An Immortal Kiss
Chapter 11
The group arrived at the brothel, familiar lights and music blaring into the evening sky. Over the parade of laughter, the faint moaning of frequent customers and employees came from the back suites. Even a few of these pairs decided to show their indecency and have nude fun on the bar or in the booths set up on the far side of the mingling/dance floor. Stephan and Jennavive scoffed at all this erotic anarchy while it made Lilith scowl with disgust.
Stephan turned to Jennavive and leaned in to whisper an undecipherable message. Whatever he said, it obviously had something to do with her leaving the three alone and taking the boys with her because she did just that. He gave her a teasing spank and let her leave, biting his tongue as if dirty thoughts were circling his mind. He looked to Lilith over his shoulder and made a gesture for her to follow him through the crowd. He made his way towards the stairs behind the stage disappearing behind the red velvet curtain that hid the backstage area and VIP lounge.
Lilith stopped to run her fingers over the familiar fabric, her memories of this stage still fresh in her mind. After a few moments of reminiscing, she resumed following Stephan and disappeared with her daughter. She saw Stephan's form fade into a room that was previously off limits for her and the other employees when she used to work here. A large rectangular plate was nailed onto the heavy wooden door, reading "Owner's Office". She hesitated for a few moments before pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside.
The room was dimly lit, several candles placed randomly around the room. Though there wasn't much light, what Lilith had the ability to see was far more gruesome than anything she'd ever witnessed before. A group of female vampires huddled around an intoxicated young man, flirting with him and tempting him to drink a bottle of liquor to the very bottom. They were naked, with the exception of a very revealing loin clot that seemed translucent against their pale white skin. Lustful hunger darkened their light eyes as they watched the helpless man willingly drink the last drop of alcohol, waiting for their moment to strike. Each vixen whispered "good boy" in a hypnotic unison as they began their erotic dance again, stripping the man bare and lying kisses on every tender piece of flesh. One of the girls went as far as to slide his shaft into her mouth, which forced him into an even weaker state. Once they had had enough fun toying with him, their kisses turned into intensely agonizing bites as they dug their elongated fangs into his veins. The man's state of alcohol poisoning was so severe that he could not even scream. Once the women finished with their young victim, their jowls painted crimson with his blood, they hoisted him up to chains strewn from a nearby wall, locking him in place and watching his life liquid trickle down the cement wall to the floor.
Lilith's eyes moved across the walls, noticing that this poor fool was only the most recent of many. Decaying bodies hung from every wall, their blood dripping down on to the floor into buckets used to store each crimson droplet. All were nude, though some looked as if they'd been hanging there for months, their veins run dry by fiendish appetites. There were about a dozen of them, as she had counted, filling the air with a stench so foul it made Lilith's stomach heave.
One f the murderous women that had just finished that man off walked to a nearby bucket with two golden goblets in her boney grasp, dipping them into the blood and bringing them to Lilith and Stephan. The girl smiled sweetly at Stephan and gently gave him his cup, yet shoved the remaining glass into Lilith's hand with a disdainful scowl.
Stephan hissed slightly at the woman's blatant display of disrespect and said with a sharp tongue, "Now, now, Sheila. Mind your manners. You wouldn't want Zachary to get angry, do you" The girl scurried towards a large armchair at the opposite side of the room, sitting beside it with the other girls. She seemed frightened by Stephan's sugarcoated threat, hiding behind the chair and hissing at Lilith in a cowardly manner, "Blasphemies witch!"
Lilith didn't take such an insult lightly, taking a few lunging steps toward the tart before thinking better of the situation and halting in mid step. "Disrespectful whore! You're loathsome existence doesn't even deserve one second of my time!" She threw the goblet at the girl and covered her in blood. Before a fight arose, a large thunk erupted through the room, drawing everyone's attention.
A golden hilted, dark wood framed cane shaped like a wolf's head was the cause of the shocking noise. The crest held a look of anger in its cold and unmoving gaze, furry lips curling backward to reveal immensely sharp fangs, alerting all that looked upon it there was a reason to be afraid. Firm fingers wrapped around it as the flustered women fell utterly silent. When the younger prostitute went to strike back at Lilith, the wooden shaft made contact with her delicate cheek, sending her back into her submissive sitting position. The cane's tip returned to the limestone flooring. Silence followed for a minute or so before the owner of the oddly designed scepter decided to break it. "Sheila, what did Stephan say to you?"
The girl looked up at the hidden figure and took a large gulp before she averted her eyes to the floor. She hesitated and held her reddened cheek as she replied in a soft-spoken tone, "He told me to be nice to our guests or else I will anger you, my lord."
The cane moved to the opposite side of the armchair, relieving the previous hand of its former burden. The now empty hand reached out and stroked her cheek, running through her blood soaked locks in an eerily bittersweet manner. "Good girl. But you didn't listen, did you?" The girl shook her head, her eyes opening in horror. "You know what I do to anyone who disobeys our friend Stephan and yours truly." He held the cane out to a second prostitute that sat at his arm, the woman quickly relieving him of it. He leaned towards the terrified girl, one hand slowly grasping her chin and the other grasping the back of her head. Muscles clenched and his fingers intertwined with her hair and yanked her head back mercilessly.
