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Trigger Warnings: Violence/Torture...


Victoria picks at the dry blood between her fingernails, silence her constant companion between the white walls of her prison. Tired eyes inspect her hands intently, bags and thin cheekbones making her look gauntly in the bright white lights. The gash on her temple made by Emma's gun has remarkably healed, she thinks it must be the mutant vampire thing in her blood.

Last night her dreams had been plagued by horrific images, she envisioned the beast within taring her family apart and she hadn't been able to sleep after that. It doesn't help that her senses have suddenly heightened, smells have become stronger, her vision now piercing the darkness and able to see the slight line of dirt occupying the bed in the other cell. Her hearing sometimes has her clamping hands over her ears at the whispers and voices that she knows aren't just outside her cell block.

The Queens voice also seems to reach out at times, shes not sure if the woman is doing it intentionally or that shes going crazy. Her stomach hasn't stopped churning, a sick feeling bubbling at the blood consumed the previous day. It makes her disgusted and scared at the fact she drank blood. The smoky taste makes her shiver, the fact she enjoyed it reminds her of a drug addict taking heroine, she would have sucked the woman dry if she hadn't been stopped. Her mind circles what shes become, what they want her to be..Archdemon. What does it mean? And can she really accept the Queen and beast that constantly want to tare her mind apart.

There's a heavy clang but Victoria doesn't bother getting to her feet as Emma paces in with a bowl of blood. Its cast into her cell, splashes spilling over the sides and running across the floor. Blue eyes glance at the dish before sliding back to her bloody fingernails.

"Replenish!" Victoria remains silent as the blond approaches the bars threateningly.."You didn't replenish this morning, the Queen commands you eat, Now!"

"I'm not hungry."

"Nevertheless, you'll eat!"

"I said I'm not hungry!" The bars to her cell slide open and Victoria scurries away from the advancing blond. Shes dragged onto her back, Emma quickly pinning her arms by her sides and sitting firmly on her stomach.."Get the fuck off!"

Emma clamps a hand on her face, grabbing the bowl and squeezing gauntly white cheeks. Victoria's protesting mouth is opened, body struggling under the vampires weight as blood is tipped down her throat. She splutters, trying to wrench her face free of the woman's grasp but is forced to consume the copper liquid. Her taste buds explode, blood vibrating in her veins and she screams through her coughs at the searing pain in her skull.."Sto...Sto..Stop!.."

Victoria's body convulses, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull and quickly Emma stops force feeding her. Victoria struggles to breathe, her gurgled cries filling the block as her head slams unintentionally against the concrete. Emma quickly grabs her head, keeping it steady as her writhing arms break free and shes sick. Her head is quickly tilted, a mass of blood and black ooze projected from her throat and tainting the white floor.

Emma stares bewildered, slowly climbing off the girl and exiting the cell with bars sliding back into place. With one last backwards glance at the sobbing mess, the blond quickly takes her leave.

Anguished tears slide down Victoria's cheeks, her face pressed against cold stone and arms hugging her burning body profusely. Her stomach's on fire, the pain in her skull almost unbearable before finally her body relents and shes pulled under by darkness...


"Wake up!"

Bloodshot blue eyes slide open, blood and black ooze by Victoria's head making her stomach churn at the sickly tinge snaking up her nostrils.

"You've been summoned, get up!"

With a grunt, Victoria pushes herself up with shaky arms but is suddenly lifted by strong hands. Her anger flares at being manhandled so she snatches her arms free and heads willingly towards the exit. Emma raises a curious eyebrow, waving her guard off and leading the slowly pacing girl down the halls..

After staggering most of the way around the marble halls, Imposing metal doors swing open, an array of large standing candlesticks alighting the edges of the room and two decorative and expensive crystal chandeliers hanging from above. Ancient looking swords and paintings hang on the walls, a large long oak table stretching across the center of the hall with a dozen high back chairs poised around it.

Victoria inhales deeply, her stomach grumbling gleefully at the array of fine smelling foods cluttering the table. Blue eyes quickly lock onto the Queen sat primly at the head of the oak, a crystal glass filled with blood sitting comfortably in her palm and dark brown eyes staring intently. Victoria's lead forward, the guard spreading amongst the room before shes forced into the chair at the other end of the table by Emma's rough hand.

