~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Finally, Part II!! Now this is where the story/fic is going to get REALLY serious and depressing, like I said it would, and don't say I didn't warn you. Anyway, to make things clear, D's in "Bloodlust right now, but I'll use a couple chapters to be dedicated to him because this is in the D category of this place, and I need him for a couple things. Anyway, this is going to be mainly about Inga and her little "adventure with her vampire captives. I'm going to warn you all right now, this is really serious here, and you most likely will cry, or be shocked, or completely horrified. I cried when I re-read it. It's now going to be a whole new level of intensity. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

Chapter 1

Inga slowly opened her eyes and found herself in an old, dark room. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness encasing her, she discovered she was in a small, dungeon type room. Her hands were shackled above her head and her ankles were shackled against the wall.
Inga looked around at her new surroundings and surveyed her environment. A table, located a good distance from her, showed off a series of needles and vials, each containing a red liquid. On the farthest side of the table was a metal door. That was the extent of the decoration on that side. On the other side there was an identical door. Inga had no idea where it could possibly lead. The dungeon itself was made of stone, and it was dank and musty, but not to the point of suffocation because vampires had a keen sense of smell themselves.
Inga closed her eyes once more and leaned her head back against the cold, stone wall behind her. Her head was still spinning and she felt very faint. The metal door by the table creaked open, the sound filling the quiet room. The sound of boot heels clicking on stone floors echoed throughout her brain and gave her a headache. However, she turned her head towards the sound.
Her eyes focused on the face of a vampire. He was beautiful, like them all, with his perfect face and body. This hair and eyes were the color f blood, and they gave away his true nature of the inherited bloodlust.
"Have a nice sleep?" he asked Inga sarcastically.
"Inga looked away and said nothing. She did not feel like speaking to him. It was vampires like him that absolutely disgusted her.
"How absolutely adorable," he continued with a fanged grin. "She's grouchy and doesn't want to talk. I guess she didn't sleep so well."
The other vampires that had entered the room laughed with the red- haired one. However, Inga continued to show no reaction. She was too tired to deal with vampires of this nature.
"Not a good night?" the vampire continued to taunt. "How dreadful. Well, I'm sorry I had to ruin your sleep, but I'm going to make a deal with you. If you'll be nice to me, I'll be nice to you, and we'll all be happy."
Inga did nothing.
"Still won't talk. My, you're a stubborn one, but that's so much fun. You do know that your dunpeal won't be saving you. You can call for him all you like, but he'll never hear you. See, we decided to block any psychic contact between you two. You now belong to us."
Inga did not react, but she heard every word he said. It was probably true that the vampires blocked any link between her and D, and they probably did more, but she would keep trying. She knew her own sanity would depend on it.
However, the vampires were getting agitated with her lack of expression. They were skeptical if they were even listening to him.
"Is she even awake, Carmen?" one of the vampires asked the red-haired one.
"She is," Carmen replied. "But this is annoying me now."
Carmen grabbed Inga's chin and forced her to look into his blood red eyes. Her violet ones remained emotionless and defiant, and Carmen became angry, his eyes showing it clearly to her.
"I should warn you," Carmen began in a whisper, "that I'm not very patient. I hope you'll learn to deliver very soon, or I'm going to get very angry."
He released her jaw and Inga's head bounced against the wall, making her head ache even worse. She had no choice. She had to talk now.
"You'll be a real treat," Carmen taunted again.
"She better be," a different vampire retorted. "It's not as fun if they don't fight."
All the vampires started laughing, and Inga faced their laughing faces, her violet eyes sweeping the crowd till she found the vampire with a wounded hand, part of her handiwork.
"I hope I didn't bite you too hard," Inga taunted to him.
The vampire glared at her.
"I should have taken your hand off though," she continued. "It's not like you're very good at using it anyway."
The vampire growled and lunged for Inga, but Carmen stopped him and threw him into the other wall.
He turned to Inga. "That wasn't very nice."
"So?" Inga replied mockingly. "At least I'm not trying to be the big guy that I can't be."
Carmen clenched his fists, but he restrained himself. He would get her back.
"You'll be begging me to take you and that body of yours before I even start anything," Carmen bragged.
"I don't beg," she replied coldly. "It would take a few centuries before I would even consider the notion of begging to a peasant like you."
That set Carmen off, and he backhanded her hard before ripping the clothes off her. Inga struggled, but she was too weak to do anything. He pulled down his pants and forced her legs open, and the pain began.
Inga screamed as each vampire raped her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as a searing pain enveloped her entire body. She screamed D's name, aloud and with her mind, but there was no D to save her, nor would there be. She was alone.
Inga did no know how long it had been, but what she knew that the only thing holding her up were her shackled wrists. Her entire body was bruised and bleeding. Her head leaned against her arm. She was too tired to even consider lifting it up, but she had to do one last thing before she could rest.
"Spirits of life, I ask for a favor," she chanted in a whisper. "Spirits of death, I have something for you to take. If a creature was created inside me today, take it from me, and save I from life."
Inga gritted her teeth as her body went into contraction as if she was in labor. It did not last long, and the blood gushed from her, and it was done. The pain of her body and the stinging pain of her cut and bleeding wrists was gone, and there was only the numb, unfeeling darkness.
Her world became black and silent.