I AM SO SORRY TO KEEP YOU GUYS WAITING!!! I have been busy with school work it wasn't even funny! I hope you guys can forgive my delays, and I hope this chapter will help out. By the way, the lyrics to the song is called Diva's Song from the animated series Blood +. I thought about it and and discuss it with my friend, Phoenix Tears25, it was a good song to use. Listen to it and read it along this chapter you'll love it its soo sad.
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Chapter Twenty-seven:
Tempted by Lust
"Lust, it is one of the seven deadly sins…An intense desire, a darker side of love."
"Boris wants to see you right away in his study room fledgling. You better go right now or else you can suffer the consequence of disobeying the elder!"
Jess fast walks down the hall that lead to Boris' study room. What would Boris want from her this time? Although this was her third time going into his study room, she hasn't done anything rebellious or even gone into trouble such as entering into the Black Rose territory. The first time was of course Brooklyn being to blame for her actions to kill an innocent child, since she refuses to drink blood. And the second time was Brooklyn approving her that she is now fully ready to serve for Blood Trillium.
Unlike the first couple of times she has been in the room, it was the first time going in alone.
Passing many doors and paintings, along the way, Jess couldn't stop and take a glimpse of these ancient arts.
Reaching to the doors of his study room, a tinge of nervousness came over her. It was a burden to her after she saw the door, but knock a few times with her pale knuckles softly. A moment of silence came after the knocks, but a rough voice begins to reply.
"Who is there?"
"It is Jess… the fledgling," she answered.
Foot steps head towards the door, and Jess took a step back; as the door was unlock to reveal Boris. His eyes, gazes at the one below him, the one he was expecting to see.
Opening the door fully, he moves aside and with one arm he extended it into the room.
"Come in," he added, "and take a seat."
She could only obey, as she enters into his study room. Each of her steps was heavy, as she got her entire body in.
As she heads down to the chair in front of the desk, Boris secretly, without her hearing locks the door. A key in silver was brought out of the key-hole, and place into his pocket of his jacket.
'She won't be able to get out, after I get what I want,' Boris thought.
Boris heads to his chair, as he took note of Jess's clothing. She was wearing a light-blue, off-the-shoulders sweater, revealing the flesh of her shoulders, but mostly her neck. Black pants, loose but fits her thighs perfect as its second skin, and white running shoes.
His eyes saw her soft pale neck, but quickly ignores it was he took his seat behind his desk, his chair turns so that she was looking at the back of the chair before he begin to speak.
"Since you are living and serving Blood Trillium," he began, "you must know there are rules to follow…"
Jess had already heard the rule before from Ming-Ming. There were some expectations for her at a low rank of the vampire community. So why was he telling her this again? On the other hand, she knew that he's the elder of the clan so it was better to shut it, and listen to him for what he has to say.
"Since you begin at a rank of fledglings, you must know what you have to follow and be restricted. The rules that apply to you are: No hunting outside of Blood Trillium. You must not be using, witnessing or learning defense. Lastly as a member of Blood Trillium, you must never leave the clan since you are inexperienced and overall received the mark or our name."
Boris paused for a few moments, as he saw the night sky behind the window that has blinds partly covering the window. He knew she was listening to every word, which was a good thing that she is obedient. He then continued to get to his point.
"As you stay at Blood Trillium, there is a lot of work for a fledgling, mostly the chores that you have been doing for months. But as you advance up in the ranks more jobs, as well freedom will be given. Last, and simply not least you must respect and obey every one who is above your stats. Communication, greetings, and interaction are only permitted whether the older one allows you to speak or when you reach at a rank with good sense of respect towards the other vampires here. Do you know why you are here?"
"No," Jess answered, "I do not know."
"Apparently, although this rule isn't official by the laws of Kouichi, many of us tend to follow it, that fraternizing with older vampires isn't acceptable to younger vampires. From what I recall, I saw something that show how this "invisible" law was broken. I saw someone, embracing this other person, at a distance… It turns out that I saw you bring embraced by the one which I thought would never broken the rules, overall my heir to the clan; Brooklyn. You have been interacting with him for the past few days after I have seen you too at the garden."
Jess couldn't believe what her ears were hearing. Boris has seen her and Brooklyn together. But not just once, but the times that she and Brooklyn were dating, some time after Brooklyn knew that she cried of Jylz's death. Does he know that she loves Brooklyn? She feared of their secret love to be shattered as he could tell if they loved each other.
"Can you explain to me why Brooklyn is fraternizing with you?" he demanded.
Jess didn't know what to say, she doesn't want to let him know that she loves Brooklyn, as Brooklyn loves her back. She has to make up something; a lie to protect this secret.
"Well?!"
"I have no clue," Jess lied, "It's not my fault that Brooklyn is paying attention to me."
"Then why does he give his attention to you?!" He turns his chair to see her reaction, to his command.
Jess could only bite her lip gently, and turn her head away, so she wouldn't see Boris. From the bottom of her heart she knew the reason and why, but she must hold her tongue preventing anyone to be hurt, but mostly to get herself hurt.
Observing from his view, Boris thought he have hit a nerve. With this reaction, he suggests himself to tell her his reasons. He stands up as he observes the window, his fingers pull down the blinds gently to get a better view outside.
He then explains…
"Well from my view, I believe it's understanding to why Brooklyn pays attention to you only and not the other females here, who were older than you. I have been comparing them to you, from hobbies, likes, dislikes, and overall appearance. Thus my thought had come to an answer. I ponder my answer, and it can also be the reason to why Brooklyn has changed you with his scent all over you. You are pure; undefiled; unmixed; fresh; untouchable; and innocent. All of the definitions that make you of interest to Brooklyn, because you are as many people would say a virgin."
Her eyes widen in shock, but in confusion.
'How does my virginity be the reason to why Brooklyn is paying attention to me,' she thought.
"I see that you are bewildered of this reason," Boris said, "yet, you aren't convinced about it. Have you ever thought the way Brooklyn sees you through his eyes?"
He began to walk towards Jess, as she wonders why Boris thinks of it to be the reason.
"The eyes that burn bright in desire for your purity… The way he holds you like you are his treasure, his prize-"
Boris was behind Jess, and places his cold hands on her bare shoulders. Jess flinches of the sudden touch. "To have him feeling your soft, delicate, snow skin with his fingers, wondering and visioning your body pure without the clothes to cover the innocence."
Her mind begins to race of nervousness, fear, and panic. Her breathing was shallow and fast pace. Boris stokes any bare skin exposed from her. Feeling it as it was what he described. A burning desire was beginning to form in his dark heart.
"And your scent," he said, as he gently moved some of her dark-brown hair to reveal her small neck. He caresses it as chills went down Jess's spine. "Irresistible… Tempting…"
He licks his lips; the scent of her was overwhelming him.
"Why are you wasting your time with Brooklyn? Out of all of the powerful vampires, how about if you could have me?" he asked seductively.
'Run away Jess...' a voice in her head replied, 'while you have the chance. Don't let him seduce you for his pleasures…'
He leans into her ear, in a soft but lustful voice, "I want to show you how a vampire loves."
'Run!!!!'
It was quick, as Jess spins around to face Boris, her eyes of fear and terror. She was backing up, till she was against the edge of his desk. His smiled at her his fangs revealing from his lips, a lustful look in his eyes.
