His Brother's Keeper 2
Author's Notes: Now normally I don't like these sorts of chapters, that are less than a thousand words but for one reason or another this chapter seems to fit with this story for the moment at least, chances are the chapters will get longer as we go along. Anyways, see you next chapter and I may or may not start going into more rape details, though for the readers if I do you will find the unedited version on luna. Well, see you next chapter.

Esther the Queen of Albion, although she very much doubted that title would do her any good now, did not know why the blonde Crusnik had had her taken her from her Albionan palace and brought her to the Rosenkreuz hide out. After all there was nothing he could gain by having her here since he had been joined with his brother so what would he gain from her since he can't use her for bait? But here she was in his bed of all places, she never expected him to be a sexual being, learning far more about Cain's anatomy then she would have liked. It was hard enough to picture Abel that way let alone the blonde Crusnik. She shifted in the bed and turned slightly to stare at the male behind her, frowning when she saw that while the bruises he had given her were still decorating her skin like butterflies his own bruises from her had long healed up. She had known that has queen chances are she would have had to marry and sleep with someone she didn't love or even like for the good of her people.

The one thing she did not see coming, not that she saw herself being held captive by him, was the fact that she would wind up bedding the man that murdered her dearest friend and someone who she had childishly wished would be the keeper of her heart, though the, dead?, man still held her heart. But all that changed when Abel had died,?, and she had mourned, she still did mourn him actually.

She slipped slowly from the large bed, being careful and praying that she would not wake him and risk another encounter like the one from a few hours ago, well the night before rectified Esther, glancing out the window and seeing that it was passed midnight. She padded softly across the wooden floor of the room and stared at her reflection in the large vanity mirror. The light provided by the moons outside gave her plenty of light to examine her reflection and think about the events that had happened since she had woken up in this hell hole. Her pale body, while it did not lack in scars from her previous job and life in general, was covered in bruises and bite marks, the most prominent being the holes his fangs had made. She turned slightly and lifted her arm to examine the star shaped birth mark on her side he had seemed to be very much interested in that mark evidenced by the fang marks that decorated it.

From the moment she had woken up he had kissed and caressed her neck as if they were lovers and despite her protests, not to mention her violent thrashing, had peeled her nightgown from her body his mouth, teeth, and tongue following the trail of her nightgown. Once he had removed the garment the next few hours had been filled with pain, blood, and tears. She closed her eyes against the memories.

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She was struggling against his hold on her hips her nails digging into his shoulders to distract him so that she could kick him off. But it seemed that no matter how much she kicked and struggled he wouldn't let her go and he kept biting into her side, where her birthmark was.

"Get off me!" she shrieked grabbing at his blonde hair, this only seemed to amuse her captor as he chuckled softly and nipped at her hips.

Cain pulled away a bit and she took the opportunity to kick out at the man, aiming her foot for his nose hoping it would connect and give her the chance to escape. Of course, she had no idea what she would do then.

"Tell me Esther," smiled Cain. "Are you hoping to escape once you get away from me? But then where would you escape to after all you have no idea where we are. Besides there is the small matter of Dietrich being in the base and his obsession with you, it would be most unfortunate should something happen to you. Abel is after all very, very fond of you and I would hate for him to get upset if something horrid were to happen to you at the hands of the boy. Now be a good little girl and play with me."

Esther closed her eyes and whimpered when he sank his teeth into the fragile skin of her breast as he joined their bodies into one.

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The blonde male had alternated between being rough and being gentle almost as if he and Abel had been having a fight for control of the body, if Abel was even aware of what was going on, while he was raping her. She wondered if Abel was still partially aware of what was going on and if he was could she reach him to get him to help her escape and perhaps even come with her.

"Miss Esther?" whispered an achingly familiar voice, interrupting her from her thoughts.

Esther gasped in surprise and joy, overjoyed that Abel had somehow managed to take over his brother's body and they could end this dreadful nightmare before it got well underway. Smiling brightly she spun around, forgetting in her joy that she was naked, and froze her smile slowly fading and horror replacing the joy in her eyes. There on the bed was indeed Abel, but it wasn't her Abel, it was his kind eyes but they were staring out at her from Cain's face and his voice was coming from Cain's mouth. It would seem that her nightmare was far from over.

"I am sorry Miss Esther," Abel whispered, softly, rising from the bed slowly and coming over to stand before her not caring that they were both nude. "So very, very sorry."

Esther had never wanted to weep as much as she did at that moment.