A/N- Sorry for the wait, but I finally finished that one fic I had been working on!! Anyway, we're back from a small cliffy and continuing on!

Chapter 25- Violation

Lilah had barely the time to register her new, and unfamiliar, location before she felt a force shove her down. She landed and bounced once, twice before finally coming to a stop. When she had the sense to look around, she noted that she was in a very cold bedroom, its stone walls lit by several candles that cast a reddish-orange hue on the rich red and black velvet furnished room. Every chair had its back and chair padded with red velvet, patterned with black swirls that curled like an evil vine. She noticed the top cover on the bed she had landed on was similarly patterned, with big, fluffy pillows that were fringed in black. She blinked, bringing her eyes back to the foot of the long, canopied bed.

Dracula smiled, leaning on the railing as if bored. Lilah brought her hand out from underneath her, raising the palm of her right hand. She muttered the fireball spell—the quickest spell she knew—but nothing happened. She muttered it again, with the same result. She stared at her hand, as if it might be the problem, causing the Sacred Ancestor to laugh.

"This room is warded, preventing minor magics from being performed within its walls. I took precautions, Lilah. I am not a stupid man," he explained.

Lilah felt her pride twinge a little at the word "minor," but lost no time in reaching for her dagger. When she came up empty-handed, she looked to her belt to confirm…her dagger—all of her weapons—were gone. Dracula laughed again.

"I told you that I was not a stupid man, Lilah," he said, coming to stand at the side of the bed.

The fact of her utter defenselessness hit her like a ton of bricks. Lilah had not been truly defenseless in quite some time…and she did not like the feeling. Then again, she did not quite remember liking the feeling before. She curled her legs in such a way that she could easily spring off the bed, if needed. However, she highly doubted the she could outrun the Sacred Ancestor. He smiled at her, as if he was a gracious host. She glared in return.

"Where am I? What am I doing here? Where's D and L.H.?" she snapped.

"Ah, quite to the point, aren't we? Well, then, allow me to explain," he said, taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

While Lilah scrunched herself up closer to the head of the bed, Dracula casually crossed his legs—ankle over knee—and pushed a lock of his ebony hair back, as if he had not noticed her reaction. He smiled warmly at her, clasping his hands and resting them on his left leg.

"I noticed you from the first moment you came into my son's company, Lilah, and I liked you. Or rather, I liked the stuff you came from."

Her nose beginning a slow curl of disgust and her brow arching so high it was in danger of disappearing into her hair, she asked, slowly, "What do you mean?"

"Your genetics, dear. Do you know how unusual it is that you are, in fact, still on this plane of existence?"

He paused, as if she was supposed to instantly marvel at the words he had just spoken. When her reaction was only a slight shake of her head, he sighed.

"Allow me to explain even further," he continued, just the slightest hint of annoyance in his regal tones. "The fact that your will to survive, mixed with the potential you have for magic, allowed you to become a dhampire is, well, unheard of. You should, quite literally, be six feet under, my dear, but you're not. This intrigued me."

"And how can that help you?" Lilah bit off, pure malice emanating from her.

Dracula nodded. "Ah, have learned that much of me, have you? Patience, dear, for I will reveal all. As I'm sure my son has told to you, I am very much dedicated to seeing that our race of vampires continues to exist, even in this time of decline. I am constantly looking for ways to eradicate the weaknesses in our species. I've had many failures…with D being my only success."

There was nothing about this that Lilah liked. Not that being kidnapped was something that one usually liked…but still…She hated the way that Dracula was referring to his own son as nothing more than a result to further an experiment. She hated that she was defenseless against whatever it was that the vampire king had planned. And, above all, she hated that she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it was all heading to hell in a hand basket for her.

"I don't understand," she said, dropping her voice to almost a whisper.

Dracula stood, slowly and leisurely, with a dark smile on his face. He snapped his long fingers together and the door to the bedroom creaked open. The new occupant was a huge vampire, close in height to Dracula, but not quite. He easily towered over D. His hair was the color of dirty straw and cut in a simple fashion common to men. He was dressed sparingly. No armor, only black trousers and a white tunic that seemed to hang off of him. His skin was pale, almost ashen, and, his face was square-ish in shape, with his lips being an almost unnatural pink color. However, it was his eyes that gave Lilah pause. They were cat-eye yellow with the darkest pupils she had ever seen. She gasped, pushing herself back farther on the bed, trying to gain as much distance as possible from this vampire.

