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“Yes.” she said curtly, her voice full of malice. Her eyes moved the length of his finely chiseled torso to meet his dark eyes once more. Again, she felt as if she were drowning in those luminous dark orbs. “I did send her to you.” Her hands moved to her hips, her voice a icy spike thrown at him. “Is the Sentinel to good to feed under our own roof?” She tore her eyes away from his, instead choosing to divert her attention to a painting just over his shoulder. It bothered her a great deal how quickly she could become lost in those eyes.

She scoffed at him as he spoke. “You are not terrible unappealing.” Her chin rose and stiffened as she answered him. Lila had always had a no nonsense way about her. She did not beat around the bush, which unfortunately, more often than not, got her in a great deal of trouble. “You are, in fact, very handsome. But looks, Lord Vladamir, are not everything. I think your are a self-centered, egotistical, self-righteous, bastard and it’s those qualities that I find most unappealing.”

Her eyes narrowed, her full ire raised. “How dare you expect anything from us after having murdered Alan. You kill my brother, my kindred, my friend; come to my home and expect me to suck you, fuck you and give you a place to rest.” Her voice grew deep and dark, as though it were no longer her own. “You act as if you kicked my dog, acting as if you’ve done nothing wrong. So what if he killed people, that is what we do; we are killers. We have to survive and I can assure you that your hands are just as bloody as his.”

She was trembling now with rage, her eyes dark with the hate for this being standing before her. “Now, Lord Vladamir,” her voice spat the title out as if it were rotten. “I have to dress and join Lucius. I would very much appreciate it if you would leave; you have no more business in my home and are most unwelcome” Taking a step back from the door, she slammed it in his smug face, not giving him the chance to reply. She knew it was a mistake to speak her mind and if she lived to see another sunset, she would count herself lucky. If Vlad informed Lucius of her tirade, he would certainly stake her. But she didn’t care. She felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her chest.
 
Black eyes considered the beautiful vampiress before him. He could not help noticing that she took on a different quality of beauty when she was angry. He did not understand why he continued to be drawn to her. As vehemently as she seemed to hate him, he figured he would be better off just ignoring her, just leaving. However, there was something about her, was it her eyes, perhaps?

He stood quietly throughout her rant, his black eyes holding hers, refusing to look away. He realized in that moment, the depths that this woman truly hated him. That hatred struck a chord in the sentinel’s heart, bothering him in a way that he did not have the time to digest upon at the moment. Why did her hatred bother him so? Many hated him, it came with his station.

All that being said, she was certainly justified in her honest hatred of him, he had taken much from her Kiss in the past day, although she seemed to have, to his eyes, misinterpreted his actions. She also had misjudged his purpose in coming to her, even for not feeding on the woman. She had twisted his every action to paint him in the most negative light possible. However, should he have expected anything different?

Although he knew she was justifiably angry with him for his actions he deemed necessary, she did not have the right to tell him when he should leave. If one was to get technical, neither did Lucius when it came right down to it. However he had been a fool for trying to utilize her to get at Lucius, indeed a fool to dare to try to interact with her in the first place, what had he hoped to gain anyway?

Without saying anything Vladimir walked off, wondering what if anything had her rand accomplished? He could sense the emotions of a place, even to a point where he could identify the emotions of objects, what people had been feeling when they touched an object for example, and Vladimir got washes from this entire area. They were very dark emotions all, and ran from pain and anger, to suffering and cruelty. Although it did not really seem it, empathy was one of his gifts. He could not scan the thoughts of other vampires, even he was not that powerful without a blood tie, but he could sense their emotions. There was a small portion of him that wanted to turn back and comfort her in some way, and Vladimir was again surprised by the uncharacteristic desire.

He retreated down the hall to his coffin room, and quickly dressed and after a moment found himself back at Lila’s door. He made an effort to dampen down his power, tried to look sheepish for needing to ask something of her after her glorious rant, but what else was he to do? He knocked firmly but not forcefully on her door, being assertive but not aggressive. So when she opened the door he tried his best to appear genuine and not sarcastic as he would wish. He could not quite manage contrite, however. “Before you accuse me of coming to solicit an act of prostitution from you again, I ask you to hear me out.” He said calmly, his black eyes again meeting her green eyes, “Whereas you have made it clear you are done with me, I find that I am not done with you.” He let that hang in the air a moment, letting her simmer, curious what she thought he would ask for. He was again dressed in his black clothing appearing ready to depart, “I find that I need to beg of your assistance to leave this fine underground shelter.” He said after that long pause. “The elevator requires your print to access.” He added just encase she had forgotten in her rage earlier.

Above, Lucius seemed upon the verge of strangling the officer and silently cursed second Lila, for not being there to read the man’s thoughts. Not for the first time, he wished that that was one of his particular talents. However, it was not one of his skills. That had always been interesting to Lucius, that his child displayed talents that were not his own, such an occurrence was very rare. That foreboded that she would probably one day be much more powerful than he was. After all his power was no longer growing, he had hit his limit, and her power only continued to grow.
 
Lila was standing in the walk-in closet, trying to decide on what exactly to wear. She had thousands of articles of clothing, each tailor made to fit her curvaceous form. Finally, she chose a form fitting black silk dress, with a high collar. The hem line rested just above her thighs. Red roses adorned the silk fabric, the back was completely removed from the dress, exposing the subtle line of her spine. Black stockings and six inch stiletto heels adorned the outfit. A thin gold necklace and bracelet that Lucius had given her accented the outfit nicely.

She stood admiring herself in the mirror. Such a beautiful disguise for an ugly monster. Thought of Vlad came to her mind once more. Why did she hate him so? Yes, he had killed Alan; but even though they had essentially brother and sister their relationship had been strained. He did kill indiscriminately, taking pleasure in the pain of other. His blood lust had become insatiable in the madness that overtaken his mind. More often than not they were having to clean up his messes. The only victims that Vlad had pictured were those that Alan had been sloppy on, towards the end of his life. There were countless others, which thanks to she and Lucius had never been connected back to Alan. At least two dozen more existed, either as missing persons, victims of random acts of violence or even a deranged serial killer. But the hate that she felt for Vlad, the seething anger she felt him didn’t seem to make sense to even her. She knew it didn’t make sense, but the moment she saw him, she was inundated with an uncountable rage. It was very perplexing.

Hearing a firm knock at her door, she glided across the room, her hips swaying slightly as she turned the brass knob. Once more he stood before her, his eyes fixating on hers. She sense of falling into oblivion shook her for a moment; she took a deep breath to gain her composure. She heard him speak, his words seemingly sincere. She wondered if he wasn’t mocking her. Had she been able to blush she would have in that moment. It was useless to try and throw someone from your home if you had them, for all intents and purposes, locked in with you. That was smooth, she thought ruefully.

She was surprised to see him standing there. Fully dressed, but her mind replayed the images of him, once again, dressed merely in a towel. A familiar tingle raced through her, although she did her very best to quash it. How could she hate him in one instant with a ferocity that bordered on insanity and the next feel a desire to fall to her knees and beg him to take her? It bothered her immensely, she should not be feeling this way, especially about Vlad.

“Of course.” she said, the anger in her still bubbling just beneath the surface. But her voice had once again returned to its soft velour. “Actually, I was just on my way upstairs; I take it you will want to speak to Lucius again before you depart.” Part of her wished that he would say no, at least that way she wouldn’t have to worry about Vlad informing her Master of her atrocious manners. But, most likely, protocol would call for him speaking to Lucius at least once more.
 
Vladimir considered her. Glad for the time being that she seemed to be done with her unthinking tirade. Her hatred rolled off her in waves. But there was more underneath that, some form of attraction to him, an attraction that she did not understand either, perhaps? It was an interesting question; although probably better handled at another time. Time when he could sort through what he was feeling. So much of which he’d not felt in a long time.

Vladimir had since encased his heart in stone, and kept everyone at bay. Seemingly Lila made him feel things he had not felt in centuries. Why was that? Why did her hatred for him make him feel drawn to her? Vladimir feared that deep down he knew why, but he could also admit to himself that perhaps now was not the time to think of those reasons. He did not think he was ready to reopen that part of his being.

He also found that he could not help noticing how beautiful she looked even as he stood there before her. “Who said I was leaving?” he inquired after she spoke. “I recall you requesting me to leave, but honestly missed the part where you had any authority to make me do anything.” He tried to lighten the mood, “Save vexed at your uncharacteristic hatred of me.” Vladimir was someone who was well respected, was considered to have much charisma even at times, and it did bother him that she hated him so. Although even as he spoke, it seemed more a curiosity to him, rather than something that truly bothered him.

He reached up without thinking and brushed at what he thought was a mark of dirt on her shoulder, but as soon as his fingertips touched her, he realized that it was no dirt but bruising and as his black eyes swept down to his fingertips he recognized the bruising. It was trauma bruising surrounding a messy vampire bite. Most clean vampire bites left no mark other than the twin pin pricks, if the bite wasn’t healed completely. This type of bite was like that of a savage bite, made by an inexperienced vampire, or possibly as a mark of possession, although those marks were usually left on the breast or neck. His fingertips were cool against her bare skin, one of the few outward signs that he had not fed this rising, that she probably would pick up on. Vladimir’s magic was even simulating a heartbeat, even if it did not truly beat, and would not until he fed once again. He knew he had no right in touching her, and could feel that fact with the almost jolt that went through him with that little touch. He also felt rage at what had been done to her.

“This was messily done.” He said, his voice low, and quiet, an unintentionally seductive rumble, as his fingers caressed over her bare shoulder. He seemed unaware that he was caressing her pale skin as a lover might. His eyes swept up to meet hers. It had took much trauma for a vampire to carry a mark for any length of time. Only a powerful individual could have left the mark on her he knew. In his eyes she could read his knowledge of who had bitten her.

Slowly he pulled his hand back. It was in his eyes to offer to heal her wound. He even possibly tipped her off to it by running his tongue over his lips, moistening them. His tongue, with his healing saliva that most vampires had, suitable tor healing such bite wounds. For greater wounds blood would work, but something told him that she would wish a blood bond with him even less than she would want him licking her shoulder to heal her either.

That was all he said, although his eyes spoke volumes more than he said allowed. Slowly Vladimir returned his hands behind his back, the moment stretching out awkwardly between them. He was unsure of how she would react, to his touch, to his keen observation. For the almost concern he showed her.
 
Lila fumed at his admission that she would not be leaving. Her eyes narrowed as darkness entered them. She crossed her arms defiantly over here chest, trying to control the wrath that was bubbling just beneath the surface. This man infuriated her beyond imagine. Her brow lifted as she spoke to him. “Fine.” She said the chill apparent in the word, she lifted her shoulders as she glared at him. Perhaps she had a bit of the madness that now infect Lucius and had once infected Alan.

She flinched a bit as he touched her shoulder. It was if an electric shock spiked through her. Her confidence was erased. He knew what happened and who had done that to her. The pain that the his act had caused her was unimaginable. Lucius had torn through the muscle, fed from her and left her in a weakened condition. Even a strong vampire would have worn this dark mark for a couple of days. She would be lucky not to have his mark for a week or more. She could once again feel Lucius’ fangs drive down into the muscle of her shoulder, feel the tearing pain that moved both up her neck and down her arm. He had taken much from her, brandishing her with a humiliating mark. He had done this on purpose, to punish her further.

She pulled back from Vlad, her eyes still dark but much of the fight gone from her. “No.” She said softly, recognizing his intention. She raised her hand to touch the spot, the place where his cold fingers had caressed her so carefully, making her for the first time, feel as if she were a precious gem. There was a nervous fluttering in her, something she had not felt in a long time. Something that both made her feel good and petrified at the same time. “I appreciate your concern Vlad. But I am nothing to worry yourself over.” A bit more of the her hard nature filled her voice as the corners of her lips turned up in a bitter smirk. If Lucius did not see the mark, he would most likely punish her further. He wanted her to wear this outward sign of her punishment, since no more could be shown.

