Faline

I stay quiet as she gives orders to Seth to take the man to the red room. He nods and gets right to it. I've heard of her red room, it's where she does her torturing.

Even knowing it, I can't find it in myself to feel sorry or guilty for the man. It's one thing to hate women, but it gets out of control when you take that out on an innocent. I watch as Seth ends up having to carry the man, who yelps when all his wounds get jarred from the movement.

"Don't take this wrong, but I hope I never see the inside of that room."

When turning back to her, dual-colored eyes are blazing at me. Oh yeah, I'm in for it. Getting backed into a small alcove across from the bathroom, I keep eye contact. Her being so close, I have to look up, which really irritates me.

About to start bitching, she sweeps down and seals her mouth to mine. Really need to not be facing her when I do that, she takes too many liberties. With a hard wall behind me and a firm body in front caging me in, I'm not going anywhere very fast.

Her hands are pressed to the wall on either side of me, suit coat gaping open over her middle as she pulls back just enough for my hands to slip through and up. Eyes closed, my hands are grabbed and pressed hard into the wall before I get halfway up her abdomen. Gold gaze opens to glare as she pulls back, my heart thumping from her abusive mouth.

Green and blue eyes are half shuttered as she looks over me. My towel had been wrapped around and tucked to stay closed, it’s still holding up till she dips down and pulls it loose with her teeth. Half of it is caught behind me, but the front opens, baring me to the open air.

Skin is still slightly damp from the rinse, I hadn't done any type of deep cleaning or anything. Which also means there's still minute traces of blood that I'd missed. With arms pressed into the wall away from my body, her tongue follows the faint trails.

Pinching nips and stinging bites are placed as she works her way back up to my face. Small gasps and sounds slip from me even as I try to stifle them. A peaked nipple is bitten, causing a harsh breath to be expelled in protest.

Her soft tongue slides over the flesh and continues up to my neck. My hands get raised high above my head, her fingers intertwined with mine as she lifts me till I'm on my tiptoes. A soft protest is met with a nip, then a bite as she sinks her fangs in deep. My knees buckle, but she has me held up firmly. Warmth and desire course through me as she makes her pulls. The center of my body becomes hot with need, yearning.

No embarrassment is felt as I'm washed away in the flood of pleasure her bite brings. No nerves are touched physically, but they pulse and throb all the same. Hours of foreplay packed into one punch sending the body into overload and meltdown.

Crying out over and over as my frame is wracked with tidal waves, my center thrums as she causes release after release. Gasping for her to stop as my chest heaves and heart pounds. Tears start to form from the overwhelming amount of feeling.

Even though I feel flushed and hot, in reality, I'm growing colder. Having not fed in days, energy used in shifting, and then her tasting, I'm running on empty. I tug at my arms feebly to try and get her attention. Lost in the sea of bloodlust, she sees and hears nothing. I bring up my knee hard. Not as effective on females, but it still hurts when it collides with soft tissues and bone.

She finally sweeps her tongue over the holes and pulls back.

"Dammit, you freaking nympho. I haven't fed yet and you're draining me too much. Back the hell off."

Feel like I should be panting, but the undead have no need for oxygen. We breathe, as it's instinctive to do so, and needed for speech, but not to stay alive. Hearts beat, but very slowly. Sluggish.

Right now mine feels like it's drumming in my ears, the sound seemingly loud. I glare at her as she finally lowers me and pulls back from my body, letting me go. Grabbing the towel to wrap around me once more, I move to go around her.

Doesn't exactly go the way I want as I end up stumbling into her. Pushing away from the woman gets me nowhere when she catches and holds me.

"And you wonder why I don't want to stay in your rooms. Perfect example right here, I think. Let me go."

Avina is standing near the tiled room, looking nervous and not wanting to lower her head. She's motioned over by the domineering Vamp as I continue to push at her. Might as well be pushing at a parked car while human. Moves a little, but not out of the way.

"Feed. Next time do so when I tell you to. Try to stay out of trouble for a few hours, won't you?"

"Wouldn't be in trouble if you had a firmer hold of whoever is handling your subs. Clearly, someone is being lax. First, a pedophile gets through, 'without' being noticed, and now this? Maybe you've gone soft..."

The last remark was too far, and I know it, but that didn't stop it from flying out of my mouth all happy-go-lucky like. A firm hand is wrapped around my throat, lifting me to face her narrowed eyes a second later. I glare right back, unbowed.