The blond steps back, bowing her head and stands vigilant over Victoria's shoulder. An uncomfortable silence descends, blue eyes occasionally stealing a glimpse of the plump turkey, beef joint and gammon steaks not far from the plate set in front of her.

"How are you feeling?"

Victoria frowns deeply, battered lips curling and quickly she casts angry blue eyes elsewhere. When silence is the Queens only answer, Emma steps forward aggrieved.."Answer pure blood!"

"I feel like crap okay! Like my insides have been ripped out and stuffed back in all wrong! Happy now?!" Her anger resonates within the walls, eyes still not meeting the curious Queen head on.

"It seems that your new body is still adjusting. Perhaps further studies will enlighten me as to why you reject blood so easily but still crave human food. Now eat."

"Sorry but the whole talk about torturing me again has put me off eating!" Angry blue eyes glare at the royal a moment before refocusing on a large hanging tapestry on the wall. She feels the Queen try to wriggle her way into her mind and cant help her anger flaring. A fist slams against the table, knocking priceless silverware to the floor and Emma quickly pulls her gun.."Get, out!"

The Queen sighs, laying her glass on the table and pulling from the girls mind.."You must learn to curb you anger, it will only cause you pain and suffering."

"Pain and suffering caused by your hand!"

The regal woman rises from her seat, gliding towards the frustrated girl and slides a hand atop bloodied dark hair. Victoria launches from her seat, away from the woman as if scolded and the Queen swiftly hinders Emma from jumping into action.

"You're still in pain?"

"Don't touch me!"

"Your incident earlier, its confused you?"

"Confused?! Of course I'm confused! You get Blondie to force blood down my throat and then suddenly throw me a banquet?! You..Your impossible! You think I'll just suddenly know everything about fucking vampires when you've barely told me a thing! And when I ask, you get her to beat the shit out of me! I don't even know why this metal thing is on me! You never even gave the curtsy of telling me that! And you keep saying I'm not a slave but I'm beaten, forced into pledging myself to a fucking vampire and then dragged here like some dog on a leash!"

The Queen frowns, slowly rounding the chair that separates them.."Your confusion is understandable, but like I have said time and time again, once you have submitted, all will become clear."

Victoria slaps a crystal glass from the table and paces away frustrated.."Submitted! Do you know how two faced you sound?! Fuck you! I've had it, had enough of your bullshit rules! I'll end things myself even if I have to carve my own heart out!" She whirls, rushing to the table and grabs a silver steak knife. In a flash the Queen is wrenching the weapon from her hand and she snarls, her face cracking and distorting. Furious brown eyes glare back, cheekbones morphing as both bodies hiss and snap at one another.

But then something happens that stops Victoria's anger dead, the royals face continues to reshape, her body growing taller and more slender. Bones break away and branch out like spiders legs, claws ripping through fingers and toes. Horrified blue eyes bulge, Victoria's face receding back to normal and she staggers away from the looming creature. Serrated teeth snap at her, the ten foot slenderman figure prowling forward and shrieking furiously.

Emma and her guard quickly get to one knee at their Queens true form as Victoria stumbles onto her backside and pulls at her inner demon. Fear keeps the beast at bay as a claw swipes at her. She rolls from its path but quickly the spiked bones branching from the Queen stab through her palms, keeping her rooted to the marble. She screams painfully, the Queen slowly leaning on top and Victoria leans away from daunting white eyes as four inch serrated teeth inch closer to her face.

"Heed me! If you were not useful I would have already accepted your challenge and ripped you limb from limb!"

"Th..Then do it.." The Queen hisses viciously, speckles of spit coating the side of Victoria's face as she lets out a cry.

"I will not warn you again! You will respect me polovičná krv or I will make your death last centuries! You will do as your Queen commands! You will forget about your moronic notion of returning home and you will submit so our real work can begin! I have had enough of your insolence, learn your place špina! Am I understood?!"