There was a stirring in her. Desire? No? Certainly not. But there was an emotion that he stirred within her. Why was that? What hold did he have on her? And how did it happen? This was the first time he had ever even touched her. Yet his touch was ingrained in her, apart of her. It both comforted her and made her need him all the more. Impossible! She cursed her own stupidity. She was merely falling under the effects of the magic. Apparently he had the gift of charming, a gift bestowed upon all vampires. He was a rarity if he did posses this gift, however, in that he could use the gift against one of his own. That was disturbing all together.

She straightened her back, taking a step toward him. “You’ve not fed for a while, Lord Vladmir.” His power still beat at her, however. Sudden thoughts of once again, his age came to mind. “I could call upstairs to one of our dancers and have one brought down to you.” She turned her back on him for a moment, going to the phone that sat on the night stand by her bed. “Kami is on tonight, the young woman we were sitting with when you arrived last night. She is very good. But all of our dancers are very good.” She looked back at him, picking up the receiver. “What would you like, a brunette, a blond? A red haired beauty?”
 
Vladimir watched her. He could sense her discomfort, both at his touch, and the underlying concern that the touched had hinted at. He in fact had not made the offer more blatant knowing she would not accept. She spoke a denial even though it was not necessary he had not pushed the issue. Did she truly think herself so unworthy? Did she not know of the more positive things Sentinel’s did? He almost chuckled at that. Most had long forgotten the more positive roles the Sentinel held that of protector of Vampire kind. This could manifest in many ways. However so often, the good that a Sentinel could do was often overlooked. Masters all over had built them up into this sort of boogieman that little vampires should fear. That was if the younger vampire was told anything about the Sentinels, which Vlad was starting to find more and more often was not the case.

Vladimir also understood why Lucius had done that to Lila, and even if he did not agree with the action, or its justification, it did not hinder his overall understanding. Therefore, he did not press the issue. He merely nodded.

Watching her take a step forward he did not flinch, even though he knew not what motivated her. It all became clearer as she spoke. Feeding indeed would be nice; however he was surprised she would offer to allow him to feed. He was not sure that she had truly meant for him to feed off the older Hispanic woman, something told him if he had she would have denied his right to do so. However she had said that the woman had been an offering and had seemed slighted that he had not fed from her. Whether she genuinely had taken offense, or if she had been acting, Vlad figured he should not reject her invitation a second time. Doing so, could make him appear ungrateful, or even rude. He in fact did not truly know why she offered; perhaps it was her brusque way of showing gratitude for his concern?

At her continued words he looked a bit perplexed. Taking the further conversation as an invitation he stepped into the Suite closing the distance between them. “Lady Lila.” He spoke watching her. His eyes had been unable not to sweep over her when she said a red-haired beauty. He thought of asking her if the beauty would look like her, but figured now was not the time for his dry brand of humor. He continued speaking after a second, “Are you offering one of your dancers to me as a meal, or for a sexual purpose?” he asked. “If it is just for a feeding, I truly have no preference.” He said. Feeding could be very erotic, or they could be very functional. Vladimir rarely if ever allowed himself to truly relax and enjoy feeding. He treated it as a duty most often, more often than not because he was in a hurry, or in hostile territory, as he was now.

“Just who ever you can spare will be fine I am sure.” He said and dipping a slight bow he thanked her, “I thank you for your most generous offer.” He said and his words did ring with sincerity.
 
Lila’s grim smirk never faded from her face. “As you wish, Lord Vladamir.” She spoke quietly to him, her voice still filled with the cold, husky voice that was solely her own. The European accent flavored her words lightly, although over the centuries it had indeed faded. Pressing the receiver to her ear, she punched in a series of three numbers. An almost immediate response happened as she said, “Would you please send Crystal to my office?” Her voice carried a great deal of authority as she placed the receiver back into its cradle.

“I will have to go and get her. None of the dancers know of our underground hideaway,” she said with a curve of her full lips. “We have to charm them before and after then come down, so that they leave as unaware as possible. It would not do to have them know about our subculture, as I am sure you are well aware.” Lila very rarely fed from the dancers. It was only when she was in dire need that she did so. The majority of the time she would go and find someone to feed from. She did not like to take from their own stockpile. Lucius, on the other hand loved to bed the women that worked for them; he made a habit of feeding from them as well.

“I assure you, she will be more than willing to sleep with you, if that is your wish, if you do desire the company of a woman.” She approached him, the smile still curving her full red lips. Her eyes moved to his, holding them for a long moment. “That is your decision and I will make one of the better guest rooms available to you, if you wish to do so.” She brushed past him, stopping in the hall. She pointed down the long hall. “If you like, you can meet us in the study in a few moments.”

With that, she turned and made her way in the opposite direction, the only sound was the clicking of her heels on the marble floors. She stopped at the elevator, pressing her hand to the plate. The elevator activated and she listened to the drone of its inner mechanism. The elevator was already on the club floor. Lucius was already upstairs, which was odd. He usually came to inform her when he was leaving. He hadn’t tonight, he must still be very angry at her. The stainless steel doors slid open and she stepped inside the small space. She could smell the distinctive aroma of her Master, sandalwood and musk. She inhaled deeply, shivering as the memory of last night spilled through her again. She could once again feel him pressed against her back, his hand knotted in her hair, her fingers twisting mercilessly at her nipples as she writhed in a mixture of twisted pleasure and pain.

The doors slid open revealing her empty office. She sat at her desk, so it would appear that she had been there for a while. Her hand came to a stack of papers, reading over them. After all, she was head of the business. A light rapping came to her door. “Come in.” she said as she continued to read over the papers. Expense reports and purchase orders covered nearly ever inch of her desk. The door swung inward and Crystal stood there framed in the door.

Crystal was a 25 year old parolee. She had only worked at the club for six months, but she had been out of jail for a year. She had been convicted on a drug and weapons charge, when the guy that she had been shacked up with had jumped ship when their apartment had been raided. She was a hard worker and did her job. She over all liked Crystal, although she was one of the “more mature” of their workers. She also closely resembled Lila. They were the same height and stature. Both had red hair, although the only natural redhead in the room belonged to Lila. “You rang?” Crystal asked with a snort. She wore a white silk robe, cinched tight at the waist.

“Yes.” She said. “I’ve got someone I would like you to meet.”
 
Crystal cocked her head slightly to the side gazing across at Lila, one of her two bosses. It irked her slightly to follow the orders from a woman who was seemingly so much younger than her. If she only knew the truth.

Crystal flipped her head, a habitual gesture that flung her long hair back from her face. It fell back over her shoulder exposing the long line of her pale throat to Lila. Unaware of the affect this might have on the hungry vampiress. “Thanks for looking out for me... you know Lila I really don’t need you to play match maker for me.” She said rather haughtily, showing she had the fiery temper of a red head, even if her hair color came from a bottle. She placed her hands on her shapely hips and then frowned slightly. Seeming to re-evaluate the situation. “You mean this is one of those VIP guests that some of the younger girls talk about serving? The uber sexy ones who always tip well?” Her words suggested that although glamoured, rumors had formed about what happened when Lucius entertained visiting vampires.

“Does this one have a thing for old fat chicks?” she said somewhat dryly. She was by no means fat, but she was much more curvaceous than many of the younger dancers, and definitely seemed to appeal to a certain crowd. Crystal seemed to vacillate between being proud of being toe of the heaviest women in the place, with a bust only rivaled by Lila’s own. At other times she resented not being 125 pounds or less like some of the other women, girls really in the club. Although beautiful, though not anything to even rival Lila, she did have hardness to her eyes that set her apart from the other dancers.

As if realizing her impertinence and slight disrespect, more sass than true disrespect, she seemed to school her face, “I appreciate your looking after me Miss Lila. Will this be just a private dance or something else?” he asked, not wanting to blatantly say the words a trick encase they were tapped. She also knew of the detectives’ presence in the club, although she was not aware that Lila did not know of this fact. Nor was she aware, that Lila could have easily picked all of those thoughts from her head as she thought them. The thoughts regarding the trick, and the detective that had Lucius so upset. It in fact was abnormal that Lila couldn’t sense Lucius’s anxiety and anger, he must have been shielding heavily against her mental intrusions. Crystal was aware of Lila standing and then things in her mind fuzzed and she became aware again in a study as Lila’s words rang in her head, Crystal, This is.” And she had paused looking to the man who sat in the shadows. Crystal had remembered being somewhat confused that Lila did not know the man’s name, and then she had heard the man speak, his voice deep and slightly accented. “Vlad.” The man had supplied in that tone that made Crystal shiver. Lila had seemed in a hurry and then rushed off after telling Crystal to please Vlad in any way he desired. She had thought that after hearing that voice she would enjoy this job before he was there before her, black eyes capturing her gaze.

Vlad had watched as Lila called up to what he presumed was the club above. He listened as she spoke, bowing to indicate his appreciation. He watched her walk off, feeling like things had smoothed slightly between the two of them. Even if they had merely moved to outward hostility, to hostile pleasantries, Vlad would consider that progress. He wanted her to be an ally to him; he suspected he would be in this territory longer than he had originally planned, and having someone close to Lucius, like Lila, as an ally would make his job much easier. He was unsure however, how to win her trust, his honor demanded that he not just simply charm her. He would not take away her free will in this. He knew well what it was like to have your life decisions out of one’s own hands. He would only resort to such a method if all else failed.

The Sentinel moved gracefully down the hallway to the Study that Lila had mentioned. He chose a chair in the corner, once again rapping himself in the shadow that was one of his trademarks. As noticeable and powerful as Vlad could be, that was part of what made him so dangerous. Anyone that knew Vlad well, which admittedly was not that many individuals. Those that knew him recognized that Vlad had so much control of himself and his own situation that he was only visible when he wanted to be. At other times he could fade into the background. Such was the skill of the Sentinel, and he was an almost flawless hunter. And just as the great lion could be attention drawing, with its loud roar and golden main, so could it lay unobserved in the Grass. So was it with Vlad, he too could channel those types of talents.

And so that was where he was when Lila returned leading another woman that to a casual glance, have been her sister. Vlad could sense that Lila seemed still wrought with emotion, but she seemed to be trying to shield, probably not wanting her uninvited guest to pick up on the reason for it.

When Lila spoke, predictably asking his name, for he had not told her what he was known as to the human world, Vlad stood smoothly. He seamlessly interjected his name, his voice accenting the pronunciation of his name making it almost sound like vlod. He gave a slight acknowledging tilt of his head to Lila, one she would pick up on but that the still glamoured human would not.

As soon as the click of the door sounded heralding Lila’s departure, Vlad moved. He moved almost too fast for Crystal to see. His own black eyes meeting her gray green eyes, the thing that was most different between she and Lila in appearance. At least on the surface. Vlad could sense her roiling emotions and he used his eyes to relax her, almost hypnotizing her. His feeding was gentle, but by no means seductive. It was still erotic to both parties, even so. Her body pressed up behind her. He had circled her before he had fed. He held her neck at an angle that would make the bite less painful. Feeding from her this way made it less intimate than if he had pressed her front, with those ample breasts against his chest. Even in this position though, it was still arousing. Slightly so for Vlad, but more so for her as she moaned at the sting of his fangs, and as he fed the sucking sensation. Vlad for his part could feel the rush as the blood filled his body, rushing into his body’s depleted cells, revitalizing him. His body warmed rapidly, and slowly his heart began to beat. He could also feel his erection grow, as his body became able to react to the fact that the woman’s curvaceous bottom was pressed against his thigh, as he had his body curled around hers, almost as if he were protecting her, rather than taking her life’s blood from her.

