"The Vampire and His Mistress" (closed)

[Tony2015]

"The Vampire and His Mistress"

(closed)​

Ivan Richardson sat in silence, staring out upon Manhattan with nary a thought in his mind. A casual, ill-informed viewer might have mistaken him for a wax figure. Had they seen him a dozen hours later, before he had fed and gotten his color back, they might have mistaken him for a corpse. Fair skinned wouldn't have been enough to describe how he'd looked before that.

After nearly ten hours of no movement other than the slow rise and fall of his chest, he seemed to come back to the land of the living at the sound of the woman in the massive bed behind him stirring. She tried to rise, finally doing so with great difficulty. She would be weak for much of the day to come, Ivan knew. He had taken more of her blood than he should have. He could have drained her fully, killing her, then disposing of the body in any one of a number of ways he had at his disposal. Such an act that would have sustained him for a full month, so long as he conserved his physical and mental energies. But Ivan was tired of living in that way ... in the shadows. He had ambitions that required he take a Mistress.

His lips spread a bit in humor. Mistress. It was a gentler term for blood donor. She would fight him. He knew this. They always had. And after she was dead and gone, those who came after her would fight, too. The last one had quietly removed and broken the bathroom mirror, then used the sharp glass to slit her wrists. By the time Ivan had found her, the white tile was covered with her invaluable fluid, and she herself was as white faced as Ivan would be a few days later. The one before that had gained her Master's favor enough to be allowed out onto the terrace, from which she'd thrown herself. Thirty-eight floors later she splashed upon the pavement, setting off a investigation that would have exposed Ivan had he not had friends within the NYPD.

He would not make such a mistake with this one. He stood and walked to the bed. He stood over her as she blinked her eyes, trying to clear them, to take in her unfamiliar surroundings. She tried to lift her hands up to her face, only to have the left one take all the slack out of the light weight chain that shackled her to the headboard. She moved her legs and came to a similar result with her right ankle.

"Do not be frightened," Ivan said, his Eastern European accent still strong, even after having left The Continent and come here to the New World more than a century earlier. "You will not be harmed ... so long as you do as I command."

She looked up into his face with the emotional expression he would have expected. Looking down to find her body naked except for the shackles likely didn't aid in what she was feeling, he knew.

"My name is Ivan," he continued as he turned to walk about the bed toward the nearby table, which was covered in platters of food and drink. "I will be your Master from this day forth. You will be my Mistress. You will provide me with what I want. And in return, I will provide you with what you need."

He stopped at the table, lifted a pitcher of water and asked with a friendly tone, "Would you like anything?"

 

[heartofcourage]

Molly had no idea how long she had been asleep for, but when she joined the land of the living once more, her head was pounding with the force of a jackhammer and her mouth felt like a dry desert. She remembered getting dressed after work the night before. She had come home, tired as a dog, and ready to put on her flannel pajamas and eat ice cream while she watched television. The message on her machine from her ex-husband, inviting her out for drinks was unexpected.

She had married Harry young. They were 19, fresh out of high school, and stupid. She had loved him deeply, but the moment that she caught him in bed with another woman had ended their short marriage. At the age of 23, Molly was still young enough to start a new life, but she felt old and unwanted. Secretly, she still carried a flame for Harry and when he called, she went. They would meet for drinks, sometimes have sex, and each go their separate way. It made her feel cheap and used, but it was a vicious cycle.

Squeezing into a black dress, styling her hair and makeup just right, and putting on a pair of black fuck me heels, she was ready for a night on the town. She remembered entering the bar. Harry was there with his perfect smile and his perfect tan. They had talked, she had drank too much, and she last remembered being helped into a cab by her ex-husband.

Things felt different than they had the last time. His bed was softer, the sheets a little finer, and the air was cooler. Molly struggled to open her eyes, but the hammering in her head prevented her from opening them more than tiny slits. Soon, her hands tried to drift to her face and she realized that she was stopped by a chain around her wrist.

"What the hell?" She murmured, forcing her eyes open to see that this definitely wasn't Harry's apartment.

