by V Domino
"We’ll try and link all of our magic together to siphon out, if that doesn’t work though...We'll have to kill her."
Looking around at everyone in the room, I see my family all nod in agreement. There's just too many people in here that Merelda has hurt. Her choices have become her doom. In our world, a balance must be kept. Good and bad must stay in balance or shit gets fucked up.
Mayfly traps his lovers in his spell but he gives them the pleasures they seek. A misdeed hand in hand with a good deed... if it can be called that.
When I kill, I choose someone who is an imbalance to the scales of fate.
Merelda hasn't kept to the scales though and she's weighing one side down. I plan to remedy that and seeing the sheer determination in my family, I know they have those same plans.
We'll see who gets her first.
I'm completely regretting this ploy. Mayfly has his arm wrapped around my waist as we siphon to Merelda's tomb and I have to hold back breaking each of his caressing fingers. My hands are tied, albeit loosely, in front of me and they're clenched into hard fists.
"I'm going to break every little bone in that hand of yours, May."
All I get in return is a huff of amusement before he's yelling from outside Merelda's ward, "Merelda, dear! Come out and play, I have two little gifts for you."
We wait for a tense few moments until the tomb opens slowly. I can feel my sisters and the brothers standing close to the ward but far enough that Merelda won't feel them.
Mayfly puts his lips near my ear and whispers softly, "You better play this perfectly, beautiful. Merelda has the nose of a hound and she'll catch a lie. If I don't get what I want because you can't act, you'll owe something worth the loss."
Instead of the hiss I want to give him, I lift my bound hands to cup his smooth cheek and giggle like he just said something seductive. I've seen the addiction Mayfly causes to his lovers and I try my best to mimic the fools. I can't help the slight pinch I give him though.
Mayfly pulls his face away fast but plays it off like he's checking on Darren who is playing his part perfectly. He lays on the ground bound around his torso and wrists. He looks like a corpse ready for the garbage chute.
"What do you have here?" Merelda's voice is like a creaking door, opening for the first time in years. Annoying and begging for some baby oil. Hm, I wonder if that would help at all?
"Are your eyes going blind now? Maybe you should up the magic on that youthful spell of yours," Mayfly says easily, unworried that this crazy witch will turn him into a frog or some shit.
"You are wasting my time, Nymph. Why do you have a Crow?" Merelda is playing her Elder act and treading the waters cautiously.
"Come now, Witch. This little beauty came to me seeking help. She wanted to know your location so she could... get her mate back."
Bastard! The lying snake is a betrayer.
Before I can swing at him or get my hands free to stab the fucker, he continues speaking.
"Of course, you know I'm a scoundrel so I seduced her in her time of grief." Mayfly grabs me by the nape of the neck and licks me from jaw to temple. I can help the shiver that runs through, not of pleasure but of homicidal rage.
I bite my cheek hard enough to taste blood and I feel my nails pierce through my palms. To keep myself from Hellfiring his face off, I think of Drug and how much he needs me and of Elsie who is an innocent child. I giggle through gritted teeth like a maniac.
"You expect me to believe that this Crow who is mated to my grandson, fell for you seduction so easily?" Merelda moves closer to us but not past her wards.
Come on little old bitch. Just a little closer.
"And what of the Fairy? You think I'm a fool, Nymph? I will kill you where you stand!" Fuck, this woman her theatrics.
"Listen, I can takes these two back with me and not blink an eye. Having this fine piece of specimen as my pet is not a bad idea. The Fairy tried to talk her out of my bed but I simply used my special blend of poppy to render him unconscious." Mayfly's eyes glow purple with seriousness and deadly power, "Now, if you are finished with your show of false dominance, I'll gladly hand them over... for the right price that is."
Merelda looks hesitant like she doesn't believe I'm truly spelled by Mayfly so I do the only thing I do without throwing up.
