My Life's Story
Chapter 7 - The Effect of Alcohol
****Evie****
I sat in the empty, green chair. Luck for me, it was furthest away from the group and closest to the door. I was ever closer to the only escape route in this room; unless I wanted to jump three stories to the garden below.
As I studied the girls, I noticed that in a way they all looked the same. Their skin was pale and pasty. It didn't matter their eye color because the irises were dull; a shell of the vibrancy of what they once held. Dark circles stained the surrounding skin as if they no longer slept. I also noticed that they were young, none of them older than I. One or two had to be under the age of sixteen. Though everybody was well dressed, the contrast against their broken bodies made them look like paupers.
"Well what are your names," I asked after a few minutes of silence.
"I'm Victoria," Said a blond. She had hazel eyes, a stick-thin figure, and was about four inches taller than me.
"I'm Heather," said a chubby brunette. She was slightly shorter than what's her face.
"I'm Sammie," Said another blonde. Her hair was platinum. "It's short for Samantha," She spoke wisely. Obviously she was an idiot.
"I'm Sara," said another girl, she looked to be only fourteen.
I didn't care to hear the rest of their names. My eyes were locked onto Sara. She looked vaguely familiar, only my memory said she would be older. Her hazel eyes seemed to look at me in recognition but were desperately trying to hide it.
"Do you have an older sister," I asked suddenly, interrupting somebody from speaking.
"No," she said too quickly. She was lying. I knew I had known her from somewhere, but I couldn't place it.
"You have to, you look just like-"
"I don't have a sister," she said harshly, interrupting my sentence. Her eyes pleaded with me to drop it.
"I'm sorry, you just reminded me of somebody I knew," I said. She did have a sister and she was in the asylum with me. It's amazing how small the world is.
"Wow, your master must be very kind to let you have alcohol," one of the idiots said, interrupting my train of thought.
"Yeah, he is. It is so kind of him to kidnap me, beat me, and rape me many times. And I, being twenty-two, could have been at the bar getting hammered off of something better that cheap wine. But he is such a kind person that I would never end his life if given the opportunity," I slurred sarcastically, and finished the rest of the bottle. I was pretty drunk, but still not enough. I didn't even want to know who I was. I wanted to have to hold onto the ground to keep from falling off the earth.
"How dare you talk about your master that way, he could kill you," Another girl said.
"He's not my master, and he would be doing the whole world a favor," I said through gritted teeth.
It took all my strength not to smash her face in. But no, she drew the line and then crossed it. That stupid bitch had the balls to slap me. Oh it was on now. I was on her like a lion on a gazelle. I punched her repeatedly in the face, not caring that I was probably breaking my hand on her bones. The other girls tried to pull me away, but I was too strong for them. Stupid, weak, no brain whores.
My hands were a bloody mess. I wasn't sure if it was her blood, or if it was mine. It was probably a mixture of the two. The girl never had the chance to hit me after I had started romping on her. She lay underneath my tiny frame. She was bigger than me, but not by much.
The blood on her face was streaked with tears as she screamed for help. My mind was trying to get my body to stop, but I had too much pent up rage and I was taking it all out on this poor girl who didn't deserve it. My eyes kept seeing all my problems on the bloody face in front of me and my hands moved to get rid of them.
I felt someone grab me by my hair and throw me into the wall. I hit the plaster with a loud thump. As I looked up, I saw Lucian stalking toward me, leaving the others to care for the bloody mass of the girl. He lifted me to my feet, but kept me firmly between the wall and his body.
Now, I have to say, alcohol has the same affect on me as sliver did on vampires. The second Lucian had me pinned, I was extremely turned on. It didn't matter that I hated him.
"What happened, Evie," He asked in his scary voice. He knew I wouldn't hit somebody unless they deserved it. He also knew that this was overkill.
I wasn't scared, it actually turned me on even more, "She started it, the stupid bitch slapped me," I slurred, subtlety rubbing my breasts against his chest.
"So, you broke her nose," he asked, strenuously ignoring my breasts.