She instantly glanced towards the man that spoke, explaining who he was and what the situation she found herself in was. Panic was making her heart race. Nothing that he said was really registering in her brain and as he offered her something to drink, she shook her head and sat up in the bed.

"Who the fuck are you? What the hell am I doing here?" Molly asked, covering her breasts with her hands.

 

[Tony2015]

"What the hell?" she said, shaking her head at the offered drink and asking, "Who the fuck are you? What the hell am I doing here?"

Ivan contained the smile that almost spread his lips at the sight of her concealing her breasts with her one free hand and closing her legs tightly to hide that other very intimate part of the female anatomy. He could only imagine how agonizingly unbelievable and unacceptable it was to awake naked in a stranger's bed after a night of drinking. It had never happened to him before. But then, it would probably be a less traumatic event for a man than for a woman. The former would more often than not feel like the conqueror than the conquered in such a situation, or so he imagined.

"My name is Ivan Richardson." He expanded on the name he'd given her earlier, using the nom de guerre he'd taken a few decades ago. He had changed his name so many times over the centuries, for a variety of reasons. The latest had been assumed after he was found himself a victim of Senator MacCarthy's Red Scare witch hunt. He turned and, while he talked, placed a single goblet on an otherwise empty tray and filled it with water. "This will be hard for you to understand ... and even harder for you to accept. But you will in both cases."

He headed for the bed with the tray in one hand and a second tray filled with delicate crescents in the other. As he neared the bed, Ivan continued, "You belong to me now. I have purchased you." He saw her expression and again found himself having to contain the smile that threatened to spread his lips. "Yes, I know. People are not supposed to sell other people. People are not supposed to buy other people. Never the less ... you were sold to me ... I did buy you ... and that is simply the way it will be."

Ivan could have explained to her that it was her Ex-Husband who was behind the sale. He had amassed thousands of dollars in gambling debts over the past year, and when his chip was finally called in, he had nothing to offer but Molly. Harry had drugged her drink, helped her into what seemed to her at the time to be nothing but a common cab, and stepped aside as the Middle Man took her away to the Market. Ivan had taken one look at her, standing on the auction pedestal in nothing more than her birthday suit, and knew he had to have her. If he was going to spend the next several months or decades sucking and fucking one single woman, Ivan wanted one who would make his cock as hard as it ever had been.

He set the tray's down within reach of her one free hand and gestured to them politely. "Please. You must eat and drink. You must hydrate and feed your body, or you will become ill."

 

[heartofcourage]

Molly listened to the story that she was told, not really believing a word that she was being told. She was sold and bought? Really? Why did she have absolutely no memory of that event? Where the hell was she for that matter? Nothing that she was hearing made sense.

"Did Harry put you up to this?" She asked, feeling drained and tired as the man approached the bed with food and water for her. "Because if he did, I'm going to kill him. He likes jokes. I don't know what he paid you, but I get it. I need to go."

She pulled at the binding on her wrist, a short burst of panic filling her chest. She wanted to freak out in her slightly dazed state but she calmly held it all in. If Harry really was behind all of this, she most definitely would make him suffer.

"Listen, this isn't funny anymore. I want to go home. Please let me go." Molly said as she looked towards Ivan, shaking her head as he tried to get her to eat.

 

[Tony2015]

"Did Harry put you up to this? Because if he did, I'm going to kill him. He likes jokes. I don't know what he paid you, but I get it. I need to go."

Again, Ivan left the involvement of Molly's Ex alone, only saying, "I assure you, there is nothing to which anyone involved could be ... put up. I am being honest with you, regardless of how incredible my statements may seem."

"Listen, this isn't funny anymore," she went on as Ivan turned to circle the bed toward the huge, extravagant room's exit. "I want to go home. Please let me go."

Ivan stopped just short of the door and turned to face Molly. His expression was sincere as he said, "I am sorry, Molly. May I call you Molly...? I am truly sorry, but ... this is your home ... from now to your death. Please ... eat. Drink."

