Dwayne and Paul had been sent out in disgrace. Not permanently, but only to retrieve some clothes and food from the stores as dusk fell. It would be difficult for them to move around in the light, but that was the punishment for being annoying. Fiona had kept them for a week now. Max was out of town. Once in a while Fiona wondered if it really was real vampire politics to enslave your brothers, but technically she wasn't their sister. She wouldn't be their sister until David drank from her in turn, which she was careful not to let him do. She gave him pigs blood, chicken blood, but not enough to make him strong enough to move around. Fiona liked being queen. Queen was a wonderful word, as was mistress. All power words were wonderful words. She crossed her legs, encased in black faux leather pants, and ran her hand nervously against the choker necklace she wore out of precaution. It was made of black stone beads, all patterned together to run in an elaborate elegant necklace from just below her chin to her collarbones. It looked suitably dark and vampiric, but the real reason it was there was paranoia. No one could sink their teeth into her neck without her knowing full well what they were about to do. It was like a tooth-guard. Convenient.
Fiona felt restless. She stirred and looked around. Marko was nowhere to be seen. That was a bad sign. She stood and smoothed down the sides of her lacy black and red top, looking around.
"Marko?" she called. "Marko, come out here."
Marko emerged from the shadows, his head bowed. "Yes?"
Fiona sighed in relief and walked over to him, sliding her arm around his shoulders. "Come, Marko," she said kindly. "Let's go see David."
--- --- ---
The powerful leader of the Santa Carla vampires lay in a luxuriant bed of silky white sheets, unconscious. Fiona refused to clothe him, keeping him instead covered in the silkiest of the white sheets and his black chains tight around his wrists and ankles, bound to a bedpost at head and foot. He didn't look nearly as dark and forboding asleep, chained, with his white-blond hair spread fanned out in a short spiky halo around him on the pillow. Fiona sat down next to him on the bed and smiled down at her pet, then back up at Marko. She was a black apparition of the devil, of dark spirits and cold ambition, sitting in the white cloud of the angels she enslaved.
"Who are you, Marko?" she asked softly. The demure way she folded her hands in her lap, the gentle way she stroked David's cheek absently, only served to make her, as the expression went, look fair and seem foul. The battles of the evils in the bowels of humanity were pitiable, and Marko at first tried to set Fiona as the villian and David as the hero but nothing worked. It was a futile struggle of despicable animals vying for power that would eventually destroy all of them and leave neither of them with any power.
"What do you mean?" replied Marko with a question. "I'm Marko."
"Marko," repeated Fiona. "Marko. Marko, the quiet one, the one who seems sweet, the babyfaced vampire with angel curls and a shy little smile. I know that's what they think, but what are you?"
Marko shrugged. "I don't know."
"You were scared when I took Dwayne. Why?"
"He's second strongest," replied Marko without emotion. "Second to David. If you could get him you could get any of us."
"I got David," retorted Fiona, accentuating her statement by running her fingers lightly up David's bare back and up into his hair, ruffling it. She was rewarded with a shift and a soft moan. "Why weren't you scared then?"
"I was. I just hoped Dwayne could still take you."
"Take me?" laughed Fiona. "Take me?"
"Yeah."
"You're a fool," said Fiona coldly and turned away. "I took Dwayne completely. He would have been gone beyond recall if you hadn't brought him back for that second. How did you do it?"
"I've known Dwayne for a long time, I guess."
Fiona sighed and tilted her head back and swayed it from side to side, relieving herself of a crick in her neck as she exhaled slowly. Marko saw his chance and knew he wouldn't get another one just like it. Lunging forward, Marko grabbed Fiona around the waist with one arm and with the other he ripped the necklace from the smooth curve of her neck. The beads popped apart and bounced all over the sheets like droplets of black blood and spilled on the floor. Fiona screamed and flailed wildly, her arms flying out to strike anything in sight. Marko drove her face down on top of David and the bed, roughly struggling to draw her hair away from her neck. Fiona's claw-like nails scratched at his arms and at David, raking a gash in his bare chest like a tiger's paw would, as Marko finally got near enough to the back of Fiona's neck to bite her. David woke suddenly and groggily took in the sight before him: Fiona sprawled out across his stomach with Marko on her back, trying to keep hold of her as she struggled to get free, a keening wail escaping her lungs as her power drained into Marko bit by bit. He raised his head and looked at David, panting with the effort.
"David," he gasped and pressed at Fiona's neck with one hand to keep her still, "She's yours, David."
David nodded sharply. "Thank you."
With a strength that surprised Fiona and horrified her, David flipped her over onto her back and held her down with a hand around her neck. Marko paused and stared for a moment.
"Should I..." he began hesitantly.
"Feed, Marko," ordered David. "Go out, feed, tell Paul and Dwayne they can too." Marko still hesitated. "LEAVE!" roared David.
