Unsealed
Summary: As a punishment for rebuffing his advances, Michael Morningstar seals her in the crypt of his undead rival, leaving her to die, but Kevin Levin has plans for revenge, and he's more than willing to use her to get it.
Alone
"Michael! What are you doing, let go of me!" Gwen struggled, his grip was inhuman. She tried to use her Anodite powers, but found to her horror that she couldn't. She hit him across the face, drawing blood. He struck her hard, she hit the ground. He straddled her, smirking.
"Not that I wouldn't enjoy forcing you to fuck me, but you'd just run to the police, I think I'll kill you and not a quick, merciful death either. I know just what I'll do, the last person who defied me, I left him to die, so I'll do the same to you."
Suddenly, Gwen was pulled to her feet by some of Michael's friends, they kept her secured and shoved a gag into her mouth.
"At least you'll give me something else before you go," Michael smirked. He bit the side of her neck, drinking greedily as Gwen screamed in pain and terror. He wasn't stopping, and that's what terrified her more than anything, he was going to drain her, like something out of a horror movie.
"Don't worry, lovely Gwen, you won't die yet."
They dragged her down to a graveyard, towards a large crypt. They opened the crypt and threw her in.
"Michael! Michael, let me out!" Gwen tried to find a way to open the door. She then tried to claw at the bracelet Michael had given her; it somehow blocked her Anodite powers from working. She even tried to bite it in half, but nothing worked.
Gwen stumbled around in the dark.
"Ah!" she cried out, cutting herself on something sharp as she felt it slice into her palm.
She climbed to her feet, felt around until she reached out and touched something cold and hard.
"A trapdoor?!" Maybe I can get out!" She pushed against the rough stone, she heard it move and crash on the ground. She managed to pull herself up, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness.
"Nothing! Just a corpse!" Gwen groaned in despair. She slipped forward. The blood on her hand dripped down into the sarcophagus.
The blood dripped down, Kevin Levin's consciousness had been awake, waiting for a fool to unseal him. He could see that he was not alone, a woman was in his crypt, probably a curious fool, he would take advantage of this, a pity the girl would pay for her foolishness.
Suddenly, it appeared; a pair of red eyes.
It grabbed her, slamming her against a nearby wall, she cried out in pain and fright, she tried to fight it, but she couldn't see.
Kevin Levin didn't care about the subsiding screams of his victim; her blood was delicious, giving him strength. Such an exquisite taste.
"Stop! You're hurting me!" Gwen pleaded.
"Like I care!" he snarled.
"You're…going drain me aren't you?" Gwen asked.
"Yes, lovely girl, I'm going to drain you, at least your death won't be in vain, I'll have my revenge on Michael Morningstar soon, thanks to you."
She felt the fear overtake her, she was going to die here all alone, with no one to care for her, no one would miss her, Michael had kidnapped her, and she'd missed her flight back home.
"Hold me close, I don't want to be alone when I die!" the exclamation was sudden and unexpected.
Kevin felt his sense of whimsy, such a fascinating girl. He scooped her up and cradled her against him, opening his wide maw of a mouth and biting down on her shoulder; he wondered why he hadn't gone for her pretty throat.
Then the memories started, it always amused him to see the life of his victims as he drained them, he was expecting the life of a typical woman, cooking, cleaning, lovemaking, pregnancy, family, such was the life of many women he drained.
Instead, he saw many extraordinary things, the strangeness of the world that had passed him by, technology that confused and fascinated him, a road trip with her cousin and grandfather, battles with strange creatures and even knights that he recognized from his youth, she'd never been intimate with a man nor married, though he could sense she wanted such things.
He could see his hated rival Michael Morningstar, meeting her, wooing her, trying his hardest to seduce her, Kevin was amused, most women fell for his pathetic attempts at seduction.
He saw how Michael and his brutes attacked her, multiple drainings, she fought as hard as any man to keep them away, he could admire her bravery, but he was far more interested in her now that he learned that Michael wanted her as a trophy.
His thirst was not yet sated, he slammed her against the wall, unable to get enough of her sweet blood down his throat, he didn't care if he was hurting her, he needed to regain his strength. Suddenly, the wall collapsed, sending both of them sprawling out into the open air.
He could see the young woman's features fully. Soft red hair, green eyes, though they were hazy from weakness. She had a lovely body, perhaps he would be the one doing the seducing, but not while she was in this state. He was weak and in the form he had now, he could not fight Michael.
He berated himself for being careless; he'd almost lost not only a source of nourishment, but a lovely prize as well. He pondered just draining her and throwing her corpse on Michael's doorstep, but he couldn't savor that, it'd be a terrible thing to waste such exquisite blood.
Gwen gazed in horror at her attacker, he was old, decrepit, gray haired, and balding, part of her wanted to laugh that this was Michael's great rival, but she knew he'd probably kill her, and she was too weak for that.
She was still startled that he had been able to overpower her though. Surely she could have kicked an old vampire's ass, but Michael's drainings had left her weak and her powers were cut off.
"Just...kill me already," Gwen whispered.
"No lovely girl, if Michael wants you as a prize, I'll happily steal you from him."
"I'm not a toy you can play with!" she managed to snap.
"Fiery personality to go with your hair," Kevin smirked. "Tell me your name."
"Gwen," she whispered, was he honestly curious about her or did he intend to kill her?
"Well Gwen, I've decided to spare you life, after all, we have both been mistreated by Morningstar, and I highly doubt I'll have another source of food for some time, if you don't want to die, you'll come with me."
"So I am just can come with me and live or I will leave you here to die."