The vampire smiled, revealing bright white teeth and two, quickly elongating fangs. Dracula held up a hand, signaling his guest to stay put.

"This is Grayson," the vampire king said, gesturing to the newest arrival. "Like you, he is quite talented in various areas. I've genetically altered him to make a bit stronger than the average vampire, which should say something about his strength now. His genetics, however, have also been altered by yours truly."

Lilah had that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach and had never longed for a weapon so much in her entire life. Every muscle in her body was tense, making her ready to spring at any given moment. But she had the most horrible feeling that even that level of preparedness…meant nothing in her current predicament. She had never liked being the damsel in distress, wanting for the help of some shining knight, no matter how often she had found herself doing just that. However, now, without any shame, she wanted D to come through that door and save her. She wanted it with all the fiber of her being, so much so that she could cry. But again, that sinking feeling…

"What have you done to him?" she whispered again, her eyes locked upon Grayson.

Dracula looked very much like a preening peacock as he answered.

"I'm so glad you asked. I was unable to make the wanted changes to him, as you see him. As I just stated, I could only alter his strength…and his loyalty, might I add. I don't need a strong vampire trying to overthrow me, now do I?"

He paused, waiting for a reply. When Lilah provided none, he continued.

"After many failed attempts at trying to achieve what I wanted, I realized that the reason I could not was because he was already here, born, and matured. It was then that I began to experiment with his reproductive material. But it was still not enough. After all, you can't have a new being without conception, can you?"

Lilah's fingers dug so hard into the bed that she felt them tear straight through the covers to the mattress. Her jaw trembled as she let out a shaky breath. She pulled herself more upright, sure she knew where this train of thought was leading. She knew that there was no way to escape, Grayson and Dracula both blocked the pathways to the one door in the room. But she wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"Then, I saw you. A dhampire by willpower and magic alone. And able to take the demonic parasite I had sealed in D's left hand and give it its own body? Remarkable, truly. Yours are clearly genes with power. You are a superior breeder, my dear. And that's what I intend to do. Together, you and Grayson will produce a child that will have all of our strengths and none of our weaknesses. That child will be able to walk in the sun without any negative effects, withstand all the weapons that can kill us, along with the ones that can't. An immortal, with the physical potential to be the greatest warrior and the mental potential to be the greatest magician that this world has ever seen! The baby will grow rapidly in the womb, for I am an impatient creature, while it will age normally once born—to allow it the time and maturity it needs to gain all the knowledge a functioning being needs."

Lilah shook her head, pure disgust riddling her face. She spat at the floor, aiming for Dracula's feet.

"You're a monster!" she hissed. "This is wrong!"

Dracula shrugged. "Perhaps," he said, putting his back to her. "Grayson, you know what to do. She's all yours. Do not permanently injure or harm her."

As Grayson began to advance, Lilah pounced, trying to launch herself around him and to the door. He caught her, easily, in midair, and slammed her back down onto the bed. She struggled against him, quickly realizing the truth of the vampire's strength. Grayson would not budge. At the sound of Dracula's retreating footsteps, rage overcame her.

"Coward!" she screeched. "Leave the dirty work to this one, instead of doing it yourself! You're nothing but a damned coward!"

She heard him turn to stare back at her.

"I never involve myself with my experiments anymore, Lilah. I've found that it all becomes…just too personal. Make it quick, Grayson."

The door shut as Grayson ripped through Lilah's shirt. Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued to struggle…despite the fact that she knew she was helpless…

End Notes: Yeah, I didn't want to describe the rape scene, being that this is only rated T and I've already described one sex scene. Also, I wanted to avoid the possibility of turning a perfectly good story into a smut-fest. This all has a purpose, I assure you. I also know that this is shorter than usual…but I sort of knew that this chapter would be short-ish. The next one, I think, will be longer. I hope that everyone is on the edge of their seats with this one. Please review!

Next Chapter: Damsel in Distress

Fun Fact: The song I listened to while writing this song was Vast's "Pretty When You Cry." Please give it a listen…warning, it does have a tiny bit of explicit language in it.

And much thanks to Blitz-the-Falling-Blunder for the name Grayson!

Edit 01-07-10: Fixing mistakes I was too lazy to fix when I posted this...also, I think the document feeder left out some words that I just know I put in.