He ignored the beauty's response as left the room and headed toward the one that would eventually be her own bedroom. Ivan was sorry he'd used the word death, but it was done ... and, one way or another, it was accurate. He went to the closet and found a full length, thick, cotton robe and a pair of soft, warm slippers. He returned to his room and set the clothing on the edge of the bed near Molly, continuing not to let her reaction to her new claimed reality affect him.

"I am going to release the shackles," he told her calmly, reaching out to her bound ankle. "And you are going to dress ... and not resist me."

With her foot free, Ivan moved closer to Molly and gestured for her biund hand ... unsure of what to expect from her.

 

[heartofcourage]

He knew her name. Molly was taken back by the fact that he called her by her name, knowing something so intimate about her that she was frightened. Her heart was hammering in her chest as he told her that she would stay there until she died. Eating and drinking was the last thing on her mind right then. She simply shook her head as he left the room briefly and returned with slippers and a robe.

As he released her ankle and wrist, she knew that she had one chance. She swung at him with a balled fist, hoping that she made some kind of contact that would allow her to get away. She had to get away. If she didn't, she had no idea what might happen to her.

 

[Tony2015]

Ivan saw the swing coming, of course. After having fed upon her so well, his senses were as high as they could be: he saw the fist coming almost as if Molly's movements were in slow motion. Ivan pulled his head back just far enough for the punch to swipe right past his face. Not connecting with him, Molly was off balance, falling forward into her host's awaiting arms. As if handling a child a third her weight, Ivan lifted and spun Molly about, then slammed her down onto the mattress. He wasn't trying to hurt her, of course, but he did her and feel her reaction to the unexpected manhandling of her.

"Please!" Ivan said as he pressed forward, between her now parted thighs, and pushed a hand down upon the middle of her back. She struggled, but to no avail: he had the weight and position to simply hold her to the mattress. Again, he wasn't trying to hurt her, but he did maintain his control of her as he said with a sincere voice, "Molly, please ... do not fight me. There is nothing you can do to stop this from happening. I am your master now. You will do what I ask of you. If you do, your life here will be comfortable ... even enjoyable and satisfying. But if you don't..."

Ivan didn't finish what she might think of as a threat but was certainly a promise. He stood tall again, releasing his firm hold on her. "Please, Molly."

 

[heartofcourage]

Molly let out a scream as she was suddenly caught up in his arms and flipped over onto her belly. The platters on the bed clattered as she struggled underneath him. Her breath came out in frightened pants, her arms and legs squirming as she struggled to break free. He held her with ease, his body between her thighs and his hand pressing her against the bed easily.

"You can't do this to me!" She shrieked at him, finally calming as she panted. "What gives you the right?"

She heard the plea in his voice, the need for her to stop struggling. She didn't want to. She wanted to rage until he let her go. It didn't seem like that was going to be happening any time soon.

"You aren't anything to me." She said as she scurried across the bed, glaring at him as she sat there and covered herself from his view. "You're not my master. I have no clue who you are!"

 

[Tony2015]

"What gives you the right?"

That was a good question. For Molly, maybe. For Ivan, however, it was a question he'd answered when he handed over three quarters of a million dollars for her. She was his, whether or not she could understand it ... whether or not she would accept it.

He did nothing to stop or contain Molly as she scurried across the massive bed. She wasn't going far, he knew. She could flee the bed, flee the room, flee the upper of two floors that constituted the penthouse condominium, and she still would be in his custody. There was no leaving -- no escaping -- Ivan's home without his permission.

"You aren't anything to me," she said, again doing her best to hide her nude body from her captor. "You're not my master. I have no clue who you are!"

Ivan studied Molly for a moment, sympathetic to her situation. He leaned over the bed, took up the robe, and tossed it closer. "Please."

He turned his back to her, giving her a bit of privacy as he explained, "I understand how you feel, Molly. I understand what you are going through ... what you are thinking ... the confusion ... the anger ... the disbelief. The reason I can say this is that I, too, went through what you are going through now."

 

[heartofcourage]

Ivan looked at her with a bit of sympathy in his eyes. It confused Molly greatly as he tossed the robe a little closer and turned his back to give her privacy. Molly grabbed the robe and pulled it on quickly, stepping off the edge of the bed to stand on her own two feet. The bed was between them, putting a little bit of a buffer to make her feel safer.