"What am I, a Happy Meal to you?" Gwen gasped. Kevin frowned, not understanding the term, but said nothing.
Gwen made her decision, "I'll come with you." Her survival was more important than the indignation of being a decrepit vampire's personal blood bag.
He was carrying her, bridal style through the gates of a castle she'd seen while with Michael Morningstar.
"Open the gates for your master!" Kevin ordered. The gates opened and he walked through, the castle became shrouded in fog.
He lay her in a bed after they entered the old, dreary castle, he had servants start a fire in the room, apparently fire did not affect vampires in the least.
Gwen shivered from the cold, she needed something warm, she could see him lean down to her; he bit her shoulder again, drinking more of her blood. At least she'd die in comfort, she smirked.
Gwen stared, startled, she could see the old man in the mirror, his gray hair began to grow until it turned black, his thin, malnourished body became younger and strong, strong hands gripped her shoulders, he pulled away.
He moved her body aside and pulled the sheets away, Gwen was horrified, did he expect to get laid out of gratitude after what he'd just done to her?! Instead, she was relieved as he pulled the blankets over her body.
"Rest lovely Gwen, once you recover, I'll be back for more."
"Who are you?" Gwen asked, she'd never even heard his name.
"Kevin, Kevin Levin," he replied, turning on his heel.
"You're all the same, cruel and heartless," Gwen whispered sadly.
"Your silly stories I see you read in your memories, do you really think we're romantic?"
"No, not anymore," Gwen turned away from him, she let herself cry, this was a horrible nightmare, one she just wanted to wake up from.
She hated his handsome face, it taunted, her, he'd be the sort of young man she would have liked under any other circumstances, but she could only look at him and see the same cruelty she'd seen in Michael Morningstar, and she just wanted to go back to America, back to Bellwood, her parents, her cousin, and home.
He could hear it crying, how obnoxious.
"She's crying you know," a voice spoke behind him.
"I know what it is, Argit, I've heard plenty of women cry."
"Master," his servant Argit looked at him. "She did save your life, if she hadn't opened your coffin and given you her blood, you wouldn't have returned."
"Like I owe the girl a thing!" Kevin snarled. "Still, she is beautiful, I can see why Michael wants her, she'll meet my needs, I haven't focked a woman in so long, she'll be grateful to me, begging me for pleasure, I'll have her on her knees, using her mouth for the only thing it's good for…" he chuckled at his lustful thoughts.
Gwen could hear his horrible innuendos, she knew what he wanted, she squeezed her eyes shut, she was truly alone here, she drifted off to a miserable sleep.
"Get up, Miss," a voice called to her. "Bathe and eat, the Master will see you after."
Gwen found herself surprised that this seemingly old castle had many modern conveniences, she supposed it was because of the servants, somehow time didn't move forward for them and they were able to obtain many modern conveniences, including bathtubs, electricity and laundry, as she noticed her clothes had been cleaned, although she could still see bloodstains on them.
She bathed quickly, hoping her captor wasn't voyeuristic, and dressed herself. She headed out, a servant directed her to the dining hall.
She was given some food, some fancy dish from one of those cooking shows, didn't care what it was, she ate with relish, she was starving.
"It's been a long time since I've seen someone eat real food, I've almost forgotten what it was like," Kevin observed.
Gwen flinched and her appetite instantly vanished. "I'm not hungry."
""Yes, you are, please don't let my presence ruin it, enjoy yourself, and the food."
"Chickens enjoy their food until they get their heads cut off and sent to Kentucky Fried Chicken too."
Kevin laughed, amused. Gwen was quick witted, intelligent and beautiful, perhaps he could still woo her into his arms and bed.
She watched his servants remove the plates and they departed. "Are they like you?"
"In a way, they are not full vampires, they can't turn others, but they are my servants."
"What happens now, Kevin?" Gwen asked, meeting his gaze, she wasn't going to let him intimidate her.
"I like the way you say my name," he murmured in her ear, "You know what happens next."
He hoisted her up onto the table so she was sitting, meeting him at eye level.
"Shut up, perv!" she glared.
Kevin growled in her ear, "I find you irresistible! In every way possible! Willingly give me your blood, and I promise this will be a pleasant experience."
"All the vampire fiction I've ever read says that bullshit! This has never been a "pleasant" experience."
"It's true lovely Gwen, it's very true, please consent to me, and give me your blood."
"In your dreams!" she snarled.
"I don't have to be gentle about this!" Kevin bit down hard, Gwen screamed, it hurt, it always hurt, she figured even if she did consent to willingly give him blood, it would probably still hurt.
His rough hands pinned her to the table, she struggled against him, crying for help, this wasn't like the movies where her mind just willingly gave in to him.
Kevin retracted his fangs, snarling at her.
"You ungrateful brat! I give you mercy, and this is how you repay me! Don't think I'll let you go, if you'd given me your consent, I'd be kind and gentle to you, I'd let you leave and go home to your family, but you ruined that chance. Now I'll keep you as a pet, I'll take your blood and your body, I'll leave you spent in your bed, moaning my name like the whore you are, but not yet, not until I've ripped out Michael's throat!"
Kevin let out a wicked laugh as he groped her clothed breasts; Gwen flinched and tried to shove away his hands.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you your first time, then I'll take you hard and fast, and fulfill my every fantasy about you. Every. Single. One. And I'll put you under a trance, so you can't fight me."
"Go to Hell, asshole!" Gwen spat back.
"Still got fire in you, I'll enjoy you even more, but that won't happen until tonight lovely Gwen." Kevin shoved her away.
He turned and left, he had more than enough strength, now he'd have his revenge, and reap the spoils of war.