"And her jaw," I added.
Lucian shook his head, "Are you asking to be punished?"
I looked at him devilishly, "Yes," I ground my hips into his.
He pushed me into the wall harder, trying to intimidate me. Of course, it only fueled my fire. "What's gotten into you," he asked.
"I told you, you'd like me when I was drunk."
I wrapped my legs around him and supported my weight between him and the wall. I kissed him roughly and hungrily. He returned the kiss with just as much vigor. He lifted me off the wall, carrying me.
"Wake the nurses, they'll care for the girl," he said to his friends. One of them held her bloody body in their arms while glaring at me.
"What are you doing with that one," he asked Lucian.
"She'll get her punishment," Lucian answered.
"Before or after she ravages you? She should be killed after what she did to my Rachel," the same man bellowed.
"I will do what I see fit," Lucian spoke in his scary voice. It seemed to have an effect on the others as well; they all took a scared step away from the annoyed vampire, "There is always a reason for Evie to attack somebody no matter how minute. She already told me that it was your precious Rachel who struck first. Look at the hand print." He removed my head from attempting to leave a hickey on his neck and showed the man my cheek where a bright red handprint scored my flesh.
"All Rachel does is slap her, and she does this," Rachel's apparent master asked in shock holding out the battered body of his "pet."
"I have to admit that it was exorbitant, but Evie has only been here for a short while and has had a hard time adjusting. I'm sorry that my pet has taken out her frustrations on yours. I will make sure it doesn't happen again. Marcus is waking the nurses if you bring her to the infirmary, then she will be cared for," Lucian abruptly left the room so no further comments could be made against me.
When we finally got to his room, he laid me on the bed. I almost ripped his shirt as I tore it from his body. His lips met mine as I returned his hungry embrace. His hands worked to quickly remove the dress that I wore, but ended up tearing the fabric with his strength.
"Why did you hurt that poor girl Evie," Lucian asked, taking away the taste of candy.
"She said some things that made me mad, and then she had the audacity to hit me. I just lost it. I didn't mean to hit her so much, but I couldn't stop," I answered, pulling him into another hungry kiss.
"Evie, you can't go around beating every person that makes you mad into a pulp," Lucian reprimanded.
"I know I can't. Some of them are a lot stronger than me. Why do you think you're still alive," I asked. My voice was still slurred from the alcohol.
I went to pull him down again, but he grabbed my hand, "It's broken," he spoke.
"It doesn't hurt yet," I countered.
"'Yet' is the key word. You drank way too much, Evie."
"Alcoholic," I reminded then pulled him back down.
Lucian once again pulled away, taking with him the sweet candy kisses that I enjoyed at the moment. His eyes bore into mine, unspeaking. I tried to pull him back down, but he held still. It was like I wasn't even pulling on him with all of my drunken strength.
"What," I asked.
"I'm trying to figure out a suitable punishment."
"You could always deny me, seeing as this is what I want." Why couldn't a drunk ever keep their mouth shut?
"No, you're too willing. There's no way in hell that I would pass up this opportunity."
Lucian returned to kissing me, his hands roaming my body. A soft moan escaped my lips as his fingers expertly teased my skin. His tongue danced with mine, making the taste of candy fill my mouth. I could feel the corners of his lips perk up at my soft noises.
He pulled away again, leaving my body still on the bed. His dark eyes stared down at me in hunger while my ice blues looked back in ecstasy.
"Why did you stop," I asked.
Lucian smiled back at me, revealing sharp canines. He pounced back on me, his body now completely naked. I didn't even notice when he had removed his clothes. I felt my hands being moved to wrap themselves around his shoulders. I would have done it eventually on my own if he had just given me the opportunity instead of playing hard to get.
I gasped as my body was penetrated by his. My nails dug into his flesh but healed within seconds. I barely felt his teeth tearing the healed wounds on my neck as he sucked the blood out of my veins. It only added to my euphoria and sent me hurdling over the edge.
"Lu," I slurred adorning the black silk robe he bought for me.
"What, Evie? Can't we just go to bed," Lucian groaned.
