Warnings: Very dark chapter - deals with rape. You've been warned.
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Tina sat on Deacon's bed staring blankly out the window at the city below. The party still raged on in the rest of the apartment and she was certain that if she chose to attack now she would be able to take out the entire building. She was even more certain that if she wanted to leave, now would be her only chance.
Strangely, Tina didn't move. She remained motionless, staring out the window. Without knowing why, she lowered her head and wept bitterly, tears falling onto the cast on her wrist. She didn't know what was happening to her, but at least part of it was because of Deacon. There was something about him, something about the idea of them together that appealed to her. She wanted to be with him, but at the same time it disgusted her.
The door creaked open and her heart leapt, thinking Deacon had come back. When it had been shut quietly Tina turned with a smile on her face. It faded the instant she saw Quinn in the dim light of the room. She was on her feet in an instant, facing him angrily.
"What the hell do you want?" she snarled.
"Just to chat sweet thing, just to chat," he replied. "I saw our fearless leader go running out of here like you had a big silver stake in your hand. I don't see any weapons though. What made him take off like that?"
Tina glared at him. "What business is it of yours?"
Quinn laughed and took a step toward her. "I think you fucked a little with his mind, didn't you? You made him think you loved him, huh? Is that what you did?"
"I did nothing," Tina said. "Now get the hell out of here."
"I don't think I'm going anywhere baby," Quinn said, edging around the bed to stand in front of Tina. "You know I've wanted you since the first night Deacon brought you home but he told me not to touch you because you were our insurance against Blade." Quinn grinned. "Truth is baby, I think he just wanted to keep you for himself. He wanted to be the only one fucking you."
"You're a pig," Tina spat at him.
"Say what you want, Deacon's gone now. He can't protect you," Quinn said, his eyes roaming over her body. "Might have been better if he'd left you chained to the fucking bed, but I figure a little fight might be nice." He grinned. "So what do ya say sweet thing? Are you gonna just give in to me or are we gonna have to fight it out?"
Tina raised her broken arm and slammed her cast across Quinn's face. Blood dripped from his lip and he spat out a tooth onto the floor.
"I guess that answers my question," he growled,
Before Tina could duck, Quinn slapped her across the face, sending her reeling backward.
She hit Deacon's night table, then used it to support herself as she kicked Quinn in the stomach. The vampire stumbled, then grabbed her shoulders and threw her over the bed.
Tina fell painfully onto the floor and held her broken wrist protectively to her chest. She got to her feet quickly and ducked the fist Quinn had aimed at her face. She used her cast to hit Quinn's face again and he stumbled, falling onto the carpeted floor.
"What're you gonna do baby?" He asked, laughing and getting to his feet. "You're not gonna find a silver stake anywhere here."
"Deacon kept mine," Tina said, running for the bathroom door. She reached in and grabbed the silver stake Deacon had left on the counter, then whirled around to face Quinn once again.
His foot connected with her chest and Tina flew backward into the bathroom. She hit the wall hard and her breath was pushed violently from her lungs as Quinn pressed the heel of his boot against her chest.
"That was pathetic. You mean to tell me that you almost took out Deacon?" He laughed and pressed harder against her chest.
Tina smiled and managed to wheeze out, "Almost."
She raised her hand and plunged the stake into Quinn's ankle as far as it would go. The vampire screamed and backed away, clawing at the staked that was embedded in his leg. He managed to tear it out and fling it away, then limped toward Tina again.
She was struggling to stand and struggling to catch her breath at the same time. Quinn wrapped his hand around her throat and lifted her off the floor, staring into her eyes.
"That fucking hurt," he told her.
Tina scratched at his hands with her fingernails and gasped for air. Quinn stared at her, thinking what it would be like to watch the life be choked out of her. He didn't noticed Tina raising her foot, he didn't realize her intentions until he felt pain flood his groin.
"Fuck!" he screamed, dropping Tina again. She scrambled for the stake as Quinn struggled to remain standing.
She faced him, stake in one hand, an angry sneer marring her face. "I'm sick of you," she said. "I'm sick of dealing with this stupid shit. Get over yourself Quinn. I'd never touch you, even if you were human. You're disgusting."
Quinn growled deeply, then backhanded Tina viciously. She staggered backward and tried to regain her footing but it was too late. Quinn was upon her in an instant, tearing the stake from her hand and throwing it back into the bedroom. Her threw her onto the floor, then pinned her arms above her head with one hand and tore open her shirt with the other.
"I'll make you touch me," he snarled at her, kissing her violently. "I'll fucking make you."
