"Please, take a seat and relax, the men should be back shortly and soon you will realize that your beloved Silas is not here," Ilona said as she pushed Anabelle down on the leather couch where she sunk herself into on the opposite end.
The room was growing cold and dark while only one single light remained on from the small lamp on the other side of the room. The walls were a dark wood panel and rich leathery furniture that littered the area, brought together by a very large black bear fur rug at their feet. Ilona's arm drapped along the back of the leather couch, her feet propped up on the ottoman as she looked upon Anabelle with lust in her eyes. The light from the lamp illuminated Anabelle's face. She was a gorgeous creature and Ilona thought as to why Silas or Julius would keep such a treasure, such an Aphrodite intombed to such an early fate when she could be a statue of beauty forever.
"He has to be somewhere that you would know of. He came here and has not returned home," Anabelle said with daggers in her tone, hoping to pierce through the tough ficade that Ilona was putting up.
Ilona laughed, "I assure you, I am not holding him hostage in some dungeon torturing him as we speak. Do you really think we are that crude and vulvar?"
Anabelle shifted uneasily in her seat, "I have no doubt that you might seek to take what isn't rightfully yours and that you would do anything to anyone who got in your way."
Ilona's eyes narrowed. The child was questioning her and she didn't like that, nor did she like that Anabelle was so on point about what was going on. Someone was leaking information for sure. "And what makes you think that? What do you know of what's rightfully mine or not?"
"I know what Silas told me. That he and Julius are the true Originals and Heirs to the throne. You're simply just a seat warmer until they decide to take back everything," Anabelle bravely said with her head up high, hoping to bait Ilona into a lie which she was sure she caught her in.
Ilona, trying everything in her power not to leap over the couch, land on the insolent woman and drain her dry, snorted a the line of questioning and accusations. "I assure you that you do not have the entire truth."
Ilona stood, feeling that sitting in such close proximaty to Anabelle was proving to be exhausting. Both mentally and physically. She smelled so sweet. Like a vintage wine she had not savoured in centuries. She walked to the other side of the room and turned her back to Anabelle, staring at the grain of the wood on the walls.
"You walk away as if you are hiding something, if there is nothing to hide and I am ignorant to the whole truth, then please, enlighten me," Anabelle's voice shook as she begged for more information, hoping that at any moment Julius would have Silas in his arms and they would soon be out of here without much of a fight.
Ilona turned and stared at Anabelle. She came closer and caught the gaze of the prey that she saught after. The woman was brought her for a reason, and she would have her, as her own and then use her to Ilona's ability. Forget the bargain struck with the witch who called herself Anabelle's family, but soon, Anabelle would be one of the Vampyre's. A night crawler that feasted on blood and flesh. Yes, Ilona liked the idea of using the Seer to her ability. As a Vampyre, she might have the ability to glamour another, which could be invaluable. Knowing she's entrapped Anabelle in her gaze, she begins to question, "So Anabelle, what is it that you truely want to know?"
"I want to know where Silas is," she answered automatically, as if on call. Good, so the glamour can work on a Seer. Ilona thought of how should could use this to her advantage.
"Why, Silas isn't here, darling. She's left you. Julius has left you. They both are gone and left you here with me. I can take great care of you," Ilona touched Anabelle's face and caressed with with her delicate fingers.
"They left me," Anabelle repeated as a single tear formed in her eyes and dropped down her rounded cheeks. It was almost too good to be true, Ilona thought.
"Yes, darling, they left. But they said they wanted you to be here, with me," Ilona continued the glamour.
"Oh, yes, stay here with you. You're awfully pretty, has someone ever told you that before?" Anabelle said.
Ilona laughed, "Yes, my dear. Would you like to be as beautiful as I?"
"I sure wish I could! Your skin is so perfect, I bet you don't even have to wash your face every day," Anabelle answered in awe.
"I surely don't ever have to wash anything to be this beautiful. You just have to do one thing for me if you want this then," Ilona continued the glamour as she strattled Anabelle on the couch, placing her hands on her face, never vering from her eyes.
"Yes..." Anabelle answered.
"Tilt your head to the side," Ilona said, "and close your eyes."
Anabelle did as she was told, tilting her head, Ilona's face following with her's until she closed her eyes. She stirred and dozed off. Ilona stretched her head back, tilting it in the right position as her hands held down Anabelle's head and shoulders, leaving her neck open for the kill. It would have been easy if Ilona had just killed her then, but it was her hesitation that broke the glamor. Anabelle's eyes popped open and she began to struggle, pushing Ilona away as Ilona continued to try to latch onto her neck, to taste the blood that the only other Original Vampyre was trying to hid and protect. What was so special about this one girl other than she happened to be of a Danu descent.