Vladimir made sure to take no more than he absolutely needed. He like any Vampire, especially of his age, felt the dark urge to keep feeding. To experience the high of a kill. However, even before the Blackstone council started frowning on such a practice Vladimir had tried not to ever do it. It, contrary to popular belief, did not automatically turn a victim into a vampire. No, the reason Vladimir did not kill when feeding, was the risk of addiction to the power. He was one of the creatures that protected humans from Vampire kind, so he could not afford to become a killer. He could not submit to that darkness.

As he finished, he swept his tongue over the twin pinpricks, healing them. He left no trace or mark upon her flawless skin. Linked with her as he was through her blood, he could always call to her now if he wanted, and he could share her thoughts. The blood bond giving him a talent that was not one of his strongest gifts without it. Her thoughts were a confused jumble, as her brain tried to soot out the events of the evening, tried to account for the gaps. He tried to smooth those gaps. He stepped around to face her before he released her from her enthrallment. He extended his hand to her, as if he hadn’t just performed an intimate act with her and they had not met yet. He wanted to be done with the woman now, but recognized that Lila probably would not be back for some time, so he had to at least interact with this woman. He was also not ready yet to reveal to Lila or Lucius for that matter, that he was no prisoner here; he could get out without their help. Although, for the time being it suited him to keep this fact a secret from them, for the time being. In this situation, it perhaps was wiser to not reveal his true strength.
 
Lila eyed the throbbing jugular that followed the fine line of her long neck. She felt the bite of hunger stir within her own veins. The sight of her sinewy muscles flexing under her skin was nearly more than she could stand. It was very difficult not to round the desk and sup from the fount that was Crystal. “I am well aware, Crystal, you don’t need me to play Matchmaker. But, I am sure you realize that my father and I have your best interest at heart as well as that of our club.” She smiled reassuringly. “And Yes, he is a VIP.” There were two types of VIP’s in their club. Very Important People and Vampires Imitating People…fortunately the young ladies never knew there was a difference.

A sudden icy chill spilled down her spine. Detective. Damnit! She could feel Lucius ire, feel his wrath permeating the walls. This detective was obviously trouble and the kind they didn’t need with Vlad still a round. Her own rage rose again, Vladamir. If not for him the only mess they would have to worry about would have been Carson. And the city was violent enough, his body could have “washed up on shore, missing his head” and he would have just been another victim of gangland violence.

She knew that Lucius needed her, but of course, there was nothing that she could do about that now. She needed to take care of Vlad, at least keep him occupied for a little while. At least while he was downstairs he couldn’t cause any problems. There was no way from him to get upstairs without a handprint authorization. There were two emergency exits, well hidden, in case of attack, both opened into the sewers around the club. She did not worry that he would make it upstairs, to the club without either of them with him. At least that was on small thing to be grateful for.

It was odd that she hadn’t felt anything until now, until Crystal had thought of her Master and the detective. Usually, she was very attuned to his moods, almost feeling them as she would her own, as a second nature. But not tonight. Tonight he was holding a wall around himself. That bothered her. Certainly she couldn’t be that angry with her…but she knew that he was. The detective being present would only make matters worse. Damn Vlad! She wished that she could go to Lucius, help him like only she could; but right now, she had other drama to deal with.

She stood slowly, sliding around the front of her desk. “I’ll take you to him.” she said softly, her voice filled with the hypnotic tones that almost instantly put mortals under her spell. She watched at the grey green eyes of Crystal fell out of focus. She held the young woman’s gaze intently as she placed a cool arm around the woman’s shoulder. She pulled her close against her, Lila a bit taller thanks to the heels she wore. Crystal didn’t speak or seemed the least bit amused as she witnessed the elevator doors opening. This was thanks to the charm that Lila placed over her. She was as docile as a lamb.

Crystal didn’t say anything, she was obvious to moving, to the sounds of the elevator. To anything but the sound of Lila’s voice whispering in an unknown language throughout her mind. It was very calming, a sense of euphoria enveloped her and for once she wasn’t worried about the other dancers making more tips than her; how she was going to pay the rent or even the fact that she needed to get toilet paper before she went home. The only thoughts Lila could read in her vacant mind were that of being in a wonderful dream.

Lila lead her down the long hall, her arm still wrapped around her shoulders. The girls were paid well for their turn as donor. If there time was spent with Lucius they were given 2500 and two nights off of work. Usually, his exploits left them needing time to recover. He had a penchant for violence. They, more often than not, needed the two days to recuperate. The “Stomach Flu” was very prevalent in the club and seemed to hit once or twice a month. For regular vampires, others in their kiss that would come for a drink they were paid 1500 and given the remained of the night off. Lila allowed no one to unintentionally hurt the young women that worked for them. Many of them were the dregs of society (or so that was what was presumed of them); but that’s how Lila had ended her life. She would not allow any of these women that same fate; if she could help it.

A set of French doors opened to a domed shaped room. The walls were lined with books and a bar sat along the far wall. A fireplace harbored one wall, although it was fed by gas and not with real logs. The mantle had the same intricate carvings as the ceilings of the entire house. In the bar, instead of being fine wines, there was a small bar fridge, containing various bloods, rare specimens. The blood of several famous people, artists, actors and actresses. There was even royal vintage. A microwave and an array of glasses also made there home behind the bar. The bar itself was made of wood from the Amazon rain forest; taken centuries before activists began trying to stop the destruction of the forest.

Vlad had chosen one of the overstuffed lambskin chairs in the corner. He was cloaked in shadows, but Lila could feel the overwhelming power that radiated from him. Her eyes met his, as she rubbed the woman’s arm affectionately. “Here is your dancer, ready for your private show. I would like you to Meet Crystal.” she said, bringing Crystal out of her stupor a bit. Crystal smiled and looked around the room. It never occurred to her that the were no longer in the club. Not all of her senses had returned. She was still partially under Lila’s charm. She gave Vlad one last look as she took a step back.

Crystal head was still filled with the fog, so she was unaware of Lila even leaving. Lila pulled the door shut behind her. She needed to get upstairs to Lucius. She knew that he would need her, even if he really didn’t want her there. And why would he, she was part of the reason that detective was snooping around. But she had powers, even at her young age, that he did not. She could read the thoughts of mortals. It was a knack that she had. She could hear them clearly and concisely. She was an invaluable asset to him.

She felt his urgency as he pressed against her. The feel of his cool breath on her neck both intoxicated and alarmed Crystal. She gasped as she felt him nibble at her neck. This wasn’t her first time. She pressed her rear against his cock, feeling him beginning to stiffen and harden against her. Her nipples grew hard against the slippery fabric of the robe. All of this in a matter of seconds, she was blissfully unaware that he was feeding from her. Before long he was standing before her, his eyes holding hers. “Vlad, that’s an unusual name.” she said with a small, flirty giggle. “Where do you come from?” she asked. She wasn’t even aware that he was done with her, that her job had already been done. The seconds before were not gone, like they had never happened. It was if she had stepped back in time and was reliving the moments of their meeting again, only this time she had a speaking part. She slid her fingers into his, her manicured fingernails grazing the inside of his wrist. She winked at him as her other hand moved up to spin one of her long red locks around her finger.

Once upstairs, Lila wasted no time in making her way into the club. Dry ice, smoke and loud music; Usher’s Lil’ Freak, confronted her. Hoots and howls of the men and even a few women pelted her as she made her way to her Master’s table. She could see him, sitting at the booth in the back; his usual spot. He liked that place, he had a vantage of the entire club. Plus, no one could sneak up on him and stake him; like Vlad had done poor Alan. She could see his face, feel the rage rolling off of him. The Detective was being relentless. It was pissing Lucius off.

She stopped at the table, her eyes meeting and holding Lucius’. They were cold, tearing her apart. He then shifted his gaze back to the Detective. “I’m sorry, Detective Potter, have you met my daughter, Lila?” His voice was thick with irritation. The detective, who had been bent, looking over his small notepad looked to her. His eyes grew wide as he took her in. He was an older man, 50. He was astonished at the young woman who was standing before him. She looked so out of place, so strange in this club of sex and hedonism. He was thinking that Lucius was an even bigger asshole than he had thought originally. How could he allow his daughter, a lovely young woman, to work in this pit of sin?

Lila extended her hand closing it around the detectives. He smiled at her, rising at once, bowing his head to her. He seemed overwhelmed by her, his demeanor changing. With Lucius he had been the hard boiled cop. Now, he seemed to be simmering on the edges of kindly librarian. “I was telling your father about the unfortunate events of two of his business associates.”

Lila slid into the booth beside Lucius. “Oh?” she said, her voice full of concern. “I hope it’s nothing serious.” She looked at Lucius and back the Potter, her eyes conveying the appropriate emotions.

“I’m afraid, Miss, that Mr. Carson Peters and Mr. Alan Luther both associates of your fathers have disappeared.” His mind was a jumble. He suspected that Lucius not only knew of their whereabouts, but was responsible for putting them there. He didn’t have anything to go on either one of them, other than their common associate, Lucius Warren. He felt uneasy being close to him, his gut said he was hiding something. But there was no evidence. It was like both men had vanished.

“That is terrible. I do hope that they are both alright.” she said. She looked at Lucius. “My father and I are at your disposal, Detective Potter. Mr. Peter’s was our business partner for nearly fifteen years. And Alan, since before I was born.” She spoke matter of factly, her voice betraying nothing. “Do you have anything to go on?” she said softly, knowing full well they didn’t.
 
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Vladimir took her hand and bowed formally over it. He spoke in the ancient language of the vampires, “I thank you for the gift of life you have given me this day.” He liked to observe the old school formalities that even in his day were not common place. However it befit his honor to speak to her like that.

He placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, just the slightest brush of skin to the backs of her manicured fingers. Her touch was warm and soft; her nails had tickled the skin of his wrist, causing things in him to stir. He found after his interactions with Lila, that it was harder to deny that he had those desires. What was it about Lila that unnerved him so?

He also wondered why she had chosen a woman that looked like she could have been a distant relative to her. Was she trying to tempt him? Or was it merely coincidence?

Vlad kissed her hand as if he hadn’t just been doing far more intimate things with her moments ago. He reinforced his glamour, his alteration of her memories, ensuring her that she had daydreamed the feeling of his lips on her neck, of his touch on her body. “Would you get in trouble if I told you that I do not wish a dance at this time?” Vlad asked as he waved them to the two chairs. It was not that he did not find her appealing; no it was more that he had other things he should be doing, and the woman had already served her purpose. Additionally he did not think that distracting himself with pleasures of the flesh would truly solve anything.

Lucius, as angry as he was at Lila for this whole mess, could not help being relieved to see her come up behind the detective. For that brief second he had an image in his mind of her snapping the neck of the stubborn detective. He had to admit to his dark psyche, it was a nice image.

Even if only half the mess was Lila’s fault he still blamed her for it, and his glare to her past the detective’s head told her all that and more. Yet, it still seemed if he was also conversely very relieved to see her as well.

His pleasure with her grew almost exponentially though, when the demeanor of the detective almost instantly shifted upon seeing Lila. The corners of Lucius’s mouth almost turned up. It was seconds like this that he was reminded of what an invaluable asset Lila truly was to him. He didn’t much like admitting that to her right now, for it would take away from his displeasure. However, he could not truly hide it from himself. As he thought this another thought moved through his mind, a wish that she did not make him punish her so. Why did she push him?

Lucius almost snorted at Lila’s feigned ignorance. However the detective seemed to eat up her fake sincerity. Lucius folded his hands atop the table, “Yes, and this fine officer suggests that I might know something about the situation.”

“No no,” he searched for her name he was just given, the Detective almost ringing his hands, “I never meant to suggest your father was a murderer by any means. The only connection between the two cases is... Well your father.” He said to Lila, almost apologetically. Detective Potter was exceedingly easy for Lila to read, and as he continued to ramble on to Lila, his thoughts betrayed him, hinting for the first time that there were more than one reason for his visit, and that someone might have tipped him off. His thought ran along the line of, the informant didn’t give me much to go on. And then after another few moments he thought of words that had been spoken to him, “Just keep them busy and see what happens.” But if Lila tried to push father to follow up on that thought, she would find there was some sort of barrier blocking her mental progress.