She wouldn't be dared to be in love with this creature. She had to get out of here; the door was the only way out.
She went around Boris, as she heads to the door. Her hand was reaching for the knob, as she twists to open it up. Half-way, it moves no more.
'What?!' Jess thoughts came. She tries to open the door again, but it didn't allow her…
She was locked-in.
She was trapped.
Boris didn't even turn around; he knew that he have locked her in from the beginning. He said to himself before that he wasn't letting her out of the room after he gets what he wants.
He turns to see the frighten female in front of him as he head towards her.
Jess didn't know that Boris was heading towards her, as she struggle against the door knob to get the door open. To allow her out from this room, a room that became her trap; she was the mouse that has been caught.
'Wait, someone could pass by...' she thought, 'if I can get their attention they'll call for help. Oh, please be help!'
Her hand turns into a fist, as her hit the door. Once, twice and three times…continuing on, hoping someone would hear it. Her voice cannot speak as the terror going on was frightening her to say anything.
Her mind went racing and panic rise dramatically. A shadow then covers her, consuming her into darkness. She turns to see Boris just near to grasp her; she was scared to what may happen to her.
The only thing she could do, before Boris had a chance to do so, was bang the door a few times, and let out a scream. The scream came into a choke cry, unable to go through the doors.
Boris grabs her wrist, spins her around and forces her back against the wall. His unoccupied, rough hand covers her mouth to silence her. Her fear on her face gave Boris satisfaction.
Leaning in, he tells her, "Screaming won't help you at all, my precious kitten."
He let his hand let go of her mouth, leaving his index finger on her soft lips. He begins tracing her lips, as he moves his finger, feeling the soft texture; a dark desire to kiss her lustfully.
However Jess had a quick reaction, a feisty one as she bit his finger with one of her fangs.
He hisses in pain as he withdraws his finger to observe the small cut she has made. A small of pearl blood escape his flesh as it drip down his finger. The wound lasted a few seconds before it healed itself without scar. His eyes were at anger as he sees Jess backed up against the doors.
Jess taste the blood, it was disgusting. Never mind the copper-flavor, but it tasted like tar. How did he even get his blood to be taste so nasty? Her eyes in fear of Boris' action cause Jess to make a decision.
She tries to run from Boris, but he grabs her by the shoulders, and slams her against the wall. He nails dig deep in her flesh, as she closes her eyes and grit her teeth from the pain. He lifts her up so that her face could see his eyes that rage and burn.
"You should never do that child! To do a move like that will give you punishment. I suggest that you don't do it again or you'll face the wrath of a vampire!"
Boris drops Jess to the floor; she clutches both her shoulders and rubs them to relax the pain, as her eyes stare to see that Boris pulls out a small silver key. Letting the key into the keyhole, he twists it, to unlock the doors that would have led to Jess's freedom.
Gently pushing the doors open, his hand extends out to her freedom. She was allowed to go. Pulling her-self up by her two feet she quietly walks to the door. Scared and horrified of the events that happened so fast and brutal.
Before taking a step outside of the study room, Boris holds one of her arms. He pulls her back so he would lean in to whisper something to her ear.
"Never mention this to anybody of what happened…"
A start of a vivid nightmare…
He lets go of her, as she hurries off down the hall. The sound of the door went shut, as she didn't care as long as she was out of that hellish event. Once she feels she has gone far enough she supports herself against the wall, panting for breath. Her eyes in spook of what he was trying to do…
She wishes it was all just a dream…
…but it didn't…
…it continues on.
The throne room was empty, and Boris sits on his chair of royalty. He waits for someone to whom he was hoping to see; the fledgling. He even sends someone to inform her that she must come immediately to the throne room.
That was the easy part. The other part to get his plan to work was to make sure everyone wasn't in the throne room at the time she would be arriving. He told those who were usually in the throne room for training that they are allow having a day off, for their excellent effort.
He even assigned Brooklyn for a few errands, to keep him out of Blood Trillium for a while.
His thoughts were broken off as he heard the doors open. Footsteps were heard, and a person was walking toward the throne.
Boris had a smile on his face, as Jess headed toward him. She stopped a few feet from the dais. Her head turn away from his eye contact.
She didn't know why he wanted her here. She didn't even want to be there, but it's all because of the tradition here that she must obey, or else punishment will be in place. To be with a bastard who made her uncomfortable, with his touch and voice of seduction.
Jess then realized that they were all alone; there is no one in the throne room. This was strange, and yet to her scared, because no one will see or hear her for any help.
Footsteps were heard, as she then senses that Boris was in front of her.
He lifts her chin, as Jess felt a shockwave from his cold hand. His eyes pierce their gaze on Jess; blood-red against crystal blue.
She thought of what is Boris trying to do. Hypnotize her? Or reading her thoughts?
Her thoughts broke off, from Boris letting go of her chin. Taking a few steps away from her, he halts and turns to see her eyes again. He lifts his hand up, and moves only his index and middle finger together in unison.
"Come," he demanded. He wanted Jess to follow him, but where?
Her fear became her only emotion, for she does not know what will become of her if she follows. Taking only one step away from her, her left hand grasp on her right arm and turn her head away from his dark gaze. She feels like a wounded soldier in battle.
"Do you want me to make you come here?!" he threatened.
Jess winces… she has to obey. Or else, the next time he tells her, she feels it would be through physical aggressiveness.
Gaining herself over her fear, she walks quietly towards Boris. Boris turns his back against her, and continues to the right corner of the throne room, and away from the entrance door, as Jess noted that there is a door that she never saw.
He grasps in his pocket a set of seven keys, as he picked out one key; a bit rusted than all of the others.
Inserting it in the key hole, it took one twist before the door was opened to reveal a hallway.
Jess observes the hallway; it would have been completely dark, if it weren't for the candles lit faintly along the walls, thanks to the sconces.
"Ladies first," Boris said, he moved aside for Jess to go in. This was irony in here.
She took a step forward into the hall; she really had a bad feeling for this. Then she continues down a few steps before the light from the throne room was shut. Boris closes the door, and locks it up.
Jess quickly turns around, but it gave her fright to see blood eyes glowing. This was freaking her out.
"Keep moving," Boris demanded, and Jess responded by walking down.
He knew this was part of his plan. He knew that if she were to be behind him, she would dare to try an escape. Too bad that even if she did dare to get out, the door was locked. Even as a precautious, he hunted so that the temptation wouldn't go strong.
They both continued their walking; their footsteps were the only sound makers to prevent it to be dead silence.
Cold chills went past by her though; no wind came from the halls. Jess crosses her arms, to help her keep warm. She knows Boris was staring at her as he walks, making sure she was heading to where he expects her to go. Her eyes went forward, as she notices the end of the hall was here.
It was then that Boris clasps at her shoulder stopping her, as they were both here.
Jess turns to see a door, dark burgundy color, with a silver door handle. Boris, with his set of keys, unlocks the door with a key made of a silver metal; its torque a diamond shape.
The door opens to reveal a room, but as Boris motions Jess to go in, if she were a human, her heart would have skipped a beat. This was his private chamber.
Like the hallway, the candles were only the light sources in his room. They hang from the sconces on the walls, some on the candlesticks of a bookshelf, and others on the bed side tables. Some have been light up new, as other are short, and mountains of melted waxes rolled dryly on the candle.
