*~Creep~*
Todd took Marty's hand and lead her into his bedchamber in the underground lair where he resided with his mother Irene and several other vampires. Todd didn't know how Marty would react to their union. In his eyes, they were married, joined forever in a bond of blood. She was the only woman he had ever asked to become his in a bonding ceremony. The other offerings which had been brought below had been a means of sexual entertainment and a food source for his pleasure. He could tell from the moment he laid eyes on Marty that she would be different. Would she try to run from him as the others had? Would she think he was nothing more than a creep or a monster? Would she ever be able to love the bloodsucking demon he had become?
After they had entered his chamber, Todd lead Marty over to the bed. "You will not try to escape or resist me," he said to her. "You're mine now, Marty. And after tonight, you will belong to me in every sense of the word."
Marty sat down on the edge of his bed as she regarded Todd with her bright, sparkling eyes. "I have no desire to escape you. Why would I want to leave you, Todd?" she asked him innocently.
"Because I am a monster that has fangs and I long to drink your blood. You should be very frightened of me. Don't you want to return to your family?"
Marty shook her head. "My family is dead... except for Aunt Kiki, and she's been cruel and hateful to me. I want to stay here with you. I want to belong to you... and I want you to keep me safe."
Todd stared at her in interest and disbelief. She wanted to stay with him? He could not fathom why she was not frightened of him. "All the others have fought me and eventually, they escaped. What makes you different?" he asked as he lightly cupped her face.
"The difference is I want you. I want to become yours."
A smile settled on Todd's face when he heard her words. That's what he wanted, too. He wanted to join with her and make her his bride for all eternity. "I can make it very pleasurable for you if you do not fight me," he told her huskily.
Marty took his hand and tugged him down on the bed with her. "Make love to me, Todd. Make me yours," Marty urged. Todd stared at her in fascination as she lifted her head, offering her neck to him. How could he resist? He longed to taste her sweet blood.
A soft sigh fell from Marty's lips as Todd's fangs made contact with her flesh...
*~o~*
Victor and Irene stood in the hallway outside Todd's bedchamber. "Do you suppose he's bedding her now?" Irene asked.
Victor winced, hearing his mother's words. The thought of Todd defiling Marty made him feel physically ill. "I'm sure of it," he uttered. "And he'll probably hurt her, too, just as he hurt his other captives. They always run from him... in the end."
"What are you going to do now, Son?" Irene asked.
"I don't want to see Marty harmed like Todd's other victims. I want to rescue her," Victor stated as he held up the vial. "And I am going to use this to do it."
Victor opened the tiny vial and poured the clear liquid into a glass of bloodwyne. "Take this glass and give it to Todd," Victor urged his mother. "When Todd is unconscious from the sleeping drug in the wyne, I will have a chance to get Marty to safety."
"Todd will not like it if I interrupt them having sex."
"I don't care what Todd likes," Victor growled. "I'm going to rescue Marty... and I will rescue her now."
Irene poured a second glass of bloodwyne for herself and a glass of regular red wine for Marty. She put the drinks on a tray and got ready to knock upon the door. "Wish me luck. I'm doing this for you," she told her favorite son.
"Thank you, Mother," Victor responded. "I'll be waiting right outside."