The moment Marko was gone Fiona kicked out and managed to free herself from under David's hands and squirmed just out of his reach. "You're still chained!" she taunted merrily. "You can't get to me, you bastard, I'm still your mistress!"
"Where are the keys?" demanded David, twisting in the confines of the chains, just long enough to give him some movement but not long enough for him to free himself.
"I won't tell you," snapped Fiona. "You can't get to them in time anyway. Marko's gone."
David laughed coldly. "You're still here," he said hungrily and made one last desperate lunge. With a terrible cracking and shooting noise the bedpost David's feet were chained to began to break. He kicked at it, kicked again and again until it toppled over. Fiona stood stonily still as all her plans broke as well. David drew his feet up until the rings that were slid over the posts flew free and David was left with chains hanging from each ankle. He swiftly pivoted in the bed and kicked out at Fiona. The chain whipped around and caught her behind the back. She cried out and fell forward onto the bed, trying to crawl back away but David was too fast. He pinned her down with an elbow on her chest and a knee on her thighs, bending down over her, looming, until finally pierced her neck with his teeth. He was hungry, so hungry. The blood Marko gave him from his veins hadn't been nearly enough to keep him full and strong, and now here was Fiona, so full of all the blood of the Boys. He drank deeply, eagerly and slowly Fiona went limp so he didn't need to hold her down. She was pliant in his hands now, and with each lap of blood he took Fiona drank in air, desperately, like she couldn't get enough of it. Her blood was singing through her veins, escaping, pulsing faster and faster and hotter with each second and each breath she took. She trembled all over, her muscles twinged as the blood left them bare and dry and finally she arched her back and, rather than acknowledge any feeling, bit down hard on her lip until blood spilled over her tongue sweetly. David released her and sat back.
"Sister," he said softly, tilting his head and smiling wickedly.
"Bastard," gasped Fiona. David laughed and looked down at the scratches Fiona had made on his chest with a kind of detached curiosity, then he smiled.
"Drink," he commanded. Fiona glared at him but said nothing and didn't move. "It's a bit traditional, don't you think? Dracula and Mina. Drink, Fiona."
Fiona slowly raised herself up onto her elbows and stared at David's bare chest where the lacerations were, wincing as she straightened out her bruised lower back. She felt David's eyes on her as she brought her face close to his chest and finally put her tongue out to lap at the smears of blood between the wounds. Her tongue gently moved in circles over the skin and finally she drank from the scrape. David bent down and took her face in his hands and brought her up to meet him face to face.
"You fool," said David softly. "Foolish sister. You'll never take the pack from me."
Fiona coughed and licked blood away from her lips. "Fuck you."
David gave her a strange look and then pressed his lips to hers, tasting the mingling of her blood from her lip and his. Slowly, his hands still chained, he forced her back down on the bed and eased on top of her. "You'll never lead the Lost Boys, Wendy" he whispered just before he bit her again.
Fiona felt restless. She stirred and looked around. Marko was nowhere to be seen. That was a bad sign. She stood and smoothed down the sides of her lacy black and red top, looking around.
"Marko?" she called. "Marko, come out here."
Marko emerged from the shadows, his head bowed. "Yes?"
Fiona sighed in relief and walked over to him, sliding her arm around his shoulders. "Come, Marko," she said kindly. "Let's go see David."
--- --- ---
The powerful leader of the Santa Carla vampires lay in a luxuriant bed of silky white sheets, unconscious. Fiona refused to clothe him, keeping him instead covered in the silkiest of the white sheets and his black chains tight around his wrists and ankles, bound to a bedpost at head and foot. He didn't look nearly as dark and forboding asleep, chained, with his white-blond hair spread fanned out in a short spiky halo around him on the pillow. Fiona sat down next to him on the bed and smiled down at her pet, then back up at Marko. She was a black apparition of the devil, of dark spirits and cold ambition, sitting in the white cloud of the angels she enslaved.
"Who are you, Marko?" she asked softly. The demure way she folded her hands in her lap, the gentle way she stroked David's cheek absently, only served to make her, as the expression went, look fair and seem foul. The battles of the evils in the bowels of humanity were pitiable, and Marko at first tried to set Fiona as the villian and David as the hero but nothing worked. It was a futile struggle of despicable animals vying for power that would eventually destroy all of them and leave neither of them with any power.
"What do you mean?" replied Marko with a question. "I'm Marko."
"Marko," repeated Fiona. "Marko. Marko, the quiet one, the one who seems sweet, the babyfaced vampire with angel curls and a shy little smile. I know that's what they think, but what are you?"
Marko shrugged. "I don't know."
"You were scared when I took Dwayne. Why?"
"He's second strongest," replied Marko without emotion. "Second to David. If you could get him you could get any of us."