Victoria's heart is in her throat, silent tears gently rolling to the marble floor as she tries to control her erratic breathing. A large gritty palm suddenly lands over her face, claws digging into the back of her skull as glassy blue eyes are forced to focus on the Queens terrifying features. She cries out, the pressure on her skull increasing with each passing second and for a second, she thinks her head will pop like and egg under the crushing hold. Glassy eyes stare through the gaps between powerful fingers but fearfully clamp shut when white fangs slowly open with a hiss.."Under..Understood.." She whimpers when claws cut that little bit further into her scalp.

"Understood, what?!"

Victoria registers the painful warning and finally admits defeat. With tears still streaming down her cheeks, she lets out a downhearted sigh.."..Majesty..." Her defeated whisper has claws retracting from her skull and bones sliding from between her palms. The Queen gently slides a palm over her face, wiping at the channel of tears and running a thumb over battered lips.

"The first step is always the hardest. Everything else will now fall into place.."

Victoria's glassy eyes slide open, one pigmented red and bloodshot as the hand gently slides from her face and the Queen stands tall.

A few moments later, the Queens back to her normal self and dark brown eyes stare as a slender hand beckons the girl to her feet. With a grunt, Victoria pushes herself up, careful not to put much pressure on the bleeding holes punctured through her palms. With a sway shes finally on her feet, her torn hands cradled and eyes downcast.

"Sit mláďa and eat.."

The gentle tone doesn't phase her but Victoria finds herself obeying, sliding into her seat and carefully picking up the fork she knocked to the marble floor earlier. The Queen sits back in her seat observing, watching as Victoria slowly slips a piece of meat into her mouth. Broken blue eyes remain downcast, the slither of meat turning to ash in her mouth and she suppresses a grimace.

"The silver band you wear, its purpose is to dampen your transfiguration. After dinner you will attend a training session with Emma to help control your anger. Once you have mastered the emotion, the collar will be removed and we can move forward. Is that sufficient information?"

"..Yes.."

The piteous mummer has the Queen nodding.."Very well. Eat, you will need your strength." The royal rises from the table elegantly, stepping alongside the reserved girl and runs the back of her gentle hand against Victoria's cheek.

Victoria flinches, pulling away slightly and forcing a new wave of tears back. The cold limb only lingers a second longer before the Queen proudly makes her exit. The trembling in her hands continues to send shock waves up her arms as she delicately tries to grip the sliver fork in a bloody hand. In the end, the silverware clatters to the porcelain plate and Victoria picks at the meat like a mouse. Whatever would enter her mouth would only turn to ash, the repugnant foods grating down her throat but filling her sickening belly somewhat. After managing half a plate, a firm hand grips her shoulder.

"Dinner is over!"

Not wanting to get her ass kicked anymore, Victoria concedes and allows the blond to drag her from the room..


Victoria's pushed through a steel door and her curiosity piques.

"Keep moving!"

Emma roughly shoves her towards the large steel circular cage in the center of the room. Victoria watches as two vampires fight brutally within the ring and outside, a dozen fight with sparing partners. Blades, batons and training weapons are displayed on the back wall where opposite, a firing range is set up with a wide selection of guns.

"Upozornenie!"

The vampires around them quickly stand to attention, stopping what their doing and forming a line. Emma circles a fidgeting Victoria before grabbing a wooden baton from the wall rack.."At my Queens request I'm to train you to curb the tendency to disobey and become a giant pain in the ass!"

Victoria huffs aggrieved, eyes never leaving the pacing vampire.

"Also by the time I'm finished, your Queen wont be the only one you bow to."

"Fuck you Blondie!" The wooden pole strikes at her legs causing her to topple over and land roughly on the marble. A growl ripples from her throat, teeth grinding together as the wooden stick is pressed under her chin, lifting her head.

"What was that?"

Victoria slaps the weapon away.."Fuck you!" The baton slams against a bloodied hand and an audible crack is heard. She screams, her hand darting against her chest.

"Apologize pure blood!"

"Fuck Y.." The weapon again is swung against her arm and she cries out before her adrenaline suddenly spikes, driving her to her feet and her body crashes full force against the blond. Her unbroken hand collides with Emma's nose, her foot kicking the vampires leg and her face popping abnormally.

Emma recovers quickly, dodging another punch to the face and smashing her weapon into the girls ribs. A shuddering crack and agonizing scream rattles the cage in the center of the room. Victoria's body flops to the floor painfully.