The room, as she gazes at it seems to scare her more than ever. What is Boris trying to do anyway? This was really scary enough.
The bed was a large four-post, king-size, with blood-red satin sheets, and large feather pillows; locating at the right wall. Two chestnut-brown bedside tables were on both sides of the bed. A few candles were lit on a glass tray on both of the bedside tables. There was a black trunk in front of the bed, unknown to what it has inside.
The opposite wall from the door, shows hung pictures of dark landscapes. There was one, long bookshelf, containing three rows of books, many that Jess never heard of in her life. The top of the book-shelve has a group of eight candles clutter together.
For the left wall of his room, near the corner to the opposite wall is a door, same color as the door she has entered. However, the opposite end of the left wall there's a table, a glass pitcher, a wine goblet, and a few more candles were on top of it. The pitcher held a quarter of dark red liquid; blood, he must had a drink before she was called down to see him. There is a chair tucked in; both of the table and chair was too made of chestnut-brown.
The walls were wainscot, of dark-umber, and the paint of the other half were wine colored. The floor was carpeted in black.
Boris entered in the room, and closing the door behind him. He was so close to his plan; to break her spirit, but overall her virginity.
"Take a seat," he tells her. Jess didn't know where to sit; either on the chair or on the bed. At first she walks to the left side to take the chair, but Boris grabs her arm, and pushes her to the bed. Jess who is scare in fright backs away from Boris and sits on the edge of the bed. The comfort of the mattress didn't help her, as she isn't sure what is going on.
Boris headed to the door on the left wall, opening it and entering in the darkness.
She wraps her arms around herself, as she continues to feel chills going on in her. What is going on with her? She used to stand up for herself, when she was a human being, what happened to her? Now several months after being changed into a vampire some part of her seemed to be lost. It couldn't be her assertiveness, since she stood up to Ming-Ming and her posse, and to defend Jylz, while he was being bullied. Jess knew that it was something she experienced some time ago.
But what was it?
Her mind broke off, as something was tossed onto her lap. There were two pieces of clothing; one in red, the other in black.
Jess takes a look at Boris as he extends his hand to the door on the left wall. The door's open with only darkness inside.
"Go in there and be out here with the outfit given," he explained, "By the way, there are no windows for you to escape, so you have no choice."
Jess got up to her feet, carrying the clothes, and hurries to the door. She closes it as she got in, and to her wonder, this was a closet.
Each the two sides of the wall from her left and right, hold a row of his clothes. Most of them are in dark colors. She didn't need a light to see them, since she was gifted to see the darkest rooms. There was another door that was shut, but Jess didn't want to see what's behind it.
Her back against the door, as she slides down to the floor, her breath deep and shallow Jess didn't know what's going on.
The clothes that Boris gave her, was being clutched by her own hands. This outfit is what he expected for her to wear once she gets out of the closet. Curious to see what he wanted her to wear, she lifted them up, to see the designs.
Her expression was shock and in disbelief.
'Does he want me to be wearing these,' Jess thought.
She looks at the two pieces of clothing, thinking that Boris really is a pervert. The top was black halter, and draped, so if she wears it then it would form a cleavage to her breasts. The skirt was nothing better than the top as it was a red mini-flare. Did she have to wear it?
Jess could have stay in the closet, and not go out as she refuses to wear slut clothes. She then remembers that the door is unlocked, and she thought what if Boris barges in to see her not wearing it.
The thought scared her to death, which leaded Jess no choice.
Standing up, she begins to strip down her sweater and pants to be only in her bra and underwear. Her hands nervously shake as she removed her clothes bit by bit. She then retrieves the skimpy outfits, as she places them on her body. They feel more than a second skin to her than clothes. She regrets on wearing slip-on shoes and no socks this night
Now the thing that makes her afraid is entering back into his bedroom…
The door opens, as Boris perks up to see Jess come out from the room, but the room lay dark, and she didn't come out.
Patience wasn't something he holds for a long period of time, so he went in the room. Grabbing her arm, he drags her out of the room, and pushes her to the center of his chamber.
Jess regains her balance, before crossing her arms over her chest; her hands on her shoulders, forming an 'X'. She felt Boris' eyes stare at her like a vulture hovering below a piece of meat.
Boris smirks, and a fang slip out of his lips. Amaze to see her fit perfectly in the outfit chosen for this occasion.
He took several steps around her, seeing every detail of her body. Boris sees the curves of her legs; calves and thighs. Her hips and stomach shows a desirable hourglass. He notices her arms covering up her torso; a sense of insecurity rises in Jess.
Jess feeling him stare at that place she quickly turn around avoiding his eyes once more.
'If she wants to avoid my eyes, then I'll make her see my eyes…'
Taking a step around her, he strokes his index finger on her bare shoulder gliding down to her arm. Jess flinches at his icy touch, turning away from his fingertips.
Panic rises within her, as she flinches from his touch on her arms, and her bare waist. She didn't know what to do now. Feeling surrounded by something dark within the atmosphere. She's not sure what will happen to her next…
Then she senses something, and quickly turns around, but this was an opportunity for Boris. He shoves her so that her back is against the wall, and his hands were between her head.
His over 6 feet body towers her 5'5" frame, made her feel so small; a prey. Her eyes stare at his eyes, the glow was fading away, but they were sinister and full of lust. She felt terrified, that she turns her head away from him, but another bad mistake.
One of his hands took hold of her chin, tilting her head upward, as his other hand held on to her arm. He leans in toward her neck, the scent overwhelm him as he sniffs on her pale flesh.
"Ah… your blood sings to attract so much attention to vampires….especially for the males," Boris said. His breath on her neck made her breath heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Brooklyn must have been strong to resists biting you. It is curious to see how your blood tastes."
'Is he going to bite me?' she thought. She tries to struggle from his grip, to be free, however his strength was hard to move since he's a middle-age vampire; about 843 years, unlike her strength as an eighth-month old fledgling.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he added, "it just makes your blood bitter, than sweeter. As well struggling will make it worse; who knows, I may accidentally slip my fangs in your throat."
Jess stops, as she closes her eyes, unable to believe this night, she wishes it would be a nightmare, that she could wake up and be in peace. Too bad it wasn't a dream…
Boris smiles at his satisfaction to stop her…
'This seems easier than I thought,' his mind said, 'she is obeying me, this is good. I may have a chance to take it all in one night.'
He then opens his mouth to two large fangs, going closer into her neck….
Beep…..
Boris pulls his head back from Jess, as he turns to see the door that leads out of his chambers and into the throne room. The intercom has beeped a while ago. Taking hold of Jess, he heads to the intercom as he's going to respond to the call.
This gave Jess some hope…if someone was able to hear her scream, then they could come down and save her. She hoped it would be Brooklyn to save her from this nightmare.
As he was close to the intercom, Boris covers her mouth to keep her silent from the communication that will be going on soon. No one will know that she was here with him. Jess squirms, struggles, trying to make a sound to let loose from his grasp, only to get slam against the wall his hand covering her mouth still. Boris gave her a glare of daggers, which made her silent and hush.
Boris, with his free hand presses the response button on the intercom, and responded, "Yes…What is it?"
He releases the button, as a response came from the other side.
"The members have come back from the errands assigned to you," a voice replied from the other side, "They come to see you for their reports."