I turn and caress the Nymph's cheek with my nose before biting his neck. I don't put any pressure but he plays it as if I just gave him the most pleasurable Vampire bite possible. Of course, I'd rather chew my own fingers off than to give to someone what only belongs to Drug so I pull back after a moment of acting. I feel dirty but again, I remind myself that I will sacrifice for those I love.
Hopefully I won't have to act too much longer.
I continue to stare at Mayfly like he's God's gift but I keep a close eye on Merelda with my peripheral. My heart leaps when she cackles and steps forward, weaving her fingers through the air like fucking Darth Vader, pulling her wards down.
As she steps away, I see the vines move at the entrance to her tomb as a breeze flows by them.
We're in! Keep the act going while we look for Drug and Elsie.
"How do I know this little slut won't attack me the moment you're out of her sight?" Merelda sneers as she looks me up and down.
I want to rip those green eyes out of her head. She doesn't deserve to have the same shade of coloring as Drug.
"Oh she'll listen because I've only just spelled her. Even without my presence, she'll be wanton for me. She’ll behave if you promise her you'll bring me to her."
Mayfly looks me in the eye, "Isn't that right pet?" His voice is purred with his power, a tool used to control his submissive.
"Yesss," I hiss out softly like a drug addict begging for their next hit.
Merelda makes a non-committal sound but begins weaving a levitation spell over Darren's prone form. I gotta give it to him for not freaking out when his body lifts off the ground and begins to float towards the tomb entrance and into the darkness.
She looks at me and smiles viciously, "Come now, little slut. I have quite the show for you down in my humble abode."
God, even her sarcasm is shitty.
I turn to Mayfly when he squeezes my shoulder, he gives me a serious look, "I'll be back to visit you and collect my debt. Be a good girl and I'll make sure you are sated wonderfully."
I'm hardly paying attention to the words because he drags his fingers down my chest and slyly tucks something into my cleavage. Then he backs up before snapping his fingers and disappearing.
Merelda grabs me by the hair on the back of my head, yanking hard enough to knock me to the ground. I land on my ass and glare at the foul woman standing over me. I curl a lip at her but she kicks me in the face. She uses her magic with the blow to my face and I feel my nose crunch.
I scream in pain, having never felt a broken bone in my life. My bones begin to mend but the pain of that hurts as well. I roll over as the bitch brings her foot down with the intention to smash my face further.
The ground vibrates with her stomp. The fuck are her feet made of, bricks?
I quickly stand to my feet and smear the blood from my nose and mouth. I will fuck this bitch up! I let a warning groan out before I hiss when she steps closer. Fuck this.
Using my speed, I'm in her face in a second, bringing my forehead down on her nose as hard as I can. The world spins as her nose breaks under my headbutt but I smile when she screams. Not willing to lose the advantage, I break the ropes around my wrists and grab her by the throat before slamming her back against the tomb's stone wall.
I do this three times before she wraps her boney hands around my biceps and knees me as hard as she can... in my fucking pussy!
Listen, I know I don't have balls but any woman will tell you, a knee to the crotch hurts like a motherfucker. I don't give a shit how tough you are, it's lips and bones down there, people, and it fucking hurts.
But I don't grab myself and
howl. I flip my claws out and swing my arms at her like I've lost my mind, and in a way I have. She has taken enough from me and I'm done with her. I want to watch the air leave her lungs and smile as her soul slips from her body.
My nails scratch across her chest, opening her skin with ease. I want her body to look as bad as Drug's did after she flogged him like a fucking Roman soldier would. I swing my left arm but before I make more lacerations, Merelda explodes into those nasty screaming moths.
Instead of fighting off the grotesque creatures like my mind wants to do, I run straight for the tomb before cloaking myself.
The stairs are narrow and steep but I teleport myself down to the bottom and into a rounded room with three different tunnels. I have to hurry because I can hear the wings of those fuckers getting closer. I don't want to teleport any more than I need to because there's a good chance this bitch can feel the power of a siphon like Drug did when we first met in the alley.
God, that feels like years ago when in reality it was only weeks ago.
