My Life's Story

Chapter 2- Forced

I woke up the next morning to my captor, whose name was Lucian, playing with my hair. I looked up at him in amazement as the sun shined on him. His pale skin seemed to glow, making him look angelic. He didn't look like the monster that he was, but maybe that was the point.

"What are you," I asked.

"What do you think," He replied.

"With the blood taking, I want to say vampire, but vampires don't exist."

"Yes they do," he practically growled.

"If that's true, then why aren't you a pile of dust right now," I mocked.

This guy was crazier than the woman who thought she was a fairy princess at the asylum. Her name was Angelica. She was actually really sweet once you got to know her. She thought we were her subjects and it was her job to protect us from the orderlies. She was their favorite because she would go with them willingly. I later found out that she actually knew what was going on and took it upon herself to try to keep the orderlies from picking on the rest of us. But she really did think she was a fairy princess, torn away from her family and turned into a human.

"What do you mean," he asked, pulling me out of my memories.

"Doesn't the sun kill vampires?"

"Yeah, and their skin is as cold as ice," he said, caressing my face with his warm hand. I gasped. "It just shows how ignorant humans are," he grumbled. He leaned over to kiss me, but I struggled and slapped him. "Oh Evie, you were being so good, why did you have to go and ruin it?"

"Talented I guess," I shot back.

"You won't go unpunished," he growled.

Lucian slapped me hard, causing my lip to bleed and my head to turn. Before I could react, he grabbed my face, squeezing my jaw hard enough to bruise. He leaned down and licked the blood off my lip, sucking on the wound.

I cringed as he started to kiss me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I tried to struggle, but he held me still. His kiss tasted sweet, like candy. His breath was hot on my lips. My body wanted to follow his lead and succumb to his wishes.

What the hell was I thinking? I knew it had been a while since I received any affection, but from him! He kidnapped me, took me against my will, to who knows what fate!

I had to play dirty. Kissing him back and wrapping my arms around his neck, I brought him down closer to me, kneeing him where it counted. Then I punched him in the nose to make sure he was preoccupied. I pushed him off of me and ran for it.

Unfortunately, he was fifty million times faster than I. His body tackled me before I even reached the door. He picked me up and threw me into the wall causing me to hit my head against the plaster. I saw stars: blue and pink, maybe even a little purple. I was ripped out of that thought when Lucian grabbed me and threw me to the floor. Too dazed to react, I fell with a dull thump.

He ripped my shirt off, "You are my slave, and it's time you acted like it."

"I am not a slave," I tried to scream, but it came out hoarse. If he wanted someone to lay here and take it, he should have gotten a prostitute.

He proceeded to take off my pants. I tried to kick him, but he only slapped me again, making my damaged head spin even more than it already was. He pulled down my underwear, grinning maliciously. I whimpered as he spread himself on top of me, his clothes already gone.

"Please don't," I pleaded. My eyes were tearing, but I refused to cry.

"Not so tough now, are we, Evie," He purred in my ear. He bit my neck, reopening the wound he left last night. "Your blood is so sweet, Evie, but not virgin sweet. Why do you conserve yourself?

I didn't answer, I could only whimper more. It was a rhetorical question anyway.

I gasped as he sheathed himself inside me. At first he was slow. Yeah, for the first five second, then he was merciless. The noise escaping my throat wasn't of pleasure, but whimpers of pain. This only seemed to excite Lucian.

I wasn't a virgin when my parents died. I know, I was young, but we were together for two years, I think that's long enough to make someone wait. I was surprised he even waited that long.

He left me after I beat the drunk driver to death. I can still see the look on his face when I showed up on his doorstep covered in blood. I guess he thought I would kill him too. Hey, maybe he would be next on my list after I killed Lucian. I can't believe they let me out of the asylum.

I didn't have relationships while in that hell hole and they weren't allowed. The orderlies had stopped harassing me after the incident when I was nineteen. That was three years ago, plenty of time for this to hurt again like it was my first.