Pressing the response button again, Boris said, "I'll be in attendance…"
"Yes, sir…"
He stares back at Jess to then say to her, "I'll be out of the room for a bit, but I'll be back to where we left off."
Boris grabs Jess by the arm, and pushes her away with a strong force that she was knocked down to the carpeted floor. Recovering from the fall, she supports herself up with her two arms to turn to see Boris outside of the room.
"A word of advice, the intercom only works if the person on the other side activates it; so this will not work for your chance of freedom. And to make sure you won't escape at all…"
He slams the door shut, and a moment a click has come and goes. He locked her in his room.
Jess hurries to the door, banging and screaming her lungs out.
"Someone help me!!!! Please!!! I'm trap in this room, can anybody hear me?!"
Each minute, she slowly stops the banging, and with one bang, she slid to the floor. One of her arms on the door, as the other was resting on her leg.
This was no use…She'll never be out free, and away from the elder. He'll come back and go on to his pleasure to creep her out. She needed to get out, somehow…
The thoughts and her fears has consumes her so much, she really needed to rest. But how can she rest, if this would be the area of God knows what would be happening here soon.
Her hand brushes her dark-brown hair, as a way to release her stress. A few times she brushes her hair for relaxation, till she felt something thin and cold on her fingers. Gently pulling it out, a thin black metal appears in her eyes.
In its full form, it was a bobby-pin. An idea lights up for Jess; she could use it to unlock the door that would take her to freedom. Her heart of agony would lift into relief.
She quickly glances at the doorknob seeing it has a key-hole. Her hope rises. However, she notices that she has only one, as she searches for any bobby-pins in her hair.
She pulls the two tips of the bobby-pin, and pulling it from opposite directions, she forms a long straight line. Twisting the pin at both ends, it took a while till it broke in half; mostly.
Getting up to her knees, she begins her test to pin-lock the lock. Little twists and turns, has to be careful since the bobby-pins would easily break if there was heavy pressure. It took a while till she hears a little click. Her nervousness is rising of the plan to back fire. Going deeper in the key hole, trying to reach for the final click, a sound came to her.
Her breath was taken away as she found out, by twisting the knob, she was free. A smile spread on her lips, tossing the "bobby-pins" aside, and standing up.
'Ha, I did it!!! So long Boris!!!'
Turning the knob, she opens the door, taking a step forward she bumped into something hard and solid.
She takes a step back, as she gasp in horror; Boris has come back, and now his eyes flashes in temper.
Boris shoves her back into the room once more, making her crash into the floor once more, as he shuts the door.
"My, my," he said, "you have disobeyed me as I told you that you must stay here till I have come back from my duty."
She stands up, as she turns to see Boris. She takes a step back to create some distance between the two. Her eyes began to regain some of her assertiveness, to stare at him with an emotionless mask.
"So now you must face the consequences, for doing so…"
Boris taking a step forward, Jess runs towards him to fight back with a punch. Boris smirk at this and with one hand, he caught her fist. Jess shock by this was a distraction as he twists her arm, she screams in pain going on her knees. He hasn't broken her arm, but seeing her in pain have him pleasure.
Thinking she's at a weaken state he pulls her up, with her arm, and pull her body against his; her back against his chest. She struggles free, even though she has her arm in pain, but Boris chuckles a sinister laugh at her attempt to escape.
"What a feisty little beauty you are…" Boris said to Jess. Jess' only responds was her breathing, she didn't want to say anything to him; a perverted bastard.
"But I'll make sure you won't get away like you did this time."
He drags Jess towards his bed, and Jess seeing was scare to death as she struggles harder and screaming to get any one's attention. She didn't want this to happen to her; she screams hysterically and cries her pleas for help.
Boris was enjoying this by the minute, laughter rang the room. As they were near the bed, Boris retrieves a chain from one of the posts, and on the end of the chain was a cuff.
Jess struggles more, seeing the cuff. He's going to tie her up!
"Stop it!!!" she yelled too late, as Boris took hold of her left wrist and close the cuff on her. She was beginning to feel like a prisoner.
He pushes her on the bed, her back lying on the red sheets, and her head on a pillow, as Boris was on top of her, his legs on both side of her waist. Struggling continue, as Boris chains up her right wrist with the cuff.
She was now tied, and bounded by the chains of the bed.
"Somebody, please help me!!!!" she yelled once more. Boris covers her mouth with his hand, as he forced her to look at him in the eyes.
Fear came in her eyes, as Boris' eyes were filled in pleasure of her fear.
"As I said before, no one will hear you; screaming doesn't help my little kitten."
With his hand covering her mouth, he made her head shift up a bit, her neck in full exposure. His other hand trails the vein in her neck, he leans in to admire his plan is in control.
The scent, and the vivid sense of her pulsing heart, enrich his sense; enrich his lust.
Boris runs his tongue with in a line on her neck, Jess flinches from his touch, closing her eyes, a small sound escape her mouth, though she can't say anything. Her breathing above normal, panic rising, is this her end?
He smiles, fangs' appearing from his thin lips, as he trails his ice-cold lust kisses on her, neck. More pleasure came to satisfy his sexual appetite, as he continues his actions. His free hand wonders free, touching everything on her body. His fingers trail on her collar bone, the partial flesh of her breasts, and trailing down to her stomach. He fingers were feeling every pale flesh on her upper body, enjoying every dip that her body made.
Jess could only bear feeling his hand invade her body. Tears began to form her eyes, and trail on her cheeks.
She didn't know how long it was that he went on for his own sickly pleasure; minutes? It feels like an hour he has done this to her.
Then he stops, to look at Jess, tears were shedding, this was certainly easy for Boris. Seeing her scare and crying, was his satisfying pleasure.
"Are you scared of me?" he asked, darkly.
Jess could only nod; a yes. Releasing his hand from her mouth, he frees her from the chains, and got out of the bed.
She grasps her hand, rubbing it gently. She's relief that it's over.
"You can change, and leave now…" Boris said to her. Jess hurries into the closet, getting rid of the slut wear, into her normal clothes.
Her hand reaches to the door knob of her freedom, till he was talking to her.
"Don't forget, never say this to anyone, or else punishment will be brought to you."
The last word he said to his lips, Jess hurries out of the room, and ran down the hall heading to the throne room. Passing the throne room, she quickly heads to her room, in the females' dorms, and once she shuts the paper door, she falls down to the floor.
This was a nightmare that she can't shut it out of her life.
The slut clothes; only covering half of her body, and clinging her as a second skin. To wear a short skirt, and a belly top with cleavage, created insecurity of her body.
The way Boris acted upon her with eyes, and fangs. His eyes have showed pleasure, lust and darkness, staring at her in seduction. It scares the creep out of her, and he is satisfy to scare her anyway he can. The fangs, it made her shudder to the bones of her body. They glistened to sink into the flesh of anyone just to be caked in ruby of their unfortunate victims.
Overall, the things that scares her more is his touch and kisses…
Her hand shakes as it touches one part of her neck, that Boris tainted her with dark bruising kisses. The sting on her neck felt permanent and will never heal, she was expecting to see blood, as she removes her hand to see it.
Even more terrible is that Boris let his hand wonder all over her upper-body. Touching everything it pleases to feel. It would be either clothed or bare skin.
'When will this all end? I am scare of what might happen,' she thought.
