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I do not condone rape, abuse, murder, drugs, illegal usage of guns, or torture. Please do not do anything stated in this story and other stories written. Thank you.)
BANG!
The entry doors of St. Mary's Hospital swing open as paramedics wheel in a pregnant female. She's deathly pale, spewing founts of blood from a savagely slashed throat --
A Shock-Trauma Team swarms over her, inserting a vacutainer into an artery to draw blood, wrapping a blood pressure cuff around her arm.
"She's not breathing!"
"Incubate her!"
"Blood-pressure's forty and falling --"
"Jesus, her water's broken—"
"She's going into uterine contractions -"
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Badlands…
The Weasley Coven was holding a revel. Idiots. Resistance groups are everywhere and they hold parties?
So thought Tempest, the Daywalker. He enjoyed a revel every now and again, when he got bored with Leonidas. The old man just wouldn't give up. he had a score to deal with the vampires, he understood that, but there had to be times where one had to relax.
Like now
The revels were always based in heavy underground bunkers over from the 2nd uprising. Scotland was free once more, along with Ireland, but Wales and England were still vampire controlled. Beside the badland ghettos, where the resistance groups fought, attempting to gain numbers and liberate their brethren. Harry laughed at them, they were gnats and nothing more, their numbers more useful if they left for the Scottish or Irish Liberation Armies. Though by protecting Leonidas, that did make him a hypocrite.
Harry Evans, or more commonly known as Tempest was the Daywalker, and the only one in existence. When the Vampire covens wanted to move against a rival, they hired him. In exchange for his services, he controlled an entire bunker, with his own generator, as well as UV lighting along with other things. Besides Leonidas, a few resistance fighters who came and went, allowing them refuge at the behest of Leonidas.
His mission here was simple, and his target acquired. The guards placed at the entrance didn't stop him. Either he was on the hunt or his services had been acquired. They could always look for another boss, and it wasn't like they could take him on.
Moving past the dancing and writhing vampires, he saw his target, a red headed vampire, seemingly out of place, wearing a Sunday white dress, looking at the vampire revel around her. He got to her side, tapping at her shoulder, saying "Ginevra Weasley?"
The girl, who was quite unattractive in his opinion, turned and smiled. "yes gorgeous?" she purred, leaning into him. It took all Harry had not to vomit, despise all of her brother's attempts to keep their sister pure, a ridiculous notion considering she was a vampire, he was going to take her tonight, and then break her, just his orders said.
He took her hand, going to one of the empty rooms reserved for those who wanted to do other things than dance. Humans of all ages were there, to slate the hedonist needs of the vampires. All part of Matriarch Weasley's attempt to add more vampires to her forces, as she played the Great Game.
Ah, The Great Game; since the takeover of human nations world wide, with human sympathizers, nations and organisations like EU and the USSR crumbled, leaving Vampire Houses to take over. Beneath these Vampire Houses were the Covens, each one attempting to better their position and stature. The Vampire Houses controlled the National Police, made up of human familiars, designed to police the ghettos, and provide entertainment for the vampire Houses. The Covens however, provided some sort of service or another. Gems, weapons, and blood were the 3 staples of vampire society. Being famed for providing the best of these was what kept the society going. Right now, it was Severus Snape who was the main provider of these, owning and controlling the best clubs. The Weasley Coven was branching out, and soon enough would have been a major threat. The death of Arthur Weasley, Patriarch of Weasley Coven, had not deterred her, so the brutal death of her only daughter would do the trick.
He entered the room, specifically designed to be soundproof, and lockable from the inside, allowing for complete privacy. The window was closed, and the bitch had her back turned, probably giggling about her first time.
She turned around, and was rewarded with a slap to the face. She bared her fangs in anger, before flinching at the silver knife at her throat. He gave her the chains and the manacles he had hidden in his overcoat, and told her to chain herself on the bed. She complied, edging away from the knife as she did so. Once she was chained and he had looked at them to make sure she didn't mess with them, he began. He whispered in her ear, "this is why your family shouldn't mess with Severus Snape". Her eyes widened in fear, understanding of her fate.
He tore off her dress, looking at what she wore underneath it. "My My, not so innocent as your brothers would want you to be, eh ickle Gin-Gin?". She was wearing crotch-less panties, and a silk sports bra. He ripped those off, and began to play with her A-cup breasts. He twisted her nipples and pulled roughly on her breasts, causing her to begin screaming in agony. "Not even half-way through, Gin-Gin" muttered Tempest. He went to the cupboard, where he found a nine-o-tails, a dildo with barbs on it, and finally a branding iron. "Easy to find, easy to make, and easy to use" mused Tempest.
He took them out, scaring the wits out of the Weasley bint, and laid them on the table "Time for those later" he moved over her, utterly repulsed by what he was going to do. She looked like a man for godsakes! What sacrifices he had to do. He kept thinking about the brunette he shagged a while back, tight little thing she was, and soon enough his dick began to harden.
He stuck his dick in her sex, pounding in fast and rough; the bitch was a virgin it seemed, because blood began leaking freely. He ignored it, anything that came out of that bitch would taste good. He held his hands around her waist, bruising her flesh with his strong hands. When he was finished with her from the front, he brutally punched her in the face, telling her to stay still. He removed the chains, and flipped her body over, penetrating her ass. She laid motionless, hoping that he would use her and leave her alive. It was a foolish hope, because when he was done, he held the nine-o-tails, and began whipping her within an inch of her life.
After an hour, she resembled a factory sliced up cow than a vampire. Tempest got dressed and left the room, leaving a note. He walked out the entrance, fully aware that the silver nitrate poured into the ventilation system was going to kill over 43 percent of every single vamp in there.
Mission Complete.