When one Vamp grabs another by the throat, it's not a choking motion like it would be for humans. Since we need no oxygen, trying to strangle us is redundant. No, when Vamps go for the throat, it's to crush or cause pain.

Right now she's going for inflicting pain, nails digging into flesh while putting pressure around the esophagus. Will be a little difficult to talk if your voice box is ripped out an all. Mine had already been damaged before, so a small thrill of fear goes down my spine. Since it hasn't healed right, if more damage is done and doesn't align properly, my ability to speak will be close to non-existent. Unable to speak aloud and no telepathy to communicate, I'd become pretty useless. The only one I'd be able to actually talk to would be my sister with our weird bond.

"That mouth of yours is going to get you into serious trouble one of these days. You'd do well to restrain it."

Her voice is soft, I've never heard her raise it, to be honest. Don't need to when you're the head honcho and everyone bows to you. Supposedly. Golden eyes flare at her in anger, but that just makes her smile.

"Careful, Pet, I enjoy bleeding you. Could always have you chained to my bed and kept weak, feeding you only to then drain you again."

Fear stops my heart altogether. Remind me again why I came back here? Lady smirks at the panic on my face, so I blank and harden it. Looking away from her so she'll let me go.

The grip hardens before releasing. I can feel the tiny slow trickle from her nails pulling free of my skin. Keeping my face blank and not giving her a reaction, I stare at the wall until she moves and leaves. Falling to my knees only when she's no longer within eyesight.

Avina comes close and lowers next to me. My gaze slides to her and she tilts her head, baring her neck. No hesitation is shown, so I don't show any either as I take my fill. I take more than what I normally would have, but don't put her in any danger. Closing the wound respectfully then standing to go back to the kitchen, my face remains pinched.

"You really shouldn't push her so far. She lets you get away with much, but she's still Mistress here."

"I really don't give a damn what she is the Mistress of. Her lack of attention has put you all in danger. She wants to play things like that, then fine. We'll play."

My voice is hard, features even more so as I go back into the showers to wash. Scrubbing all traces of that witch off me and hiding my shame towards myself.

"You gave my clothes to Kerry, right?"

When she nods, I turn the water off and get a new towel, snapping it in anger. The motion and sound make Avina wince, but I'm so focused in my own head that I pay no heed to it. Leaving the room, we go back to the kitchen. Seth meets us there.

He's damp again, so I guess he showered as well. Going right up to Kerry, who had grabbed my clothes when she'd seen me coming, I drop the towel right there and dress. It's gotten to the point I really don't care who sees me nude.

Only ones around here who really make it awkward are the other Vamps, and I tend to avoid most of them when I can, eye contact being relatively rare. I'll look into their faces, but not directly to their eyes. Not unless I'm judging for something.

I touch my pocket for the reassuring feel of my sister's blade. When it isn't felt, my eyes fly back up to Kerry, who's holding it out to me in a sleight of hand movement.

"When I felt it, I took it out just in case someone else tried making a grab for the clothes themselves."

Nodding, I give my thanks with a small smile, attempting to breathe away my encounter with that she-devil. Just knowing I have to deal with her again soon is enough to ruin any mood but I push it away and try not to think about it.

Making sure I have everything written down, I hand the list to Avina and wave her off. She looks at me as if she wishes to say something, but at my droll expression, she leaves. Don't care how much the sub loves that damn woman. Just because she does, does not mean everyone else has to. I sure as hell don't.

"Alright. It's around dinner time by now right? There or around, anyway?"

I don't pay attention to any answers I get, mind on food and what I'm going to do to avoid that woman as much as possible. Need to start memorizing hallways that I mostly use. Ones around here and the solarium.

Handing out orders, we get several roasts and vegetables put in the big pot for later, mashed potatoes and steamed veggies, fried chicken, and tacos started. I whip up some deviled eggs real quick while Kerry gets geared up for carrot cake, puddings, cupcakes, and turtle brownies. I just look at her as she lists out what she wants to do, but she just smiles and looks excited. Fattening and energy booster food, I guess.

Don't think I've seen anyone so happy about making so many desserts at once. She definitely has her work cut out for her. Leaving her to it, I set about making up lasagna. I keep an eye on her though to make sure she doesn't overwhelm herself.