Every other night, was the same thing over and over again.
Boris would call her down to his chambers, in which he showed her a different way to get in without entering in the throne room. She had to obey, to listen, and she dared not to obey him.
Then once entering into his room, he would send her in the closet to wear the revealing outfits that he has chosen for her. All of these clothes were the same; cleavage tops, short skirts, unless if it's long skirts there would be a slit on the sides that went up mid-thighs. Once she was out he would had his ways.
Jess has to embrace kisses of cold ice and lust on her neck. She has to embrace the chilling hands, and fingertips sliding and caressing to explore and break her security bit by bit. Boris wonders from her partially covered breasts, to her thighs, moving roughly for enjoyment.
At times, he would chain her like he usually does to keep her from escaping, as a few times he would trap her against the wall. Jess didn't have the strength to attack him, for he was more powerful than her. Any signs of disobedience and resistance from her would be punished from physical and verbal abuse. A cold slap would made her flinch, cry, but overall obey his commands.
Yet, somehow a thought came to Jess' mind….something she didn't wanted to think or even asked aloud. If he ever wanted to take her virginity, then why haven't he rape her in the first place?
It was hard to know what is up to Boris sleeve, but she has to make sure that he doesn't get what he wants to achieve. What were Boris' plans anyway for her?
"You'll be my personal slave," Boris told Jess.
"Wasn't I your slave when I was changed?" she replied adding sarcasm.
Boris glares at her, and he couldn't do anything to her here, for now. Both of them were in his study room, and the door is unlocked, so anybody can come in and out as they are please.
"You serve me and the whole clan, when you were changed into a vampire," Boris corrected, "Anyway pay attention and don't interfere. You'll be doing a few tasks, as you are to come down to my chambers. You must do them immediately, unless you want someone to make you do it through physical force. Do you understand?"
He pauses for Jess to respond, but she didn't say anything at all.
Then Jess felt a hand right across her face; Boris has slapped her for not replying back quicker. It stings on her cheek, but she didn't budge, nor cry.
"Well?!"
"Yes," Jess answered.
"Yes what?!"
"Yes sir."
"Good. The next time you come down to my chambers, bring a pitcher of human blood."
A few days later, after the conversation with Boris, he calls her down to his chambers.
With Jess to remember what he asked for, carrying a pitcher, she heads to the room, containing all the blood supply for the clan. Some were milked from humans and animals, as other were stolen from blood banks.
Scanning all blood that contains the labels human, she pour it in the pitcher three-quarters full. Once done, she heads to a different hall to get into Boris' main chambers. The door was closed, so she knocks on the door a few times, before Boris opens the door and let her in his bedroom.
"Put the pitcher on the table, and get into the clothes that I got for you in the closet," Boris demanded.
Jess quickly places it on the table, and hurries into the closet to wear the outfits that Boris wanted her to wear.
The outfit he is making her wear this night is a long black skirt with slits on both sides, going up to her mid-thighs. The top was a white chakra; a short belly revealing top with material crossing over in the front, and ties in the back like a halter top.
As she walks out of the closet, she notes that Boris was wearing a vest over a white buttoned sweater. He wasn't wearing his general jacket, which was odd to her. Then she notices two glasses filled with blood. Why was there a second glass? Does he want her to drink with her? She already had her drink of blood before going into his chambers, so she has to tell him she can't.
"Bring the drinks here, and settle on the floor," Boris said as he sat on the edge of the bed.
Jess obeys, going to the table with the two glasses. Both glasses in her hands, she headed to Boris and passes him a glass of blood. Boris accepts the cup, as she sits on the floor.
He drank the glass of blood with his thin white lips, enjoying the taste of it from unfortunate victims of their clan. It refreshes him to have blood run in his stomach, to keep it replenish from hunger. His eyes glow dimly bright, unnoticeable to Jess.
Boris stares at Jess, as she just stares at the cup, untouched by her lips.
"Why are you not drinking, my dear?" he asked her.
"I'm not thirsty," she replied, "I have already been fed."
"Is that so," Boris said as he places his cup on one of the bedside tables, "You know that you can drink as many blood as you like, even when you are not starving for blood?"
She went silent.
"Just to satisfy your craving will not get you stronger… it's simply to have it replenish till the next night. It'll never make you stronger. But drinking a bit more than you share can lead to power and stamina."
Boris hand reaches out to Jess' face, his fingertips touching her chin and tilting it up slightly.
"My little advice for you is; if you want to be stronger and powerful then drinking a bit more blood out of you proportion would do. So, Jessica… Will you drink?"
Jess was odd struck, but kept her stand. How did he know her actual name? Yet she remembered a while back she stated her name to him when she came to Blood Trillium for the first time. It was odd, because he never call her by her name at all. Confusion consumed her as she stared at the cup.
Was he telling her the truth? She wanted to turn away from his theory, but somehow something deep inside her wanted her to follow him.
'This is good for you Jess' her voice said, a voice unlike her normal subconscious, 'You longed to get power growing as a vampire. Isn't that why you wanted to become an immortal? Screw love, and your family and friends. Don't forget who was there when you needed somebody the most when everyone was against you. You were the only person that had to face it, because you were nobody. Drink it and you'll be in power and be someone. Listen to him.'
She hopes it would be worth it. Lifting the cup up, the rim of the glass touches her lips, and blood enters in her mouth. She silently gulps the liquid in, embracing its copper-flavor taste in her system.
Boris stares at her in interest, seeing the blood go down to her delicate throat. It was tempting him to take a bite of her with her scent overwhelming him. His eyes went down to the partial clothed breasts; lust consumes with greatly to take her by force. He knew the time will come to have his way.
Once she was done with her cup, she gets Boris' cup and got up to place them back on the table.
"Since we have little time, I order you to give me a massage."
Her body went tense from what he commanded her to do.
"Unless, you want to be chain up and be tortured, I suggest you do it NOW!"
She took several steps around Boris, going to the opposite side of his bed. With her body on the bed, she knelt down on the satin sheets, facing Boris' back.
He was ready for the massage, and Jess was deeply not in the mood to be his pathetic slave. She wanted to claw him for the thing he has done to her; she was even prepared. Just to strike him out now, her hand stretch out, and her nails became longer than before.
She was so close to her goal. To dig her nails in him and show him how much pain he has given her over the past few days.
"Oh, by the way," Boris added, "If you dare attack me from behind, then you'll get terrible injuries, once I am done with you."
She stops her hand from touching his back. Her plan is in ruins; now she lost hope to be free.
In defeat, her hands went on his back, as she gave him his massage, for the night.
Several nights later, Jess was heading down to his chambers for her usual abuses, and slavery work.
It's seems to her like a life she had accepted when she was change into a bloodsucker. To be torture through painful kisses on her neck, and invasion of her body through cold touches.
As she enters in the chambers, Boris' body intimidates her as he was only in a black robe, and in trousers. He didn't have to tell her where to go, for she simply walks to the closet to wear the revealing outfits. She strips down to her bra and underwear to get on the new outfit for the night.
The outfit this time was all in black. It composes of a backless halter top; with thin strips of material across the front and laces up in the back. The skirt went up to her mid-thighs, and snuggles to her like a second skin.
She heads out of the closet, closing the door, but her eyes hear the sound of cloth. When she turns around to see, she gasps in fear from what she saw.
