Fan Fiction ❯ The Value of Life and Death ❯ 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: HarlequinGirl07 
The ride back home was silent, and I was more than uncomfortable at the fact that Patricia wanted to sit next to me. She snuggled into my side as though she was mine and I had given her life. I tried my best to keep my body closer to Malick than her, but she kept so close to me that we should have been joined at the hip.
“Are you okay?” Cleaver asked.
I looked up at him with a blank expression and he understood.
“Patricia, liebling, why don’t you come over here and sit with me?” He patted the seat next to him. “I would very much appreciate it.”
She looked up at me then at Cleaver. “But I want to be close to Esther.” She whispered in a child’s voice.
“Yes,” Cleaver worked his sweet overprotective magic over her, “but Esther is tired and if I believe so, you are making her very uncomfortable.”
Patricia turned her porcelain doll face up to me and pouted. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” I felt her brown try to drink me and I turned away before she could completely trance me.
“Get the fuck off me, you little demon.” I said it before I had time to think, and the whole car went quiet.
“What did you say?” She asked. Her child-like façade had dropped. Now she was just plain mad.
Malick gripped my hand trying to remind me that we were in closed quarters, but it was too late. I had opened this can of worms and now I had to close it. “You know damn well I don’t like for you to touch me, that’s probably why you came and sat beside me. Get. The. Fuck. Off.”
She looked at me through peaceful eyes, but I knew the wheels in her head were turning. She hopped off the seat and moved through the limo to Cleaver. She held her arms out to him and he picked her up like she was his pride and joy. I glanced over at Roslyn and she was looking back and forth between me and Patricia, her hand on the handle of her gun.
“Let’s everyone just calm down.” Malick whispered in a stagnant stammer. “It’s too close to sunrise for so much commotion. I have no doubt that you are all tired.”
I looked at him and he looked at me, a smile on his face. He took my hand and brought it to his mouth. “Esther.”
He said my name and that was enough. It was enough to let me know that there was something wrong, something in our silent uproar had flipped that switch in his head that reminded him of his past. His grip on my wrist tightened to the point of being painful and the smile on his face switched from peaceful to insane. He pulled me completely towards him and I heard Roslyn somewhere in the background cock her gun. Malick’s steel grey eyes washed over me like the waves of the sea. He was going to trance me and I didn’t have a way of fighting it. I tried to turn my head but he moved his just in time to keep my gaze.
His smile widened as tears flowed down his cheeks. “Would you like to see?”
His screams resonated in my head and he kept a good grip on me as my spine bowed. Images flashed across my face, but they went so fast that I didn’t have time to comprehend of make sense of any of it. Suddenly someone jerked me away from Malick and my last vision was him moving towards me, determination set across his face.
I awoke in my own bed with Cleaver standing off to the side. I looked up at him. “What happened?”
“Malick tranced you and we had to take him down.”
I sat up. “What do you mean ‘take him down’?”
“We tranked him.” He shrugged like it was something he did everyday.
“You used tranquilizers in him?”
He nodded. “He looked like he was gonna kill you, E. I was actually scared.” I went to get out of bed and he stopped me. “Look, Roslyn undressed you, and I had to watch, but I see you naked again I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”
I pulled the sheets around me and got up, marching over to my closet. I threw open the door and walked in. I had a very large closet, if there weren’t so many clothes in it, it could have been used as another bedroom. I went to my casual section and pulled a denim mini skirt, a pink bra along with pink undies, a white tank top, and a pair of brown flip flops. After I changed I walked back into my room surprised to find Cleaver still there.
“Very urban.” He stated, looking me over.
“I wish I could say the same for you.” He was wearing his usual black, black pants, black shirt, black shoes…yeah…just black.
“I like what I wear, thank you.”
“Where is Malick?”
“He went to therapy then he went out.”
“Out as in the sunlight?”
Cleaver nodded. “I’m envious.”
“Don’t be, it doesn’t look good on you.” I was about to leave my room when he stopped me.
“He was here and he told me to tell you that as soon you could walk go see him.”
“Did he ask me to wear anything specific?”
“Something nice.”
Our benefactor, Ashley Munroe, was a very rich man who happened to own just about every building in Los Angeles. He was a man of power and intelligence, not to mention that he was a billionaire and his numbers were steadily growing. When the vampires finally decided to come out to the public, Ashley was the first to welcome them with open arms. He provided homes and shelters…and even food if need be. I know I wasn’t of the first to be part of his collection, in fact, when I was presented to him he turned me down. Ironically, it was Patricia who pleaded my case, told him of what I was capable of. Now she hates me because I took her place.
