Faline

Eyes flick to the male when she stands and comes closer. His body stiffens slightly, all for someone gawking at me but as soon as they get close, then he has an issue. These people are seriously screwed in the head.

My gaze flicks back to her as she gets closer, then down to the almost nude boy sitting next to the chair she came from. His loincloth had come from somewhere, not sure I want to know where. His eyes are curious, but wary.

She walks around me, eyeballs going up and down my frame. Height wise she's about half a foot taller than I. Then again, everyone's taller than me. I keep my eyes glued to Maii as she runs a hand across my upper back, moving my hair over my shoulder.

Against my will I start shaking, not sure if it's anger or fear, maybe a combination of both. Nails dig into my palms as she steps closer, can tell by the hair on the back of my neck rising and the slight heat coming from her body.

A small movement has me looking at Nicolaus, who's crossed his arms, cocked his hip, and watching the woman at my back, still in front of the fireplace that I'm facing. Her breath on my neck causes goosebumps to rise, the hand that had moved my hair now grazes down my spine.

Closing my eyes, I think of different ways to torture the male in front of me. Soft fingertips slide to my sides right under my breasts where the laces start, then trace them as they go down to my hip and hang over the short pleated skirt. She has both hands on me, one mimicking the other till they reach my waist, where her left hand rests, and her right keeps sliding down. I can feel my palms warm with the blood I'm drawing from them, even have to move my tongue so I don't bite through it as my jaw clenches.

No idea what the males in the room are doing, and I don't care as her cool right hand glides down the skirt to my thigh, then up under it as she catches the blood trail. My breath is held, stilled within my lungs as I wait for her to be finished. The appendage steadily moves further up till she reaches the small holes.

When I make a motion to move away, her left hand grips my side hard. My eyes fly open as my anger finally steels my spine. I can hear her breath catch as she leans close, laying a kiss on my neck before she pulls away. Once she releases my side, I all but leap away.

Nicolaus had moved closer, his eyes look almost amber in his fury. We watch the woman as she raises her blood-covered hand to her lips and slowly licks them, two different colored eyes locking with orange ones. Not sure what to do, I freeze. Having moved several feet from either of them and the roaring fire, I catch Maii as he tries to come to me, but I shake my head at him and look back to the Vampires.

Her dark-colored suit jacket has opened wider than the inch or so it had been previously. They watch each other as she licks most of the blood from her hand. The last of it on the end of a finger to which she drags over her heart.

Not where you usually see people put their hands, which is above their breast. The female Vamp wipes her finger just below it, over the actual spot the heart lies. Her eyes dilate wide while Nicolaus's nostrils flare.

I motion for Maii to back away slowly. If they start fighting, don't want him caught in it. They don't, however, as he seems to catch on that she's baiting him on purpose. When he figures that out, he backs off.

"You're no fun, Nicolaus. I thought you out of all else here would be willing to stand up to me. Even with the blood of your Kitten in my hands, you retreat."

These people are seriously messed up in the brainpan. Wiring has gotten super frayed and shorted. Hell, those wires have been ripped out and stomped on.

Not wanting anything more to do with this, I turn and go for the door.

"I did not say you could go."

"Well too bad, I'm leaving. Y'all are insane and I want nothing to do with it."

My hair is gripped and yanked backward. Should have seen that coming. I go with it willingly, the Mistress having wrapped her hand into the strands and holding me in front of her as she faces Nicolaus at the fireplace.

"Your spirit intrigues me, but I will cut you down. The antics and trouble you cause liven my home, and you have shown you can be trusted around many things. Going so far as to stand up to me about the health of my slaves."

One hand gripped in my hair, the other wraps around my waist and pulls me into her. I breathe shallowly as I look at the flames in the hearth. Definitely feeling in danger now.

"As your payment to me for trashing a number of my rooms you were given the responsibility of the health of those that are mine. The death you caused though, is another matter."

Death? I'm confused for a moment, then remember the Vampire that had abused Kerry. My eyes swing up to hers, my head held back enough that I can see them.

"The pig got what he deserved if you ask me."

"I did not ask you."

I shrug, which gets my hair twisted, drawing a small wince. Everyone winces when the shorter hairs at the back of your neck and hairline are pulled on, don't care who you are. Well, unless you're bald.

A dark green and an ice blue set stare down at me. Then a question pops into my brain, then of course, right out my mouth.

"Wait, which death are we talking about here? Vampire one or Vampire two? Because, you know, there was another who got really lippy with me."

A smirk crosses her face as she thinks of the other one I'm talking about. The one I tore up after finding out Madaline sent him after me. Last I heard he was carrying some heavy wounds and a missing ear, but I didn't hear of his death.

"Max is alive. Still in the process of growing back pieces you took from him, last I had seen. Probably should check in on him again and make sure he isn't causing any more trouble for Madaline. Her jealousies are getting tiring."

I can see her look at Nicolaus, the arm around my waist shifting till a hand slips between the laces on my hip. The already snug material holds fingers tight as they go under the leather framing the opening.

His eyes alight again, the scar on his face darkening. My indrawn breath at that draws her eyes back down to me. Cool skin presses into my waist above the small closing tears, the strip of exposed skin down her front is against my back.