"I got David," retorted Fiona, accentuating her statement by running her fingers lightly up David's bare back and up into his hair, ruffling it. She was rewarded with a shift and a soft moan. "Why weren't you scared then?"
"I was. I just hoped Dwayne could still take you."
"Take me?" laughed Fiona. "Take me?"
"Yeah."
"You're a fool," said Fiona coldly and turned away. "I took Dwayne completely. He would have been gone beyond recall if you hadn't brought him back for that second. How did you do it?"
"I've known Dwayne for a long time, I guess."
Fiona sighed and tilted her head back and swayed it from side to side, relieving herself of a crick in her neck as she exhaled slowly. Marko saw his chance and knew he wouldn't get another one just like it. Lunging forward, Marko grabbed Fiona around the waist with one arm and with the other he ripped the necklace from the smooth curve of her neck. The beads popped apart and bounced all over the sheets like droplets of black blood and spilled on the floor. Fiona screamed and flailed wildly, her arms flying out to strike anything in sight. Marko drove her face down on top of David and the bed, roughly struggling to draw her hair away from her neck. Fiona's claw-like nails scratched at his arms and at David, raking a gash in his bare chest like a tiger's paw would, as Marko finally got near enough to the back of Fiona's neck to bite her. David woke suddenly and groggily took in the sight before him: Fiona sprawled out across his stomach with Marko on her back, trying to keep hold of her as she struggled to get free, a keening wail escaping her lungs as her power drained into Marko bit by bit. He raised his head and looked at David, panting with the effort.
"David," he gasped and pressed at Fiona's neck with one hand to keep her still, "She's yours, David."
David nodded sharply. "Thank you."
With a strength that surprised Fiona and horrified her, David flipped her over onto her back and held her down with a hand around her neck. Marko paused and stared for a moment.
"Should I..." he began hesitantly.
"Feed, Marko," ordered David. "Go out, feed, tell Paul and Dwayne they can too." Marko still hesitated. "LEAVE!" roared David.
The moment Marko was gone Fiona kicked out and managed to free herself from under David's hands and squirmed just out of his reach. "You're still chained!" she taunted merrily. "You can't get to me, you bastard, I'm still your mistress!"
"Where are the keys?" demanded David, twisting in the confines of the chains, just long enough to give him some movement but not long enough for him to free himself.
"I won't tell you," snapped Fiona. "You can't get to them in time anyway. Marko's gone."
David laughed coldly. "You're still here," he said hungrily and made one last desperate lunge. With a terrible cracking and shooting noise the bedpost David's feet were chained to began to break. He kicked at it, kicked again and again until it toppled over. Fiona stood stonily still as all her plans broke as well. David drew his feet up until the rings that were slid over the posts flew free and David was left with chains hanging from each ankle. He swiftly pivoted in the bed and kicked out at Fiona. The chain whipped around and caught her behind the back. She cried out and fell forward onto the bed, trying to crawl back away but David was too fast. He pinned her down with an elbow on her chest and a knee on her thighs, bending down over her, looming, until finally pierced her neck with his teeth. He was hungry, so hungry. The blood Marko gave him from his veins hadn't been nearly enough to keep him full and strong, and now here was Fiona, so full of all the blood of the Boys. He drank deeply, eagerly and slowly Fiona went limp so he didn't need to hold her down. She was pliant in his hands now, and with each lap of blood he took Fiona drank in air, desperately, like she couldn't get enough of it. Her blood was singing through her veins, escaping, pulsing faster and faster and hotter with each second and each breath she took. She trembled all over, her muscles twinged as the blood left them bare and dry and finally she arched her back and, rather than acknowledge any feeling, bit down hard on her lip until blood spilled over her tongue sweetly. David released her and sat back.
"Sister," he said softly, tilting his head and smiling wickedly.
"Bastard," gasped Fiona. David laughed and looked down at the scratches Fiona had made on his chest with a kind of detached curiosity, then he smiled.
"Drink," he commanded. Fiona glared at him but said nothing and didn't move. "It's a bit traditional, don't you think? Dracula and Mina. Drink, Fiona."
Fiona slowly raised herself up onto her elbows and stared at David's bare chest where the lacerations were, wincing as she straightened out her bruised lower back. She felt David's eyes on her as she brought her face close to his chest and finally put her tongue out to lap at the smears of blood between the wounds. Her tongue gently moved in circles over the skin and finally she drank from the scrape. David bent down and took her face in his hands and brought her up to meet him face to face.
"You fool," said David softly. "Foolish sister. You'll never take the pack from me."
Fiona coughed and licked blood away from her lips. "Fuck you."
David gave her a strange look and then pressed his lips to hers, tasting the mingling of her blood from her lip and his. Slowly, his hands still chained, he forced her back down on the bed and eased on top of her. "You'll never lead the Lost Boys, Wendy" he whispered just before he bit her again.