I walked slowly down the hallway until I came upon red double-doors with two men guarding it. They were Riley and Pierce, excellent guards, the type who shot first and asked questions later. They peered down at me and slowly opened the doors, letting me into the dinning area. Ashley sat at the main table set on the platform at the front of the room. He didn’t look up when I came in and I started to move forward, Marcus, on of our many butlers, hooked his arm through mine, guiding me through the maze of small round tables up to Ashley.
“Mr. Munroe.” Marcus whispered.
Ashley looked up at me and I was half-way taken aback by the beauty of his face. He looked the same as he did when he was 25; wavy blonde hair that came just to the small of his back, emerald green eyes, porcelain delicate skin. He reminded me of a painting, flawless.
He smiled at me and my heart fluttered. “Esther.” He held his hand out to me and I took it without hesitation.
“Will that be all, sir?” Marcus asked.
“Yes, leave us. Wait,” Marcus looked at me, his finger delicately lining my cheek. “You haven’t fed tonight.”
“No, Malick was supposed to-”
“Yes, well, we know what happened to Malick, don’t we?” Ashley turned to Marcus. “She needs blood, bring me Anthony.”
Marcus left without a sound and Ashley escorted me to the seat next to his. “Are you aware that we have a dinner tonight?”
“I had heard.”
“All the important houses will be here.” He picked up a glass of red wine and put it to his lips. “Forgive me.”
“For what?” I asked softly.
“I have been very ungentlemanly; I haven’t commented you on you dress.” He took a sip of wine and set the glass down.
I had forgotten that I had changed clothes. I’d thrown on a black low cut corset and black lacy underwear with matching garters and stockings. On top of that I put on a red gown with black lace at the hems with black stilettos.
“You look very elegant, the red and black looks perfect against your skin. Would you be willing to wear that tonight?”
I looked at him confused. “I’m guarding tonight, this would get in the way.”
“No, you’re not guarding tonight, you’ll be here, with me.”
“Excuse me? I thought you were gonna have Patricia with you tonight?”
“Patricia has reached her limit, and I tire of her company. She and I have been together for a very long while, Esther, millennia’s actually. I’m looking for a new consort.”
“I’m not the stylish type.”
“That is why I’m attracted to you, I think.” He drew circles on my bare shoulder with his finger and goosebumps rose on my flesh. “I’ve already tranced you, are you aware of that?”
“I was fighting it.”
“Roslyn told me that Patricia almost tranced you tonight.”
“Roslyn needs to learn how to keep her big mouth shut.”
He laughed and it reverberated across my skin like warm water. “I am happy that she told me. It means that you need a bit more training.”
The door opened and 18 year old Anthony walked in. He was dressed in a tailored, pin stripe suit, his sun-kissed brown hair loose and wavy, framing his face. He was a vision of innocence, but up close there was wisdom behind those eyes. He wasn’t a vampire; he was Ashley’s blood servant, Ashley’s only blood servant. Anthony came and kneeled before us, his hair coming forward to hide his face as he bowed his head.
“You called for me, Master?” He asked.
“You need not be so formal with Esther in the room, Anthony. Please stand.”
Anthony did as was told and looked me square in the eye. “How have you been, Mistress?”
“You’ve never called me Mistress before.” I tiptoed around my own emotions, not sure of how I wanted to feel.
Anthony looked at Ashley with a confused face.
“What aren’t you two telling me?” I looked back and forth between them.
“Anthony and I speak about a lot of things, and there are particular things that I tell him that I haven’t put into action yet.”
“Ashley, you’re tiptoeing around the question.”
“There are plans I have made for us, I will disclose them tonight, and you just have to be patient. For now you must feed.” He took my hand and placed it in Anthony’s. “He’ll make sure you’re well fed.”
I let Anthony lead me from the dining area to his room, the room he shared with Ashley. It was decorated in a very Victorian style, the primary colors being red, yellow, and gold with just a hint of orange. The bed was large, a King sized bed, and Anthony sat me the edge.
“Feel free to get comfortable.” He said peacefully.
“I’ve never fed from you before.”
He smiled at me. “I know, but now that things have changed, I think you’ll be feeding from me a lot more.”
“Would you please tell me what’s going on?”
“I can't disclose anything that my Master doesn’t want me to.”
I was angry at the fact that he wouldn’t tell, and even more angry that Ashley didn’t tell, but in the midst of the anger I was apprehensive to taste Anthony. He came before me and hiked up my dress, spreading my thighs wide enough to step in between them. The bed was at the right height for his crotch to touch mine.
“Anthony.” I said warningly.
His smile widened. “Ashley told me that you like guys who pushed just hard enough to take you over that line of no return.” He cupped the back of my head, tipping my lips up to him.