Boris' back was facing her, but the thing that scares her was that he was shirtless. Muscles of 800 years ago, several scars from dangerous event that have their existence, but the spookiest thing Jess saw was his arm. Green vines were wrapped around his arm half-way. It was to Jess' realization that it was his tattoo. So this is what Brooklyn meant when you age more, it grows and gets darker.
Boris turns to see Jess, in shock as he slips a fang to his satisfaction; he was scaring her.
"I see that you are in disbelief," he said, "but I just simply in seek of a massage. But your eyes want more…"
Was Boris putting words in her mouth? She is intimidated of his body; scared to death. Now he believed that she wants to have sex with him. She didn't want it, she has to run.
She quickly tries to run away, but Boris took hold of her arm, and crushes her into his chest. Jess tries to struggle free from his winter-cold grip, even though it was no use.
'Is he going to rape me?' Jess thought, 'Is this my end?'
Boris kept hold of her of his dark embrace. He lifted her chin up with one hand, as his other wondered on her body. His fingers traced cold streaks on her neck, her shoulders, to her chest; breasts, and running up and down on her thighs.
She struggles from his touches; high pitches of her short grasps for breath escape her throat.
Boris was enjoying this moment, to see her weak in his arms. She knows she'll never be strong to beat him. No one can; none of the females in Blood Trillium that he made them go to bed with him can beat him. However, deep in his dark mind, Jess wasn't like any of them. She struggles for her freedom, resists his temptations, something that the others don't have. They all given up to him, because he promised them power, material goods, and sex that pleases them, mostly to be with him for lust than love.
"My dear, you know you'll lose in the end," Boris explains on her ear, "Most of the females have been in the same shoes as you."
Jess was surprise; she wasn't the only one that is trap in this dark seduction.
"Unlike you, they gave in and liked it. You would enjoy it too, if you allow me to do it for you. So…what do you say?"
Her eyes close, her anger begins to rise.
"NEVER!" she yelled.
"What?!" he said.
Jess manages to be free from his cold statue body, but Boris took hold of her left arm. She was unable to be far away from him, from his grip, but at least she isn't trap for good.
"I said never," she responded, "I'm not going to be like any of those females that you slumber with, just because you are stronger. I am not property to buy and sell of; or even an object that it there for looks. I am a person; I am independent with a voice. I will never be in bed with a fucking perverted bastard like you!"
Boris reacts in anger of her insults towards him. Rage burns him, that he pushes Jess against the wall, his hand still holding grip on her arm. His other hand grabs her cheek forcing her to turn her head away, her eyes looking at him.
Her breathing was above pace, and her eyes in panic.
"You better watch your tongue!" Boris hissed, "It's rude to insult an elder, and it can lead to severe consequence. Do you understand me?!"
"You just talk about consequences, and yet you are a coward," Jess said darkly.
Boris holds her cheek roughly and tightly, till his nail dig deep on her skin, causing a cut on it. He gritted his teeth, his fangs shown.
"You really asked for it, you stupid sl-"
His speech came to a halt from what his eyes and nose smell and saw.
Her scent was strong, and powerful to let anyone devourer her. The cause of her scent to be noticeable is what Boris didn't realize what he has created when he cut her cheek. A bead of red liquid was appearing bigger, till by gravity rolled down on her cheek. The blood ribbon flowed down her cheek and made a curve to end at the corner of her lips.
It was so strong for Boris; it was tempting him to taste it.
Boris moves his fingers from her cheek, still in hold of her face as he leans in towards it. Jess frightened of this; she can't look of what may happen to her.
The next thing Jess knows, she felt something that causes her to flinch. Something wet touch her cheek, as she was nervous that it was Boris, and she didn't know what he is doing.
Boris licked the cut, tasting the blood that is encircling in her body. It was something that he never tasted since over a few centuries. He tastes the blood of a virgin. It was a pure delight, so delicious; for so little. He moans for the taste; like a chocolate treat.
"Sweeter than honey," he responded.
He continues to lick the small thin trail of her blood, slowly and torturing her bit by bit. His tongue follows the blood, till he stops at the corner of her lips.
He pulls back slightly as he turns Jess' face towards him. His eyes focus on her lips. Lust covers his pure black heart. Force, you can power over her.
Then, Boris thin pale lips quickly crush on Jess lips in a dark, lusty kiss; Satan's only love.
Jess was terrified, and only screamed, which of course was muffled by his lips. Desperate to get free from this inhuman being and with the wall behind her she can only fight through movements to be out of Boris grips, even though it was no use.
Squirming from his dark touches, his hand went running up in her shirt, feeling her pale soft flesh.
His tongue then pushes past Jess' lips to explore her mouth in greed. But pain shot through him, as he pulls away, his hand still on her arm. The other hand, stops it's curiosity as he let it touch his mouth. He pulls it back staring a bit of blood.
Boris eyes were at rage as he stares at Jess in burning hate. She has bitten his tongue with her fangs.
Jess breaths were fast and deep from that deadly experience; and what she has done was risky. To strike an elder to draw blood; and this happened twice. From the first night, in which he claims her reason to be with Brooklyn was a virgin, and now this.
Without realizing what she has done, Boris slaps her with brutal force, he lets go of her arm, as she went down to the floor. The next thing she knew, Boris steps on one of Jess' hand, causing her to shriek in pain, with his heavy shoes.
It lasted a few seconds before removing his foot from her hand.
A while till she got up, striving to get up, as at time she would collapse. Once she was able to go on her knees, her eyes looks at Boris. Fear, pain and tears appear in her crystal eyes, as Boris' gazes were full of rage and lust.
Ahllah tiise oh rekaih ahlemolmo
Eamoe stroooh al me ato
Eamoe stravaying boltu
"That was a bloody foolish move you have done," Boris said in a low voice. It scared Jess; she felt that his voice now could foreshadow more pain than before. "You really are a feisty bitch, to do this. This proves that my action follow my words. This is your final warning. The next time you do this again, it will be life-threaten. Get the hell out of my sight!!"
The sun went down; another day ended in the city. It was several minutes later, that Jess' eyes were opened from the sense that night is finally covering the sky. When she was awake, she would be relieved that she has many hours until the sun rises for a new day.
Jess didn't enjoy sleeping during the day because of the nightmares that came to her since she was abused by Boris.
Nightmares so vivid, that Jess felt déjà vu was hitting her every day. She couldn't stand it anymore, but a quick image of Brooklyn has helped her in the darkest times of her sleep.
Yet, like the nightmares hunting her in the day, she rarely saw Brooklyn during the night.
Her eyes were familiar emotions that she felt as a little child and at her teen years, before she went to high school in grade nine.
Without hesitation, she got up from her futon, turning on the light next to it. It was a rough habit to break. To turn on a light in the dark for someone who can see the darkest areas well.
It's doesn't matter though…
She heads to the closet, getting dressed for a new night. She decides a white, turtle-neck sweater, and blue jeans.
As she was finishing getting dress, Ming-Ming opens the paper door of her room.
"You know where to go, fledgling," Ming-Ming said, "Boris wants to see you."
Ahhllah tiise ahh rekaih al demore molh
Ah mi so-ahhahhahahahahahahh ahllah demore molh
It has been almost a week since the last time she went to his chambers. That horrid night she remembered; the lustful kiss, the wrath of Boris' anger. It scares the living ghosts out of her.