Allowed the detective finally turned from telling Lila everything he had just told Lucius, but in a much kinder tone. All the time, his thoughts rang with pity that “that creep” was her father. Addressing both of them he spoke, “Can I have statements from both of you for where you were last night?”
 
Crystal looked quizzically, “You don’t want a dance?” She asked him, her eyes meeting his. She still felt like she was walking through muck. Her limbs felt heavy, like they had been filled with lead. Her mind felt as if it had been pumped full of sludge. “Whatever you want, cowboy.” She said slowly as she sat down in the adjacent to him, the lambskin cool on her thighs as she slid into the chair. “I get paid either way.” She lifted her fingers, sliding a stray hair behind her ear. Her neck tingled a little, but she ignored it; she brushed at the spot before focusing once more on Vlad.

“So if you don’t a dance, what are you in the mood for?” She leaned forward, her hand coming to rest on his knee. She could feel the flexion of his muscles beneath her hand. She slid her hand a bit higher, leaning forward. The curve of her full breast was exposed to him. She licked her lips, flirting with him. He seemed nice enough, probably had money too, she reasoned. Maybe she could score a couple of hundred off of him.

Lila smiled, her voice soft and still sickly sweet as she spoke. “Of course.” She looked to Lucius, as though she were asking his permission to speak. “My father and I were here all evening. The club is a family owned business, so we don’t rely on anyone else to run it for us. It can be a big job, but my father and I love it so.” She smiled sweeping her hand around the room as if she were showing off a grand ballroom instead of a seedy dance floor writhing with human flesh.

She spent a moment in thought, as though reviewing her evening before. She couldn’t very well say that Lucius had taken out his aggressions on her. She couldn’t inform the detective that Lucius was not her father, that he and she were both vampires. Lila’s eyes held the detective. She wasn’t trying to charm him in the sense that Vampires could charm their prey, making them willingly give up their own life to please them.

“We were here until just after closing, which is 3am.” She smiled at him, no hint of her fangs showing. Detective Potter’s thoughts came to her in a wave. Poor girl, forced to work in a place like this. Bad up brining. Father is a cretin. “I don’t think either of us got up before sunset. I know it was after 7 at the earliest.”

“Are we suspects?” She asked, a touch of fear entering her voice. She looked nervously from her father and back to Potter. She tried to force her way past his mental block. His mind had been tampered with. That concerned her deeply. Someone was pointing fingers at them and she didn’t know who it could be. Was it someone within their own kiss? An outsider like Vlad?
 
Vlad watched her every move. He noticed the telltale touch of fingertips to her neck. He caught the flash of the memory of his mouth on her, but fortunately for him his suggestion to her that it had been a dream had stuck. He watched her sit beside him, his eyes examining her every move. He found himself unconsciously evaluating her as a possible threat. He quickly concluded thanks to her demeanor, and her thoughts, that she posed no threat to him in a traditional sense. Rather, her threat was in degree of annoyance. Lila had maneuvered him to this point, had meant to keep him trapped. He knew well that he was not trapped, however as he had thought before, neither of his “hosts” knew this fact. Therefore he was trapped down here with this woman for an as yet unidentified amount of time.

He briefly let his eyes sweep over her body, and her partially exposed flesh. For that second let himself genuinely consider the bounty before him, rather than just fake appraising her. He had been pretending to admire her before, all part of the web of false flattery. However in that moment he let himself truly consider her. Did his time stuck down here have to really be so unpleasant?

He could feel her hand on his leg, and he found surprisingly that his body did react to her touch, at least a little. He tried to look like he couldn’t make up his mind. He realized that when he denied wanting a dance she immediately thought he wanted something... more risqué. Perhaps he had been too hasty. Taking a breath he responded his eyes meeting hers. Not capturing her eyes like a vampire catching pray, but just the way his black orbs drew everyone in. He tried to deflect the conversation somewhat trying to buy himself some time. “I have made my home in Russia for some time.” He said, hoping that sounded accurate enough, if not totally truthful. He had steered the conversation back to a question he had previously ignored trying to distract her.

However, the way her eyes almost glazed over at his words gave evidence to the fact that she had just asked out of politeness, that she did not really care where he made his home. And then she spoke again asking him again what he had in mind if he didn’t want a dance. He again tried to look pensive. He had not removed her hand, because strangely enough he found that he was torn. There was a very male part of himself that wanted her touch, but another part of him that did not want his first in so long to be a mortal. He wanted someone with spirit, like Lila. He was surprised at that instant flash of thought. Why would he think of Lila in that context? Quashing all such thoughts, he finally answered her question. “I do not really know what I want, maybe a dance would be nice after all,” he knew we should stop there, but he had to play the part of a usual VIP to the bar that she might have served, “Just what are you offering?” he finally finished.

Potter found it strange that Lila once arrived did the talking. He started to wonder if they were playing good cop bad cop with him, Lucius the hardened ass hole, and Lila the sweet one. He found himself wanting to like Lila, wanting to trust her. Yet, he knew she was her father’s daughter. She had to be, did she not? In order to work in a cesspit like this, she would have to be just as morally corrupt, would she not?

He listened to her story, and after her question he considered her question, “At this time, we cannot rule out any suspects. And yes Ms. Warren, is it?” he asked, “Your father and you are the only connections between both cases. It seems like a coincidence that they both disappeared like that.” He leaned forward his eyes growing harder, “Ms. Warren I do not believe in coincidences.” His thoughts were focused no, he had returned to the role of detective, and forgotten, or out of his thoughts was that earlier hinted at ulterior motive.

Lucius fumed at it all. He let Lila pick up the talking, using the time to collect his thoughts slightly, and to simmer in his anger. His thoughts full of how he would take out his rage on Lila. Even if this was not entirely her fault, and she was even now trying to salvage the situation. Even yet, he knew she would make an unresisting target for his wrath. Her behavior the night before had shown him the truth of her. She enjoyed what he did to her far more than she would ever admit.

Lucius caught the flash of fear from Lila; about the same time she asked if they were suspects. He almost laughed at that, was his child actually afraid of this human fool? He had no real way to hurt them. However Lucius knew they did have to tread carefully though, especially with that brown noser to the Blackstone’s arse, still sniffing around. He wondered where the fool was now, but trusted that Lila had done something about the situation. He trusted her to warn him if Vlad was an issue he should concern himself with at this time. This still left the question of why the sudden burst of fear from her. He laid his hand over hers, a show of fatherly solidarity to Potter. Yet it also allowed him to forge a better connection with her. He needed the touch to strengthen the connection to her to try to force her to communicate what her problem was.
 
Lila was troubled, she once again took in the Detective, this time paying a bit more attention. His throat was thick and leathery, like he had spent a great deal of time in the sun. She could almost smell the rays of sunlight on him; clean and fresh. But there, just above the crisp collar of his white dress shirt, the tell-tale signs of a bite. The lighter twin puncture wounds. They would be invisible to the naked eye, but not to the highly perceptive eyes of a vampire. Who ever the vampire had been that had sent Detective Potter to them had wanted to keep very close tabs on him? But, again, the question of why came to mind.

She felt Lucius hand close over hers. Outwardly, it might appear that he was a concerned father, trying to comfort his distraught daughter. But it actually opened the pathways of energy between them. She looked at him, keeping her face devoid of any expression. Her eyes held his for a long moment, another way to strengthen the She tapped into the blood bond between them, using the telepathy to speak to him. “Someone sent him here.” she told Lucius, her words filling his mind. “Not only that, notice his throat, they keeping tabs on him. Who would do that? Do you think it’s related to the Sentinel?” she asked him, as she returned her gaze back to the Detective.

Potter felt a moment of unease, but it passed quickly. Lucius and Lila Warren were most certainly eccentric. She, although his daughter, seemed to be the head honcho. Perhaps the old man was just the figurehead; Lila seemed to be the one that made all the decisions and did all the talking. He never would understand this generations take on life; she wasn’t disrespectful, but apparently didn’t seem to think that Lucius was capable of even talking.

Lila spoke softly, this time her voice holding that hypnotic quality. Her eyes took a vice like grip on his, not allowing him to look away. “I should not have to tell you, Detective Potter, this is a very violent city. People go missing all the time, you cannot dispute that. There is no case here, not now, not ever.” His face had lost all emotion and he was under her spell. “Leave here, now. We are not suspect of any wrong doing.” He merely nodded, his eyes losing focus.

Detective Potter heard her words and heeded them as truth. He rose slowly, his back straight, his eyes glass. He didn’t speak as he turned, his tongue weighted like a brick. He walked slowly from the table, his expression vacant. In a matter of moments he was out the door, sitting in his parked car before the building. He felt like he was locked in a dream; he could hear her words resounding in his ears, echoing like a monotone bell, wiping all other thought and expression from his mind.

Turning to Lucius, Lila spoke. “Why did you not send for me?” she asked him, her voice spiked with ice. The sweet façade of a young daughter shattering before his eyes. “Do you not trust me? Do you think you could handle this situation better without me?” She looked around them, the club was at its peak, writhing bodies, pulsating music. It was enough to make your head spin. “I’m not your enemy, Lucius.” she said, malice flooding her. “Our enemy is downstairs right now, with Crystal. Have you thought on what we should do about him?”

Crystal smiled and winked at the good looking man, her eyes holding his. She stood, untying the robe, exposing a line of naked flesh from the hollow of her throat to the apex of her shapely thighs. Standing before him, her legs barely brushing his, she looked down at him, cocking her head to the side. Taking hold of his hand, she brought it to her breast, her nipple hardening at the feel of his rough textured flesh on her delicate skin. “Whatever you want, sugar.” she said softly, her voice a cats purr. Spreading her legs slightly, she straddled his legs, sitting her weight down on his thighs. Pushing the thin silk robe from her shoulders, it slid her without a sound.

Leaning forward, her pressed her face to the top of his head, inhaling the scent of his clean hair. Her breasts nuzzled either side of his warm skin as she laced her fingers through his hair. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her as she felt the barest brush of his lips on her hot skin. She wanted him, Crystal was not usually like this, especially over a John. Usually, when she was servicing someone, she was a million miles away mentally, going through the motions. But now, she wanted him, yearned for him, ached for him. She felt the liquid heat filling her sex, causing the pleasure nub hidden within its folds to begin to harden, throbbing.

“Would you like to be inside me?” she asked him, leaning back. Using her finger, she lifted his chin so that he could look at her. Her eyes held his, could he feel the effect he was having on her? The unreal thrumming of her heart, the heat from her loins, the quick gasp of her breath. She rolled her hips rubbing herself against his thighs, it had been so long since she had enjoyed the feel of a hard cock . She might even consider doing him for free.
 
Vlad knew she was essentially a prostitute, but even he found himself surprised at her forwardness. But even more curious to the Sentinel Warrior, was his own body’s reaction. He had gone indeed a long time without feeling the touch of a woman. And when he did partake, it was very businesslike, it never really meant much. More akin to scratching an itch. What was it about Crystal, a mere mortal, that was affecting him so? Was it that Lila had stirred things inside him? The feelings were so out of the ordinary for him, that he wondered if the woman had some kind of charm placed on her. There was other magic besides a vampire’s out there. He dismissed that thought; perhaps it had just been too long for him.

The soft feeling of her breast under his hand was nice. Again he was taken aback by her forwardness, as she leaned forward, mashing his face between her full breasts. He gazed up from her breasts into her eyes as she spoke, her words a seduction all of their own. Something about this whole situation tried to set off alarm bells in Vlad’s mind, but somehow he found himself ignoring them. In fact he found his hands sliding to frame her waist and slide further around her. Vlad found that he was strangely close to giving in and taking this woman.