"Bullshit. You have no idea what this is like." Molly said, crossing her arms over her chest. "If you did, you would let me go."

 

[Tony2015]

Ivan didn't need to turn to know Molly had dressed. He'd heard the soft cotton of the robe sliding over her naked flesh. He turned to face her, picked up the slippers, and -- very slowly, as not to frighten her further -- began walking around the end of the bed as he talked.

"Many years ago..." Ivan began, not telling her how many as he knew she wouldn't believe him, "...I, too, was taken against my will. I was 14 years old. My parents were poor farmers ... serfs. They sold me. My own parents. I was angry ... hurt. I was taken to a castle in the mountains ... locked in a stone walled room..."

He looked about him, at the luxury of the bed chamber. This room, as with the rest of the two floor penthouse condominium, was a mix of modern design and antique décor. He smiled, admitting, "Life has ... improved for me since then."

He looked back to Molly, stopping where he was. "I did not understand what was happening to me, just as you do not understand what is happening to you now. But Molly ... I assure you that if you will just ... give me a chance ... I will make sense of all of this."

He held the slippers out before him, giving her a slight smile. "Molly. I will not hurt you ... so long as you do as I ask."

 

[heartofcourage]

Listening to his story, she had to wonder if he were really in his right mind. That kind of thing didn't happen there in the US. Parents didn't sell their children like they were gypsies or a commodity worthy of money. He seemed at peace with what had happened in his life and she wondered just how a man that was acting so genial towards her could talk about keeping her in a place against her will.

"As long as I do as you say, huh?" Molly asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't think I'm willing to do that."

With that, she pushed her way past him to exit the bedroom. When she opened the door, she stopped and took in the place that she was in. It was huge, larger than she thought that the rest of the place would have been.

 

[Tony2015]

Molly's rejection of Ivan's request did not surprise him. Who in their right mind would so easily give up control of their life? When she pushed around him and headed for the exit, he did nothing to stop her, only turning with her and following slowly behind her. He caught up with her on the landing where she was taking in the incredible, two floor condominium. She turned to face Ivan at the sound of him coming up behind her, backing a step or two to ensure she remained out of his reach. Again, not unexpected.

"I know you have no intention of staying around," he said, "but I could still give you a tour if you are interested. He headed down the steel and glass spiral staircase to the lower level, not bothering to look behind him to see whether she was following him or, if she was, at how much of a distance. Just as with the bedroom upstairs, the lower floor with a mix of modern styling and antique furnishings. Side by side were 21st century sculptures and 16th century oil paintings. An 8 foot tall 11th century maple wardrobe had its doors wide open revealing a nearly brand new entertainment center featuring all voice activated electronics from stereo to television to Internet ready devices. The entire home seemed to have a split personality.

Ivan made his way slowly across the marble floors, past centuries-old chaise lounges and steel sculptures so new you could almost hear the artist still pounding on them with his hammer. He stopped only when he reached what he thought was the most spectacular feature of the entire home, the 12 foot high floor to ceiling glass windows that look out upon the Manhattan skyline. The view was absolutely breathtaking. Ivan had always found it ironic that this scene, the tall buildings reaching high into the air, with their differing architecture had always reminded him of the view from his castle in the Austrian Alps, where he spent his first years as what he was today.

He simply stood before the windows, waiting to see how his new mistress would react...

 

[heartofcourage]

Molly looked around the apartment from her vantage point, taking in all of the opulence around her. The place was oddly decorated, but it was tasteful. If she were in any other position, she would have enjoyed the setting. Instead, she hurried down the staircase after Ivan and towards the large double doors. Tugging on the handles, she let out a curse as they remained firmly locked.

"Fuck." Molly whispered to herself, pressing her forehead against the wooden doors. "Fuck. FUCK."

She pounded her first against the wooden portal before she turned around to look at Ivan. He had her locked in, it seemed.

"I am going to fucking kill Harry. Do you understand that? If he steps foot in this place, I am going to claw his eyes out." Molly told Ivan.