"What the fuck are you doing!" Anabelle screamed as she pushed the woman's face from her own. Her fingers jabbing into the eye sockets of her attacker.
Ilona screamed as she grabbed her eyes and backed away from Anabelle. "Son of a bitch!" she screamed.
Soon Ilona recovered and blocked the exit that Anabelle was trying to escape through. She jumped right off the couch and began to run, yelling, "Julius!"
"Not so fast now," Ilona said, her arms outstretched, blocking the hall. There were no other exits from the room except through where Ilona was blocking.
Soon enough two large body guards came up behind Ilona, each with their arms crossed at their chests. Topless muscular bodies covered in tattoos wearing nothing more than some very tight jeans. Once Ilona noticed they had arrived, which was sudden and swift, she let down her arms. Anabelle backed away as the two men entered the room from either side of her and took Anabelle by each arm, holding her firmly.
"Let me go!" Anabelle yelled as she attempted to struggle unsuccessfully.
"Seti, Setahkt, place her on the couch, make sure she doesn't move," Ilona ordered and the two men drug Anabelle across the floor as she continued to struggle from their grasp. "Now, you, I was only trying to give you a little..." Ilona touched her chin, "perspective."
"You were going to bite me!" Anabelle yelled as Seti pushed her back down on the couch.
She was sitting between them both. Seti on her left had a firm grasp on her forearm while Setahkt sat on her right with a firm grasp on her thigh. Each with a grip so fierce that it hurt.
"Well, yes, that was the idea," Ilona answering as if the discussion bored her.
Ilona walked to the wall mirror that hung over the couch and touched her eyes lightly. They were still pink and blood stained her face, but they were healing quickly. Wiping away the blood and licking it off her fingers she bent down to look at Anabelle, who averted her gaze.
"Now dear, let's not get physical, because I assure you, I can be very physical," Ilona taunted as she grabbed Anabelle's face by her chin, holding it firmly in her hands. "I was only trying to give you a gift."
Anabelle spit in her face, which prompted a smack from Ilona as she wiped the saliva from her face.
"I don't accept!" Anabelle seethed.
Ilona's brow arched, "I don't think you truly understand what I was offering you."
"I think I understand perfectly clear," Anabelle answered.
"I don't think you really do, see, the gift of immortality is a gift like no other. Just think, you could be perfect, slender, and beautiful all your lifetime," Ilona suggested as she stepped away and wafted her hand down her body as if she was a model.
"And living in agony because you see all the people you love and knew die before your eyes, no thanks," Anabelle said as she struggled again against the hold of the two men that sat on either side of her.
"Well, the least you could do is let me have a taste. You are a guest in my house, and every guest, human that is, is required to bend to our will," Ilona said coldly.
"Never," Anabelle spat at Ilona again.
It was a face off. Ilona snarling at Anabelle and Anabelle snarling at Ilona. Seti and Setahkt had a firm grip on Anabelle so she couldn't move as Ilona smacked her hard across her face. The flush of blood already swelling up on her cheek. Anabelle's mouth began to fill with blood as she spit out the tooth that was knocked loose. Blood went everywhere. Setahkt's eyes turned white and so did Ilona's. The mere smell of the blood made them frenzy. Ilona bent down again, each of her body guards holding onto Anabelle tightly as Ilona grabbed her face hard again and licked her lips where the blood had been pouring out. Standing up, Ilona savored the taste of the sweetness.
"What...are...you?" Ilona asked as she milled the flavor of the thick red liquid in her mouth.
"I'm a Halfling, but I'm sure you knew that already," Anabelle managed to get out.
"No, you are much more than that," Ilona's eyes looked crazy, "I want more."
"Get away from me!" Anabelle screamed as she tried once again to get away.
"I have a feeling that we won't get much of anywhere with you acting like that," Ilona said as she snapped her fingers and both men got up from the couch.
With a single nod, each man lifted their balled fists and beat Anabelle until she was unconscious. Beating her over and over until there was no more fight and all that was left was Anabelle, on the couch, unmoving and bleeding in front of three very blood thirsty vampyres.
"Leave me," Ilona commanded.
"My Queen, what if she were to arise?" Seti asked, not wanting to leave his Queen's side for fear she might be attacked.
"She's not waking any time soon," Ilona gazed at the still body in front of her, "Go, find my husband and be sure that he has disposed of Julius and his Cousin. Now that we have her, there is no more need of either of them."
Seti and Setahkt both nodded and left the room, leaving Anabelle with Ilona all by herself with the Vampyre Queen.