He tried to distance himself, to think and reached for words, reached for his control. “We need to talk of price, and of what you are and are not willing to do.” However, even to his own ears it seemed a haphazard and almost lame way to stall. She after all had made it pretty abundantly clear what she was offering.

Vlad knew he should question his own feelings, should put a stop to this. He should ask how she had overcome his resistance so quickly. His walls were built over long years, he was extremely powerful. If this was so, then why had she already gained so much of a hold over him? What was it about this situation?

Lucius read Lila’s thoughts. Observed what she did about the situation. He was surprised when she took the initiative to send the detective away. Had Lila forgotten who ruled here? It should have been his decision whether the detective left or not It was true that perhaps Lila was trying to please him, by trying to make up for her faux pas the night before. However, he took her actions as a threat to his authority.

He made his initial displeasure known by tightening that grip on her hand, forcing it down on the table. The anger pored off him in waves. When he spoke, his voice was a low growl, almost a hiss. “How dare you forget who is master here. How dare you think yourself so arrogant to think yourself irreplaceable?” His other hand came out of no where slapping her across the face. It was a blow meant to embarrass more than to injure. If he wanted to cause her more pain, he would have hit her closed fist, and had done so in the past.

When he spoke again his voice was just as low as it had been before. I can keep my own council when I wish it. I am master here not you. I need not answer to you my child. And now thanks to you we cannot even interrogate that detective further. As annoying as I found him,” he said almost spitting each word into her pretty face, his face flushed with his barely contained rage. It took a lot of emotion to make a vampire blush like that. “He still could have been useful to us.” He finished.

Lucius did not even have a chance to start ranting about Vlad, which was his next topic he planned to throw at Lila, before they were interrupted by a sound. It was laughter, cold and mocking. “Oh don’t worry, Poor detective Potter more than served his purpose.” The voice said. Lucius whipped his head around from Lila to see a man standing over the two of them. The newcomer’s sallow skinned hands rested on the back of the chair the detective had occupied. Lucius let his eyes trail up the arms from those hands to look at the vampire standing there. This one barely tried to hide what he was, and seemingly had embraced the Goth look entirely. The sad thing was, he had probably helped inspire the fashion movement. Xavier needed no black make-up around his eyes to make them look that way. His eyes were already ringed with dark circles, which stood out against his pale skin. He was one of those vampires who actually looked half a corpse. His bloodline was one of those that used to not be able to pass among humans, until recent years, when it was perfectly acceptable to look like a vampire. His blood line called it hiding in plain sight.


Lucius’s eyes flicked from Xavier, to the semi-circle of vampires arrayed behind him. Just with that one glance, Lucius knew they were in trouble. Even before Xavier spoke again. “I remind you that using mind powers to influence law enforcement officers is frowned upon. Tsk tsk tsk, and with both of you even now entertaining a Sentinel. How sad for you.” Xavier’s laugh was mocking, cruel even. “Oh wait, your poor sentinel is indisposed at the moment. Here Xavier flashed Lila a wicked smile. “So kind of you to play right into our hands m’dear. Now the fool can’t help you. Oh don’t worry, he’ll be enjoying himself.” His stare turned into a leer, “I can’t exactly say that you will really be enjoying yourself though...”


Lucius sat frozen, not daring to make any sudden moves. He knew well that a fare fight between Xavier and him might have been an even match He also knew that Lila was almost a match for Lucas, the lieutenant to Xavier’s right. However, Xavier had about a half dozen other men with him. This tipped the balance of power far from even. Lucius had other people; he did not however, have them close. He had not expected this many enemies to get through their outer defenses.


Lucius’s mind worked hard trying to think of what had brought Xavier. Although, he was fairly sure he knew the answer. Word of the death of Alan his second had spread quickly indeed. Xavier seemed to be here to oust or gain some advantage over Lucius because of it. Lucius knew also one of the major reasons Xavier had brought so many men, was to glamour the mortals in the room. However, if he had really managed to render the sentinel indisposed, Xavier wouldn’t sweat the use of magic in front of the humans.

Xavier was head of the Vampire Kiss in the next Territory. It was obvious he was looking to expand his influence. “How dare you enter my lands unannounced Xavier.” Lucius said trying to adopt a tone of hurt pride. “I would have gladly welcomed you.” It was obvious to Lila and Xavier that Lusius was stalling, that nothing he could say would change the situation. Lusius thought quickly trying to regain his composure. It was one of Xavier’s gifts, to distract, to confuse. He made people uneasy with his magic. Lusius fought to think, silently wondering if Lila’s quick thoughts and at times more diplomatic tongue could get them out of this situation. It was obvious that Xavier had the full force of his powers on Lucius. The leader had forgotten that particular gift of Xavier, and had met the gaze of the predator, so to speak. He could only hope that Xavier did not have enough energy to fully incapacitate Lila. Would she remember Xavier’s weaknesses? Would she remember that the corpse looking vampire was a sucker for flattery among other things?
 
The relief of Detective Potter leaving was short lived. Lucius’ heavy hand was like lead as it made contact with her cheek. Pain flared in her, instantly, almost blinding her with the intensity. Lila’s hand cupped her cheek as she instantly tore her eyes away from the cold glare. His words tore at her as though they were made of daggers. Her chest grew tight, a hold over from her days lived as a mortal. She felt like she was going to breakdown in sobs. She had to bite back the tears that threatened to fall, but she knew she couldn’t allow that; the site of her blood streaked face would cause chaos. “I would never...I didn’t think...I’m sorry Master.” She said softly.

Lila could feel the rage bubbling just beneath he surface. She had to suppress it, leaving only the raw humiliation exposed to Lucius. She knew that if she were to lose control, he would kill her, her life would be ended. Was that what he wanted? Could he really not see that she was only trying to help? Did he want her dead? Lila did not believe that she was irreplaceable. She knew for a fact that, if he wanted to, he could take any of the girls in the club as a new prodigy. Numbly, she wondered how many people had seen, what would then think? Embarrassment and humiliation flared as her cheeks took on a light pink hue. What would these women think if they had seen someone they perceive to be an authority figure just get her face slapped. She hated him, hated Lucius with the fire of a thousand suns. “I’m sorry.” She whispered again, her voice a barely contained spiral of wrath.

She pulled her hand from his, preparing to rise, but was stopped by the sound of a vaguely familiar voice. She looked up into the cold vacant eyes of Xavier, the head of the another adjacent Kiss. His black hair was slicked back from his face, his skin more pale than even hers, seemed to glow under the black lights in the club. His eyes were sunken in and black rimmed, they appeared nearly red in the dim light of the club. He was tall, lean and strangely skeleton like. Her eyes moved to those that surrounded him. He had come for a fight, that much was clear. Great, she thought, her eyes flicking to Lucius and back to Xavier’s cold glare. When it rains it pours.

“Xavier.” She said with surprise, now the pieces were beginning to tumble into place. “What a pleasant surprise.” Lila said rising slowly, even at her full height, Xavier was a good six inches taller than she. “I wish that would have known you were coming, we could have rolled out the red carpet.” He had planned this, perhaps even to the point of sending Vlad pictures of homicides committed by her late brother.

She took a step forward, her eyes never straying from his. She often wished she could read other vampires minds. It was a gift not many knew she had, but there were a few. She was an asset in circumstances concerning humans. They could be irrational and unpredictable, but they could not hide from a mind reader. Unfortunately, for her, her gift did not extend to vampires. Over the years she had tried to hone and refine her gift, but with little avail. This was one of those times when she would have given her right hand to have that gift. Pressing her hand to his chest, she looked up at him, her eyes betraying nothing. “It has been quiet a while since you last visit to our territory. Perhaps we could interest you in some entertainment or even a drink.” She was polite, her voice a soft sound of delight, rather than fear or apprehension; two emotions she was feeling a great deal of.

Crystal looked down at him as he pressed her back. “Price?” She said. “Oh, you don’t discuss that with me, you talk to my bosses about that.” She said. Her eyes held his for a long time. This was not like her at all. She was normally this taken in, this abrupt, even though it was apart of her job. She usually hung back, not really going for the whole I’m a slut, fuck me thing.

He reminded her of that guy she had seen lurking around the back of the club a few nights ago. He was a tall guy, very goth looking. But when he had spoke to her, that had been her undoing. She was not normally the type of girl to take guys home from work, but she had that night. The sex had been amazing. But when she had awoke the next morning, she was alone in her bed, feeling like she had a hangover. Even trying to remember the guy now made her head hurt, like she could see a vague physical outline of him, but nothing more.

Her hand came to the back of his head, cradling it as her lips moved to his. Her lips consumed his as she ground her hips against him. She could feel his hardness pressing against the wet heat of her sex. She felt as if her skin was on fire, the tingling in her neck began again, intensifying as she moved her hand down, caressing his hard length through his clothing. Her hand shook slightly as she teased him, her own excitement growing.
 
Vladimir Found himself being pulled further into Crystal’s charms. It was like he could think in the back of his mind that this was out of character for him. Yet, he found himself unwilling to stop. It was as if his executive functioning had totally been disabled. He was now a creature of sight, sound and sensation.

Vlad could feel her lips on his as he sat there beneath her. He found himself giving into her kisses returning her passion with his own. Vlad had once been a very passionate man, and he had many years experience of kissing to draw upon. His hands slid up her bare back. He played his hands over the muscles and bones, under her soft skin. It was just a kiss, yet so much more.

Vlad could feel her excitement and arousal in her tentative touch on his lap. Her fingers touched and stroked over his hardening cock, through the tight constricting fabric. It brought his breath out in a soft gasp. His body did not question the feelings, did not complain that this was not what he wanted. His body reacted to the first feminine touch he had had in a long time.

Lucius watched Lila Rise to greet Xavier. In that instant surprised at how much he was glad he had her. He blamed her for being in this predicament. Still, he could not deny that she was a valuable Ally. She in this situation could work to possibly defuse the tension. Xavier had many varied preferences, but they did not extend to adult males. That meant that Lila could have a power over Xavier that Lucius could not.

Her actions also allowed the once canny leader to try to think. The distraction could allow him to try to break the hold Xavier’s confusion magic was having on him.

Even though it was Obvious Xavier had fed, His skin was strangely cold, as Lila’s hand came into contact with his chest. Her hand, by accident or design, had come to rest on his upper chest, her delicate fingers playing along his collarbone, just above the line of the collar to his shirt. Xavier did not even truly acknowledge the fact that she had spoken to him, his attention still on Lucius. Having another pissing contest with Lucius. This one, although seeming so similar to the one Lucius and Vlad had had the night before, was much different. This contest was in earnest. This was not just Posturing. Xavier had indeed come for a fight.

Lucius could see that Lila’s attempts at pleasantries were failing and he tried to stall. “Have you come to challenge me to a duel for rights to my Kiss under the old law Xavier?”

Where Lila’s attempts at casual pleasantries had not moved the gothic figure, Lucius’s words did. His response however was not the one Lucius might have expected. Although Lucius had not challenged Xavier, typically just a mention of such a right, a very ancient custom, was approached with solemnity. Xavier actually laughed. His evil smile flashing fangs as if he were a novice vampire. However it was obvious that he was no novice but did it on purpose.

Xavier spat, the liquid splattering against the full swell of Lila’s breasts, standing out against her dress. He perhaps had not intended to hit her; she was just in the line of fire. “You would like that Lucius, no, that would give you a fare chance. Right now I hold all the cards; I will not give you a chance to negate my overwhelming advantage.”

As he finished speaking, Xavier laid his hand over Lila’s pushing her hand away from his skin. He held her hand in his, and then for the first time turned those red tinted eyes towards her, as if just noticing that she was even there. He let his full power slam into her, the weight of his gaze flooding her with confusion. The touch amplifying his energy. It was not directly linked to his eyes, but eye contact was a way to make his power stronger. A touch even more so. He hit her with the full force of that confusing magic, and then he flexed his arm. He yanked on her arm, throwing her to the side, his backhand with his free arm aided in her momentum as he sent her sprawling dazed to the ground before two of his lackeys. Both of which yanked her to her feet pinning her arms.

