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Watch Yourself

Chapter Eight

The sharp sting of pain from a backhand woke Erazebet. Disoriented she barely had time to take in her surroundings before the pain of a big, meaty hand went to backhand her in the face again.

"Wake up, bitch," a deep voice growled next to her head.

Slowly she raised her head to look one of her captors in the face. He was tall, taller than both the Corvin lycan and the young vampire, and had a scruffy face. Perhaps he would have been described as handsome by human standards.

But she wasn't human and neither was he. The man was one of the most unappealing beings she had ever seen in all of her years.

"Where's Andreas Tanis?" the lycan asked.

Erazebet received a full on view of the dirt and grime that covered the vile beast from head to toe. The dried blood of his latest victim still covered his ugly face. His clothes were worn, torn in some places and faded in others. And the stench of the beast was indescribable. It was like sweat, bile, blood, and dirt all mixed as one.

Despite not being at her full strength and still slightly disoriented, Erazebet still found the strength to sneer at the lycan's disgusting hygiene.

Her eyes narrowed and she turned her nose up at him. "I will never tell you where he is," she replied, glaring up at him.

Her captor glared back at her and then backhanded Erazebet in the face again. "You'll tell me what I wanna know, bitch, or my boss'll have to come in here and beat the information out of you himself."

Erazebet's head lolled around as she recovered from the blow. Slowly she lifted her head and defiantly looked the beast in the eye before spitting her blood into his face.

The lycan wiped her blood from his face and growled at her. With his face contorted in anger he went to hit her again. But before his hand could come into contact with her flesh the door opened and a second lycan appeared.

"Karlson!"

Karlson paused and turned to look at the other lycan. "Boss?"

"Go, before I am forced yet again to do something that I will regret."

Karlson bowed his head. "Yes, boss."

When they were alone, and Karlson's footsteps had faded away completely, the second lycan stepped into the light, allowing Erazebet to finally see his face. This lycan was different from the other.

He, too, was handsome like the other but more so. His face had a few days worth of growth that gave him a certain ruggedness. He had dark eyes that seemed to pierce Erazebet's dark immortal soul and they seemed to hold an ominous gleam that spoke volumes about the many things he had in store for her.

There was something evil in this one and it scared her. She could only imagine what he would do to her to get what he wanted.

A shiver ran down her spine at the thought and he gave her a wicked grin before it morphed into a kind smile just as fast as it had appeared.

He locked the thick heavy door behind him and placed a chair in front of her before sitting down.

"Hello," he said pleasantly, openly. "I'm sorry about my associate; he doesn't know how to handle such delicate matters." Erazebet eyed him warily, immediately disliking him.

"Where are my manners? My name is Dominic."

Erazebet sneered at him. "I would shake your hand but I'm tied to a chair," she hissed him, weakly struggling against her constraints to emphasize her point.

The lycan gave her a broad smile. "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" he asked, laying a hand on her bare thigh. She gave a low hiss and noticed for the first time what she was wearing.

The long skirts of her gown had been torn away to reveal her pale legs and thighs. The new hem barely gave her any modesty or decorum. And the sleeves! The sleeves of her gown had been torn away, too. The neckline had been stretched and torn so that her cleavage peaked out.

These despicable lycans had destroyed one of her very favorite gowns.

How dare them!

She hissed at him again and bared her fangs at the lycan. "Do not touch me."

The lycan jumped back in shock slightly but did not remove his hand from her leg. In fact he only squeezed tighter.

"You're a vampire," he murmured shocked, looking curiously into her electric blue eyes. "I like that," he whispered. Erazebet hissed again as he ran his hand higher up her thigh, beneath her torn skirts, and to her hip.

He smiled cruelly as she squirmed beneath his touch, attempting futilely to remove his hand from her flesh. The lycan leaned in closer to her face so that his own was less than a foot away from hers. Erazebet stared defiantly into his eyes and kept her fangs bared.

"What are you going to do to me?" she hissed, turning her head away from him when he leaned in, bringing his face into her neck. He smiled against her flesh, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath his touch. It made him feel empowered and strong with her tied to the chair, unable to do anything with him above her. And there was also the fact that she was a vampire.

That made her even better.

Dominic preferred vampire women opposed to those of his own kind. They made much better mistresses. He loved how they fought back when he got rough with them, making all of his sexual escapades much more interesting. And they were never afraid to hit him back or voice what they needed in bed.

He could just image what it would feel like to have the little vampire beneath him in bed. It made his mouth water at the thought of having her.

A low snapping noise broke him from his fantasies and he pulled back in shock to stare at the little vampire. She had broken her bonds and looked angry.

Pissed off in fact.

Erazebet rose gracefully from her chair, broke the ropes bonding her legs to the chair, and shoved Dominic away from her. His body flew backward in the air and hit the far wall before hitting the floor with a sickening crunch that made her smirk.

Half a second later she stood beside the beast crumpled on the floor. She stared coldly down at him and lifted his limp body into the air above her head. "I will make you pay for what you have done to me." She spoke slowly and concisely, making sure that he understood her.

She made to throw Dominic across the room but she never got the chance to. The lycan had lifted his head to stare into her eyes and started to change, turning into a disgusting lycanthrope. Erazebet staggered back and hissed at him, backing away.

This can't be happing, she thought. And it played on loop through her mind. This wasn't the way she had imagined her death. She had seen herself dying in battle, fighting against the lycans. Or maybe the humans if it had come to it. But not like this. Not trapped in a room with nowhere to go and a lycan towering over her while she stood defenseless.

She wasn't a Death Dealer like Selene. She wasn't prepared for a fight like this.

Erazebet continued to back away as Dominic stalked forward in his lycan form. He roared at her and before she could think about moving out of the way, he backhanded her into the wall. Erazebet slipped into unconsciousness again, her mind swimming in the black darkness as she wondered to herself why the lycans enjoyed backhanding her.

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