“Don’t-” My sentence wasn’t finished when his came down on mine. He was gentle, but there was an underlined demand to it. It like he was telling me that even if I wanted to turn back I couldn’t. His tongue snaked its way into my mouth, feeling the contours of my own tongue. I gave in to him as he laid me back on the bed, and he stifled my scream when he reached under my panties to touch me. There was no tentative touch, he wanted me and let me know. He pushed against my clit, moving in frustratingly slow circles. His finger dipped down to circle m entrance and I lifted me hips, trying to get him to delve inside.
“Bite me.” Anthony whispered. The look on his face said there was no going back. Our position had suddenly changed and the tip of his erection pushed against me. “Do it.” He encouraged.
I fisted his hair and savagely tugged his head to one side. My mouth watered as I exposed his neck. It was perfect, no marks to speak of, and the more I stared at it, the more the haze began to clear and I began to think. “I thought you were Ashley’s blood servant?”
He looked at me through half lidded eyes. “I am.” He purred lazily. “He just doesn’t feed from my neck.” He propped himself up with one hand, and with the other he pulled my head towards him. “Feed.”
The longer I stared at his neck the louder his pulse drummed in my ears. It got to the point that I couldn’t even hear him encouraging me to bite him, all I could hear was his pulse, and something feral in me, the part of the brain that kicked in when it came to survival, lunged forward and I bit him. The minute my teeth pierced his skin, he plunged into me, pushing as deep as possible until I was positive that he was going to tear through my body. I fought as hard as possible to sink my teeth in deeper, to find that main artery that would give all of him to me. And, as I sought to devour him, he rode me, pulling out to where he was barely inside me, then slamming forward, rupturing a scream from my throat. He pulled back to look at me and I could see my reflection in his eyes. I was flushed, my eyes impossible wide, blood dripping from my mouth down my chin.
Anthony licked my bottom lip. “You’re wasting your meal.”
I was too far gone to comprehend what he said. Instead, I turned his head the other way and made a twin bite mark, sucking as he fucked me. The momentum built until I was shaking and then, after swallowing as much as I could, I exploded, making another set of bite marks in Anthony’s shoulder, bringing him to climax with me. We laid silently, my body wrapped tightly around his.
“You were closed to me.” I whispered.
He raised himself on quavering arms to look at me. “Yes. I didn’t want to disappoint Ashley and ruin his surprise to you.”
I pushed him off me and stood up, before I was fully to my feet, he was there with a wet rag, wiping away his blood before it ruined my outfit. I pushed him away.
“You’re mad at me because I was closed to you?” He was asking, but it seemed more of a statement to me.
“Yes.”
He looked confused and hurt at the same time. “I-I am sorry I displeased you.”
“You don’t have to apologize.”
“No, I do.”
There was an awkward silence and I stood fidgeting with the hem of sleeves. “I’ve ruined you suit.”
“It’s quite alright, Ashley had intended for me to wear something else anyways.” He moved away from me and began to undress. I caught a glimpse of his swimmer’s back and perfect round ass before I turned away, blushing.
“When does the event begin?” I asked, sitting on the bed, my back to him, enough away from the stains we had made.
“It’s already started.”
“So we’re late?”
“Don’t worry, it was Ashley’s idea. You’re in no trouble.”
“I take it we are to arrive together?”
“Yes, I am to be your escort.” He came and stood in front of me wearing a suit that was identical to the other he had worn.
“I like it.” I said blandly.
“You may think it looks the same, but the fabric is utterly different. I believe this one is softer than the other.” He held is arm out to me. “Shall we?"
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The ride back home was silent, and I was more than uncomfortable at the fact that Patricia wanted to sit next to me. She snuggled into my side as though she was mine and I had given her life. I tried my best to keep my body closer to Malick than her, but she kept so close to me that we should have been joined at the hip.
“Are you okay?” Cleaver asked.
I looked up at him with a blank expression and he understood.
“Patricia, liebling, why don’t you come over here and sit with me?” He patted the seat next to him. “I would very much appreciate it.”
She looked up at me then at Cleaver. “But I want to be close to Esther.” She whispered in a child’s voice.
“Yes,” Cleaver worked his sweet overprotective magic over her, “but Esther is tired and if I believe so, you are making her very uncomfortable.”
Patricia turned her porcelain doll face up to me and pouted. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” I felt her brown try to drink me and I turned away before she could completely trance me.
“Get the fuck off me, you little demon.” I said it before I had time to think, and the whole car went quiet.
“What did you say?” She asked. Her child-like façade had dropped. Now she was just plain mad.
