Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Academy or it's characters or storyline;it was written by the illustrious Richelle Mead. I love her characters (and her series), one of my favorites is Adrian Ivashkov, so I decided to write a fanfiction paring him with an OC I created who is a blood whore, thus this story will be from her perspective. This story is set post Vampire Academy and assuming that the events in the Bloodlines have not occurred (it's an alternative ending). I hope you all enjoy, and understand that I'm not saying that Adrian shouldn't have ended up with who he ended up with, but I was curious to see what would happen to a unique storyline based on the scandalous blood whores (thus there will be lemons!). Enjoy
Blood Whore
Stella's POV:
There I was again sitting on the curb craving that high I would feel after a fresh bite from pearly white fangs. They were gods in my eyes, even if they treated me like I was less than dirt. They were gods in my eyes even if they beat me, bruised me, abused me, and refused me the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the entire world . . . for those same gods to drink my blood.
"Moroi." I whispered to myself as I began to feel tears slide down my face, I touched my neck and I felt the bandage wrapped around it. I closed my bloodshot hazel eyes feeling my dark auburn hair become damp, my peached skin become moist and my chest feeling heavier every passing second. Then nothing.
"Stella, wake up." I felt ice water hit me as I sprung up.
"What?" I looked around, shielding myself as I felt my whole body shake, I could feel the ice water being soaked into my clothes and regretted the fact I never liked wearing bras. I felt my nipples harden as goose bumps rose atop my skin. I turned to see him staring at me, I looked down and realized I was wearing my thin white night shirt and no underwear.
"Nikolai, not now, please." I begged him as he swallowed hard and yanked my shirt from me, barely allowing me to become wet before entering me, I felt the world spin as his teeth sank into my skin as I moaned loudly. He completed his final thrust and I rode out my orgasm, I saw stars all around me as I felt myself smiling. When I was finally back to my normal self, I put my shirt back on and sat up.
"So, how many appointments do I have?" I looked over at Nikolai as he turned his chair around and put out his cigar.
"Twenty, but it's still early." His dark graying hair was greased back, his pale skin glowing under the light, and his lustful brown eyes looked at me curiously, he straightened out his expensive suit as he lit another cigar. He was the man in charge, the boss of this entire professional organization of blood whores in Palm Springs. He came across this resort about thirty years ago, hired a few masseuses and was surprised at how well it was doing, thus he expanded, adding in a spa with some male blood whores so that the female Moroi goddesses weren't left out. Of course he didn't just let any Moroi in, only those who could afford it, usually the very rich Moroi's along with some royals. Every blood whore here is a damphir, but unlike other damphirs who were brought up to be noble guardians, we were not taught to fight or to defend ourselves. We all ended up becoming ensnared by Nikolai's charm, his charisma and the money, oh the money. He'd spoil us rotten, make us believe we were treasures in this palace, until we got hooked; those sharp fangs piercing our virgin skin while he made our bodies feel amazing, we would live off that high, and had barely enough money to survive.
"Alright, let me shower and have some coffee." I sighed as I walked away, luckily my room wasn't too far from his; he liked to keep an eye on us and I was his favorite (lucky me).