After what seemed like forever and I thought I was going to pass out from the pain flooding through my body, he collapsed on top of me. Several minutes passed before he leaned up on his elbows, letting go of my hands. Tears stained my cheeks as I glared at the ceiling.

"Feel better," he asked.

"No," I said flatly.

"Well I do."

"I take it that's an accomplishment," I said sarcastically.

"Are you going to cooperate now, or do I have to punish you again," he asked caressing my breast. I just glared at him. "Don't be like that, Evie, or your next punishment will be worse."
My expression never changed. I didn't even blink.

Lucian laughed "Feisty as ever. Don't worry, that will change."

My expression, I believe, got even darker.

"Go get cleaned up, I'll get something out for you to wear."

I said nothing but stood up. You know when you sit up too fast, you see spots? Well this was kind of like that, but instead of just seeing spots, the room started to spin. The last thing I felt was my body hitting the floor.

*****Lucian*****

Just as the bitch was getting up, she passed out and hit the floor, stupid weak human. Her hair was spread around her like a curtain of black silk. Her pale skin looked pasty from the loss of blood. Her naked body lay limp against the floor, giving her the resemblance of a corpse. Her breathing was barely existent. The only indication that she would live was the steady, strong thrum of her heart beat.

Fortunately for her she was so beautiful that I couldn't just leave her. I picked her up and put her in the bed, tucking the blankets around her cold body.

I guess she wouldn't be meeting my brother tonight. He would be disappointed. He loves helping me break the spunky ones. For himself, he preferred the ones who break with nothing but a slap on the wrist. Maybe he was just too impatient. I liked them feisty, that way once broken, they were more dedicated to you.

The doorbell rang, bringing me out of my thoughts. I walked downstairs and answered the door, "Right on time, Marcus. How was the tour," I smiled and pulled my brother into a hug. He had been away for several years on a recruiting tour. With the war brewing, we needed all the support we could get.

"Went pretty well, better than you anticipated," he smiled looking around. "So where's this new pet you were ranting about last night," he asked.

"She won't be able to join us tonight."

"Why not," he looked disappointed.

"She passed out," I answered simply.

"How did she manage that," he asked suspiciously.

I just looked at him, and gave him a sly smile.

"Feisty I take it?"

"The worst I've had yet."

"This should be fun."

We ended our conversation as we entered the dining room.

"Who's this, Marcus," I asked gesturing to his pet that I've never seen before.

"Oh, this is Elaine, I got her about two years ago. She was so easy to break, weren't you sweetie," he said grabbing her ass. Leave it to Marcus to show off. The girl didn't even flinch, though I could tell she was horrified.

"Yes master," she said weakly. Pathetic human, I could break in her in half with just one hand.

Dinner went by fast. Yes vampires eat human food. It's not like we needed it, but it tastes so good and helps us blend in. We talked about what was new, what was old, and what has never changed. His pet sat on his lap while he fed her tidbits of food. At least I let mine actually sit in her own chair and feed herself, they weren't animals.

Eventually the subject turned to Evie. "So what's your new pet like," Marcus inquired.

"I've only had her a few days. Most of it she spent unconscious, but when she's awake, well, she's a complete handful."

"Ah, so you have your work cut out for you. How's she taste?"

"Sweetest blood I've tasted but there's a hint of something that I can't place."

"How was she?"

I smiled at the memory of her panting underneath me but didn't answer.

"What is it you can't place? I do not understand," he continued.

"I don't understand it myself. It's like something is in her blood, but I can't taste it well enough to indentify it. It's not tainted, but it's definitely not right. It reminds me of-"

"I thought you weren't talking about her anymore," Marcus interrupted me.

I sighed, "Evie is in serious need for some manors. When I went to get her, she held a knife against my throat and threatened to kill me."

Marcus laughed, "I guess you do have your hands full."

"Speaking of which, I should go check on her. I already had the servants clean your wing so you should be set," I left the dining room and went to check on Evie.

****Evie****

I woke up to something heavy lying on my chest. Opening, my ice blue eyes I saw a pair of sky blue ones staring back at me. It was a cat. It had long white hair with gray Siamese patterns. White whiskers stuck out of its cheeks that were slightly longer than its body was wide. It had to be a Siamese mix, probably part Persian maybe even Himalayan.

