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Chapter 15 - Hide and seek

Present day - March

Moore POV

I've looked for her everywhere. Ever since I found her goddamn bed empty I had gone through every hiding spot imaginable without luck. I suspected Alto had caved into his weakness again, and I would deal with that later. Not that I was really complaining too much, the hunt itself was exhilarating. I felt my cock twitch from the anticipation.

I walked back into the guardian lounge, the only place I hadn't searched through. The only other guardian awake was currently outside checking the wards. As an extra precaution all doors and windows were locked during the night and you needed a key to open them, so I knew she had to be inside the building.

I stood in our common room in the guardian quarters, listening to the silence around me. I couldn't hear anything. No screams. No sounds of struggle. It meant that she wasn't with any of the guardians in their room as I felt certain that she wouldn't willingly be alone with them, not even with that damn Sidorov. I walked around the rest of the quarters, half-heartedly searching through potential hiding spots, knowing she wouldn't have chosen here to hide. Nobody would ever be so stupid to voluntarily come to the guardian quarters to hide, if the very reason for hiding was a guardian.

I froze midstep.

That would be exactly what that bitch would do, thinking she could outsmart me like that. That fucking bitch.

My pulse was stronger now, the predator in me surfacing. It had been so long since last time. Too long. A pair of frightened blue eyes flashed before me and I licked my lips at the memory.

I looked around the common room again as my eyes fell on the panels to the hidden door to the basement. I hadn't even entertained the thought that she would dare to go down there, trapping herself in the basement with only one way out.

A part of me felt annoyed with myself, annoyed that I hadn't thought of it sooner. But more so I felt excited, even aroused, that she had hid there, the thick doors and isolation providing me the perfect location for what I had in mind. My cock was already straining against my pants, and my hand shifted myself to a more comfortable position.

I quietly walked to the door, slowly opening it. The door had no lock, but it didn't matter. Nobody would come here to look for us, and it's not like she would get a chance to make it up the stairs before I was finished with her. After closing the door behind me silently, I casually walked down the stairs to the basement, not even trying to hide the sound of my steps. I wanted her to hear me, I wanted her to hear my steps closing in on her, I wanted her to fear me. Their fear was one of my favorite parts. I loved seeing their eyes filled with terror, pleading me to stop. Not that I would stop. I loved seeing them all broken, knowing that it was my doing. I loved the power I had.

The basement didn't have a lot of rooms, and it was mainly used as a storage area. It didn't have any windows, but at all times we kept some lights on down here. I thought I heard something from upstairs but dismissed it, figuring it was probably Castile.

The closest rooms to the staircase were a small wine-cellar and a storage room where we kept some of the food. She wasn't in either of them, and I continued my stroll towards the end of the room. This house was built right after the second world-war, and had a bomb-shelter we would use as a panic room in case of a Strigoi attack. So far it hadn't been needed, and I knew we always kept the door closed to the shelter. The heavy door was now slightly ajar. Jackpot.

"You couldn't have chosen a better spot to hide, baby girl." I said and smiled widely as I heard the faint gasp on the other side of the door.

My hand pushed the heavy steel door open and I stepped into the shelter. The dim ceiling lamp gave us enough light for me to appreciate every expression on her face, every curve of her body. Perfect.

"I love the fact that nobody is going to hear us here. I was worried I would have to make it quick, but now I have the time to make your first time more memorable." I said softly, closing the door behind me. I didn't bother to bolt it shut, knowing it would be hours before anyone would start wondering where we were. I thought I heard some noises coming from upstairs again.

My gaze wandered the room until I saw her small figure hiding in the corner. She was practically shaking, her breathing uncontrolled. Her heaving chest was accentuating her full tits, drawing my attention to them. The thin nightgown all the girls would wear was just screaming for me to rip it off her body. My cock was already rock-hard, precum staining my boxers. She was such a cock-tease, but I wanted to take things slow. All the other times I had to hurry, not being able to fulfill all my fantasies. Not this time. This time, I could enjoy her all the ways I wanted to. I stood there for a while, waiting for her to say something.

I wanted her to react more, I wanted to see that feistiness before I made it disappear for good. "I've seen all the longing looks you've given me throughout the years. Aren't you happy that we can finally be together?" I lied, hoping to spur her anger.

Her eyes flashed with fury as she said with utter contempt "You're old enough to be my father, you sick fuck. You're fucking delusional if you think I've ever looked at you with anything else than disgust."

"Such a foul mouth for a beautiful girl." She didn't reply, staring at me with hatred. I heard thuds from upstairs, and what I thought sounded like voices. Castile could deal with that, about fucking time he makes himself useful.

"I've always known you were feisty, baby girl. Ever since the beginning you've caused nothing but trouble, running away and never following the rules. I've seen the fire in your eyes, the fire behind your recent obedience. I know you are just waiting for your moment to act, fooling everyone else. Even having the Headmistress speaking well of your progress. But you're not fooling me."

She averted her gaze, letting me know that I was right. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not trying to fool anyone."