Focusing back on which way to go, I decide to go right. Most people are creatures of habit and going right is usually what they do. Merelda is as close to a human as any supernatural can get so I'm hoping this is the correct tunnel.
There are sconces along the walls and their light allows me to see the runes written along the stones. I wonder if this is what keeps Drug's powers weakened?
I get to the end of the hall and to another set of stairs but my heart sails high when I hear the voices of my sisters.
Uncloaking myself, I run to the sounds of their whispers but stop cold in my tracks when I see Elsie holding her hands up to my family.
At her fingertips are the black flames of Hellfire.
Okay, shit just got crazy.
Merelda left quickly a few moments ago but before she left she pulled Elsie from her cage and put her before as a guard.
"Keep watch over your brother until I come back. You know the consequences of disappointing me, child."
After the bitch's footsteps fall silent, I look at Elsie. She's so beautiful and looks like the younger version of our mother. Her hair is long and black as night like father's but her eyes are lavender like our mother's. Simply stunning, my little sister.
Right now though, she looks so fearful. She holds her hands behind her back and something glows against the wall like she's holding a lit candle back there.
"What's happening, Elsie?" I try to soften my voice as much as I can but the latest whipping has taken a toll on me.
"I don't know." She folds her lips in like she's trying to keep her words back.
I stare at her a moment, wondering if I can trust her or if she has a form of Stockholm Syndrome. Although, I don't see Elsie having sympathy for the woman who regularly uses her without a single care for her.
"Are you sure you don't know or are you afraid of what Merelda will do if you tell me? I won't tell her anything and when I get out of here, my mate and I will keep you safe from the old crone."
She brings her hands forward and shows me her fingers which are all lit with Hellfire. What the fuck? How does Elsie have this ability?
"Don't speak... of Grandmother... that way." Tears leak from Elsie's eyes as she visibly struggles not to say the words.
I see. Elsie has been spelled to do Merelda's bidding. I growl at the pure evil of Merelda. The vain bitch that she is even has Elsie defending her honor.
"P-please, Drug. Don't do... an-anything."
"Okay, Elsie. Okay. I'm sorry." I hang my head and wait for her to drop her hands. When she does, the fire licks up her palms but they don't burn her. So many unanswered questions.
"You look just like our mother." I tell her after a few moments of silence. "We all knew you were going to be her twin, the splitting image of her except you have father's hair."
I hear her little hiccup of emotion but I keep talking, "When you were just a baby, Drac used to carry you around in a sack on his back. He said he wanted to teach you how to hunt so you could grow up strong and abled. Draven used to make funny faces to get you to giggle, you were the only one who could get him to smile."
I stop and control my own emotions just thinking of the normal life we once had.
"Wh-what about y-you?"
I look up at her face and see the struggle she is suffering but I don't want to add more to it by acting out in anger on her behalf.
I clear my throat before I answer, softening my voice, "I made you a wooden sword and used to pretend I was a Lord and you were a squire under my tutelage." I chuckle at the memory of tying the handle to her little chubby hand with twine.
I can see the smile she wants to let loose but Merelda's spell keeps it from coming through. Fucking bitch will pay.
I open my mouth to tell her more but the feel of the room changes like Ronny is here, unseen. Elsie feels it too and she brings her arms back up looking around in alarm.
Suddenly Draven and Drac are standing there with the sisters sans Ronny.
"Brothers! Elsie is under Merelda's influence!" I barely get the words out when Elsie flings Hellfire at them. On instinct, my brothers shield Rory and Roxy.
"Elsie, stop! Fight it, these are your brothers!"
"I-I can't!" Elsie shakes as the spell and her own will clash together. She throws more fire at the backs of her brothers.
"Mother used to sing to you about the stars and the sky, she would rub your forehead with her fingertips until you fell asleep." She continues to fight the power but lets two more flames go even as she cries out.
"Father used to toss you high into the air and catch you. Your giggles and scream of delight would scare the squirrels out of their dens, chittering as they went." Draven says as he turns around and takes a flame to the chest.