She was not a violent woman by nature, in fact most people would consider her to be very soft spoke. She enjoyed books and good music to television and material things. But in that moment, she would have murdered her ex if he dared to show his face.

 

[Tony2015]

"Fuck."

Ivan looked over his shoulder to the robe-clad woman attempting to flee. He would have smiled had he found it funny or entertaining. But it wasn't. He understood the emotions flooding through her. And he sympathized. Unfortunately, his need for her was far greater than that sympathy.

As she pressed her forehead against the wooden doors, she pounded upon the four inch thick oak and murmured , "Fuck. FUCK."

Ivan turned away, suddenly unable to contain his smile at her whispers about her Ex. Oh, how many women and men have though such about their former lovers? he wondered. Hers wasn't a unique sentiment. Of course, the reason behind that sentiment ... that was unique.

Ivan turned and walked toward Molly until that moment when she looked about to back away, at which point he stopped and asked, "Shall we continue to the tour?"

He turned and headed toward an open portal, beyond which was obviously the kitchen and dining room. He looked over his shoulder to Molly, stopping to reassure her, "Please. I need you to abandon your quest to escape my evil clutches, Molly ... just long enough for me to show you the rest of your ... what shall we call it, your prison?"

He gave her a bit of a smirk, turned and continued forward. Without concerning himself with whether or not she was following, listening, or simply cursing him with a painful and lasting death, Ivan began explaining about how she would have full access to the kitchen, pantry, laundry facilities... He almost sounded like an residential building manager giving a prospective tenant a walk-through of their newly rented apartment.

He opened a door, saying, "Jacuzzi ... sauna ... exercise equipment...

He continued down the hall, opening yet another door. "Library ... entertainment system ... computer. Sorry, while it has internet from which you can gather any information of the world you wish, it does not feature any of the social networking ability that you may be tempted to use to, um ... call for help."

Onward again, to a game room. "Darts are my favorite. Not a popular game these days, outside of the Old World and a few East Coast taverns, but ... if you would like to learn ... pool obviously."

He returned to the living room and looked to Molly for a moment. The tour hadn't eased her hatred of him, not that he'd expected such an insane result. He smiled, almost chuckling at the ridiculousness of giving a tour to a prison, and asked, "Can you think of anything more you might need?"

This ought to be good, he thought, waiting...

 

[heartofcourage]

Molly was barely listening as Ivan continued on the tour of his apartment. She didn't care. She wanted out of there the first chance that she could get. It was a lovely place, somewhere she would have jumped at the chance to live in if it were her choice, but none of this was her choice. She was being held against her will and she was not happy.

She hadn't moved from her spot as she heard him talking to her from the other rooms. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her dark eyes glaring at him as he came back into the room and asked if there was anything else.

"Yeah, I need to go home." She muttered, her eyes blazing at him. "I think that would be the best thing for all of us. If you let me go, we can forget that this ever happened."

 

[Tony2015]

Ivan only smiled politely at Molly's anything more request. He turned away from her, going to the bathroom off a little hall to his left. When he emerged, Ivan was carrying a hand mirror. He slowed as he got closer to her, then gave her an It's alright, stay calm gesture before stopping barely within reach of her. He offered out the mirror, saying softly, "Take it... Please, Molly ... just ... take it."

Once she'd done as he asked, he said, "I don't normally do this so soon in a new relationship, but ... it's obvious that you're not going to accept your situation until ... well, full disclosure."

He wagged a finger toward her neck, saying, "Take a look." She didn't immediately comply -- Bullheaded, he thought to himself -- so Ivan turned away and headed calmly toward the wet bar. With his back to her -- offering her the option to take a peek without seeming to comply -- he began, "The wounds are ... well, simply put ... fang marks."

