, holding her stomach as her breathing suddenly became rapid.

The rape was vivid, she felt every movement, the degradation filled her soul and consumed her mind and her brick wall went to pieces with it.

“Devi…no…” Nemesis whispered; she could feel Devianna’s hatred and need for vengeance but she could also sense some kind of lust for more…it disgusted Nem but the memories made her weak.

“Stop it, stop it…I can’t, can’t stop it…” She looked up at Caine, begging him to help her block it off now as she had never learnt before.

Tears spilled from her eyes, the feelings…she could taste the hunter’s blood, hear his heart beat and see his triumph in her mind.

Then she said the words she hoped she’d never have to say to Caine, “Please, I can’t…function if I can feel her pain…” Her voice was raspy and breathless.

 

[FaeBites]

Her fury bubbled over as he spoke, uncannily seeming to know words to say to provoke her irritation, her unquestionable rage. She snarled viciously against his skin, dangerously feral. His words invoked heady and bitter tasting images, and she definitely didn’t appreciate the animal reference. Her hands tightened dangerously on him, but not enough to do any damage… yet. Her fury was side tracked however as she felt something tugging at her thoughts, in a familiarly horrifying way. Distracted, she hissed at his bite, her body sluggish in surprise and loss of focus that she didn’t pull away from his intruding fingers. The bite didn’t have the relishing burn of her sires’ fangs, but even the comparison sent a shameful twist of desire through her. All the worse, as things got out of control.

Devianna tried to block her, when she realised what her sire was doing. She sought for those steel walls with a fervour of insistency, each barrier she raised crumbled effortless in its haste to be made though. “No!” She whimpered suddenly, out of place from the previous fury to have been in reply to anything he had said. “Please! Sire! No!” Her voice choked, her mind sought their connection, grasping it effortless, her eyes were sightless to the real world in the darkness, her body shuddering. The images dragged across her mind like a twisted picture show, the crystal clear memory of her bloodlusting self writhing in pleasure branded her conscious with a searing iron.

Her hand, which had moved to his wrists as his fingers delved into her cool flesh, tightened impossibly in reaction to her horror. She distantly felt the bones groan in resistance, but they released before anything could break. Not for his well being, but because both of her hands fled to her head, twisting in her hair as though she could stop the memories physically. In perfect sync with her mistress all those miles away, Devi slid down the mortal to collapse onto her knees.

“Devi…no…”
The words echoed, as though she was in the room with her sire, the connection flooded their mind, she had a distant sense of her mistress on the ground, arms curled around her stomach. And someone… the answer glittered in Nems mind -him, in the room with her. “Nemesis!” The name was all she could say, a plea, an apology, anything and everything. Her sires disgust washed through her and Devianna thought she would be sick. A choked sob worked its way from her throat, surprising the grieving vampire as well; it had been centuries since she’d cried. Having fed somewhat recently, her tear ducts welled with blood, the crimson tears leaving a blazing trail against a perfectly pale cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, sire… please…” The words were said out loud, though she didn’t realise it, she spoke straight into Nems mind, her torment and agony overriding every sensitivity in her body. The vicious and sadistic vampire was reduced within seconds to a pretty mess on the garage floor, no longer aware of the dangerous mortal. She had a vague impression of needing to get away, and she staggered back to her feet, her mind more focused on a room where another fledgling begged her sire for assistance. She moved, somewhat gracelessly for the usually effortless immortal, away from the sound of a thudding heart. One hand cradled her rebelling mind, her eyes vague and blind while a slender hand grasped at the wall in the darkness to guide her. She found the door, and stepped into the light, she made it only a few steps into the other room before the emotional agony drove her to her knees once more. Her freedom so close that it mocked her through shutterless windows.

“Please, Sire, forgive me.” She begged wretchedly, while no part of her felt that she deserved it. Her golden curls waterfalled over her face in her bowed position, her body trembling, a hand curled around her chest, trying to deaden the sudden ache. Her violet eyes were wide, and lost in another world. Her naked body trembled in the artificial light, as the picture show came to an end, and just the broken emotions were left. She gasped in helpless sobs as some reality filtered back to her. She tried to growl, tried to warn the warmblooded mortal away from her, though it came out breathless and void. Sire, please... I love you! She sent desperately, unaware how her own agony was just doubling her sires.

 

[Chgris]

Caine looked down at his Childe as she collapsed to the floor. He could feel a bit of the backlash from what was flooding Nemesis' mind, and it revolted him. As much as he had done in his long existence, the pure sadistic menace of the violation of Devianna topped it. He had done many things that were considered 'evil', but rarely out of such unadulterated desire to degrade a being.