Xavier’s eyes flashed back to Lucius, his expression never changing, as if he had not just thrown Lila 3 feet. No one in the bar had seen the burst of violence; the other Vampires blocked everyone’s view. Lucas to Xavier’s side snickered and gave Lila a lude once over, he was not one of the two that held her but he was next to them. “I want to Rape her first... That is if you do not want her first, Master.”
 
Lila looked down in disgust at the spittle that hit the front of her dress. Her eyes narrowed, anger flared in her. She opened her mouth to release the fury that had finally met a crescendo when she was thrown to the floor, sliding on her backside. Her head spun, terror suddenly overwhelming her. She tried to think clearly, but alarm was beginning to overtake her. Lila felt, very suddenly, violently ill. Her world rocked as she fought the urge to vomit. She had never, ever felt anything like that. The darkness clawed at her, threatening to swallow her alive, the overwhelming fright was nearly more than she could stand. She closed her eyes, shaking her head to try and clear the heavy fog. She was a prisoner in her own terror.

Hands seized her immediately. In those forceful fingers she felt her terror amplified further. She struggled against the larger vampires, twisting to free her limbs; but to no avail. Fear clawed at her, tore at her as she tried desperately to free herself. There was a tiny voice in the back of her mind screaming for her not to panic. Panic would only make things worse; that Xavier was not only a vampire in the traditional sense of the word. But he was also and emotional vampire. He sucked up the emotion; feeding off the emotion to further give himself power. The vice like fingers flexed even further. She could feel the splintering cracks in her humerus, the hair like fractures in her wrists. Panic flooded her when Lucus spoke. “Release me!” she demanded, trying to summon the strength to sound angry, yet the sound was a small squeak of noise from her panic constricted throat.

Lucius rose to his full height and stood slowly before Xavier. His eyes were narrowed as he stood toe to toe with the other vampire. They were nearly the same height, the size difference between them was mainly due to the thick soles on the bottom of Xavier’s boots. “You dare to come into my territory, my house and attack my child; dare to threaten to violate her before me.” He laughed coolly. “Either the centuries have left your mind addled with stupidity or with insanity. Which is it, Xavier?”

He cast his eyes toward Lila, trying to reassure her. He did care for her, loved her in fact. He did not want any harm to come to her. The loss of Alan had very nearly driven him to the brink of insanity. Losing Lila would most likely kill him. His eyes moved over the other vampires, calculating his odds. With the bouncer and the bartender, they might be able to overthrow the group, but not without the bloodshed of the innocent. Where was Vlad when this shit was going on? Where was the Blackstone Counsel when they actually needed them to do more than sit on their asses and pass judgment?

Sam had moved around to the front of the bar recognizing the threat. He could, however, not see Ramone, the club bouncer. Where the fuck was that stupid werewolf when he was actually needed? He cursed him as his eyes moved back to the unwavering glare of Xavier. “I will give you only one chance to leave here with your head. Leave my home and my territory and perhaps you will live another night.” Lucius said a thin smirk of his own slicing a thin line across his face.

Crystal moaned softly into the kiss, as her fingers fumbled with his belt and the button of his pants. His hands were warm as they explored the delicate flesh of her back. A sprinkling of goose bumps rose on her flesh as she pulled back slightly. “Wow.” she said softly, her eyes opening. “I have never wanted anyone like I want you.” Crystal blushed at her own admission. But the words she spoke were true. Her body, her mind had never been so completely consumed by anyone, especially someone that she had just met. She trembled with anticipation as she slid from his lap.

She looked up at him, almost pleading with him. “I want you so much.” she told him, as she rested on her knees, her hands sliding sensually up his thighs, coming to rest on his waistband. Her eyes caught and held his as she began to gently tug at his pants. Could he feel the waves of desire that were rolling off of her like the tide? Could he feel the clamor of her heartbeat as she pressed her body against his. The feel of the rough fabric of his pants on her bare flesh was erotically intoxicating.
 
Xavier did not seem to notice the effect that his power had on Lila. He had meant to give her confusion only. However what had manifested as confusion in Lucius manifested itself as fear in Lila. He had given her the amount of effort it would have taken to incapacitate a master vampire. Lila was not yet a master and so the affect was stronger on her. In her, the confusion turned to terror, fear of the unknown, fear of not being in control of herself.

This terror allowed her to be captured and held easily, her struggles only exciting the men further. Lucas grinned and moved towards Lila. He leaned in close to her, “Should I take you right here, right now? I think you’re too cheap a whore to deserve to be taken in private.” Lucas was even taller than Xavier, broader. Where Xavier could bench press more than a car’s weight, he did not look like it. All vampires were strong, just not all of them looked it. Lucas looked it. “You have refused my bed before Sweet whore. Refused my Master’s offers of a match between us. You thought yourself too good for me I know it.” He was close to her now, his words low enough that only she could hear, “You cannot refuse me this time.” He stated matter of factly. His hand coming up to stroke her cheek, flaunting his power over her.

Xavier laughed in Lucius’s face. Lucius did not scare him, and Xavier felt confident in his power over the situation. Lucius was trapped, the table still between them, impeding Lucius’s ease of movement. Xavier’s shift in attention to Lila had cost him in the contest of wills against Lucius. His rival had regained some of his backbone it seemed. It did not Matter one way or the other to Xavier. Perhaps this would just make things more fun. So he laughed at Lucius’s pompous threats. He was all bluster, what could he really do? He had what 2 Allies in range, one of which was seemingly incapacitated. He let his eyes flick back to Lila, judging her no threat at the moment. He had noted the bartender earlier but did not judge him much of a threat either, not against the three or 4 others that were not occupied with Lila.

His laugh was the only response he would offer Lucius. It was that arrogance that allowed Lucius to make the first move. He gave a nod to Sam near the wall, and Sam reached up pulling the fire alarm. Telling the humans to leave, and hopefully alerting the other guards to trouble. This was a smart move by Sam and Lucius. Sam had known what Lucius would have expected. His leader had given him no order, but he knew what needed to be done, and that slight nod had been all the signal required. Xavier might not have cared about making a scene before humans. Lucius would not take that chance though. He would not risk the blackstone counsel getting word and sending the sentinels to wipe out his entire Kiss. Such a thing had been done for less. Also with a sentinel already in the area the risk was even greater. He did wonder what had happened to the Sentinel. Were Xavier’s earlier words true, had he done something to keep the sentinel busy? Had Lila actually helped him?

As the fire alarm started to blare, Lucius moved. Using his strength, he upended the table slamming it into Xavier. He sent the skeletal vampire stumbling back, and he almost lost his footing. Sam also moved in that second running towards the table, hoping in the rush of the mass exodus out the door no one would pay him any mind, or see what was going on in the back of the room.

The shove with the table, and the fire alarm bought Lucius a few precious seconds. This allowed him to move out from where he was cornered. However the sudden action was also a cue for all the vampires aside from Xavier and the 3 with Lila, to draw blades. They were all assorted, ranging from knives to short swords, but they were all Silver and now all pointed at Lucius.

Vlad had given himself into the kiss, pressed his own seduction and power into her. She had responded. However his action had broken some of the current enchantment she was under. She was able to voice and recognize the fact that this was unusual for her. This in turn connected with Vlad. His mind began to actively fight back.

As she slid down to the ground and reached up tugging at his pants things started to become clearer to Vlad. He had not noticed her unbuttoning his pants, or the release of his belt. However now his mind was starting to put pieces together, to resist.

He could still feel the pull of his own need, his body swollen and hard, begging for release. However, as his head started to clear, he could sense the waves of desire poring off of her. It was inhuman desire, it was like a vampire’s glamour, or perhaps some sort of seduction magic. It was all rapped up in the confusion he had felt, the inability to organize his scattered thoughts.

Even as Vladimir became aware of some of this, putting some of the pieces together, he could not stop her. His body still wanted her touch. His hips lifted slowly allowing her to slowly start to work his jeans over his narrow hips. Fortunately for him, the jeans were tight and she had to work them down. They were half way down, his hips exposed but not yet his cock, when his hands closed over hers stopping her progress.

Vladimir had tried to find something to focus his jumbled thoughts. He needed something to help him find his resolution. He found that focus in the strident noise of the fire alarm from above. He drew on that noise, focused on that and the feel of her skin. Her skin was so soft. Her hands delicate yet skilled. Or so he would guess from the ways she had already touched him.

Vlad tore his thoughts away from that line of thinking. Therein lay the trap. Such thoughts would only lead him back into the physical desire. That direction lay the satiation of physical desires. A more tempting promise would be hard to find. For it used Vlad’s own desires against him.

He chose to focus his mind on the staccato notes of the fire alarm, rather than on her. He pulled her hands away from his pants forcing them out to the sides. It seemingly was an effort for him to do so, but he was starting to collect his resolve. Vladimir would not be a marionette dancing to the strings of a puppet master.
 
Fear was causing her to tremble, violent shudders that shook her to the core. The voice in the back of her mind, the timid shrill voice of reason kept screaming for her to look away from Xavier, that she was only feeding him further. However, Lila was powerless to do what she knew she must; the magic had to strong a hold on her. She could feel the rumble of laughter as those that restrained her mocked her vain attempts to escape. She was more vulnerable than she had ever been in her life. Visions of her being staked through the chest danced their macabre waltz through her mind. Soft whimpers filled her throat, she was like an animal caught in a trap, ready to gnaw at her own leg to get free.

Luck for her, Lucus believed his own power was as great as his Master’s. As he moved closer to Lila his broad form blocked the line of sight from Xavier to Lila. Almost instantly the tremors stopped, the internal vibration of her organs continued but she was able to regain some of her composure. Her eyes moved to Lucus’ just as his cold fingers traced the sturdy line of her jaw. “But have you ever asked yourself why I don’t find you a suitable mate?” Her voice was shaken, but regaining strength. She was smart enough not to look into Lucus’ eyes, wary that he may possess the same gift. It was not an uncommon occurrence for makers to pass onto their lineage the gifts that they possessed. But sometimes the process developed new or latent gifts that had been dormant as mortals; as in the creation of Lila herself.

Her true strength was returning. She was older than Lucus, who had the pompous air of someone twice his age. He looked like a brute being so wide and muscle bound; the exact opposite of his Master; her age gave her the advantage. She was the stronger of the two. But the monsters that held her arms had her bested. The waves of malignant power that rolled from them, rolling into her. “It’s because I would rather run a stake through my own heart than share your bed. You are not a real man, you were a cowardly rapist in life and you have yet to break the cycle in death.” Her voice was icy daggers as she brought her legs up between them; the sound of the fire alarm pierced the club as her thrust forward. Her feet, planted firmly on his chest, sending him reeling across the table just behind them.

Lila caught sight of the blades, sharp silver swords all pointed at Lucius. Fear for his safety flooded her senses. She had to get to him, had to protect him. She twisted, fighting against the men that held her, desperate to break the hold that they had on her. “Lucius!” she screamed, terrified of the onslaught that was slowly making its way toward him.

Crystal looked up at Vlad, fighting to move her hands over him once more. “What…what are you doing?” she asked, a confused smile crossing her lips. She was deaf to the sounds of the fire alarm, deaf and blind to everything around her. The only reality she knew was Vlad. The feel of the rough fabric pressing against her breasts, the anticipation of taking him in her mouth driving her forward. “What’s wrong?” she asked him.

She was driven by an insatiable need. Something inside of her clicked, opening a flood gate of energy. “Am I not good enough for you?” she said jerking her hands away, standing up quickly; how she was able to break his hold over her was astonishing to her. Her hands went to her hips, her back straight as she stared coolly down at him. “What, to old for you to have any fun with?” Darkness flooded her thoughts as she glared down at him. The next words she spoke were not her own, but those of ancient magic, the old tongue of the vampires; something she should never have known.