Hellfire doesn't wound us but it does hurt like a bitch when they come from someone else.
"When you would wake up at night, I would go to you and sneak you out into the woods to find the moon flowers." Drac says as he too turns around.
"I want t-to stop b-but the spell..." Elsie breathes hard and her forehead is covered in perspiration. "It's t-too strong!"
Just then, Darren comes running in, "Rigescunt Indutae!"
Elsie freezes on the spot, arms up and eyes wide.
"What did you do to her!" Drac roars and dives for Darren but Draven and Roxy stop him.
"I literally froze her. She's unharmed and the spell will wear off in five minutes so we need to move quickly!"
Drac runs to Elsie and kisses her head as Draven cups her face, "We've got you little sister. You'll be safe soon, I promise."
Roxy and Rory begin working the chains on my wrists but they're magical. They won't open with a key.
"You can't break these, take Elsie and go now before Merelda comes back!" I yell at them but the two crazies just keep trying to break the chains while Darren stands watch over Elsie and the spell he cast.
"We're not fucking leaving you, pup. Besides, Ronny is outside keeping the old crone back." Roxy says followed by a grunt when Rory elbows her.
"What the fuck!?" I snap at them, "You left your sister out there with her?"
Roxy, unapologetic as ever, just shrugs at Rory, "What? Draven said no secrets, right?"
I feel a new pulse through the room as Elsie unfreezes and launches a flame against the stone floor just as Ronny comes to a stop at the door. My breath wooshes out of me seeing she's got blood all over her face but she looks unharmed.
Either she just used her teeth to rip out Merelda's throat or she’s just had a meal.
Another flame gets thrown and it hits Ronny on the chest. She screeches and claws at herself, forgetting she can't be harmed by Hellfire anymore, and a vile falls out of her cleavage.
I try not to lick my lips at the voluptuous sight of her pillowtop breasts but I'm a creature from Hell, I have no morals.
Darren yells out his spell again and Ronny scoops up the little vile from t
he stone floor before running straight to me. She hands off the vile and throws herself at my chest.
I can't wrap my arms around her but I do take in a deep breath, filling my lungs with her scent and soothing my aching soul. She litters kisses all over my face before coming to my lips.
The burn on my neck starts again but I ignore it as I push my tongue into Ronny's mouth, tasting her sweetness and swallowing her moans. My body heals and something begins to happen as the warmth in my neck spreads to my arms and back. The urge to hold Ronny in my arms fills my mind and every cell in my body is willing my wrists to be free. Suddenly my arms pull from the wall as chucks of the stone wall crumble around us.
We don't break the kiss though, how can someone cut this short? Having Ronny in my arms is like having my soul mended with stitches of heaven made thread. Healing and renewing.
All too soon, Ronny pulls back, "Merelda will be here any moment. We need to get Elsie out of here."
Rory sniffs the liquid in the vile, "This is Praesidium. Maybe it'll fight off Merelda's spell on little Elsie."
"It will, that is the same stuff we give you to keep spells from being used to influence your will. Quickly, give it to her."
Rory rushes behind Elsie while Drac and Draven grab hold of our sister's arms. Darren speaks the words that release her from the freeze spell and my brothers hold her arms down. Rory squeezes my sister's jaw with enough force to open it then she pours in the liquid, holding her head still while she swallows.
Elsie shakes and forces herself to drink the potion and when she does, the effects are immediate. The Hellfire leaves her fingers and she sags against Drac in relief.
"Thank you, Ronny," Elsie whispers before she passes out. She's exhausted from her fight but she won't be able to rest until we escape from this godforsaken tomb.
Suddenly there's a loud scream from the tunnel leading into the room, "Here she comes!" Ronny shouts.
"Everyone, join hands!" We all follow Rory's instructions just as Merelda comes into the room bleeding from her face and chest.
"See ya, biotch!" Roxy says before we siphon to Club Lust.