Wait a minute, why the hell would a supposed vampire have a cat? Don't animals hate the undead? It didn't matter, the cat was too cute to ignore.

I was happily petting my new found friend, well he found me, when Lucian walked in. Jerk, just had to ruin the moment. Why was I not surprised?

"Ah, I see you've met Luciver," he said, "You should be grateful, he hates most people. In fact, you're the only other person I've seen him lay on."

"So what's your point," I asked sarcastically.

"How are you feeling," he changed the subject. Apparently he didn't have one.

"Great, fine, and flipping dandy. Can I go home now?"

He laughed. What a jerk. "You know you can't go home, Evie. Why do you ask such stupid questions?"

"Why do you give such stupid answers," I snapped.

"Oh, you poor thing," he mocked, "let me rephrase that; why do you ask questions to which you already know the answers?"

Okay Professor Xavier. "False hope," I replied blandly.

"You don't want to get that, it'll drive you crazy."

"I already am crazy."

"How do you get that?"

The court papers that say I'm legally insane. "I'm hallucinating, either that, or I'm dreaming."

"How do you get that?" What is this, twenty questions?

"Well, I had a semi-normal life, and now I've been kidnapped by a creature that was made up to scare little kids to be his slave until I die," I finished my short rant.

He said nothing but instead he pinched my arm.

"Ouch, what the hell was that for," I grumbled.

"Now that you've felt pain, we know you're not dreaming," he mocked.

"I've always felt pain in my dreams," I countered.

He laughed again, and sat down next to me. I tried to inch away, but the headboard was blocking my escape. "Evie, face it, you're not dreaming."

"Just leave me with my delusions, damn it!"

"Awe, where's the fun in that?"

"There isn't any."

"Oh Evie, don't be like that."

He stripped down to his boxers and got in the bed. I got up on the opposite side. "Where are you going," he asked in warning.

I just looked at him, and then realized that I was still naked. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around me in a pathetic attempt to hide my merits.

"Can I take a shower," I asked sweetly.

"What a wonderful idea," he said getting up, leading me into the bathroom.

It was very modern, with a huge sink and counter area. It also had cubby-holes that held the towels. On either side of the mirror were two fancy lamp light fixtures. The counter top was gray marble and the wood to the cabinet was white. The floor was black tile. The walls were also white that matched the cabinets. The shower had glass doors instead of a curtain.

"What are you doing," I asked slowly.

"Joining you," he replied easily.

"Um, no," I countered in the same slow tone.

"You don't have a choice, now take off that blanket."

"I'm not showering with you," I complained hugging the fabric tighter to my body.

He said nothing, but ripped the blanket out of my grasp and threw it onto the floor. I squeaked in shock, and at the sudden rush of cold air touching my skin.

"Now that your naked, get in," he said taking off his boxers. I looked away. "It's not like I haven't seen you before," he bent over kissing the top of my breasts. I shuddered and got in the shower just to get away from him.

The hot water felt good on my cold skin. Closing my eyes, I let the warmth engulf my frigid body. I was so entranced that I didn't notice him get in with me. Turning around to find shampoo, he was standing right in front of me. Startled, I screamed and jumped back, causing my feet to slip out from underneath me. What impeccable timing for my clumsiness. Why didn't he have a rubber mat in here?

Lucian tried to stop me from falling, but ended up going down with me. I thought vampires were supposed to be graceful. I think he just let us fall. At least he stopped me from hitting my head - again. Just my luck he landed on top of me causing the breath to rush out of my body. How could this get any worse? Lucian started kissing my neck close to where he previously bit me. Well that's one way.

"If you wanted me on top of you, you could have just asked instead of hurting yourself again," He purred in my ear.

"I don't want you on top of me. Please get off." Give me a metal, I said please.

"Awe, why aren't you any fun, Evie?"

"Because I'm plotting your death," I snapped.

"I already died."

"Then I must have succeeded earlier than planned, now get off," I said trying to push him.