Tina screamed, tried to release herself and tried to kick Quinn. Nothing worked, she had never been so vulnerable in her entire life. The vampire touched her body with his free hand and she shuddered, angry that he was touching her, repulsed by his fingers. Deacon had never felt like that.
As she struggled, Quinn worked off her pants, sliding them down her legs to the floor. She kicked as he neared her feet and slammed one foot into his face. He shook off the blow and grasped her panties, pulling them down as well.
"You don't want to do this," Tina said, tears forming in her eyes. "Deacon will kill you. We both know that. If you just stop now I won't tell him that you tried to hurt me."
"Shut the fuck up," Quinn screamed in her face, undoing his own pants.
Tina thrashed against him, but was unable to break the grip he had on her wrists. Even with the cumbersome cast, he could still pin her down.
"Please," she begged, the tears rolling down her face now. "Please don't. Just don't. I'll do anything, just don't rape me."
"It's time you learned your place bitch," Quinn snarled, then shoved himself into her.
Tina screamed in pain and writhed under him, trying to escape, trying to force him out. Her hips bucked as she tried to pull herself away from him, but Quinn held her steady with one hand and began to slam into her.
The violence with which he raped her shook Tina. His angry grunts filled the room, barely audible above her own screams and as he pounded against her, she felt blood begin to pool beneath her. She felt bruises form on her skin, imprints on her hip from where his hand was locked onto her and the horrible feeling of him being inside her.
Finally her screams stopped and she looked away from the sweating vampire on top of her. She stared blankly at the wall, willing her mind to escape, willing herself to a place where this wasn't happening. Tina tried to slow her heart, wishing she could stop it and kill herself, take herself away from the impossible situation that she was living.
Quinn finished with her and pulled out, buttoning his pants quickly. "You want to have another go bitch?" he hissed near her ear. "Want to try and fight me again?"
Tina didn't respond, she just stared at the wall.
Quinn grinned. "What else could I do to you? What would you hate most of all?" He snickered and pulled her throat to his mouth. Without warning her, without describing to her the pain he was about the cause, Quinn sunk his fangs into her throat.
A thin wail escaped Tina's mouth and she tried feebly to fight him off again. Quinn stayed locked to her throat and drank her blood. When Deacon came home, there would be a surprise waiting for him.
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Tina sat on Deacon's bed staring blankly out the window at the city below. The party still raged on in the rest of the apartment and she was certain that if she chose to attack now she would be able to take out the entire building. She was even more certain that if she wanted to leave, now would be her only chance.
Strangely, Tina didn't move. She remained motionless, staring out the window. Without knowing why, she lowered her head and wept bitterly, tears falling onto the cast on her wrist. She didn't know what was happening to her, but at least part of it was because of Deacon. There was something about him, something about the idea of them together that appealed to her. She wanted to be with him, but at the same time it disgusted her.
The door creaked open and her heart leapt, thinking Deacon had come back. When it had been shut quietly Tina turned with a smile on her face. It faded the instant she saw Quinn in the dim light of the room. She was on her feet in an instant, facing him angrily.
"What the hell do you want?" she snarled.
"Just to chat sweet thing, just to chat," he replied. "I saw our fearless leader go running out of here like you had a big silver stake in your hand. I don't see any weapons though. What made him take off like that?"
Tina glared at him. "What business is it of yours?"
Quinn laughed and took a step toward her. "I think you fucked a little with his mind, didn't you? You made him think you loved him, huh? Is that what you did?"
"I did nothing," Tina said. "Now get the hell out of here."
"I don't think I'm going anywhere baby," Quinn said, edging around the bed to stand in front of Tina. "You know I've wanted you since the first night Deacon brought you home but he told me not to touch you because you were our insurance against Blade." Quinn grinned. "Truth is baby, I think he just wanted to keep you for himself. He wanted to be the only one fucking you."
"You're a pig," Tina spat at him.
"Say what you want, Deacon's gone now. He can't protect you," Quinn said, his eyes roaming over her body. "Might have been better if he'd left you chained to the fucking bed, but I figure a little fight might be nice." He grinned. "So what do ya say sweet thing? Are you gonna just give in to me or are we gonna have to fight it out?"
Tina raised her broken arm and slammed her cast across Quinn's face. Blood dripped from his lip and he spat out a tooth onto the floor.
"I guess that answers my question," he growled,
Before Tina could duck, Quinn slapped her across the face, sending her reeling backward.
She hit Deacon's night table, then used it to support herself as she kicked Quinn in the stomach. The vampire stumbled, then grabbed her shoulders and threw her over the bed.