"Apologize!"

Victoria growls, her haggard breaths releasing bloodied spit onto the black marble as her bloody hands wrap around her broken ribs. Another smash against her ribs has her scream echoing throughout the palace.

"Apologize to your higher now!"

Blood is coughed up staining the marble floor, Victoria's breaths very little and in short bursts. She lifts her head slightly and raises a trembling hand in a feeble attempt to protect herself when the wooden staff collides with her eye socket. Another crunch of bone has a gurgled cry pushing its way from her chest.

"I think I can do this for another hour before you black out!"

"Sss.." She tries to concentrate, the blood at the back of her throat and impaired vision making her think shes dying.."Ss..Sssorr..rrryy.."

Emma smiles down at the bloody heap.."Humans are weak creatures, minds easily bent and bodies easily broken. Today you've learnt a lesson in respect as well as anger.." The tip of the wooden staff pushes the trembling girls head to meet her smirk.."Don't forget it or next time I'll do at lot worse than a couple of broken bones!" She pushes Victoria's chin to one side and returns the weapon to the wall on the rack.."Take her back to her cell!"

Two guard quickly hoist the screaming body up and drag Victoria from the room..


2 Days Later:

Victoria stares into the darkness like its daylight, picking out nothing new in sight from the empty cell ahead. She hasn't spoken since Emma give her a beating two days ago. She hasn't had visits, she hasn't even been summoned by the Queen. She thinks maybe its because of how badly she was beaten. Her ribs are still incredibly bruised, her eye sealed shut by her cracked eye socket but the puncture wounds and her broken hand have all but healed. Her palms are still a little tender, knuckles fragile but remarkably her new anatomy has accelerated the healing process.

The cell block door opens and a figure clad in black sides two bowels through the bars and quickly leaves again. Victoria drags herself from the back of her cell, slowly reaching to pull the bowls closer and inspects the contents with her unsealed eye. She shifts with a whimper, leaning against the wall gently and dips a finger in the bowl of blood. After attacking the Queen shes felt a certain urge, something primal stirring in her blood. At first she just thought it was hunger, but the specific kind of hunger soon became apparent..blood.

Tentatively the shaking digit is slipped onto her tongue and immediately her taste buds ignite. She spits the burning liquid, wiping the remnants on her dirty white pajamas and slowly picks up the sandwich provided in the other bowl. After one bite, the bread turns to ash, her stomach churning violently and she spits the product into her palm. With a yearning whimper she tries the last of the food, a deep red apple. As soon as the apples juices trickle down her throat she gags, the apple segment dropping out of her mouth and landing in her lap.

There's no anger anymore, only sadness, a deep despair for everything that's happened. She slaps the bowls away, blood and food spreading across the bars and floor of her cell before shes slowly dragging herself back to her corner, holding her painful ribs and staring at the wall aimlessly.

Unknown to Victoria, a pair of dark brown eyes watch intently from the darkness. The sadness emanating from the girl resounds throughout the palace, almost like the calling of a wounded animal. Most would jump at the opportunity for the kill but something stops the monarch, something she found when she saw behind numerous closed doors in the girls mind. Her hand rises to cover a black bite mark on her neck, hidden by her extravagant jewelry.

Victoria's mind fogs, body weakening from exhaustion as her untainted eye slowly slips shut. Tears continue to spill even as the comfort of unconsciousness closes in. A gentle hand softly caresses her cheek and her mothers loving blue eyes flash in her mind.."..Night mum.."

Brown eyes soften, a weak smile gracing red lips as Victoria finally slips into a deep slumber..


"It should be executed!"

"It is a she George, and you're a fool to let such and opportunity slip through your fingers!"

George narrows his eyes.."It doesn't take sides Snow! No matter what we do to try and control it, the risk is too great! It may very well turn against its masters without a second thought!"

"She is not a slave, she has no master." The Queen adds passively.

"Then perhaps its time it does majesty. The creature is dangerous, just look at what it did to you. It fed off you directly! Such actions are met with treason!"

Midas nods at his fellow feisty councilman.."I agree, the girl was completely out of control.."