"I'm hungry." Alcohol did one other thing along with making me outrageously horny; it made me outrageously hungry.
"Evie, I'm tired, can't you wait until morning?"
"No, I'm hungry now. I won't be able to sleep," I whined.
"Fine, go make yourself something, but don't take too long. You're being timed."
"How long do I have?"
"When I decide that you've been gone long enough I'll let you know, so don't take forever."
I smiled at him, and stumbled my way into the kitchen. I used to get home from the bar and make myself eggs. I have probably couldn't make them sober but they were good while I was drunk. Then again, just about everything tasted good while drunk.
"What are you doing down here," a voice broke my concentrated toast dunking into the yolk.
"Eating breakfast, would you like some," I asked. I loved to cook, who cares who it was for.
"No, I would like to know why you're still alive," The voice answered. I had yet to look up at him, to intent on my eggs.
"Sometimes I ask the same thing, but Lucian never gives me a straight answer. And before he kidnapped me, well I just have no idea how I made it," I retorted. Well it was true. After my parents died, I kept trying to get myself killed. I couldn't even accomplish doing it myself.
I finally looked up at him to show that I actually wasn't being sarcastic. It was the same being that held the girl that I had pummeled in his arms. He had wanted me dead after I hurt his precious "pet." He glared down at me with light brown eyes that held a hint of red.
"Lucian should have killed you on the spot for doing that to another being," he hissed.
I glared up at him. "I'm sure you've done far worse. Why haven't you been destroyed yet?"
The man slapped me hard across the face, "In your world, if a dog bites another they are put to sleep. But if a person hits a dog then it is alright."
"I am not a dog," I retorted.
"No, but you are on the same level as one."
"I didn't mean to hurt her so bad," I admitted.
"The entire side of her face is broken, even her nose. You should have the same thing done to you," the man bellowed.
He raised his hand to hit me, but another stopped him. I looked over to see Marcus glaring at his comrade, "You would find it in your best interest to leave my brother's pet alone, Ryan," he growled.
"What she did to Rachel can't go unpunished!"
"It won't. I'm sure Lucian will punish her once he thinks of something suitable. Obviously forcing her body didn't work as it usually does, because it's what she wanted. And her being so drunk makes her not feel much. Look at her hand," He lifted my broken hand. It was swollen and bruised. "It's clearly broken and yet she's using it. Which is making it worse, by the way," he added to me. "She's not registering the pain. I hate the fact that Lucian is being so lenient with her as well, but it's his choice. Now leave her be."
"You're right Marcus, but he better do something with her if he's not going to kill her."
I was annoyed at the fact that they were talking about my beating and death like it was a walk in the park. What was it with these creatures and brutality? This wasn't the dark ages. People didn't have their hands cut off for stealing a loaf of bread. Well, at least outside of third world countries.
"I will make sure something is done. How is she by the way?"
"Her bones were so broken that it just wasn't worth it. I had them euthanize her," Ryan answered.
It took me several seconds for my intoxicated brain to comprehend what he had said, "Wait a minute. Her bones were broken, so you killed her? What the hell is wrong with you people?" By now I was shouting. I couldn't believe that they killed her because of a few broken bones that would heal.
"This is your fault, so I don't see why you care," Ryan bellowed.
"I only wanted to hit her a few times to teach her a lesson. Not kill her," I shouted back.
"You will watch your tongue, or I will cut it out," Ryan hit me hard, sending me flying into the cupboards.
Pots and pans fell off the shelves, landing in a heap on top of my body. The impact had made me hit my head so hard that the doors opened and the innards spilled out. The angry vampire pounced on me again, throwing me into another set of cupboards. Marcus had tried to stop him, but he was thrown into a different direction.
Glass plates shattered around me, cutting my skin. Some shards dug deep, sticking into my flesh. My blood quickly pooled around me from all the wounds covering my body.
"If Lucian won't punish you, then I will," Ryan spoke in a deadly tone.