Crystal moved quickly, although not as fast a vampire. Vlad was still sitting in the chair as she picked up and splintered the oak end table between them. Absently, she thought her strength was amazing. She had never been this strong, she looked like she couldn't bench press bread; the power that flowed through her was from another source. Her hand found the table leg, a sharp pointed end jutting out as she picked up the light piece of wood. Her eyes met his as she loomed over him, the piece of wood just above his heart.
 
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Lucas tried to laugh off Lila’s words. However, just as he did not have Xavier’s power levels, he did not have his emotional control too. He balled his hands into fists. He looked ready to hit her.

Seeing this signal the two holding her tightened their grip on her immoveable in their unrelenting grip. The lack of give that they gave her actually gave Lila her opening. As the fire alarm blared to life, courtesy of Sam, Lila used the leverage of those immoveable figures to curl her legs up to her chest, kicking out against Lucas’s chest. It was an unexpectedly daring move, and Lucas was completely caught off guard. He stumbled back, tripping and landing on his back on a table. The table collapsed under his fairly significant weight and he was spilled to the ground.

The unexpected pull downward on their arms pulled the two vampires off balance for that first second. However, before she could capitalize on this fact, they had resteadied themselves, holding her just as firmly. This time on her knees though, for they had not let her get her full legs under her again. Lucas got to his knees, and then to his feet. He looked pissed. He loomed over Lila, glaring down into her green eyes. Then very deliberately, he snapped his heavy boot up into her face. You could actually hear the audible click as her teeth snapped together. Since she couldn’t fly back, the kick snapped her head back painfully. Lucas had meant the action to get her attention. For she didn’t even seem to be noticing him, her eyes riveted on her master and the vampires swarming towards him.

Lucas Figured that the kick had gotten her attention, and this made him smile. He gestured to the guards, bend her over that table. Obediently the guards pulled her to the nearest table. They pulled her face down across the table. Her arms were held above her head at 45 degree angles, with a vampire at either corner of the table. Her feet were on the ground; however the table was high enough that she had to stand on her tip toes.

Lucas approached, smirking at the sight of her there spread out before him. He ran a hand down her back that was exposed by the dress. He let his hand trail over her ass and spoke. “Such a nice round ass.” He taunted her, “And it looks so nice pointed up towards the ceiling like that...” he leaned closer, “Does it make you feel vulnerable on display like this?” His hand suddenly tangled into her hair wrenching her head around so she could look at him. “I can’t decide whether to fuck your face or your little whore pussy.”

“She’s such a whore she’s probably loose.” One of the toadies said. The other laughed, “Yeah I agree.” “You should fuck her in the ass boss.” The first added on cue.

Lucas smirked at the suggestions, “Would you like that you little slut? Would you like me to fuck your tight little whore ass? Would you like that? I’m going to enjoy making you service us while you can hear the sounds of your maker dying but can’t even see him.” He said taunting her. “You can only hope you die with him...if you don’t, I will enjoy making you wish you had.” He said that last sentence a low, almost seductive rumble, like the roll of thunder that heralded an approaching storm.

He pulled her dress up over her ass, exposing her bare ass and pussy to his lecherous gaze. His move exposed the fact that she wore no underwear what so ever. It revealed her bare ass and sex to his gaze. “My we are a naughty girl aren’t we?” he said remarking on the lack of panties. He stepped behind her and kicked her legs farther apart, spreading her open, putting her more on her toes and off balance. His hand shoved between her thighs, his thick fingers worming their way into her body. Nothing gentle about what he did. He wanted her to be clear this was a violation.

Lucius heard Lila’s scream of warning, however it was unnecessary. He could clearly see the attackers bearing down on him. He had one of those moments to see everything as if it was going in slow motion. He could see each of his attackers, could see the red lights of the fire alarm glint of the silver blades. Lucius had a momentary flash of almost fear. He feared in that moment for his safety, for his ability to protect his people. In the next second, everything returned to real-time. The next few seconds were a blur, and much of the action probably would have been missed by the mere human eye.

The first attacker came at Lucius with a knife. Lucius caught the hand with his own, re directing the blade past his arm, cutting his sleeve rather than piercing his heart. He used his grip and the man’s momentum to force him at an off balance angle and in front of him. Lucius used the body as a shield and the second attacker’s short sword got buried in his partner’s back. It was not a death blow, having missed the heart, but the wound was serious. Lucius threw the first body aside, the movement yanking the sword from the hand of the second man. He now faced Lucius empty handed. Lucius however, held the knife of the first man. He braced his arm as the second vamp charged him unarmed and the male vampire ran himself onto the knife in Lucius’s fist. The blade slide home with a thick meaty sound. Lucius watched the light instantly die in the vampire’s eyes. His aim had been true, and the knife was a killing heart blow. For a master vampire it would be more necessary to destroy the entire heart, or to even take the head, but for one such as that, a silver knife to the heart was enough. He slumped dead to the ground, falling off Lucius’s knife. A dark smile creased his lips at how easily he had handled the first two opponents. However his joy was short lived, for the other two slammed into him, stealing that smile from his lips. Knives slashed and blood ran, as they all went down in a tangle of bodies, of thrashing flailing limbs.

Sam was rushing towards the fight, but already from this distance he could see it unfolding. He knew he would miss most of it. His thoughts were confirmed when he watched two bodies fall away from Lucius. He did not know if they were both dead but he let out a silent cheer for his maker. His eyes widened indeed though when he saw him go down under the other two. Sam veered towards them but then he watched Xavier Rise coming back to his feet. This action made Sam re-evaluate his options and he smashed a table as he passed. He paused long enough to grab a wooden table leg, holding it like a spear before him. He picked up speed again barreling in towards Xavier.

Xavier rose slowly, surveying the area. He had felt the small twinge that meant one of his lesser vampires had died, but he could tell at least one other was also out of the fight even if he was not dead. A quick glance the other direction showed that Lucas Had Lila well in hand. Well more accurately had a hand in her. He noted then the approach of Sam and turned his entire attention towards the lesser vampire. He met Sam’s eyes, and just one look made the vampire stumble, his momentum stolen, still over 10 feet from Xavier.

Vlad could feel her struggles against him. She wanted him so desperately. So much she wantonly rubbed her breasts on his knees, and her cheeks on his thighs. She seemed to want him more than the air she breathed. This almost broke his resistance. He almost gave in. Yet it still felt wrong.

As she yanked away and her emotions morphed into anger things clicked in his mind. Her seductive energy had been poring off her in waves. He had known it was external influence, but when she exploded he recognized it for a fact. She was under a type of possession. This form was sort of like programming or brainwashing. It was different from an active possession in that there was not someone actively pulling her strings. Therefore the magic had to pull on her emotions that she already had within her. Vlad for what ever reason had made her feel rejected by refusing her. It had brought out her insecurities and pain and amplified those a thousand fold. This brought rise to the insecurity about her age. Something Vlad had never given her anything to suggest he did not like her because of her age. The waves of seduction now beat ht him in waves of anger. As her mouth moved and she spoke in the ancient language. There were no exact translations for the archaic insults that were thrown at him. The first was something like and the elder ghosts will dance on your grave. Something was just lost in the translation though, it sounded much more sinister in his language. The other was the languages equivalent of your mother was a whore. This second one almost made Vlad laugh. Who ever programmed her had been hoping to stir some kin of emotional response with the words. However the person obviously did not know Vlad’s history. His mother hadn’t been a whore; no she would never call herself anything so crass and commonplace, but call a spade a spade.

The words could have been designed to either incite rage in him, or else they could possibly have been programmed into her just to prove that who ever had done the spell was powerful enough to leave those words for him. As if the spell wasn’t enough. “You just can’t bargain with egomaniacs though, can you?”

Vlad wanted to know who had done this spell. He wanted to suspect Lucius or Lila of this. However as much as he knew Lila hated him, and the fact that she had brought him Crystal, he did not think she had the power for this kind of work. It could have been Lucius, but this did not taste like Lucius’s power, or style.

Vlad was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of splintering wood. She had shattered the table, a solid hard wood piece. He could understand her breaking out of his grip earlier, for he had been braced to hold her away not hold her to him, but that suggested strength she would not have. Certain programmed possessions like this could provide the victim with inhuman strength. It was more the ability to push beyond the limitations of the body. However without an active link to draw upon, her superhuman abilities wouldn’t last forever.

She shoved a wooden table leg at his chest. He caught her wrist stopping her movement cold as he spoke, “What is it with Stakes. Too many god damned Dracula movies.” He said and stood slowly and smoothly, the majority of the fog gone from his mind. It was possible to kill a vampire with a stake, but it was messy, and a lot of work, and an old vampire could often survive it. The really old ones it was better to destroy the entire heart, and take the head. For such work silver was more affective. It was so much easier to ram a silver blade between a vampire’s ribs, than try to drive a wooden stick through their chest. Stakes had sort of become obsolete when humans stopped using wooden spears. “Remind me to kill Anne Rice.” He muttered, showing that even an ancient Sentinel could make jokes. It might have been the mental fog still, but more likely he was using humor to cover how angry with himself he was for falling for this.

He loomed over her now, where she had over him when he sat. He was at a sort of impasse here, she obviously desired to kill her, he however was not willing to do that to her. Even possessed she was a human he was sworn to protect. He would not casually take her life. He would only consider it as a last resort. He began to try to pry her fingers away from the stake. He had to disarm her and then he could more easily restrain her. He could have controlled her better if he had been willing to hurt her, but for now he was trying to avoid that. When she swung at him with her fist with the other hand he blocked it with an open palm. She began to thrash wildly and he was forced to fall atop her pinning her down her hand with the stake pinned above her head, and his other hand trying to capture the other one to prevent her from hitting him again.

The fogged part of his mind was highly aware of the soft pliant feel of her body beneath his, but he fought that part down. His close proximity had been a mistake for it was obviously closeness that fueled the spell. The original intent was probably to seduce him, but her own emotion changed the nature of the magic. If he didn’t want to hurt her, perhaps having her thoughts on lust would be better. He thought this before he kissed her, as a way to turn her thoughts to lust, the whole time hoping he didn’t lose himself as before.
 
A look of smug satisfaction crossed her lips as she watched Lucas go down. But her satisfaction was all but eliminated when she failed to free her arms. She watched as Lucas rose to his full height, towering far above her, as she was held on her knees. The suddenness his boot making contact with her chin caught her completely off guard. Her head snapped back and she was sure that he had broken her neck with the blow. Her head lulled forward on her spine, spinning. She tasted the sharp taste of her own blood flooding her mouth as her fangs pierced her tongue. Her face throbbed with the ferocity of the blow.

The club was now clear of all mortals, leaving only the feuding vampires in the blaring noise of music and the harsh screech of a warning siren. Lila felt her bare legs being dragged across the dance floor as her head was filled with a shock induced haze. She was forced back into herself as the cool table top was pressed against her body. She struggled, pulling against the awkward position of her arms. She looked at the two. They were old vampires, but lacked the intelligence of even Lucas. These were simpletons at best.

Lila felt Lucas’ hand move over her bare back, tracing the line of her spine. She shivered at his touch, almost certain she could feel the malice in his caress. She could see the battle that Lucius was waging and for a moment she was hopeful he would be triumphant. However, she saw him overtaken just as quickly as he had dispatched the two others. Her heart sank.

Lila heard the two brutes commenting on her virtue, but she knew it would be best to just keep her mouth shut. She was in enough trouble as it was. She found herself cursing Vlad. Wasn’t this what the Blackstone was supposed to stop things of this nature? Weren’t the Sentinel’s supposed to protect the governing bodies of each area from being overthrown by one another? Vlad was downstairs when he was needed most helping them?

