Authors note: I do apologize for the very long hiatus. All I can say is I am sorry. Life is a treacherous bitch and always seems to get in the way. I will try to do better and post more often. What I won't do is make a promise that I can't keep. I can tell you this, I will complete the story. But when I will update new chapters remains to be seen. I am hoping to update next week, but don't quote me on that, LOL.
Chapter 9
EPOV
Everything is chaotic, my Sol has created a vortex of commotion among the patrons. In all the pandemonium, I can sneak away dragging Compton down to the basement. While Pam and the rest the supernatural staff handle the disarray. I open the door and launch him down the steps watching in delight as his body collides with several steps earning groans of pain. It is evident by the way he lands sprawled out on the concrete below that his neck is broken. Sadly, he will recover I step over his lifeless form kicking him for good measure. I go over to my work bench, it is to my understanding that human males often have work benches. To hold their many tools of carpentry and handy devices to fix that, that has been broken. My work bench also holds tools however my utensils are used to break things. Such as bones and the wills of those under interrogation, who disobey my rules or simply piss me off. And this troglodyte, has done so in spades. He could've derailed the entire "Vampire Independence" campaign before it even started. Just by being the spastic dipshit that he is.
I look at the items that I could use to educate the fuckface, but I choose only one. I quickly don on leather gloves and attach Compton to the silver manacles hanging in the center of the room. When I hear him beginning to stir, he hisses as the silver burns his skins.
"What is the meaning of this?" he asks with coarse voice. Clearly still recovering from the earlier damage I inflicted.
"Do you have any idea the mess you caused, by dropping fang in the middle of a club filled with humans!" I snarled punching him in the face with the silver-plated brass knuckles, I chose. Completely shattering his jaw and sending blood to splatter on my face and clothes. I don't need for him to speak right now, only listen.
"Because of you, we are on lock down. Glamouring all the humans. That means." I punctuated the statement with a blow to gut breaking several ribs. The silver easily cutting through his skin and flesh like a hot knife through butter. "No humans are working, so; no humans inside are spending money; No humans outside can get in to spend money." Another blow to the gut breaking the remainder of his ribs. "Which means I am losing money, and I don't like losing money!" I ended my tirade with a punch square on to the face, demolishing all the bones incased there.
"If you cannot handle yourself around exotic and naked women, I will be forced to dispel you from my area. And don't bother yourself with filing a complaint to the queen about mistreatment. Because, I will happily inform her that I had to punish you for prematurely exposing yourself in front of humans."
The look of fear in his eyes through his pulverized face, did not escape me. While I can be creative when need be and for the most part I am…. very creative. Though tonight was all about making a simple point, inflicting a lot of pain and having a little fun in the process. But Andre on the other hand, the queen's oldest child and her second is a sick little fuck. He doles out the punishments for the queen, and his punishments border on the verge of insanity and sadistic.
"You know Compton, I can be a very reasonable vampire, but when pushed reason is no longer a factor. You come into my area, into my establishment with some ill-conceived chip on your shoulder and delusions of grandeur instilled by the queen. I distinctly remember telling you not a mere three hours ago. How many flying fucks I give about your supposed station and the real reason you are here. But I thought I made myself clear as to the expectations I demand. There will be not further incidents such as this or you will be introduced to my very creative side." I say very close to his ear, ripping it off and being rewarded with a gargle of pain. "Do I make myself clear, nod if you understand?" I say throwing the ear to the floor watching it turn into sludge.
He gave a quick nod, barely recognizable with the damage done to his face and head. I go to my work bench removing the knuckles and gloves. "Now I'm going to leave you to recover and think of the situation you put yourself in. I'll send Pam later to relieve you." Another glimpse of fear reaches his eyes. I chuckle, as I make my way upstairs. He should be afraid, he knows that Pam detests him and will savor the opportunity to cause harm to his person.
My Pamela loves to play what she calls "Dungeons and Dragons", she is the dragon of course that tortures and devours the captives in the dungeon. And for what she gave me tonight this will be only one of the many treats I will bestow upon her.
"What the fuck was that?" my child asks as she follows me into my office. After I left the broken and blooded Compton.
"Honestly, I don't know". I respond, "I have never seen or experienced anything like it before."
I begin to discard my bloody clothing. "Could she be a siren?" my child asks.
"There is definitely an allure, the entire club was in a trance. But as I said, I don't know. Her scent is vaguely familiar and yet at the same time completely unique. What do you know about her?" I ask.
"Well her obvious sweet smell stood out from the beginning. But other than that, she seems to be your average run of the mill country bumpkin. As you can see she is pretty but not amazingly so." My child says as she sits on the edge of my desk.
"She is anything but run of the mill!" I state matter of factually
My child seems to think a little more on the subject, "When she first started, she often reeked of old grease, fried food and shifter; much like Dawn used to." She said the word shifter with as much distain as possible, as she should. They are mongrels at best. She continued, "From my understanding they are from the same little town. But the fancy man would know more, he did hire her of course".
"Yes, well I want to know everything about her." I said grabbing things for my shower. "You are dismissed, I am going to wash the smell of pathetic off me. By the way I left you a present down in the basement. You are permitted to play a little before releasing him."
"Yippee!" My child exclaims, using another absurd human idiom clapping her hands together and vamping out of the door. I shake my head as I head to the showers. Through my office there is a secret door that connects to the employee lounge. So that I can bypass the hall way that leads to the locker room.
The cold spray hits my skin as I attempt to will away the rock-hard formation that is my penis. But to no avail, my mind wonders back to her, my sultry temptress. I hate being honest in the fact, even if it is to myself that I was taken by surprise. Not to mention, not knowing who or what she could be. Because a mere human, she is not; the possibilities are endless. I have walked this earth for over a millennia and never have I ever come so close to losing control like I did this night. In retrospect punishing Compton for his actions. Technically was a tad excessive, due to his age control would be fleeting when presented with such temptation. But he doesn't have to know that. Plus, the dipstick needed to be knocked down a few pegs.
The most daunting aspect of tonight is I find myself wanting to lose control, to experience that euphoria that she caused over and over again. I begin to stroke myself as I relive those precious moments witnessing pure perfection. The curve of her ass, the bountiful firmness of her breasts. The way her body moved in rhythm to the beat. I can just see in my mind's eye, her plump and luscious lips wrapped around my cock. As I taste the sweet nectar of her ambrosia as she settles on my face. I began to cum, as I hear voices in the locker room to stifle the roar that demands to accompany my release. I smash my hand through the tile wall. I will have it repaired by tomorrow.
I quickly rinse off and step out of the shower, listening to the conversation in the locker room. I peer out the small square of glass. Apparently, my Sol has garnered yet another admirer. I am however, pleased to see that she is not as gullible and easily charmed by Aiden's antics. Such as the rest of the human female population. She is affronted by his display. A modest woman in this day and age, will wonders never cease. Even though she is clearly slighted by Aiden's actions she still holds a blush to skin, I wonder if it goes all the way down. Well it's no time like the present to find out. As Aiden makes his exit out of the locker room and the other human woman quickly defends him and chastises my Sol.
I grab a towel, barely hanging it around my waist and step out of the bathroom. I was right; her blush travels all the way down. Her face, neck and breast are a tantalizing shade of dark pink and her chest is heaving as if she is out of breath. I smirk as I love the affect I have on the fairer sex. Well to be honest I have this affect on both sexes. Be that as it may the lust in her eyes enticing.
I smirk and ask, "See something you like?". I immediately recognize my folly when she scowls, grabs her things and stomps into the women's bathroom.
