Unchain Me, Sister

Lea of Mirkwood

Apologies for the infrequencies of updates. I have been writing, just not in anything posted.

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David slowly drifted back to consciousness, his eyes fluttering lightly as the dim light registered in his mind. The walls swam around him and he weakly turned his head from side to side. The soft, silky feel of sheets against his skin welcomed him at the slightest movement and he realized he was naked. A bed, which meant Fiona. David groaned softly and forced his eyes to focus. The room seemed empty, at least as far as he could crane his neck to see. He decided to get up. It was ridiculous to lay around when he could be doing…something. But when David moved to sit up he felt a sharp, cold tug on his wrist. He turned to look at the source of the resistance and saw that he was cuffed to the headboard. Odd. David twisted his arm back and forth as if the cuff would suddenly pop apart, but it didn't. Of course it didn't.

"Feeling restricted?" asked the cool voice of his sister. David flipped over onto his stomach and looked in the direction of the voice. Fiona sat calmly in the throne near the dais. David's throne. A swell of fiery anger rose in his chest as he stared at the wicked woman perched in the seat like a queen, her hands draped off the ends of the armrests like royalty. Small silver rings with red stones glinted in the light from the candles near David's bed. Or was it Fiona's?

"A little."

"Good," said Fiona and looked around carelessly. "I do like this seat, David. Nice of you to turn it over to me."

Fury flared up in David's chest and he bared his teeth at her, smoky light shining on the points of his fangs. "I didn't turn anything over to you. You took it."

"I won the game, David!" laughed Fiona and lifted her hands helplessly. "You were just stupid enough to let me!"

David glared at Fiona so hard his eyes could have stabbed her through the heart. But Fiona, David realized caustically, probably didn't have one. Where there had been heated passion the night before, David only saw a cold, calculating blackness. Most people, even vampires, when he looked in their eyes, had something there. A lingering warmth, a purpose for doing what they did, a gentle love for something, a sweet pity. Fiona's eyes were empty.

"Boys," she sang out with a sudden smile, her blank eyes never leaving David's. "Come over please."

David watched with helpless horror as his pack collected around them, like gathering around the stocks in old times. Their eyes were unreadable, but sometimes David caught something like a flash of sympathy. But this was vampire politics, and Fiona had drank from David. The whole pack knew it. David had been dominated.

"There's a change in leadership now, my boys," announced Fiona merrily as she stood and went over to the side of David's bed. He tensed and leaned away from her without even realizing it; Fiona laughed and reached over to caress his stubbled cheek. "I hold you all now."

"Show it," growled David. "They'll never listen to you."

"I will."

Before David could think about the reasons why he should not have challenged Fiona like that, she had already bent down over him to kiss his cheek. David brought his knees up as a defensive instinct, still there after innumerable years as immortal, or near to it. Fiona chuckled softly, her breath tickling the side of his neck, and David became keenly aware of how exposed the side of his neck was. Just the soft, penetrable flesh David himself preferred. Some went for the wrists, some went for the chest, some for the ear, some went for a more intimate locale, but the neck was always the classic place for biting. Sneakily, Fiona lowered herself even more, tangling her legs with the tents in the sheets where David's legs were.

"You're pissed, aren't you?" murmured Fiona and brought her knee up to press between David's legs lightly. Just enough to make him sweat.

"Yeah," he muttered angrily. Fiona smiled just before sinking her teeth into David's neck. Her eyes closed; the Boys gasped in shock. They knew it had happened, but still the sight of their leader being drank from jarred them to the bone. David was motionless, a forced stillness, for a few moments, then he gasped for air in a sudden, convulsive breath that made Marko jump with surprise. Fiona pressed her hands more firmly against David's bare chest as the vampire beneath her quivered with aching.

"Hell," swore Dwayne quietly, as if he couldn't bear to admit out loud the horror he was feeling. A world, a total existence, flipped around in circles like crazy. It was crazy. David moaned breathlessly and arched against Fiona. In the back of his mind he knew he was breaking and giving in, but it felt so unavoidable. He was being humiliated, he knew it, but he was going, fading, burning, dying and draining.

Fiona stood up and licked the crimson streaks from her lips with a quick flick of her tongue. Her dark eyes turned to rove over the exposed flesh of the rest of the Boys with a predatory glint, while David let out a soft moan from the bed behind her.

"Who will be next?"

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One I post the last chapter of my Phone Booth fic, I will be taking a hiatus for an undetermined length of time to sort out my academic life and social life.