AN: Warning: Rape/non-con

Chapter Two

The servant led her to a certain door, large and detailed, with intricate carvings in the wood of a single tree in a garden. He knocked, hearing silent permission to enter, at least it seemed that way to Annie. He opened the door for her but did not walk inside the King's Chambers himself, so she boldly stepped within.

Inside appeared lavish, but not filled with pointless frivolities like vases or jewels. Instead, various things concerned with science lay sprawled out, a microscope and old fashioned technology on his note filled desk. A globe stood near the window made of clockwork and copper. There was a large grandfather clock, and a map of the kingdom on a large table. The King was nowhere to be seen, but the balcony doors lay open, white curtains stirring from the breeze. Annie glanced back at the servant, realising he'd left and closed the door. Frowning, she looked towards the balcony. This melodramatic son of a bitch.

Stepping toward it, she mentally assessed the room for things to use as weapons, should the need arise.

Karl Heinz peered through a telescope on the balcony. He leaned away to jot down some notes, before adjusting the lens. When he finally straightened and set his gaze upon her, his presence fully washed over the human girl. He had beautifully calm, kind eyes. The simple waistcoat and white sleeved shirt disarming. She'd been expecting dark capes and blood, not poet shirts. His features were even pleasant to stare at, but looking at him directly for too long almost hurt, as if there was something wrong in his flawless beauty and calm demeanour. He gestured to the telescope, silver ribbons of hair sliding over his shoulder.

"Would you like to see?" He asked, a velvet timbre to his voice. The whole persona shook her and Annie averted her eyes to the telescope.

"Sure," she said carefully, lulled by his presence, somehow. Her anger and fear from moments earlier were forgotten as she stepped towards the device, replaced with a hazy, muddied confusion.

"What are you doing exactly?"

Karl gestured to the telescope gracefully. "Our stars are different to what you're used to in the human world. The stars, comets and changing moons affect vampires in amazingly drastic, varying ways. It's important to record any changes. Right now, there's a comet passing overhead," he murmured, tone amiable and pleasant. Annie blinked and lean down to peer through. As he'd said, a ball of blazing blue light could be seen, flickers of purple arching in the comet's descent.

"Oh, wow," she breathed, looking for a solid minute before popping back up. "Effect vampires how?" She tucked shaking hands behind her back. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get angry.

Karl Heinz gathered his notes. "Increase in aggressive behaviour, blood lust, physical lust, or the other end of the spectrum; Intense apathy, sluggishness to the point of not wanting to feed, and tiredness," he said, not worried in the least about telling her this. "I'm sorry. We've been talking so long and I don't know your name." He stopped, looking at her with kind, gold eyes.

Annie blinked up at him. "You called me here without knowing who I am?" She asked quietly, not understanding how he could be so aloof. Someone who kept his wife locked up, and a group of girls to play with. She cocked her head slightly, "I'm Annabeth. You...you're the king, yeah?"

Karl Heinz took his notes into the bedroom, opening a drawer and putting them inside. "Yes, I suppose I am," he muttered, as unconcerned with it. He looked at her as she followed him in. "Judging by your hair and voice...you most likely visited Japan as an exchange student, yes? That's how you came to be in this position. You're from Canada, I assume."

"I was supposed to be an exchange student," she frowned now. While still plenty docile, something about his persona has slipped, and the gears of pleasant haze slipped a touch. "This... doesn't seem like much of an exchange, though. And... I don't really want to be here," she said slowly, as though assuring herself.

Karl hummed and moved to the bed, gesturing for her to sit. "Would you like a drink, or food?" He asked.

Annie blinked. He isn't acting anywhere near how I expected him to. She sat on the edge of the bed, a good bit away. It would feel awkward to refuse. "No, not really. Can you explain why I'm here, though?"

Karl Heinz shifted, pouring himself some wine and holding the goblet, as if just wanting to hold something. His eyes change slightly to reveal the depth of his age. "I trust you heard my wife in the tower on your way here?" He took a sip. "I love her...and does pain me to detain her, even if at times it's for her own good. She can do a lot of damage as a vampiress." He chuckled.

"You didn't answer my question," Annie muttered. Her hands curl on her lap again, control starting to strain just a little.