There was a single pair of them. The stereotypical Hollywood vampire movie bite was one or two pair of very close puncture marks on one side of the neck. Ivan had always hated those interpretation of his kind's work. First, in the case of twin pairs of bites, the pairs had almost always been placed too near one another. Really? To create bite marks like that the vampire would have to have a mouth the size or a two year old child or a gopher.. In most cases of a single pair of wounds, they were almost always placed directly over the sternocleidomastoideus muscle. Why would a vampire bite into that big, thick muscle, when the meal to be had came from the thin vein that was just an inch closer to the windpipe?

No, the bite mark on Molly's neck were between the big muscle that was part of the control of her head and her wind pipe. They were vertical, not horizontal or even slightly tilted. And, because of the coagulant chemicals he injected into the wound site at the end of his feeding, they were almost inconspicuous, the size of mosquito bites but inverted. She would be able to easily hide them with make up, though the pain of the injury would begin to come to her over the next couple of hours and last for several days.

"You're probably wondering, What kind of animal bit me, Ivan?" he went on, turning with a tumbler full of whiskey and heading slowly her way, still not wanting to frighten her. When he was as close as he though he could get without causing her to reel back, Ivan said bluntly, "Molly ... I bit you." He gave her a brief moment to realize that he wasn't joking, then explained, "I am what your culture ... well, many cultures, existing and long gone ... like to call a vampire."

He sipped from the tumbler and continued, "I bit you. I ... let's use the word harvested ... a quart of your blood while you were unconscious. I need what you have inside you ... not just your blood, but the chemicals within it ... adrenaline ... endorphins ... things I cannot create within my own body ... even a few antigens--" He smiled, then laughed. "I have hay fever, so..." He shrugged playfully, adding, "You're helping me with that, too, believe it or not."

He stopped, lifting his drink again to see how she reacted to what had to be the most incredible story she'd ever heard. Would she think him insane...? Or just a freak? As he waited, he offered the tumbler out her way, asking, "Drink?"

 

[heartofcourage]

Molly stubbornly took the mirror from Ivan and glared at him as he tried to make light of things. He was telling her to look at her throat and she would see what he was talking about. Anything that he said simply made her think that he was a raving lunatic. She didn't want to do as he asked, but the longer he talked, the more curious she became.

Lifting the hand mirror, she looked and saw the two little mark. They were red, but small, telling her that something had indeed happened while she were asleep. Quickly, she snapped the mirror down to her side, glaring at Ivan as he claimed to be a vampire.

"I don't want a fucking drink." Molly said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I think that you're a freak. You get off by biting women. There are no such things as vampires."

 

[Tony2015]

"There are no such things as vampires."

He chuckled, sipped at his drink, then said with smiling lips, "I wished they'd thought that in 13th century Austria. I'd still have my castle in Salzburg." He looked off into space, as if back on Salzach watching the swans glide over the surface. He mused, "I really miss that place." His lips suddenly spread in a devilish smirk. "And Anna... Really miss that girl..."

He growled deep inside, again chuckling. It was pretty obvious that his humor wasn't having the desired effect. He tilted his head, chastising, "C'mon. Loosen up. I just told you I'm a vampire, then reminisced about the hottest little fraulein in all of the House of Babenberg ... and all you can do is stare at me like I'm some sort of ... what was that word...? Freak?"

With incredible speed, he suddenly reached out and snatched Molly by the elbow. Holding her with a grip tight enough to cause great pain, he led her through the main living space of the home, controlling her easily. Down a hall, Ivan pushed open a door and led her into a pitch black room. He gave her a little bit of a shove forward, releasing her. A moment later with a click, the room was flooded with light from all directions.

This room, as with the others, was well decorated. But everything here was old ... as in ancient... and it was almost all related to warfare and housed in some form of protective case: wood pole spears, antique muskets, armor, shields. One wall was covered in bladed weapons ... another with fire arms, the newest among them almost a century in age, including one of the first M1911 .45 caliber pistols Colt ever made.

But what made the room even more unique and interesting were the photographs and portraits. Many were of just one man, while others were of small or large groups or even whole military units and armies. And in each picture ... Ivan could be found. Regardless of the year the photo was taken or the painting was inked, Ivan was there. He began a slow walk about the room, keeping an eye on Molly, seeing how she now had an entire armory of weapons at her disposal.

