by K A Young
It's a long shot, mainly that I'm in Germany, but...could she be the shopkeeper's daughter that I ran into on my escape from Locaine's mansion?
Kara approaches me and arches a brow at the way I regard her before asking, "Did you live in Hollywood, California?" My voice lowers while I question her.
She appears shocked, the expression of wonder spreading across her face before she finally asks me, "How do you know who I am?"
"Your father..." my voice trails off before I let her in on the story I've been told, "he said...you were taken, by a vampire," I draw my gaze toward Theo, "with long white hair. You were turned, weren't you? You survived the bite of a pureblood?"
Kara analyzes me quizzically before she responds truthfully, "Yes, I did. He took me as his beloved as his wife was killed by a hunter many, many centuries ago. We moved here away for a quieter life as all he wanted was to live in peace with...me," she smiles at him while she thinks so highly of herself.
"If you do find my Kara..." "Please end her life. I can't stand the thought of my little girl as one of those monsters."
"I'll do one better." "If I come across the pureblood you described, I will slaughter him as well."
The conversation and promise I had made to the man vividly come rushing to me my mind. My heart races and my breathing picks up.
Kill...them...how the hell was I supposed to do that?!
"Anyways," Theo brings me back from my thoughts before turning to his new 'beloved' and asking, "Kara, would you take her to our room?"
"What?!" Kara and I both scream in unison.
Theo sighs and pulls me toward him, wrapping an arm around my waist before he chuckles, "It seems that my son only broke you in one way. I don't smell him on you."
An icy chill runs through my body...
...what is he planning?
Kara nods and takes me away from Theo's grasp, pushing me forward in front of her. I come to a halt at the foot of the stairs, looking up at the menacing steps before me. I draw my hands into fists and close my eyes shut sharply.
Please...Locaine.
They are almost counting on him following me here...
...but will he?
Is my worth that much?
"Move," Kara shoves me slightly from behind, but with her strength, I almost trip on the first step up the staircase. The bare marble beneath my feet lowers my temperature. Kara's heels echo behind me as I know she's staring at me like I'm her prey, waiting for the right moment to strike should I fall out of line.
As we reach the top landing, she steers me in the direction of a stony hallway with a balcony overlooking the main entrance. My heart skips a beat as I quickly flicker my gaze out across the entryway we'd come through, the doors to the entrance becoming but a fleeting memory.
I come to a stop at the end of the hallway, a large dark cedar wood door looming in front of me and making me feel small and insignificant. There are two lights on either side of the door frame, lighting the passageway while everything else appears very dark.
"You don't have to do this," I grit my teeth together as she opens the door, attempting to reason with her...possibly wondering if there's any humanity left once you've been turned.
"Yes, I do, Theo sired me, so I will obey him," Kara nudges me into the room once the door is open. The walls are painted a malachite hue, with dark chartreuse marble beneath of my feet. Like Locaine's mansion, there are no windows, just walls closing in on me like a prison.
A prisoner, once again.
Kara forces me toward their king-sized bed, celestial covers resting on top of the sheets. She then orders me once we reach the edge, "Get on the bed."
The hairs prickle on the back of my neck before I shake my head and rebuttal, "I-I...I can't...I won't!"
I attempt to push around her form, but she is much stronger than I, and I have both of my hands shackled together, unable to make any real escape possible.
"No!" I lash out as she tossed me onto the bed with the strength of a vampire, getting on top of me a second later so I can't roll away. Kara takes my bound hands and locks them into position to a chain on the headboard.
What the hell are they into?
My body begins to panic, my pulse racing as she glances down at me once I'm entirely restrained.
"I really don't care to be around for this," Kara sighs as she got up off the bed, almost filled with irritation, but she won't go against Theo's order.
I pit at her in anger, "Why? Because he took you."
"That has nothing to do with it!" She snaps back at me with anger, baring her fangs at me.
"How many slaves has he had?" I inquire, pushing further and agitating her, "How many has he raped? You care..." I'm playing a dangerous game, but if I'm lucky, she just might bite me in her fury.
Kara's eyes are altering to a bloody red, but just as I believe she may attack me, giving me a chance at freedom, Theo's form appears behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Don't let the hunter taunt you, you're better than that my love."
"I'm sorry," Kara's tune changes immediately as she runs out of the room, leaving me behind.
Theo's smirk returns as he locks the door behind him. He then applauds me, "Nice try, you do know how to anger a vampire, that is for sure."
"Really?" I state sarcastically as I try to shift away, but I'm held still by the chain overhead.
This can't happen...this can't happen.
I kept fighting within my mind, trying to believe that Locaine will come at any moment to save me...
"I've never captured a hunter...only killed them," Theo's eyes flicker with thought as he makes his way towards the bed. As he comes to a halt, he sneers, "This should be quite a treat."
I shake my head as he crawls onto the bed, his eyes are lustful and animalistic. I cry out, trying to break away from the chain, but it won't budge. Theo straddled my waist, while his hands roam the sides of my body. At once, I felt an unwanted desire creeping through my body, eliciting a response from his touch.
"This one has me stumped," Theo's voice is a murmur, "why has my son not taken you."