She was in Boris's closet now. Getting stripped down as always to be put in skimpy clothes, so he would be in dark pleasure to see her by appearance.
The outfit now was a dress. The dress was mid-thigh length, black, and strapless décolleté-shaped. It was a corset top that squeezes her form, and complicated when it comes to tying the laces at the front.
It took her no more than five minutes to put on the dress, before she was ready for the new torture Boris has for her.
Opening the door to the dim lighted bedroom, her eyes look for Boris. For some reason, he isn't here, which was odd, because he was here to see her like a piece meat before going into his pleasures by abusing her.
She took a few steps from the closet, closing the door, before she sense someone was behind her. She swiftly turns too late, as she was given a blown on her face, sliding down to the floor.
As Jess gets up to her knees, a shadow cast over her, as she turns to see Boris. His expression is anger, rage, fiery, something burning in a fire; a fire that to her view is no light of hope. It was hell's fire.
Ballah been kee so dull so dull ne ta
"I have forced you on these slut clothes," he begins, "Kissed your neck, let my hand wondered on your body. Then I made you as a slave, I kiss you with force; punish you with physical blows….and yet… YOU ARE NOT GIVING YOURSELF UP TO ME!!!! WHY?!"
Her eyes show boldness, and a sense of anger, staring at him as her enemy.
"I said so before, I am a human being," Jess answered, "I'm not an object. I'll never turn into those sluts that you call the female vampires of Blood Trillium. I'll never go to bed with a creep like you!"
Velle melah atol so marl silah mezih aoh
monstroh
Mezahme alatoh
Another blow hit her on the face; she falls down to the floor once more. A moment she lay there, before getting up again. She wasn't going to give up the fight. She got up to her knees, and then to her feet.
Here crystal-blue eyes stare at Boris' demon red eyes.
A thought hit her, 'The door.'
With her speed, she hurries to the door to escape. Boris seeing this, he hurries to the door. Beating Jess to the door, he knocks her out of the way. She skids down on the floor hitting the wall away from the door.
Her eyes open, to see Boris guarding the door. She quickly got up to her feet once more.
"You'll never escape from here," Boris said, "Besides I find it interesting that you are contradicting yourself. That you are not an object to toy with, and yet you want to be a little sex toy for Brooklyn to play with, like all of the female's dreamed to be!"
"I am not a sex toy for Brooklyn!" yelled Jess.
"Then why are you letting Brooklyn pay attention to you, and allow you to touch him?!"
"Because Brooklyn and I are in love-" Jess gasped at what she had said, covering her mouth. She told her secret to Boris…
"Love," Boris said.
He then chuckled first, before a maniacal laugh rang like bells.
"Love doesn't exist in this world of vampires. The few things that matters is looks, ranks, and seduction. Brooklyn may say he loves you at first, but one night he'll sleep with you, and the next turn his back away from you, like a toy. A toy to play with till it's old or out of use."
"That's not true! Brooklyn will never do such a thing like that. Brooklyn is more of a gentleman, than a monster like you!"
Boris then was pissed at Jess for saying that.
"Watch out to whom you are talking to, or else you'll pay for this."
"Make me," she said.
Boris then heads towards Jess, but stops when he saw her grab a knife within her grasp. The knife was on top of the book shelf, and it was something within her grasp, that can help her defend herself.
He laughs at this, seeing an inexperience fledgling with a knife.
"Do you know that you can't defend yourself even with a weapon to beat me?!"
Jess didn't respond to him.
"Well then, let's play it that way."
Boris in his inhuman speed causes all the candles' lights to be put out, leaving Jess in dim darkness.
Now Jess felt really defenseless with a knife as her weapon. She took a few steps in the center, her senses kicking in to help her counter strike any of Boris' moves.
She felt some wind past by her, as she quickly turns and strikes the knife at no one. She has to be prepared for the next attack.
Her eyes close, as she tries to concentrate searching for his presence, and where he would be attacking.
Suddenly, she senses something from behind, as she thrust the knife; she heard a voice in pain. She had got him.
She looks at the knife; the blade has little bit of blood.
She heard Boris curses, as she got a clear view of Boris walking towards her. She took a step back, as she saw a dark stain on his arm; she got him in the arm. It wasn't good enough…
Her thoughts were broken as she felt Boris behind her. He grasps Jess, as she drops the knife on the floor. One of Boris' hand grips on her torso, as the other hand took hold of her jaw.
"You know you'll have to pay for what you have done," Boris said to her. Jess squirms from his grip, it was no use.
"To draw blood from an elder with violence, leads to exile…death, but-" He tilts her head, for her neck to be exposing to him. He blows some air on her neck, letting the stands of her hair to spread away from him. Jess flinches from the cold breath touching her skin.
He leans in close to her neck, sniffing her scent, as it was strong, singing to him. He licks her neck with his tongue, fear and panic rise within Jess.
Ahhahhahahahahahahh
Ahhahhahahahahahahh
Ahhahhahahahahahahh
"I feel that maybe drawing your blood is a good punishment, well that and taking your virginity. Isn't that right…? Elizabeth."
Jess is confused and scare of Boris words.
'Elizabeth?' the question came to her mind.
Then Jess felt something went in her neck. A pain shot through her like her experience when she was stabbed by Ian. Boris fangs swiftly sink in her skin, blood escape her new wound, but was being drain away from Boris' hunger for her sweet blood.
Jess quickly struggles, she screams in pain and help.
"HELP!!!" she screams.
Boris kept his fangs in her, as he gulps her blood. It was so delicious and addictive to him, that he wants more. He moaned in pleasure of her taste in his mouth, drinking more, feasting on her blood.
Every minute that Jess' blood was drained, she too lose her energy to move, struggle fight back. She felt weakened, her conscious losing its control.
Her eyes, her body, and her mind were losing the battle. Her arms and legs that try to escape from Boris' grip went steadily limp. Her eyes were beginning to blur their vision, only seeing blackness in her eyes.
She then went into unconsciousness, her head tilting down to the side. Darkness and numbness was her only company now.
Boris feeling her limp in his arms stops his feeding. He pulls his fangs from her neck, to reveal two big puncture wounds, as small ribbons of blood were escaping slowly. He licks his lips, tasting the sweet tender blood.
Lifting Jess' limp body bridal style, he carries her to his bed, and places her on it. Her head tilts to one side, her hands on both sides of her body. She breathes slowly and deeply, which was good; she'll recover from the blood loss. But to Boris a more delight, because he can have his way on her now, like he did to her many years back.
Flashback
The torture was over for the human girl. Scratches, bruises, and cuts came across her arms and body. The white plain dress she was forced to wear has been torn slightly on the hems of the skirt, and stains of blood was scattered.
She lay on the floor, panting, and crying. Her chocolate-brown hair was a mess, her hazel eyes red from the crying. She was chained to a wall with a cuff on her left ankle.
"That is enough torturing," said Voltaire, the elder of Black Rose, "Let her rest before the end comes."
Voltaire, and a few other vampires left the poor girl, in the dark, closing the door behind them.
Elizabeth takes a look around the room she was in for the torture. The room was cold, without any sense of heat to keep her warm. The walls were made of stone; some were chipped from age and desertedness from civilization. The room was split into the light and darkness. The light came from the little window on the door, where little bars form in it. She was in the light; the center of the room, as everything else was in shadows of the unknown.