Shame bloodied her face as she felt him yank her dress up over her hips. She struggled with all her might, she could feel the bones in her wrist splintering and repairing. She felt the unrelenting burn of her muscles as her struggles went on, unrewarded. Once again, she was caught off guard as Lucas kicked her legs wider apart. Her body was betraying her, the rough treatment excited her. She hated herself in that moment, knowing that her sex was already growing wet.

“Fuck you.” she snarled as his fingers roughly invaded her weeping sex. Lila fought to regain her balance, to twist away from his fingers. The rough texture of his fingers probing her sensitive opening drew a reluctant whimper from her lips. She lifted her head, looking back over her shoulder, shuddering as his fingers slid deeper inside her. She cursed herself as her body came alive under his touch, her need sliding across his thick fingers.

Crystal glared at Vlad, her eyes never softening, even as his lips consumed hers. Her wrists were pinned above her head. Her naked form thrashed beneath his, fighting against his powerful body. She moaned softly against his lips as she pressed her body up against his, spreading her legs to have his body pressed against her aching sex. Her opened her mouth slightly, offering him full reign of her mouth.
 
Lucas could feel Lila’s excitement. However just how much it turned her on was a surprise even to him. His acute sense of smell wafted her aroma up to his nose even as he lifted up her dress. It only grew stronger as he began to forcefully shove his fingers deep into her body. His thick fingers should have hurt her. Should have been painful and punishing. However they slid into her without the rough scraping he had expected. Her desire coated his fingers, smoothing the way. Her body still fought him, incredibly tight without any foreplay or previous insertions though. His thick fingers spread her lips and drove up and forward. He pushed two fingers into the first knuckle, and then the second. He finally shoved them all the way in. He flexed his fingers as if he would tug the insides of her pussy out by those two fingers.

He bent closer his eyes meeting hers. “Yes let me hear those little whimpers. Show me what a dirty slut you really are. I’m going to enjoy fucking you.” His grin held nothing pleasant. “I should take these fingers soaking with your desire for me, desire you deny having, and shove them in your ass, just to hear how loud you would scream.” He said with a wicked grin. “Maybe I should get out my own silver knife. Just like the ones they’re using on your precious master. I’d love to cut you slut, watch your blood flow out like a humans, as you healed human slow.” He seemed to enjoy that fantasy, those dark thoughts, for his other hand produced his knife. The flashing lights glinted off the silver coated steal. “I don’t think you’re woman enough to please me sexually. I think you’d be better served being my play thing. You called me a rapist in my human life, yes I was, but sex wasn’t the only thing I took from them. They were all so fragile though, they died too quickly. Not you though, you’ll last a long time.” He said tracing the edge of the knife down the line of her spine. He did not break the skin, but seemed more to be taunting her with the promise. Just as his fingers in her sex were a promise of what else could do to her, so was this. “Are you a good enough fuck for me to take sex alone from you Lila, or should I indulge my other pleasures on your pale flesh?”

Sam faltered when he met Xavier’s eyes. He skidded to a halt, his momentum carrying him to his knees. Confusion and terror washed through his body and mind. He began to shiver uncontrollably, his teeth chattering. Vampires barely felt the cold outside, but this was a cold from within. He did not have enough resistance to overcome the paralysis. Xavier was just too powerful. Sam did not have enough magical ability of his own to break free. The table leg fell from his nerveless fingers. It rolled away across the floor with a clatter. The noise was lost in the pounding bass of the music that no one had shut off. The bass layered over the strident noises of the fire alarm, creating a raucous noise. The strobe lights flashed off of Sam’s now ashen skin.

Xavier threw back his head and laughed. He thought he saw victory at hand. He was startled however to see Lucius come back to his feet. He had shoved free of the two attackers and was striding towards Xavier, blood running from several deep gashes. Lucius was gathering his magic around him. Xavier was no longer smiling.

“And still you fight Lucius. You cannot win.” He said, waving his hand to take in the carnage, and then to the door, where another group of men were sweeping into the bar, fanning out into a semicircle as they approached. It was obvious that these were also more of Xavier’s men. However these weren’t Vampires but weres. A sniff of Lucius identified them as wolves. Xavier could call wolves, had special power over them. Just as Lucius did, this was a power they shared. Others could call leopard, or lion, or some other species. Not all masters had an animal to call, not all master vampires even wanted a connection with a particular animal group so did not mind they did not have the power. Lucius did not use his tie to the local wolf pack as often as some other masters did. He mostly contracted them for jobs like bouncer such as Ramone. Lucius had not realized that Xavier had a much closer tie to the pack in his city. It became clear that he did, for the group of pack members swept in towards them. Moving to further trap Lucius.

The sight of the wolves surprised Lucius, but he tried not to let it show as he continued towards Xavier. Time seemed to be holdings breath, the tension level in the room going up even further.

Vlad could feel Crystal’s body beneath his. Her curves brushed against him as she struggled. It was not meant to be anything sexual or sensual, but it was slightly. Vlad had kissed her to try to change the flavor of her emotions. He had not truly known if it would work. He was surprised however when the anger seemed to fade from her eyes and she gave herself fully to the passion. Her mouth opened under his kiss, and he pushed his tongue into her mouth. He shoved power blindly into her with that kiss. He hoped to flush out the magic. If he had had time to identify the spell, he could have unraveled it. However the noises he caught from above told him that something was going on, that his attention was needed elsewhere. So he used his magic like a battering ram, trying to overwhelm the programming with a flood of power.

Vlad could feel the pull of the attraction still trying to drawn him in. Even his knowledge of what it was and what it intended for him, could not make him totally immune to its effects. His body wanted to get lost in the mindless passion of her wanton kisses. He wanted to simply enjoy plundering the pleasures from her mouth. He could feel her, as she rubbed her hips against his, grinding her body into him.

He held onto his resolve, and steadfastly shoved his magic into her. It was like a metaphysical hand shoving into her body. He could not afford to be gentle, as he metaphysically mind raped her. He could not afford to be gentle. The only thing that saved him from the guilt of his actions was the knowledge that this probably would leave less permanent damage than if he were forced to kill her. He felt her spine bow under him. Her back arched and her hands convulsively opened and closed her fists. The piece of wood rolled away as she writhed. She arched her back and screamed into his mouth. His kisses stealing her pain. Her body shook with the pain of his invasion. He did not have time to go gently, done right this could have felt like a warm wave traveling through her body. Instead it was a searing wave of pain that forcibly ripped the other magic from her body. He knew it felt to her like he was ripping out all of her organs at once. He knew this, for he was getting just a bit of what she was feeling through his mental link with her.

The wave traveled down her body, yanking and tearing, calling scream after scream from her lips. As sudden as the pain had come, the pain turned to pain mixed with pleasure, as the metaphysical hand ripped the magic from her sexual pleasure zones. The magic was most heavily concentrated there, and when it was ripped away, it was both pain and pleasure. One second she was writhing beneath him with pain. The next she writhed with pleasure. His magic brought her again and again, a maelstrom of pain and pleasure hopelessly intertwined in the seemingly endless line of multiple orgasms. It was the type of pleasure that was too much that it almost hurt, and the too much hurt that is pleasure all at the same time. Crystal’s hands curled and she struggled. Had he not been pinning her, she would have carved her pleasure into his body with those red tipped nails.

Vlad slowly pulled back, the magic stretching from his mouth to hers, like strands of cheese on a pizza when you take a big bite. The power hung between them for a few seconds before they broke. Vlad collapsed to the side of her, physically and mentally drained from the struggle. However, he thought it wad worked; he had seen clarity in her eyes in those seconds as he pulled away. He needed to get up, to go upstairs, but he couldn’t yet. He had to do the magical equivalent of catch his breath.

Pushing himself slowly up onto one elbow Vlad looked down into Crystal’s eyes again. “Are you well?” he croaked. He cleared his throat and continued, “How do you feel?” He asked her; surprised that he had enough energy to care about her health in that moment.
 
Lila gasped as his rough fingers delved deeper inside the constrictive tunnel of her body. His intention was not to entice or seduce her; he did now want her to have the pleasure she was taking from these brutal actions. He wanted her screams, her blood, he wanted her pain. She closed her eyes, letting her whole body go slack, her arms hanging heavy from the grasp of the brutes who held her tight. She turned her face, laying it against the hard table, biting down hard on her own lip. Once again the salty tang of her own blood flooded her senses. She could smell the stale stench of cigarette smoke and beer ingrained in the wood.

Everything around her now ceased to exist. She could no longer hear the blaring fire alarm, she could not see the nearby struggle. She doubted very much she would survive the next few hours. Her life had already outlived the days that she had once been allotted. Perhaps it was poetic justice that her life end now, in much the same manner her life as a vampire had begun; through violence. She could hear only his voice coming from some distance away, mocking her. But she deserved no less, did she. Hadn’t Lucius just trained her for this very thing, to be the plaything of men? Wasn’t it fitting that she was, at last, doing exactly what he had taught her to do?

She was powerless, something she had been in her life. Her entire life she had been taken advantage of, used, beaten down. It was only after Lucius taking and making her his own did she see a new life; she was nearly invincible. But now, here she was at the mercy of Lucas, an evil half-wit. She wanted to laugh, wanted to cry, wanted to rip the three of these monsters apart with her bare hands and bathe in their blood. However, she did not see how she could get free without some help.

She gasped as she felt the tip of his knife trace the length of her spine. She knew it was silver, just from the burning sensation it left down her pale flesh. He would not be able to kill her with the blade, but if the silver pierced her skin, it would poison her. Her healing process would be slowed dramatically. She would be in an even weaker. She trembled beneath the blade, fear cleared her mind. Clarity came in a rushing tide.

“No, please.” She whispered softly. She knew that he would not disobey his Master. Xavier had not ordered her dead, obviously, otherwise she would not have survived this long. It would have served Xavier and Lucas more to kill Lila before attempting to fight for supremacy. Killing Lila, Lucius second in command and his child would have weakened him greatly. The question was, why did they want her alive? Lila played to what Lucas desired. He thrived, craved the fear and degradation of women. She turned her face to his, forcing bloody tears to her eyes. Her face wore a mask of fear and humiliation. “Please.” She whimpered once more, contracting the muscles of her sex, twisting in fear, struggling harder to break free. If she were to help Lucius, hell, if she were to survive, she had to give Lucas at least some of what he wanted.

Her eyes quickly flicked to the knife and back to his cold face. “Please, I’m sorry, Lucas.” She said, her voice quivering. “Release me and I’ll do whatever you want.”

Crystal delighted in the sensation of his lips on her. The anger was gone, replaced as quickly as it had come by new found desire. She opened her mouth and felt his tongue thrust inside. Immediately, she felt the rush of power from him to her. Crystal felt as if her body were being ripped apart. Her very soul burned, like gasoline ignited by a firework. Pain exploded inside of her mind and in every cell. Her eyes opened, rolling back in to her skull, as she screamed in agony. She was stiff beneath him, her body rigid from the sudden invasion of magic.

She convulsed beneath him, feeling every sensation, praying for death as the pain washed over her, through her with every passing second. She couldn’t breath and the air trapped in her lungs felt scalding. Without rhyme or reason the pain shifted into intense pleasure, her body writhing, her arms pinned above her head. It felt so good, the exquisite agony as the hard, pulsating, orgasms shook her over and over. She was moaning into his mouth now, her entire body continuing to convulse.

Slowly, she came back into herself. Her body pulsing as Vlad moved off of her. She lay there, unable to move, panting. Her head lulled to the side as he spoke. “I’m...I’m...where the fuck am I?” She asked looking at him, a puzzled expression creasing her features. “What happened?” She asked as she looked around the den. “The last thing I remember is leaving work last night?” Crystal sat up, fear clouding her eyes. “What happened?” She asked again, her voice small and scared as she looked to Vlad.
 
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