"Not at all, I've answered it. I can't touch my wife, not as a husband should. It distresses her. So, I keep the company of other women." He then grasped her chin and turned her face to the side, looking at the bruises on her neck. "Who did that to you, by the way?" He asked quietly. Annie shrank back, freeing her chin.

"One of the guards," she muttered. "Okay, so you gotta get laid, I get it. But I'm sure there's lots of people and vampires and crap that actually wanna do this. I don't. This is really creepy."

Karl Heinz shifted, setting the goblet down. "You say that. But if I only took your blood, well...perhaps a demonstration is in order." He lifted her hand in his own gloved one. "I'll only take some blood. Don't fret," His voice became lulling as he leaned down to kiss the delicate skin of her wrist. His lips, much like his presence, send butterflies humming pleasantly over her flesh. He bites down in a rush, hot breath collapsing onto her skin until she can feel the warm wet sensation of his open mouth.

Annie gasped, a very strange feeling spreading over her. A warm, yet somewhat needy buzz crept up her arm from the bite, flowing down her body. It left a growing urge for something in its wake. Even still, Annie shook her head violently and tried to tug her wrist back, whimpering.

"Th-this is wrong. I don't like it," she whispered, even as her skin flushed pink.

Karl Heinz smiled slightly, tucking a stray lock of fiery hair back behind her ear. "Don't fear it. I'm sure you've felt that sensation before, even if you are…untouched." He chuckled, a deep rumble of sound. "Did you know…the church provided us with you. You were offered to a random vampire house and would've lived out your days as a slave. But one of my servants happened to step in. He asked me whether to give you a place here, and I did so, without even knowing your name." He explained, tone velvet soft.

Her life had just been left up to chance? A whim? Full lips press together. "I just want to go home," she said quietly. "I have, like... stuff I want to do that doesn't involve being a plaything for you. No offense." Annie stood from the bed, not liking his touching and closeness.

"You'll find your prospects woefully low if you attempt to leave the castle, my dear." He warned, taking a leisurely sip of his drink instead. Ancient gold slid to her. "Stay. I can provide you with whatever materials you want to learn. Unlike my other kind, I do very much enjoy humans. I like to learn about them and their quirks. It's one of the very few joys left to me." He looked her over, reading her slowly.

"Is that a threat? If I leave, what's gonna happen?"

Karl finished his wine, setting it down and standing. Taking off his gloves revealed slightly sharp nails. "I imagine you'll be caught and then circulated back into the slavery ring."

Annie took a step back, eyes narrowing as the calm spell over her cracked and splintered. "This is fucking messed up," she growled hoarsely, paling yet again. "You... you shouldn't be fucking doing this."

Karl lifted a shoulder, silver hair sliding over it, falling like waves. "In case you have not noticed, my dear, you're not in your world anymore. You're in mine. We might look like humans but make no mistake, we're not."

Fear, anger and loathing flood in all at once. Annie glanced towards the door, judging her chances if she sprinted right fucking now. "Then put me back in mine," she growled, bursting into a run.

Karl appeared right behind her, his hand sliding easily into her hair despite her speed- grasping it tight. Annie cried out, feeling herself be yanked, her head tugged back to bare her throat.

"I don't cater to your demands," he sank sharp fangs into her neck. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her close. The sinuous lines of their bodies met, hips rocking gently.

Annie screamed as that damned feeling spread again, more intensely than before. She tried squirming for a moment, realizing it only hurt more. Letting out a soft whimper of frustration, blue eyes squeezed shut.

Karl drank, blood sliding down his throat. A pale hand slowly slid down the valley of her breasts, touching over her clothing, and yet her skin seemed to ache for his. He proved this by sliding his hand further south, straying down to her bare thigh. Hitching the soft white material up to touch her feverish bare skin, he provoked embers in his wake.

Shivering, she squeezed her thighs together for several purposes. It helped quell the growing feeling between her legs, as well as stopped him from being able to touch. "St...op..." she whimpered, feeling powerless to resist.

Karl dragged sharp nails up her thigh, before prying his hand between her legs and under her panties, touching her clit. Removing his fangs from her neck, he licked the bloodied skin, kissing her jaw.

"Shhh…why resist?" He soothed quietly, rubbing her clit harder and causing her to whimper loudly as her body trembled from his touch. It couldn't be normal, the needy, wanting feeling.