"What is my fate?" she asked, "What did I do?"
She cries silently, the sense of feeling alone hurts her. She wants to be where Kai is, to be in his arms and kisses of love.
"Please Kai, save me," she begged, "Save because you love me."
"No one can hear you."
Elizabeth quickly turns to see Boris, dressed in blood-red robes in the style like the other vampires that were torturing her.
He kneels down beside her and roughly took her chin to look at his face. His blood-red eyes scare Elizabeth.
"I can answer all of you questions since you have asked," he replied, "Your fate is condemned to death for seducing Young Kai with your spells of witchcraft."
"I am not a witch!"
A hand went across her face; Boris slaps her for her denying.
"As for your little plea to Kai, he never really loved you in the first place. This gave you the benefit to cast your dark arts on him, so he would be with you every night to kiss you for pleasure. Then one night, you'll bed in bed with Kai, for you lust, and once the night is gone, you get another person or vampire to be under your spell."
"I told you…I am not a witch! Kai loves me, I didn't cast a spell on him."
But Elizabeth was trying to back away from Boris, as he got closer to her face. His eyes were burning for lust.
"Get away from me!!" she yelled.
She quickly tries to back away from Boris, but the chain wouldn't let her move one more inch.
Boris grabs her wrist, as he pulls her close to him; being crushed by his chest, as he leans in to sniff her scent.
"Your scent is tempting; this must be Kai's reason to be in love with you…because you are a virgin. Well, were a virgin… Such a shame that Kai didn't have a chance to take you in bed, so that I wouldn't do this…"
Boris then bites Elizabeth's neck with his fangs as he drinks her blood. It was a delight, and pleasure to drink from a virgin female. Elizabeth screams and struggles, but her energy was fading from her as she was too weak to fight back. She is semi-conscious, when she saw Boris going under her dress to remove her underwear, as he begins to undress himself.
"I will love the sound of screaming when I take your virginity from you."
With that his shadow covers her shadow, as he begins his rape for lust on her. Screams echoes in the room, but no one was listening to her.
End of Flashback
The memories all came back to him, as he touches Jess' limp body with his fingers. His hands were wandering all over Jess with any bear skin to touch; her half-exposed breasts, and her legs.
It would be a treat to take it from her, without her screaming. It was talking candy from a baby.
He begins to unlace the corset dress Jess was wearing tonight. He was half-way done with the corset, as it reveals more of Jess' breast, and her strapless bra. This moment was overwhelming in his dark lust and fun with her.
Then a beep was heard through the intercom.
Boris angry of his interruption, headed to the intercom, pressing his finger on the response buttoned and said, "What?!"
"Sorry sir," the voice answered, "but Morganna has come for the update on the treaty."
Boris didn't respond right away, as he looks at the unconscious Jess lying on the bed. She hadn't wakened up from the sound of the intercom which was a good thing.
Then a possibility hit him. Maybe he can be back to finish off with Jess after the discussion with Morganna, how long would it last? It can't last long enough for Jess to be awakened, so this was good. Besides, if he were not attending the meeting, then Morganna would come down and it will create a catastrophic controversial within the vampire community.
"Tell her, I'll up in the study room. Make sure you welcome her to Blood Trillium. Is that understood?"
"Yes."
Boris got ready to head out to his chambers. He was about to close the door, when he saw her.
'What's the point in locking a door with an unconscious vampire? I'll be back before she even wakes up. And no one else goes into my chambers without my permission, so that's all solved.'
He left his room, without closing the door, heading his way to his study room to have his meeting with Morganna.
Two Hour Later
She stirs for a moment, before she reveals her crystal-blue eyes from the darkness.
Jess places her hand on her forehead, as she gets up to be sitting on something soft. Her head hurts so much, from making a quick move like that.
'What happened to me?' she thought, 'I remembered defending myself…and…and Boris!!! What happened to him?'
She looks around for the elder, if he was in the room, but he wasn't. She then notes the door opened, but it was strange to her, because Boris would close it shut to keep her from escaping. Then she looks down to see the dress, half undone to reveal her bra and her breasts.
Her eyes widen in fear, her hands cover her mouth.
'Boris tried to rape me!'
Her fingertips then felt something wet on her skin, she gently touch it, and looks at it to see blood….her blood.
'He did this to me?! He drank my blood, so he could rape me while I'm unconscious…I have to get out of here…my clothes!'
She got out of the bed; she went to the closet quickly, but collapse from her energy. She doesn't have enough to help her get out, but she must.
Jess drags herself to the closet, grabbing her jeans, her shoes and her white sweater. She puts the sweater on her, so that marks on her neck, and her breasts would be cover from anyone. Once she was done, she weakly walks to the door, reaching to the hall.
She was free from the room, free from the hell she has encounter for so many days. Now the problem is which way will she go?
If she goes right, to the throne room, she would be notice by the males, and they could have their fun on her from the way she is dressed.
So her decision was made, she tries to get up to head to the left side of the hall, but collapse the second time. She was breathing hard; it would take of her energy to escape. Then Jess after a few breaths, she gets up, and uses the wall as her supporter. Limping and walking, Jess went down in the darkness of the hall, hurrying to her freedom, she needs to get outside in the cold, let the air of outside calm her down.
There was some snow left on the ground of Blood Trillium's garden. This was good to have a blanket of pure white snow to sleep.
Ahhahhahahahahahahh
Ahhahhahahahahahahh
Ahhahhahahahahahahh
Jess collapse, she lay on the white blanket. The cold on her skin, relaxes her, she wanted to sleep, but most importantly, she wanted cry.
She lay there, with no jacket, no shoes or socks. She was emotionless and not making a movement on the ground.
Her eyes, loss their life; the pupils and the sparkles fade away. Tears form in her eyes and she begins to weep her pain away.
The clouds, allow more snow to come down from the sky. Letting it fall down gently on the ground one last time. It was the month of March… Spring would be here soon.
Jess cries more, today was her birthday. She would have turned eighteen… but she didn't care about her age anymore.
On her birthday, no one was there to celebrate. Her gift was close to being raped by her elder, having her neck bitten by him to please his hunger for her blood.
Where were they? Where's my family? My friends… Where is my love, Brooklyn?
It was then; memory lane came to crash her. There were her memories, her isolation for being different, no one there to be with her in her happy and sad times. This emotion she was experiencing was loneliness.
She felt no longer loved; she felt that their love doesn't exist to her anymore.
Ve la Tresvio
Veh cile li vo vemithoe
Vule me sa-ahah...
Her love for them is dead, as it was the same of their love to Jess. They are to either hate her or to have her for lust.
Thank the Lord!!!! I am finished this chapter! Is this chapter twisting and shocking? Does this chapter care you to death of its' dark atmosphere?
Please review and tell me what you think!!!!
By the way, these are the translation to the song:
I am the voice that calls your name
I am searching for you, love
I am searching for you
Where has love gone?
Nothing remains
Only blood
And sadness prevail
My heart bleeds for you, for you
I crawl in...in darkness
I am the voice
Of love that cannot live
Yet it doesn't die
Never!
Starlight Angel101
PS – The next chapter will help out the relief from those wanting a happy ending!!!!