The girl started to shake, her hands wrapping around his in the hopes of prying his grip off of her. Her eyes filled with tears as she struggled, pleading pitifully, "My lord, spare me!" She became livid with fear. "Bestow upon me thy gracious mercy and I'll be thy slave! I will do anything to right this wrong! Please, please, spare me!"
A gentle thumb caressed the girl's trembling lips, hushing her cries for mercy. "Hush! Shshshshshshshsh! It will all be all right. It will all be over soon." Elbows bent as Zachary revealed the side of his face from behind the large armchair, his jaw opening wide as he leaned towards the girl. Oversized canines shone bright in the shadows of the gentle flames that lit the room. His face distorted in a feral manner and he drove his fearsome teeth into her neck, holding fast as the she began to struggle and convulse. The girl bled onto Zachary's lips, the crimson liquid turning black as night within moments. Her veins darkened, her pupils dilated over the white in her eyes, her skin turned gray, and her body grew dramatically limp. After the struggle ended, Zachary tore away from the girl, ripping a large chunk of skin out of her neck. He chewed and swallowed the piece of meat, licking the blood off of his lips with a satisfied smirk.
Lilith covered her mouth as she watched in horror. She had lifted Siselia into her arms and buried the toddler's face into her breasts. Fortunately, she had shielded her daughter from the horrifying display of bestiality. Unfortunately, this seldom relieved her, but the image of the dead girl was already engraved in her brain. This was what happened when a vampire was injected with the saliva of a lycan, and vice versa. Only a selected few could survive such a lethal bite.
"Mommy, what's going on?" Siselia asked as she began to move to look towards the deceased girl. Her face was pressed back into place in her mother's chest.
"Don't look, pretty girl. You don't want to see the mess that evil woman made." Lilith forced her voice to seem cheerful so Siselia wouldn't suspect anything and have a panic attack. Her feint lie worked and the toddler relaxed against her chest. "That's my good girl."
The other prostitute holding Zachary's cane held it out for him once more. "Your scepter, sire."
Zachary gently took the cane and affectionately stroked the girl's cheek. "Give us a kiss, eh?" He got his wish as the girl joined her lips with his, opening her mouth to let his tongue explore and massage hers. They both grinned as their lusts were momentarily satisfied; losing awareness of the group that inhabited the room.
Stephan and Lilith watched this sick display of lust with two different expressions and takes on the situation. Stephan, who was obviously the more sexually perverted of the two, was grinning and hoping that the prostitute would give them a show and satisfy Zachary. Lilith, who was more sensible, on the other hand, was utterly disgusted.
After a few moments of idle watching, Lilith set Siselia down. "Keep turned towards me, pretty girl." Siselia obeyed. She crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her foot impatiently. She raised an eyebrow and subconsciously twitched as she coughed to break the silence.
Zachary responded and pulled away from the girl, returning to reality. He clapped his hands and had the corpse removed from the room. He placed the base of his cane on the floor and slowly stood up, his tall frame towering over the armchair he once hid behind. "Please forgive my rudeness, Lady Lilith. You know as much as I that one cannot rule without discipline and the spilling of blood." He was shirtless, his muscles gently rippling as he moved. His neck was thick, the muscle stretching to his shoulders and broadening them immensely. His triceps and biceps were as wide as tree branches, his veins visible through his discolored skin. Thankfully, he wasn't committing indecent exposure and was wearing a pair of silver dress pants, though he was barefoot. When he turned around, the rest of his abdomen was revealed. His pectorals were toned to perfection along with his abdominals. He tolled his shoulders and gestured for one of the girls to retrieve Siselia. "You've done marvelously, my old friend."
When the girl got close, Lilith held her hand out to stop her. "I believe I am able enough to walk my daughter over to him." She took Siselia's little hand in hers and brought her to Zachary slowly. She turned her gaze away from her captor and let him look her daughter over. "You called for her, my lord?" she asked through clenched teeth.
Zachary grinned and kneeled down in front of Siselia, grinning as he imagined her at an older age. He licked his lips and began running his fingers through her hair, imagining her as a teenager. He saw her lying in his bed, nude and ready to please him with innocent eyes pleading for his touch. "Hello there, pet. What's your name?"
Siselia hid all of her face but her eyes, her innocence so pure. "My mommy tells e not to talk to strangers."
Zachary looked up at Lilith and chuckled. "Don't worry your pretty little head. Mommy and I are old friends."
"Mommy didn't talk about you at '" Siselia replied, hiding behind her hands.
Lilith leaned down and petted her daughter's hair. "Baby, this is Zachary. He's a king and he owns this fun place." She faked her sincerity once more.
Siselia looked at her mother and then back at Zachary, dropping her hands so he could see her face. "My name is Siselia, Mr. Zachary."