"Attacking my patrons for doing what they come here for is not a wise thing to do."

I shrug then go to my tiptoes as those hairs are pulled on again, a sharp inhale before I glare up at her. Hey, never said I was very bright.

"If they're coming here to abuse and break those who you claim as 'yours' then you're doing a hell of a job. Max was sent after me, I was within my rights to protect myself since I'm not a slave here. The other tried his chances when he tried making that mistake. Even more so when he kept coming even after learning what I am, going so far as to say he was going to ask you for me."

She nods, surprisingly, then dips her head down and talks against my neck as she looks at the opposing Vamp again.

"And that is the reason he was disposed of. Kerry was retrieved when it was brought up that he was originally going for you. You mistake intent if you thought she was being 'saved'. She knows her place here, past time you did as well."

My body clenches at that, having a feeling that I'm going to bleed some more. Proves correct when her fangs sink deep into my neck. I jerk against her before my eyes close, a last look at Nicolaus shows him fuming and taking steps forward.

I cry out in denial as I'm flooded with pleasure. The hand in my hair grips ever tighter, but all it does is add to what courses through me. The bite of pain mixing and confusing receptors and causing a moan to escape. Liquid heat pools low and fast, inner nerve bundles spazzing within my body. Legs go weak and collapse, but I'm caught and held snug against a firm body. The feeling very different than what I've been getting used to lately.

My hands go to the arm at my waist, holding on as I tremble. This, this right here is why Vampires are so dangerous. Oh sure, they can kill you, yes, but they can also make you crave something that only they can do. When they're not doing it to cause pain anyway.

Been on the receiving end of those too, and don't care to again. A wet swipe of a tongue goes over the holes, just to get reopened as she bites down again. My body arches as another moan is ripped from my lungs.

This is starting to get embarrassing, but I'm numb to everything but the feelings she's creating. Choked breathing comes out in pants as I squirm against her. A male is being very colorful with his swearing somewhere in front of me.

Heat builds between my thighs till I clench them together trying to find relief. The tickling at my center builds until it comes to a fevered pitch. The female attached to my neck takes a strong pull while sinking her teeth deeper, and that sends me over the edge. I exclaim aloud as my body goes nuts, gasping through it as my wet thighs throb.

She finally draws back, but the small lick to close the wound sends another dart of pleasure through me. My heavy breathing is loud as it literally feels like I can't get in enough air.

"Please... No more."

Muscles twitch and clench as I hang limply in her arms. The hand that had been gripped in my hair goes to cradling my head as my hands still cling to the one around my waist.

I'm moved till I get laid out on a couch, weak from both the blood loss and the...orgasm. I clench my eyes shut and curl up in embarrassment, insides still thrumming. Hot tears fill my eyes at the knowledge that I can't fight that. Nicolaus's bite didn't do that. Well, it did, but not to that extent. It takes a moment, but I start comprehending the talking that is going on near me.

"...lax with her. I will leave Maii here for her to feed. Got a little carried away myself, now I know why you are so possessive of her; she has a delightful taste. Just being around her I've noticed she creates a calming in those near her. First time coming across something like that. Take better care, Nicolaus, she is special, don't ruin her."

Special my ass, I just want to go home. To be normal and human. Able to sit out in the sun with my mother while she complains about it being too bright. The tears that had been filling my eyes start spilling over.

A soft touch to my shoulder has me opening them. Neither Vampire would have approached that way, so I know it's the silent boy. He mouths to me that they're gone and holds up a sheer silver and black robe. Confusion is written over his features, but I say nothing, looking at the robe blankly as he holds it out. The silver cloth looks long, sleeves not overly so, but there will be a train behind it.

The black overlaying design looks like a cross between flames and intricate swirls with pinstripe blood-red markings. The silver parts are see-through, but the black designing makes what's underneath hard to see. The thicker designs are over the chest and groin, while elsewhere it's near nonexistent.

It is pretty, have to admit, but I miss real clothes. Pants that cover as well as a sweater that enfolds me in its warmth. Something needs to be done before I put it on though, so I look back to the Shifter.

"I need a shower first. Please tell me you know where one is that's close by."

After thinking for a moment, he motions me to follow him, a quick glance around shows that both undead creeps are gone.

"Nicolaus go with her?"

He shakes his head, one hand pointing one way while the other points in the opposite direction. Of course. I follow him out, catching the scent of myself every other step. Keeping my head down on the way there, my face flames hotter and hotter. I can't even tell if we're in an area I recognize since I'm focused on the floor.

I get led to another community-like bathroom, a rather large sunken square of floor reminds me of those old Roman bathhouses, even has pillars around it and stone benches. I go the other way where the shower spigots are, pretty much viewing Maii as sexless or unisex as I rip the 'clothing' off. Using so much force that the leather rips and gets thrown into the wall. The sad scrap of useless underwear gets yanked from my waist, the flimsy material falling apart as it follows the leather.

I didn't exactly participate, but my body went right along with it, which just adds to the shame I feel. Swear to myself that when I'm not in the kitchen, I'm hiding somewhere, even if it's in the damn freezer.