He laughed, but got off of me, reaching down to help me up. I ignored him and got up by myself. As soon as I stood up, I realized that we were both naked, together, in the shower. I glanced at him, to not make it too obvious that I was checking him out. Hey I'm female, what did you expect?

His shoulder length hair was dark brown, and wet. Well duh, we were in the shower. He was about six foot tall, which was way more than my tiny five foot, three inches. I hated being so short. His body was toned and muscular, not quite Vin Diesel, but pretty close. His eyes were dark, almost black. They were very fierce and intimidating. His skin was paler than mine, and with me, a piece of paper looked tan. My mom used to joke with me and ask me if I wanted to be a vampire. I always told her that if I drank blood, I would miss out on her cooking. She was an awesome cook. Look how that turned out.

I was broken from my thoughts when Lucian grabbed my arm, "Your hair is rinsed, now let me have the water." I glared at him and moved - stupid water hog. "In a few days, I'm having guests over and you will be on your best behavior," Lucian said, watching me wash my body. I just glared at him. "Well," he said.

"Yes," I answered.

"'Yes, master,'" he corrected. "You will always call me 'master', understand?"

No way in hell was I calling him master. "Yes monster." He set himself up for that one.

He looked at me for a second and then slapped me, making my head turn. I slowly turned it back. If looks could kill, he would have been obliterated. In fact, I would be well known for killing people. You could call me pre-Medusa (instead of pre-Madonna). Instead of turning into stone, my victims would turn to ash.

I willed him to die with my death glare. But then again, if you want things done right, you do them yourself. I attacked, jumping at him like a monkey into a tree, wrapping my hands around his throat like they would the trunk. Well at least I tried. He caught me before I could do any damage to either of us and slammed me into the shower wall.

"Do I have to teach you another lesson," he hissed.

"Why bother? I never learned from the first one," I said sarcastically.

I'm way too stubborn for my own good. It always got me into trouble, especially with my mother. She used to say I was too much like my father. I would always ask her why I didn't have a penis. My mom would get mad, but my dad would laugh and insist she lessened my punishment. Oh how I missed them. Anyway, back to my dilemma of being pinned, naked, to a cold wall. I started to squirm.

"Hold still," he hissed.

"Why? So it will make it easier for you to hurt me?"

"Yes."

"You have more of a chance at getting a tan."

"Hold still," he growled, his tone rough.

"I refuse to make this easy for you. You're going to have to fucking make me!"

I got mad. It took a lot for me to get mad. I was always told that I had the patience of a saint. But when I get mad, it was like Bruce Banner turning into the Incredible Hulk.

I lashed out at Lucian, trying to gouge those scary eyes out. I kicked, scratched, punched, and even tried to bite him anywhere and everywhere I could, screaming at the top of my lungs the whole time. Like I said, I was trying.

He flipped me onto the shaggy bathroom rug. I had no idea when he got the shower door open. He let go of one of my hands to slap me. I took the opportunity to punch him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. I know, cheap, but effective.

With him distracted for the moment, I got up and ran out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, and toward the door. I didn't care if I was naked; I was getting the hell out of here.

Again, he tackled me before I could touch the door knob. Stupid vampires, why did they have to be so fast? He picked me up and threw me clear across the room into the wall. And why the hell did they have to be so strong?

As he approached me, I could see his eyes turning red. Oh, I had pissed him off. I would have congratulated myself, but at that moment I was more scared than I was on the day that my parents had died. He picked me up again and threw me back toward the door I tried to escape out of. I thought I broke my back as it hit the doorknob. Well, I definitely heard a crunch. I fell to the floor motionless, numb. I couldn't even cry, though I wanted to. It felt like I was going to pass out. Dark splotches invaded my vision.

"You try to escape again, Evie, I will kill you," he said calmly, but I could hear the anger in his tone.

"Then do it now, and save me the trouble," I finally found my voice, "Death is better than being with you."

He roughly approached me and leaned over me. He reached out and moved my head, exposing my already beat up neck. I whimpered in pain as he reopened my wounds. I just lay there, not making a sound as he drained my body of its precious life source.

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