He lifted me up by my throat, letting me hang off the ground. My air supply was completely cut off from my lungs. I couldn't even breathe out the carbon dioxide that was now poisoning my bloodstream.
The spots dotted my vision as it became dark. I felt my body drop to the ground in a crumpled heap. The last thing I heard was Lucian's voice talking to his friend in a deadly calm before I succumbed to the emptiness of my mind.
****Lucian****
After Evie left the room in search of another meal, I thought about ways of punishing her for her crimes against Ryan's pet. In our society, even murder wasn't punishable by anything. It seemed barbaric, but it was a necessary rule.
Of course as with all rules, there were stipulations. The said murder had to be provoked and couldn't be for just any reason. Then again reasons could vary to something as simple as the murderer just didn't like the victim. There were loopholes to the loopholes. I know Lucifer didn't make these rules, but whoever did should have been killed on sight.
Though Evie didn't kill the other girl, she still needed to be shown that she couldn't go around beating other people. It was a lesson she should have already known. Her species has stricter rules in those matters and she was well old enough to know them.
I was beginning to fall asleep when I realized that Evie has been gone for much longer than I deemed necessary. Was she cooking a banquet or something? Knowing her, I wouldn't have been surprised if she had.
As I donned my robe to exit the room, I heard faint crashes of pots and pans falling to the floor. I sped up my pace to quickly see what was happening in the kitchen. Did Evie fall off of a stool or something? The sound of ceramic smashing on the floor filled my ears. At the same time, the scent of blood polluted the air. It was Evie's blood, and lots of it.
I flew into the kitchen past Marcus, who was embarrassingly thrown into the wall. Ryan was holding a battered Evie by her throat, clearly strangling her. My body lashed out on instinct, ripping Ryan's arm from his body. Evie fell to the floor, while Ryan turned to glare at me. He picked up his arm and held it in place while it healed.
"I told you I would deal with her," I growled at him.
"Rachel is dead, Lucian, I had to put her down," Ryan retorted.
"I'm sure there was something we could have done. You just didn't want to wait for her to heal," I snapped back.
"Your pet needs to be punished for her crimes! What the hell happened to you, Lucian? You would have killed anybody else on the spot!"
"She isn't anybody else," I bellowed, "Look at her, Ryan. Who does she look like? After all these years, I've finally found her."
Ryan looked at me in realization, "It's not her, Lucian. She's dead."
"I know, but look at Evie. It's almost like she's back."
"Now I know why you protect her so much," Ryan answered defeated, "She's not back, Lucian. She's not coming back. You need to move on."
"Just-" I sighed, scooping up the person of our discussion. Her body hung limp in my arms. "I know. I'm sorry about the loss of your pet. I will pay to have her replaced."
"Lucian, it's not replacing her that I'm worried about," Ryan said softly, "It's you."
He left me stunned in the kitchen. Marcus had witnessed the whole thing, but said nothing. He put his hand on my shoulder in a brotherly embrace and silently went back to bed. I wasn't sure if it was a good thing that other creatures, besides my brother, worried about me.
I watched Evie's limp body as I carried her back to my room. She was going to hurt in the morning, and I couldn't give her any of my mother's tea while she was unconscious. There was another way for her to heal and she wasn't going to like it, though she was too far gone to feel anything anyway.
I stripped her body of its clothes and lay it gently in the warm water of the tub. I swear she's spent more time here battered and unconscious that anybody else I've met. Even more than-
This wasn't the time to think about her right now. I had to get Evie better.
A crunch echoed in my ears as I bit my finger and tried to work as much blood out of it as I could before it healed. I forced the drops into Evie's mouth so it could be absorbed into her system. It was going to hurt for a few minutes, but it would heal her wounds and broken bones. When she woke up, she wouldn't even remember the pain.
I washed the blood out of her hair while my own took its effect in her veins. Her body tensed at the pain, but she was too sedated from the alcohol to really feel anything. Her body's movements were from her muscles reacting to the supper fast healing that my blood provided.
Once her body was through healing, I dressed her in lingerie that I loved to see her in, and tucked her next to me in the bed.
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