I shook my head. "Lying doesn't suit pretty girls like you. Not that you ever behave the way you should. You didn't behave well in the town today, wandering off again without my permission."

She looked like she wanted to object, but remained silent. I cocked my head to the side, observing her. We remained silent as a minute or two passed until she spoke, finally caving into the gravity of the situation. "Why don't you just get it over with?"

I thought I heard something from upstairs again, but there was no way I'd interrupt this moment to check it out. "Eager, are you?" I purred.

She looked disgusted. "Never, but it's not like I can avoid it," she said with resignation. I didn't like where this was going. I wanted her to fight me. I wanted the struggle and the chance to assert my dominance over her. I needed to rile her up more. Did she really think I would only use my belt this time to punish her? Did she really not know what my plans were?

"You know, we tried to get rid of you in December, but nobody wanted you." She looked up, shocked by my words.

"Who didn't want me? What do you mean?" her voice desperate, wanting to be wanted.

"Oh, nothing to concern you with other than that nobody bid on you in December. It's a first, really. Then again, maybe you were always meant to be mine."

I saw that fire alight again, although barely flickering. After a decade I knew what would make her react. She could no longer keep her voice in control, the venom seeping out, "I am no one's, especially not yours. I am my own person."

I laughed. "You have never been your own. We might have had you believe that you had some freedom. But that was never the case."

The earlier fire was almost extinct now, and her whole demeanor had shrunk, almost as she was trying to make herself small so that I would pity her. She seemed to be struggling with something, perhaps determining if it was worth the fight or if she should just give in to me. By now, I felt nothing but excitement. Maybe her age would be an advantage, her forms more developed than my earlier conquests.

"We've apparently let you think you had too much freedom. I'm sorry that you believe that you can defy me. I'll correct my mistake-" I said as I took a few steps closer.

"- so far I've been unable to teach you some manners, but that's going to change now." I continued while I slowly unbuckled my belt. She was paralyzed with fear, her eyes watching my every movement.

My hands were slowly opening the top button of my pants, but as my fingers pried open the zipper she sprung up and tried to push me to the side, a hopeless attempt to get away from the room. I grabbed her by her waist and chuckled as I pressed her flush against my body. "I knew you would come to me willingly, baby girl" I whispered in her ear. As she tried to buck her way out of my grip I felt her firm ass pressing against my groin, grinding me deliciously. "Do you feel what you're doing to me? How good you make me feel? I promise I'll make you feel just as good."

Her elbow connected to my side followed by a sharp pain. I threw her to the ground.

"Don't be like that," I growled while I massaged my ribs. She slowly got up to her feet again. She took a protective stance. It wasn't good, but admittedly it wasn't entirely off either. I cursed Castile and Ashford in my mind. More thuds were coming from upstairs, but I was too riled up to leave this room. The only thing that mattered was her in this room with me.

"Do you really think you can fight me? That you stand a chance against me?" I said, narrowing my eyes at her. As much as I wanted a fight, the part of me that had been waiting for this moment was taking over. "Do you really think you can stop me from doing what I do so well?"

It seemed that she was only standing up with sheer determination. "I know what you are, what you do," she spat out.

I couldn't help the laugh escaping my lips. "Good, that pleases me. Then you know exactly what awaits you, baby girl. Just take whatever I give you."

"You're not giving me anything, you're forcing me. And I won't just fucking take it," she growled and successfully managed to avoid my attempt to grab her. Apparently she'd made up her mind and was determined to fight me. Oh well.

She tried to strike me but I diverted her fist and managed to grab her. Before I got a better grip she kicked me between my legs, but I was too quick for her. She only hit my inner thigh, barely any force in her hasty attempt, and I got a hold of her hair. She screamed, but it didn't matter. Nobody would hear her, and even so everyone was asleep except Castile. That coward wouldn't dare to interrupt anything. Nevertheless, I slapped her across her cheek to get her to shut up.

Yanking her by her hair, I brought her closer to my face. "Trust me baby girl. I'm not even the worst out there. You should be thankful that we haven't sold you to the Zmey yet," I spat out, my patience running thin. I released her hair and smacked her across her cheek again, harder this time. She tumbled to the ground with a cry, landing on her back. I got down on my knees when she kicked me again, trying to block me from positioning myself between her thighs. I was getting angry now, and I grabbed her ankle, pulling her closer to me. She tried to get up on her elbows when my fist connected with her face. It had the desired effect, and she stopped kicking me, luckily still conscious. When I had dragged her towards me her nightgown had slipped up, revealing her annoying little panties. I grabbed them and tore them away from her body. Perhaps I had hit her a bit too hard since she wasn't struggling anymore, only whimpering in pain. It didn't matter now.

My hungry gaze roamed over her, too impatient to discard the nightgown. I lowered my pants in order to get my cock out. I was so hard it was almost painful, and it felt so good not to be constrained by my pants anymore. I barely registered the faint sounds coming from outside when the thick metal door flew open.