"I-I don't want t-to... th-this is wrong!" She breathed, but it came out as a mewl.

Karl felt her arousal and chuckled, letting go of her hair to turn her head, kissing her lips.

Her first kiss.

The tears building were trapped behind a wall of pleasure.

He dragged down her panties and rubbed her carefully, alternating between hard and soft touches. Annie gasped against his mouth. This isn't good. I'm already close, and this isn't something I want!

His control wavered and Annie's hand snapped out- grabbing at his hand, prying her nails in. "S-stop!" She screamed, turning her face away. Karl tutted and tugged her dress down to bare the creamy untouched flesh of shoulder, biting her again to infuse his natural Suggestion into her. He continued rubbing, but harder in punishment. His own arousal became clear against her backside. Cupping one of her breasts, he massaged the flesh.

The haze swept in again and Annie's eyes widened upon feeling the foreign hardness. A dark blush flushed her cheeks as she let out a small moan.

Karl doesn't have it in him to be romantic with her, that wasn't what he was there for. Besides, he didn't need to worship her body. His touch did it for him. He removed his fingers from her sex just as she got close and freed his length. Her dress was then yanked down- falling to the floor. Grabbing her by her hair, a quick, sharp movement shoved her upper body down to the bed, legs spread and ass perked.

Annie's cheek thumped into the covers. He rubbed himself against her sex, grabbing her wrists and holding them behind her to no doubt stop her struggling while his hips push forward.

Annie screamed when he entered her, struggling violently despite the incredible feeling spreading throughout her sex.

"NO!" She shrieked, writhing underneath him. Her sex felt impossibly tight around him. Karl grunted as he forced himself inside to the hilt. Pushing past the tight feeling of her resistance, he started to thrust quickly. Her struggles only made him thrust in a circular motion that caused him hit a certain spot inside her. He grit his teeth, groaning as he bucked roughly, sharp nails sinking into her wrists.

"You're entirely- gn…the same as the rest of your species. Fall into sin. Hah- it's what you're suited for."

Groaning, Annie buried her face in the bed to stifle herself. Her shoulders ached from the awkward angle at which he held her arms, her struggling slowing. Her sex quiverd around him, eyes fully hazing.

Karl adjusted her arms while bucking inside her, using his grip on her wrists to tug her body back into his slightly each time. He began to move rougher, biting into the nape of her neck to stifle himself. The movements became erratic, hard and frantic. Soon his cock throbbed inside her. Annie screamed again, the noise blurring into a moan as she came hard, sex squeezing him tightly.

Karl finished inside her with a low, drawn out groan, panting quietly. Blind completion went along with blood sucking for him each time. They'd become so linked that it was like a natural part of feeding. His body registered the pleasure even as no part of it touched him emotionally.

Shame reddened Annie's cheeks. I…I didn't want to fucking do that.

Burying her face in the bed again, she groaned quietly, panting.

He pulled out of her with treacle immediacy. Annie whimpered, hating that she wanted him to stay inside- squeezing her eyes shut. Once he was out, the way her body felt changed completely. Rather than warm and sensual, disgust washed in like a cold tide. She felt used, and very much so in need of a bath.

Karl adjusted his clothes, straightening. "A bath has been drawn in the room adjoining this one to the right. Once you're ready, you can bathe at your leisure. Once you're done, a servant will lead you back to the fifth floor."

Trembling a bit and slowly picking herself up, Annie turned around to glare at him slightly fearfully. "I-I need one of those pills," she muttered thickly. "The morning after things. You didn't fucking pull out," she choked.

The Vampire King sighed and reached out, stroking a hand down her thigh. She flinched. "My dear, you're in the world of the night. Magic resides here. There's plenty of spells to prevent that. Don't fret."

Annie recoiled and grabbed her dress from the floor, pressing it to her front as she staggered unsteadily toward the bathroom door.

"I'm fucking fretting," she growled. My legs don't feel right.

Karl smiled slightly with dusty amusement and turned away, disappearing to leave her to her own devices.

Getting into the bath, Annie scrubbed herself. Thoroughly. She used nearly every soap that was lined up, meticulously cleaning herself until her skin was rubbed red raw by the sponge. Trying to pry his seed from her sex, she shuddered with disgust.

She felt dirty, and completely used.