((Author's note: I'm sorry it took me so long!! Don't hate me! –commits seppuku- Anyway, this chapter isn't for the weak of stomach. It has a dark lemon so be warned. Its essential to the story! I have not choice! Blame my mind...-looks around all paranoid like-))

((Disclaimer: See whichever chapter that I had it on))

Ch. 4 Punishment

The vampire grinned wickedly, parting his sick black lips to reveal putrid yellow fangs stained with her blood, small rivers of crimson flowing down his pale white chin to drip onto the wet sand. Bulma pushed back the throbbing pain washing throughout her body and glared up at him with her sapphire eyes, hiding her fear deep inside, away from prying eyes. She would not show him her fear although it threatened to clog her throat and had entrenched itself tightly around her heart. She spat at his feet and looked fiercely up at him, rebellion evident in her very posture.

"Why don't you kill me and get it over with, buddy!?

The vampire's smile died on his face as he saw the defiance in her eyes. He let out a screech of pure rage and leapt over to where she was laying. He brought up his thin ghastly hand and slammed it across her cheek, his long sharp nails raking over her soft skin like claws, forming four long red ribbons of blood over her cheekbone and jaw. She cried out in pain, the poison of his long jagged nails seeping into the cut, making it burn excruciatingly. His black merciless eyes raged at her, glowing red with retribution. So she wanted to play dirty did she? Soon his scowl died down and another wide hideous grin formed on his depraved lips, and evil laugh hissing through his bared teeth.

"Not so brave and tough, now, are you Girl? Like I said, we are not finished, not by far...' He moved closer to her, towering over her frail body as his shadow seemed to blanket her small form. "...by the time I am finished with you, you will beg me for death. But even then I will not grant it. I will teach you the true meaning of pain..." With that he reached down and tore open the top of her dirty orange dress, the material ripping into several strips as he tore at it with his jagged nails, grazing her soft skin with cuts.

She immediately started struggling wildly against his stronger body, her fists thudding against his chest, his face, anything she could reach. Her voice was a shriek of rage as she screamed at him. "What the hell are you doing!!? Stop!!"

He laughed wickedly at her livid words, at the tone of desperation that ran almost hidden beneath the defiant anger. "I am merely punishing you, my dear, for your impudence." He hissed the words against her cheek, his hot putrid breath stirring the blue trendils of her hair and causing her stomach to roll and knot in rebellion. His foul lips crushed down onto her full ones in a bruising kiss, making her struggle even more ferociously for freedom from his strength.

Bulma let out a series of shrill screams, her limbs straining to push him off of her much smaller body. Her nails clawed at his face, her fisted palms pounding against the immense expanse of his pale chest that gaped from his unbuttoned shirt, even as she called desperately for someone, anyone to help her, to save her from the fate she knew was about to come.

The vampire let out a feral growl, crimson swirling in the black depths of his merciless eyes, rippling over the dark irises like fire consuming black coal. With crushing strength he seized her struggling arms and pinned them above her head, the force of his grip sending shards of pain racing through her broken wrist. She let out a gasp of pain, the sound making a twisted smile form on his blackened lips, baring his bloodstained fangs to her terrified gaze. Her body continued to struggle, kicking and screaming, even as he released his aching body from the confines of his pants. His free hand pinned her hips still for his invasion, his long sharp nails digging into her soft flesh even as he nudged his knee between her resisting thighs with bruising force, leaving her body open and vulnerable to his demented perversions.

Her sapphire eyes widened even more with terror, desperate pleas shrieking through her mind for someone to save her. She tried to heave him off of her body with her own, her legs kicking the backs of his thighs but it was impossible being held as vulnerable as she was.

The vampire shifted his hips back then surged forward into her tight hot sheath, the force tearing at the walls of her feminine passage. She cried out in excruciating pain, tears falling down her face as she squeezed her eyes shut. His shaft was large and her body unwilling to receive any tainted part him. Low warning hisses and growls issued from his throat as he pounded into her small tight body, his cruel laughter grating on her ears as he basked in her suffering, in the writhing of her frail body. He buried himself even harder inside of her, ripping through her reluctant feminine sheath and stretching her, the force making her whimper and scream in pain as the tears streamed down from her eyes. She struggled more wildly and his jagged nails bit deeper into her hip, scraping and tearing at her exposed flesh leaving ribbons of crimson blood. He bit into her neck savagely, the raw torn flesh already burning with his poisonous saliva. He drew on her blood, feeding off of her as he took her body for his own pleasure, seeking domination over her struggling form.

Bulma cried out at the sharp consuming pain of his teeth sinking into the torn burning flesh of her neck, his tainted saliva burning at her skin. Her vision started to blur into darkness, the pain slurring together as her movements became more sluggish. She felt his body shudder at the peek of his twisted pleasure, his contaminated seed spilling itself into her torn, burning feminine sheath.

He raised his head from her neck, not bothering to close the wound as rivers of blood rolled down her neck to drip onto the wet sand. She heard him curse in that shrill voice that raked over her ears as she started to fade out of reality, the black void of unconsciousness coming to claim her. Perhaps it was death. He bit into his wrist and forced it to her mouth, the tainted liquid scorching her throat as he made her swallow. She struggled against him, trying to spit out the atrocious fluid but he stroked her throat, forcing her to swallow convulsively.

A voice sounding oddly familiar came from the entrance of the cave, deep and insistent. The vampire wretched his hand away as his head snapped up at the sound, a mask of rage and annoyance evident there, and closed the wound with a flick of his snake-like tongue, not nearly having replaced the amount of blood she had lost. She felt a strange lethargy steal over her body, drifting on a sea of pain. Her head lolled to the side, her vision blurring as she looked toward the entrance of the cave. She could barely make out the shape of a man faintly glowing with golden light before the blackness consumed her.