"Because I wouldn't let him," I breathe out, my voice starting to betray me.
"He gave you a choice?" Theo appears to be entertained by my response.
I glare up at the beautiful creature looming above me and hiss in anger, apparently him not knowing his own son well enough, "Yes."
"Pity," Theo backhands me across the face in the next second before stating, "he's already becoming weak."
I gasp, the pain rising in my cheek from where he'd hit me. His hand glides up my thigh with the high slit, my heart beating fast. I try pulling down on the chain, but it's a wasted effort when I hear him growl, and he pulls me back down to him. A chuckle slips past his lips when he says, "It looks like someone already started something with you."
It hits me with his words that the vampire on the jet had removed my thong. I have nothing on...
I fight for a breath as Theo runs his fingers my slit, parting my lower lips and brushing against my entrance, shaking my head from side to side.
"Don't," I push my hips to the side, attempting to get away from him. Theo snarls at me as I feel his hand collide with my other cheek, my head whipping to the side at the strength he uses. I groan from the contact, my face full of burning agony as he hits me one more time for good measure.
My once tense muscle release on their own as I'm barely fighting to stay conscious. I feel him hike my dress up, allowing him full access. My vision is hazy, shadows creeping into my vision as I hear a buckle unclasp.
I can feel his hard shaft against my inner thigh as he creeps between my legs. A renewed vitality passes over me as I aim to twist my hips, trying for all that I'm worth to evade him.
"I would rather fuck you while you are aware of it," Theo cracks the side of my head again, "however, if you keep testing my patience, you'll wake up with no memory."
Tears well up in my eyes as the slowly slid from the corners of my eyes a
nd down my cheeks.
Locaine...
I've never been this terrified, my body is finally beat down where I just didn't have the stability and vigor to fight anymore.
I feel the tip of his shaft press hard against my folds, forcing his way to my entrance while they become wet without my consent. I shriek as he begins sinking himself into me.
Not like this...
I cry loudly, tears coming in full streams as they fall down my cheeks in trails. He growls loudly, burying his entire length deep inside of me, easily hitting my cervix in the process and causing excruciating pain.
"Stop! Please...stop!" I groan as the cramping discomfort peaks and then subsides.
My straining against him only brings further need and pleasure to him. Theo clasps his strong hands around my hips, holding me in place as he begins to pull out his hard length, slamming roughly into me once again.
I'm being used for Theo's own selfish desires.
I feel embarrassed and ashamed.
My eyes closed shut as his rhythm settling out into even thrusts, feeling my walls taking him with strain, but he enjoys the way I'm tight around him. I will myself away, just wanting this nightmare to end.
Locaine...please...help me.
My thoughts are lost as I lay there helplessly under the powerful pureblood. His fangs flash, creeping dangerously into sight. He begins to thrust into me harder and faster, lifting my hips so that he can angle himself better, allowing for much deeper penetration. I begrudgingly release a small moan from my lips, my body taking on a will of its own.
"You are just like the humans," Theo's voice is husky as his breathing comes in uneven breathes, "you all give in."
It's not my fault my body betrays me.
I scream one last time, shrinking away from him, "I will not give in...bastard!"
"You had your chance," Theo's movements are quick as the pain pounds in my head, the burning agony resonating in my face.
The dark shadows return as I feel myself slipping away. I can feel him gripping me tighter, pulling me down onto him as hard as he can to force my hips to meet his never-ending thrusts.
Before I find myself drifting off, I feel his shaft expanding within me, stretching my walls further as his warm seeds expels into me.
Where are you, Locaine?
Chapter 16
-Locaine
Our movements are swift and decisive as we weave our way through the thicket right at the edge of the structure. Rynn leaps from the grass, landing lightly on a tree branch with her eyes scanning the entrance, the foreboding doors coming into sight.
It looks like there are two guards outside. Rynn's crystalline voice slips into my mind with ease.
Darius skids to a halt and crouches down behind some of the overgrown brush. The right one is mine he communicates while he runs low to the ground around to the side of the building.
Locaine? Rynn asks, waiting for my order before proceeding either as an attacker or playing overwatch.
I have the left. I acknowledge her before taking off at a full-on sprint toward the front door. The two vampires notice me instantly.
Good. That was precisely what I was counting on, causing a distraction for the true attacker to come into view. They hiss, their fangs coming into view as one of them lunges forward, throwing a quick punch to my chest.
I lean back into his assault and grab onto his wrist in the process, pulling him down and slamming his chest onto the ground. I throw my knee into his back, taking hold of his neck, Darius circling around and sinking his fangs into the neck of the remaining guard who had been all too preoccupied with readying to help his fallen comrade.
Rynn saunters into view, her hips swaying from side to side while she releases a sarcastic sigh, "Looks like I wasn't needed, now was I?"
Darius rips the vampire's throat out, blood spilling from his neck. He smirks while blood coats his teeth as he laughs, "Wouldn't want to ruin your outfit."
I listen for the chilling crunch as I snap the vampire's neck I have in my hold, his face facing up to the sky a moment later at the quick action. I rise gradually to my feet just as Rynn passes by me.