Zachary's grin widened as she finally gave him her name. He moved a few bangs out of her face as he kissed her cheek. He turned and had one of his girls come to him. He stood up and said firmly, "Take the little lady to her room. I bet she's tired." Siselia yawned in reply, having the girl take her out of the room and towards her new sleeping quarters. When the girl was gone, Zachary's true self came out and his warming smile turned into a hateful scowl. He grabbed Lilith by the hair and yanked her head back unmercifully. "Bitch, where is the other girl?! You were supposed to bring both of the twins! That was your end of the deal!"
Lilith yelped in pain and yielded to his dominance. Tears came to her eyes as her hair was pulled away from her scalp. She knew at that moment she had to make something convincing up. If she didn't, she and MM would die. "A few months ago- A few months ago she was taken from her bed! We don't know who took her or where they are, but they left Siselia with us!"
Zachary's upper lip curled upwards and he snarled under his breath. He was obviously frustrated that someone had thwarted his plans. He clenched on to her hair for a moment before throwing her to the ground. "Fine! I'll track her down myself! I'll tear every city apart if I must!" he flung the cane at the opposite wall, the scepter penetrating the cement at least ten fee, creating a large crater in the cracking stone.
Stephan moved over to the shattered wall and pulled the cane from it contents. "My lord, you really should learn how to control your temper." He sounded so calm and suave, even though he knew Zachary could easily execute him.
Zachary took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, attempting to calm himself. He looked up and stood tall once more, regaining his composure. He fully calmed and took his cane from Stephan swiftly. He turned to Lilith and round-house-kicked her in the jaw, sending her into the wall with ease. "You may do what you will with her. I will be in my chambers." He turned to the door and left the room gracefully.
Stephan grinned and grabbed a hold of the helpless Lilith and lifted her from the ground. He shoved her on to a table and tore at her clothes, his sexual tension finally being released on the only woman that rejected him.
All Lilith could do was cry as the first time Stephan had violated her replayed in front of her eyes. She felt his hands forcefully ripping her clothes to bits; his nails scratching her delicate skin as he anxiously stripped her bear. She wanted to scream, to cry out for any sign of salvation from this torturing hell, but her lips would not move. She looked helplessly on as her attacker exposed himself to her. She felt his hands squeeze her breasts as he shoved himself into her body, recalling the agonizing pain she felt as he violated her. She consciously endured his brutal thrusts moving in and out of her. She heard him cackle at her tears as he continuously raped through out the night. She watched as he coated her with his seminal fluid, grinning in satisfaction at his masterpiece. As he did so long ago, he left her there to sob until someone could come in to do his or her janitorial duties and discover her disgraced form. Nothing had changed. She was still his prisoner. No matter how she ran, he'd always own her. That was the sad truth.
The next evening, Lilith was finally able to move and walked upstairs to her room. She moved into the bathroom joined with them and got into the bathtub. She removed the sticky white ooze that Stephan produced while he had his way with her, finding herself so vulnerable. She felt so demeaned by what he did and she knew he would keep belittling her until she became brainwashed again, like she was in her teenage years She cried once more as she bathed, missing her happy life with her adoring husband. She wondered if he was still alive, if Stephan and Zachary had kept up their end of the deal. She wanted MM to hold her, to love her as he had for so long.
Just as she thought of him, there was a rapping on the balcony. When Lilith looked toward the sound, she saw MM standing outside the balcony doors. He looked in at her with a loving smile on his face. He reached out and pressed his hand on the locked doors, trying to tell her to let him in.
Lilith couldn't believe her eyes. She watched MM carefully, skeptical about it really being him. She got out of the tub and wrapped her soaked and shivering form in a towel. She moved towards the balcony doors and unlocked them, taking a few steps back to let him in. She kept the towel close to her, her body language completely defensive. Fear clouded the hope in her eyes. Was this just some sick prank?
MM proved he was no illusion. He was there in body. He was there to comfort her. "Good evening, loveliness," he said softly as he touched her cheek. He looked directly into Lilith's eyes, his smile warm and loving.
Lilith looked up into his eyes, realizing the love of her life was there and her prayers had been answered. She burst into tears once more and pushed her trembling body close to his, seeking solace in his arms. "Oh God! He raped me again, my love! He assaulted me and I couldn't do anything to get away! I feel so violated!"
MM wrapped his arms around Lilith, warming her with his body heat. He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair, comforting her as he always had. "It's ok, dear heart. I'm here. I'm here." He let her cry into his chest, his love and concern for her driving him to be pissed at Stephan. "Don't worry, love. I will follow you wherever they may take you. I will be your guardian angel, your protector. I will shield you from their hateful being. I will be your light, your sun, your moon, your all." He lifted her chin and placed a hand on her cheek, looking deep into her blue orbs.
Lilith looked back into MM's eyes, their eye contact so intensely passionate it would take a lot of effort to break their stare. She willingly leaned up and pressed her lips to his, her once tense muscles relaxing as she was overwhelmed by his affection. She dropped her towel and wrapped her arms around his neck, so focused on his being there. "I love you, Maximillion. Promise me you'll protect our little girl and I."
MM smiled in reply. "I promise dear heart."