“Please, I can’t…function if I can feel her pain…”

He knelt down, fingers catching under her chin, raising her eyes to his. "Enough, Nemesis. You have felt enough. Don't fight me in this." His eyes flared red, then faded to black, drawing her into his power, wrapping her senses in his own aura of power. "I'll teach you how to block her, but for now, I will block her. Don't try to breach the blocks, you won't like the result."

He traced her connection to Devianna, and inserted himself in between, effectively assuming the role of her Sire. The waves of pain and revulsion hit his mind, and vanished into the blackness of his shielding.

“Please, Sire, forgive me. Sire, please... I love you!"

The strength of the cry was remarkable. "No wonder she couldn't stay away from you," he sent back in answer. "You were hurting your Sire, Devianna. I have stopped it. She can no longer hear you. She wishes you to survive. See that you do." With those few words, he erected his own shields, blocking any input from Devianna. Any attempt by her to contact Nemesis would result in nothing but a deep blackness, insulated from any input at all.

Standing smoothly, he raised Nemesis to her feet, gently brushing the tracks of blood from her cheeks. Unbuttoning the left cuff of his shirt, he raised his wrist to his mouth, biting down and opening a bleeding gash. His right hand cupped the back of Nemesis' head, bringing his wrist to her mouth. "Drink, Nem. You need it to recover, and it will help you to ease the learning."

 

[monique_minx]

Nem felt his hand curl under her chin though she was miles away in some dark room unsure of what was happening, it was a jungle of memories and horrifying imagery. She looked into his eyes, mismatched, usually mesmerizing and barely saw them, her own emerald eyes unfocused and leaking blood down her cheeks.

"Enough, Nemesis. You have felt enough. Don't fight me in this."

She nodded almost imperceptibly and allowed him to blanket her mind without any struggle, his eyes gleamed crimson and then the black darkness swallowed her whole as she felt him cloak her. It took all her strength not to respond to Devianna and block Caine’s attempts to shield her from harm as was her nature to go to her Childe’s aid.

"I'll teach you how to block her, but for now, I will block her. Don't try to breach the blocks, you won't like the result."

She barely heard his words as his power swamped her body, filling her head and building a wall between her and Devianna. She breathed a sigh of relief when she could finally feel herself again, alone and without terrible images flashing through her brain. Caine guided her to her feet, she tried to steady herself as the floor continued to spin with her weakened state.

His hand brushing her cheek merely made her want to cry more, she felt terribly guilty for all she had put him through in centuries past, how she had disobeyed him and fled from him.

Suddenly her senses were overwhelmed with the scent of his blood as he bit his wrist, her eyes widened and she unintentionally licked her lips as it filled her nose like some wonderful drug. She hadn’t smelt that in centuries, his hand pulled her head closer to it and her fangs elongated of their own will. Somewhere in the distant reaches of her mind, she was telling herself not to do it, don’t taste it, it will end badly Nemesis! Her mind screamed but her fangs stopped listening as his words reached her ears.

"Drink, Nem. You need it to recover, and it will help you to ease the learning."

She sunk her fangs in without hesitation, his blood filling her mouth and her strength returning quickly. She instinctively wrapped her hands around his wrist and held tight, her eyes going from dull emerald to bloody red; the colour covering her eyes from the outside and creeping in until they were nothing more than crimson globes that slammed shut. Her legs stopped shaking and her mind spun with memories of Caine, the guilt was still gut wrenching and plain to her though and finally when it came to the memory of what he had said when she first asked him if she could have Devi…her eyes opened wide and she pulled away hastily, turning her back on him.

She took a moment to compose herself before her eyes flickered over her shoulder at him and she wondered if she could trust him after all she had done, knowing who he really was…

“Thank you Caine…” She whispered, trying to keep her tone from betraying her feelings for him.

She wrapped her arms around herself and felt for his wall, wondering again how he could do that and she could not. Her fangs retracted slowly, wanting his blood again but her mind refused to allow the memories to become so real to it.

“Did you see what I saw?” She saw everything Devianna did whenever her Childe fed from her so she supposed Caine would see it all too.

Still she refused to turn around and look at him after how piteous she had been moments ago, it had been centuries since she had been that weak in front of anyone or at all and to be so weak in front of Caine?! That was something she could not forgive herself for, she had waited for the day she could prove to him that she could stand alone and now her chance to do just that had been completely obliterated and she was disgraced in front of her Sire.