Snow grits her teeth.."You both sit here and claim to be innocent of such urges?! You had once indulged with a first, so don't disrespect her majesty by saying you didn't drain or kill the offering! The girl is a half breed, an Archdemon, her urges, even her anatomy is different to our own."

George sternly waves a hand and a skinny vampire rushes over, bare rags covering his body and metal bands clamped around his wrists and neck. The slave remains bowing as he fills the councilman's glass with thick blood and scurries back into the shadows.."It is unpredictable!"

The Queen cocks a curious eyebrow.."But she saved my life in her unpredictability. Humans are known to self sacrifice for meaningless causes, but I sense there is more to her actions."

"The girl was most likely saving herself a painful death by keeping you alive.." A flash of danger ignites in the Queens dark brown eyes and Midas bows his head.."Speaking with utmost respect of her majesty or course."

"The demon within the girl has laid dormant as of late. The information we gathered from the collar has revealed much."

The Queen refocuses on the council woman, taking a sip of her wine.."Go on.."

"Her rather explosive tendencies have flat lined within the last few days, most likely a direct influence of her training session with Emma. Her brain activity has also diminished, I think maybe her emotions are wavering."

Midas frowns.."And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means the creature is beginning to understand its place. We must relay our findings to the other clans, the facts prove we are in control of the beast and it'll help keep vicious rumors from spreading." George sneers.

"If shes settling, perhaps another lesson with your second is in order my Queen? We don't want the demon retaking control if the girls obedience wavers."

Snow nods, agreeing with Midas.."It could help in handling the girl your majesty, and when shes relaxed in her new environment, then she'll most likely accept submission more freely."

"The creature already pledged, the ceremony will proceed whether it is willing or not!" George snaps but dark eyes narrow.

"The ceremony will not give me what I need if the girl is resistant. She must be willing or we risk her going feral. Snow, you say her internal composition is different to ours, how?"

"Well her heart is slightly larger, processing further blood, her healing is in context to what shes indulging in, and the blood we give her is immediately rejected."

Midas strokes his goatee.."Forgive me but her majesty's blood was not rejected, why is that?"

Snow frowns.."The readings are inconclusive, but I summarize it has something to do with the permanent puncture marks on her throat and the unique protein marker in her blood. We're still analyzing samples but I've relayed a message to our clans in Mumbai and asked them to compare the girls blood to that of a wind eater."

George frowns further.."A wind eater?"

"They're known to feed on vampires, keeping only one host paralyzed and alive for decades. They're extremely rare but we have several in captivity for study purposes."

"You think there is a correlation of anatomy?"

"I'm not sure but I'll find out my Queen."

George frowns.."But if what you find turns out to be true, that means the beast can only feed on her majesty's blood."

"Not exactly, it seems in her demon form she can eat anything freely, and in human form concedes to tolerate appropriate meats."

Midas frowns.."We cant just initiate her transformations every time she needs to feed."

"We should just kill it and be done with this mess.."

"Enough George! The pure blood will not be executed by your hand or any other! The end of the war is in sight and we need to use everything at our disposal, that includes her!" Dark eyes narrow at the huffing councilman.

"At your command my Queen."

"Now what of Lycan attacks?"

Midas quickly speaks up.."The traitors who helped instigate the breech into the courtyard have been dealt with. The attack in the throne room was a rogue Lycan who escaped from the previous battle. Your second has already put in place new security measures and changed the guard at the walls to close combat elites."

"Until I issue otherwise Barthmont is closed to all diplomats and pledgelings. I will not have another incident within my walls, especially now the filthy vlkolaci know of the girls existence."

"Word from our spies say the girls awakening has the Lycan clans unnerved. They seem to be pulling together, maybe intending to attack?"

George scoffs.."Attacking Barthmont now would be suicide, even with an army of hundreds. My soldiers from England, Brazil, and Germany are rallying and will be within these walls by the end of the week. The demon will not stand a chance either if it breaks free from containment again."

The royal glides from her throne, nodding at her council.."George, put into action additional security measures. Snow, make sure you find a solution to the girls eating habits and Midas, I want regular updates on Lycan movements."

"Yes My Queen."

"Yes Majesty."

"Of course my Queen."

With another dip of her head, the Queen slides from the council chamber followed closely by several personal guard..