"Shall we?" Rynn nods, our eyes locking. I can see that familiar thirst in her eyes, not only the want to kill, but the need for it as the confrontation only heightens our senses.
We creep up to the doors, quietly and carefully unlatching the lock and pushing them open in one smooth motion. I'm no stranger to this place, the homespun halls bring back memories of my childhood, the good memories and the bad are swirling chaos within my mind. My father favored Enos, but Enos saw me as his equal, thus wanting me to understand the exact specifications of the way the world would soon change by his hand. I would have been just as thrilled to stand at his side during the transition but now...I'll never know. That is precisely why he entrusted me to finish his work, not my father, not his widow Jezabel...no one.
Me.
We take it easy, watching our steps as we tentatively make our way into the main hall, our eyes constantly scanning for any sign of movement. My father no longer belongs to a coven, he prefers his solitude with select few companions, especially after mother's death his world changed drastically from that day onward. Rynn's watchful eyes are vigilant, leering into each hallway until we make it to the grand staircase.
"Locaine," Jezabel's voice is slightly cheerful, homing in on us the moment she catches our movements from the shadows of a hallway.
"You were expecting me?" I arch a brow while hiding my confusion, as I regard her form, she comes forth from the hallway.
Jezabel narrows her eyes and her demeanor shifts instantly when she informs me, "I was counting on it."
Darius side steps to my right as Rynn circles around to my left, guarding our movements against unseen, observant eyes.
"Where is my father?" I question her.
"I'm here, Locaine," my father's voice resonates as he and his newly taken beloved approach from the dining area. Rynn's muscle tense while I sense her uneasiness, darting her eyes from Jezabel to my father, back to his beloved.
My voice is low and threatening when I question, "Where...is...my slave?"
"I believe, she's a little..." Jezabel's features are attempting to avoid uncontrollable laughter before she states, "...tied up at the moment."
Darius flinches slightly at her words, unsure of exactly where she is going with this before he communicates, Locaine, what do you want us to do?
"Why did you take her from me?" I glower angrily, ignoring Darius' question, "You had no right, Jezabel!"
My father rubs his forehead in irritation before releasing a sigh of frustration, "You know what Jezabel wants. Accept her as your beloved. Marry her and allow her to rule the future world by your side," he pauses a moment to affirm, " if you do this...I will return your slave back to you."
"If I refuse?" I narrow my eyes, my pulsing veins vibrating through my body at the rage I can hardly restrain. I'm not a child, and I won't be blackmailed into his obscene notion to adhere to every wish that Jezabel desires just because she was Enos' beloved.
My father's eyes begin to slowly shift to a black rose while he decides our fates, "I will kill Annika."
Locaine, I don't know where she is... Rynn's musical thoughts enter my mind swiftly. She has been trying to locate her through her enhanced senses, but wherever they are holding her, she is blocked from our senses.
"I want to see my slave," I hiss out lowly, not believing that she is even alive anymore. I'm not about to bow down to an empty threat.
My father releases another sigh and snaps his fingers, "Very well."
We wait a few brief minutes before hearing clamoring coming from the top of the staircase. Two vampires each restraint Annika's upper arms, forcing her down the stairs in the same white dress from the memory ball. She has no chains attached to her, though it hardly appears they need to bind her.
They abruptly come to pause in front of my father, right before shoving Annika onto th
e ground in front of him like a rag doll. She is on her knees, barely holding herself up on her hands as I can see the wavering of her strength. Her head tilts upward slowly, her face meeting mine.
I've never seen that look in my little hunter's eyes before.
Evident bruises are starting to heal across her face, the darker purple subsiding while other hues remain apparent.
What the fuck did he do to her?
"Now that you've seen her," my father shrugs his shoulders, kicking her in the back, "what is your decision?" Annika gasps, tears returning to her already stained cheeks at his sudden assault.
There are five of them, two purebloods and three regular vampires...
There are three of us, myself being the only pureblood, Rynn standing as my commander while Darius ranks as a high elite. I'm unsure if we can overpower them, but I know there is one being who can significantly increase our odds...
My eyes lock onto Annika's white irises.
Trust.
**
-Annika
My body is burning with agony, pain searing through me with each muscle that tenses. I have finally been broken and beaten into submission, but it wasn't by Locaine...
I'm terrified of Theo and what he can possibly do to Locaine, Rynn, and Darius after what he had already done to me. I steady myself on my hands, easing my bruised body as I continue to stare into his eyes with pain.
Locaine is dressed in the same attire he had worn when he came to track me down at the train station and drag me back to his mansion. The look Locaine gives me, makes me feel ashamed of what's happened. I instantly glance away, my heart pounding hard against my rib cage.
"No," comes Locaine's reply, venom dripping from the single word.
The two vampires that had brought me down from Theo's room spontaneously dash toward Locaine at an alarming speed. Rynn lashes out impacting one of the vampires in the chest with her fist. He crashes onto his back as she continues her punch, pinning him to the ground.
Darius runs straight at the other vampire head-on, sliding onto both his knees and uppercutting the vampire in the stomach with a sharp jab. He takes hold of the fabric on his chest and whips him over his shoulder.