With a sudden and strong accent, Ivan began speaking to her in a language that sounded very much like German but was instead a long dead dialect of Alemannic. After a couple of lines, he began again in English with no accent, "I am a vampire, Molly. I was born Leopold Ostarrîchi in a little village ... Bezau, in far Western Austria, in the year 1112." He gave her a moment, then added, "I am 904 years old."

He moved to a small painting on the wall, taking it down before walking close enough to hand it out to Molly. "This is the home of my Maker ... my Master ... the vampire who Turned me when I was only 14 years of age."

He turned away from Molly, always aware of her movements in proximity to the weapons...

 

[heartofcourage]

"You don't have the right to tell me to loosen up." Molly growled at him, gasping as he suddenly rushed towards her and grabbed her arm in a punishing grasp.

It was painful and she yelped as he dragged her from the living area and into rooms she had not yet seen. When he released her, she stumbled, struggling to stay on her feet as she looked around the dangerously decorated room. She had never been a fan of weapons, but she did know how to use a gun. Her father had made sure that she was very prepared to live on her own.

Molly was spooked as Ivan started speaking in a language that she had never heard before, walking to hand her a painting of the place that he had been "made". She wasn't sure that she believed any of what he was telling her. He sounded completely out of it, insane and she wondered if he was going to hurt her.

"You are absolutely insane." Molly said, placing the painting aside as she looked around at the weapons on the wall. "Insane."

 

[Tony2015]

"You are absolutely insane."

Ivan turned to look at Molly. Ironically, in all of the centuries he'd walked this earth, she had been the first one to call him that. He didn't know how to react. He was a monster. That was very true. He was a freak. Hell, Molly had called him that already, and many people before him had as well. But insane was a new one to him. Am I? he wondered as she repeated, "Insane."

He began walking back toward the beauty, slowly, but with body language that told her he was not stopping short this time. She backed away, but Ivan had chosen this path because it backed her toward a corner and away from the weapons that were at the ready.

"Insane..." he mused, just loud enough for her to hear. Ivan began explaining, "I was more comfortable with you thinking I was just a freak. I ... I don't think I like the implication that I am insane ... crazy ... some kind of nut."

As he neared her, Molly was looking for a way out or a weapon or ... Ivan didn't honestly know ... but it was obvious in her expression that she knew danger was imminent. When she suddenly bumped into the wall and had no where else to go, he extended his tongue and wetted his lips. He was only three feet from her when he opened his mouth about as wide as what would be necessary to bite into a juicy red apple. A soft, high pitched hiss -- not snake, not cat, not even real -- began to escape from his throat ... and the previously normal looking canines in his upper row of teeth began extending slowly, eventually reaching a length of almost two inches.

 

[heartofcourage]

Molly backed up towards the corner of the room, her brow furrowing in concern as Ivan didn't take kindly to her calling him insane. As she felt her back pressing against the wall she suddenly felt trapped. There was nowhere to go as he came forward. She glanced briefly towards the wall of weapons, wondering if she could grab one to defend herself.

Then, he opened his mouth and showed her his teeth. Fangs were growing as he hissed at her, showing that he was very real and he was most certainly a vampire. What in the holy hell was going on, she asked herself.

"What the hell?" She whispered, almost afraid to put those words to life. "Stay the hell away from me!"

Her voice was laced with sudden fear, her eyes wide and focused on the dangerous fangs that were threatening her.

 

[Tony2015]

In a flash, Ivan was on her. His speed and 50+ pound advantage had her pressed hard against the wall almost before she'd realized he was coming at her. He easily took control of her arms at the wrists, maneuvering his knees to not only part her knees but lift her feet from the ground. In under three seconds, Molly was entirely smashed against the sturdy wall ... as Ivan tilted his head and sunk his fangs into the side of her neck opposite of where he'd fed upon her while she was unconscious the night before.

He knew, of course, what she was feeling. He'd been fed upon often before being turned. And he could remember the pain of the fangs sinking into his neck as if it had happened yesterday, rather than the good part of a millennia ago. But she would only be aware of the intense pain of the fangs sinking into her soft, sensitive flesh for a few seconds.

