WARNING ! below there are contents that are M rated. If you are easily offended, please do not read. There is a potential rape scene. My apologies if the 'scene' is less than perfect, my first time at writing one.
* Hope the conversation between the 2 goons didn't sound too corny. Again, nothing belongs to me. My muse likes to play.
Chapter 9
Listening to Jorge, Feruza feverishly thrashed about trying to get free but no avail as the car doors were centrally locked and short of superhuman effort, there was no way of untying her hands.
Pietr had left the car to take a smoke in the woods with the express intention of avoiding the whole affair with Jorge. Frankly both Vampires scared the hell out of him and even as he conceded to Jorge; he realized he had bitten off more than he could chew. Too late to back out now.
What Jorge lacked in brain cells, he excelled in looks and sheer brawn. He had seen the 'girl' and wondered about her, any attempt at inquiring about her had met with a stone wall. One could see that she was of great importance to the Original. He wished he knew for what, it was killing him not knowing. Of course he had been amazed to see the Original coming out of the girl's room and her less than fully clad. He had shrugged thinking who was he to question the Original's taste. Perhaps she was his blood bag?
She braced herself, ready to kick as she heard Jorge exit from the front seat. She would fight tooth and nail to the end. The rear door opened, a grinning Jorge, unzipped and unbuckled trousers literally in readiness. He had guessed that Feruza was a fighter; a girl ready to brave unknown territory on her own wasn't a milksop.
WARNING, WARNING, M RATED CONTENT BELOW
He grabbed her foot before she could kick him, twisting it till he heard a crack. He loomed over Feruza, hitting her face to knock her out. His hands roamed over her chest, easing her jacket off and sliding the tank top down. What a prude, she still wore a bra he grumbled as he worked his way down to her jeans. It was worth it, his lust overwhelming him as he removed the final obstacle to his great need.
His mouth latched onto to her breast, leaving a string of bite marks on both breasts. Feruza had awakened by now and was twisting her head as she struggled which only increased Jorge's fervor. He bit into her inner thighs, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he heard her whimpers.
Feruza lifted her head, her eyes nearly bulging out Jorge forcibly spread her legs apart, she was still a virgin, what was her crime that she had to lose it in such a brutal way. He had readied himself, his elongated manhood positioned to force its way into her when Feruza saw a hand rip though the front of Jorge's chest holding his heart. She turned her head cringing as Jorge fell on her, his dead eyes seemingly peeled on her.
In a split-second, Jorge's body was lifted off her, instead she saw Elijah's worried eyes looking into hers as he removed the tape from her mouth. She shut her eyes in shame as he lifted her and wrapped his jacket around her. Her throat sore, sobbing as tears streamed down her face, her ankle was in excruciating pain; there were numerous bite marks over her most intimate parts and Elijah had seen it all.
End of M rated scene
Even as she felt herself being cradled his chest, she turned her head hiding her face in his shirt. He held her close, whispering comforting words in her mother tongue. He laid her down in the backseat of a car, a very plush one.
He bit into his wrist securing it against Feruza's lips.
Elijah
"Please drink my precious Fiza, my blood will heal you swiftly. It will ease your pain".
The bitter, iron taste of his blood tasted awful in her mouth but she felt the instantaneous healing of all her wounds except her ankle of course. Her body maybe healing but the pure terror induced by what happened earlier had not left her. She felt incapable of speaking, she couldn't stop crying and her body still shivered in fear.
Elijah's kind ministrations only added to her shame and indignity as she tried to curl herself up and hide from his gaze.
Elijah
"Fiza, everything will be alright, I will take care of you. I won't let anyone hurt you again. You have nothing to be ashamed of Fiza."
She could hear the desperation in Elijah's voice as he tried to comfort her. He gently held her face.
Elijah
"Look at me Fiza, yes look at me; I want you to close your eyes and sleep."
Marta's efficiency was normally unquestionable. However what she assumed had been an open and shut case was her undoing. She had expected her role to end upon delivery of package 'Feruza'. Instead the Original had tasked her with babysitting the doppelganger whilst he gallivanted to who knows where.
Stupid doppelganger had escaped, causing a whirlwind of chaos and rather than lie; she had confessed to Elijah when he had called. The Original was not known for his leniency when it came to loss of loyalty or betrayal.
Marta rarely feared anything, she being a vampire of 500 years give or take a few but one had to be idiotic, insane or plain reckless not to be wary of the Originals. Elijah had hung up on her as soon as he heard that Feruza had escaped. The stupid girl couldn't have gone far, she had never travelled out of her village in her life. Consoling herself with that thought, she had sent her 2 minions Jorge and Pietr to find her.
Her nervousness grew as she waited pacing the floor, she should have looked for her. Finally she saw the high-beam lights of Elijah's Mercedes as it pulled into the driveway. She rushed out as she saw Elijah carefully lift Feruza from his car. Her last thought was how did that twit hurt herself.
She called out to him only to be shocked as he bared his fangs at her.