Tina fell painfully onto the floor and held her broken wrist protectively to her chest. She got to her feet quickly and ducked the fist Quinn had aimed at her face. She used her cast to hit Quinn's face again and he stumbled, falling onto the carpeted floor.
"What're you gonna do baby?" He asked, laughing and getting to his feet. "You're not gonna find a silver stake anywhere here."
"Deacon kept mine," Tina said, running for the bathroom door. She reached in and grabbed the silver stake Deacon had left on the counter, then whirled around to face Quinn once again.
His foot connected with her chest and Tina flew backward into the bathroom. She hit the wall hard and her breath was pushed violently from her lungs as Quinn pressed the heel of his boot against her chest.
"That was pathetic. You mean to tell me that you almost took out Deacon?" He laughed and pressed harder against her chest.
Tina smiled and managed to wheeze out, "Almost."
She raised her hand and plunged the stake into Quinn's ankle as far as it would go. The vampire screamed and backed away, clawing at the staked that was embedded in his leg. He managed to tear it out and fling it away, then limped toward Tina again.
She was struggling to stand and struggling to catch her breath at the same time. Quinn wrapped his hand around her throat and lifted her off the floor, staring into her eyes.
"That fucking hurt," he told her.
Tina scratched at his hands with her fingernails and gasped for air. Quinn stared at her, thinking what it would be like to watch the life be choked out of her. He didn't noticed Tina raising her foot, he didn't realize her intentions until he felt pain flood his groin.
"Fuck!" he screamed, dropping Tina again. She scrambled for the stake as Quinn struggled to remain standing.
She faced him, stake in one hand, an angry sneer marring her face. "I'm sick of you," she said. "I'm sick of dealing with this stupid shit. Get over yourself Quinn. I'd never touch you, even if you were human. You're disgusting."
Quinn growled deeply, then backhanded Tina viciously. She staggered backward and tried to regain her footing but it was too late. Quinn was upon her in an instant, tearing the stake from her hand and throwing it back into the bedroom. Her threw her onto the floor, then pinned her arms above her head with one hand and tore open her shirt with the other.
"I'll make you touch me," he snarled at her, kissing her violently. "I'll fucking make you."
Tina screamed, tried to release herself and tried to kick Quinn. Nothing worked, she had never been so vulnerable in her entire life. The vampire touched her body with his free hand and she shuddered, angry that he was touching her, repulsed by his fingers. Deacon had never felt like that.
As she struggled, Quinn worked off her pants, sliding them down her legs to the floor. She kicked as he neared her feet and slammed one foot into his face. He shook off the blow and grasped her panties, pulling them down as well.
"You don't want to do this," Tina said, tears forming in her eyes. "Deacon will kill you. We both know that. If you just stop now I won't tell him that you tried to hurt me."
"Shut the fuck up," Quinn screamed in her face, undoing his own pants.
Tina thrashed against him, but was unable to break the grip he had on her wrists. Even with the cumbersome cast, he could still pin her down.
"Please," she begged, the tears rolling down her face now. "Please don't. Just don't. I'll do anything, just don't rape me."
"It's time you learned your place bitch," Quinn snarled, then shoved himself into her.
Tina screamed in pain and writhed under him, trying to escape, trying to force him out. Her hips bucked as she tried to pull herself away from him, but Quinn held her steady with one hand and began to slam into her.
The violence with which he raped her shook Tina. His angry grunts filled the room, barely audible above her own screams and as he pounded against her, she felt blood begin to pool beneath her. She felt bruises form on her skin, imprints on her hip from where his hand was locked onto her and the horrible feeling of him being inside her.
Finally her screams stopped and she looked away from the sweating vampire on top of her. She stared blankly at the wall, willing her mind to escape, willing herself to a place where this wasn't happening. Tina tried to slow her heart, wishing she could stop it and kill herself, take herself away from the impossible situation that she was living.
Quinn finished with her and pulled out, buttoning his pants quickly. "You want to have another go bitch?" he hissed near her ear. "Want to try and fight me again?"
Tina didn't respond, she just stared at the wall.
Quinn grinned. "What else could I do to you? What would you hate most of all?" He snickered and pulled her throat to his mouth. Without warning her, without describing to her the pain he was about the cause, Quinn sunk his fangs into her throat.
A thin wail escaped Tina's mouth and she tried feebly to fight him off again. Quinn stayed locked to her throat and drank her blood. When Deacon came home, there would be a surprise waiting for him.
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