Before he took the pleasure of consuming her delicious blood, Ivan first had to anesthetize her. He couldn't have her thrashing about with two sharp objects rammed into her neck. The damage would be irreparable, leaving her to bleed out on the floor of his Memory Room since he obviously couldn't call for a paramedic to patch her up.

Once his fangs were sunk into her carotid, the inhuman glands in the upper portion of his mouth began pumping a sedative into Molly's neck. After only four or five seconds, the drug would both cause her to no longer be able to feel the pain or use her limbs. Ivan continued to pin the woman against the wall until she went as limp as a rag doll.

But while he would normally pump enough of the sedative in a blood donor to make them pass out, Ivan held back. He wanted her helpless, but not unconscious. She didn't believe he was what he was, so ... Ivan was going to ensure that she believed.

He ceased pumping sedative into her blood stream and -- accessing a second set of glands -- pumped a thick coagulant into the wound. Seconds later, he withdrew the fangs and still cupping the attack area with his lips, sucked and licked up any and all blood that had escaped her.

Ivan pulled back enough to slip an arm under Molly's knees, lift her into a cradled position, and carry her easily away to and up the spiral staircase to his bedroom. There, he laid her out on the bed, slipped the robe off her to leave her once again nude ... and began shedding his own clothes...

 

[heartofcourage]

Molly screamed as Ivan was suddenly on her, pressing her against the wall with an inhuman strength. She thrashed in his arms, struggling to free her hands to pound at shoulders and chest. He soon had her hands gathered and pressed against the wall at the wrist at the same time her feet were lifted off the ground.

Another scream left her lips as he suddenly bit her, the pain of his fangs entering her flesh sharp and sudden. She didn't have much time to think about it before she felt herself going limp in his arms. It was against her will and she was suddenly heavy in his grasp. She panted in fear, wondering just what was happening to her as he fed hungrily at her neck.

There was nothing that she could do as he cupped her legs and pulled her away from the wall, carrying her away from the room and back up the stairs. She was placed on the bed, her robe pulled away until she was completely exposed to him. She wanted to protest, to tell him to leave her alone, but the words wouldn't come.

Instead, as he parted her legs and looked at her with a hungry, she let out a low moan of fear. This wasn't happening, she though. This wasn't happening...

 

[Tony2015]

Ivan reached to his belt, unbuckling it as he explained with a tone that was one part empathy, one part admonishment, "I didn't want our first time--" He hesitated, realizing that that wasn't entirely accurate. He continued loosing his slacks, unfastening the snap and zipper as he continued, "First time with you conscious ... and me in you ... to be an act of force..."

He stepped out of his shoes and let his slacks fall to the carpet. "I had hoped to make you understand..."

Ivan slipped his boxers off his hips, letting them fall. His cock was nearly fully hardened. At ten inches in length fully stiff and above average in girth, it had been described by a previous blood donor as the Monster's Monster. He'd actually found that ... what was the word he'd used at the time ... cute.

He continued as he unbuttoned and removed his shirt, "I had hoped you could accept your situation for what it is ... hoped you could accept me for what I am. But I see that ... at least for now ... we're going to have to do this the hard way."

Now naked above her, Ivan presented himself as a fairly well sculpted man. He had a layer of winter fat, sure. But he was a 900 year old vampire with a taste for chocolate and beer, not a 20 year old body builder who never ate a carb he couldn't burn off pumping weights.

He crawled onto the bed, parting Molly's legs, then lifting her knees to more open her up to him. As he moved into position, Ivan explained, "While you have no control over your external body ... your limbs in particular--"

He didn't have to mention that she couldn't open her mouth past just the small bit it already was; or even close her eyes to avoid seeing what was about to come, for Ivan already knew Molly had come to realize this.

He continued, "--you do have full sensitivity within your body." As he reached down to take control of his cock -- now rock hard and ready -- and place it at her hole, Ivan continued, "What I mean by that is..." His lips widened in a devilish smirk as he pushed forward and finished, "You will feel this ... and, in fact, you might even enjoy it."