Malick gripped my hand trying to remind me that we were in closed quarters, but it was too late. I had opened this can of worms and now I had to close it. “You know damn well I don’t like for you to touch me, that’s probably why you came and sat beside me. Get. The. Fuck. Off.”
She looked at me through peaceful eyes, but I knew the wheels in her head were turning. She hopped off the seat and moved through the limo to Cleaver. She held her arms out to him and he picked her up like she was his pride and joy. I glanced over at Roslyn and she was looking back and forth between me and Patricia, her hand on the handle of her gun.
“Let’s everyone just calm down.” Malick whispered in a stagnant stammer. “It’s too close to sunrise for so much commotion. I have no doubt that you are all tired.”
I looked at him and he looked at me, a smile on his face. He took my hand and brought it to his mouth. “Esther.”
He said my name and that was enough. It was enough to let me know that there was something wrong, something in our silent uproar had flipped that switch in his head that reminded him of his past. His grip on my wrist tightened to the point of being painful and the smile on his face switched from peaceful to insane. He pulled me completely towards him and I heard Roslyn somewhere in the background cock her gun. Malick’s steel grey eyes washed over me like the waves of the sea. He was going to trance me and I didn’t have a way of fighting it. I tried to turn my head but he moved his just in time to keep my gaze.
His smile widened as tears flowed down his cheeks. “Would you like to see?”
His screams resonated in my head and he kept a good grip on me as my spine bowed. Images flashed across my face, but they went so fast that I didn’t have time to comprehend of make sense of any of it. Suddenly someone jerked me away from Malick and my last vision was him moving towards me, determination set across his face.
I awoke in my own bed with Cleaver standing off to the side. I looked up at him. “What happened?”
“Malick tranced you and we had to take him down.”
I sat up. “What do you mean ‘take him down’?”
“We tranked him.” He shrugged like it was something he did everyday.
“You used tranquilizers in him?”
He nodded. “He looked like he was gonna kill you, E. I was actually scared.” I went to get out of bed and he stopped me. “Look, Roslyn undressed you, and I had to watch, but I see you naked again I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”
I pulled the sheets around me and got up, marching over to my closet. I threw open the door and walked in. I had a very large closet, if there weren’t so many clothes in it, it could have been used as another bedroom. I went to my casual section and pulled a denim mini skirt, a pink bra along with pink undies, a white tank top, and a pair of brown flip flops. After I changed I walked back into my room surprised to find Cleaver still there.
“Very urban.” He stated, looking me over.
“I wish I could say the same for you.” He was wearing his usual black, black pants, black shirt, black shoes…yeah…just black.
“I like what I wear, thank you.”
“Where is Malick?”
“He went to therapy then he went out.”
“Out as in the sunlight?”
Cleaver nodded. “I’m envious.”
“Don’t be, it doesn’t look good on you.” I was about to leave my room when he stopped me.
“He was here and he told me to tell you that as soon you could walk go see him.”
“Did he ask me to wear anything specific?”
“Something nice.”
Our benefactor, Ashley Munroe, was a very rich man who happened to own just about every building in Los Angeles. He was a man of power and intelligence, not to mention that he was a billionaire and his numbers were steadily growing. When the vampires finally decided to come out to the public, Ashley was the first to welcome them with open arms. He provided homes and shelters…and even food if need be. I know I wasn’t of the first to be part of his collection, in fact, when I was presented to him he turned me down. Ironically, it was Patricia who pleaded my case, told him of what I was capable of. Now she hates me because I took her place.
I walked slowly down the hallway until I came upon red double-doors with two men guarding it. They were Riley and Pierce, excellent guards, the type who shot first and asked questions later. They peered down at me and slowly opened the doors, letting me into the dinning area. Ashley sat at the main table set on the platform at the front of the room. He didn’t look up when I came in and I started to move forward, Marcus, on of our many butlers, hooked his arm through mine, guiding me through the maze of small round tables up to Ashley.
“Mr. Munroe.” Marcus whispered.
Ashley looked up at me and I was half-way taken aback by the beauty of his face. He looked the same as he did when he was 25; wavy blonde hair that came just to the small of his back, emerald green eyes, porcelain delicate skin. He reminded me of a painting, flawless.
He smiled at me and my heart fluttered. “Esther.” He held his hand out to me and I took it without hesitation.
“Will that be all, sir?” Marcus asked.
“Yes, leave us. Wait,” Marcus looked at me, his finger delicately lining my cheek. “You haven’t fed tonight.”
“No, Malick was supposed to-”
“Yes, well, we know what happened to Malick, don’t we?” Ashley turned to Marcus. “She needs blood, bring me Anthony.”
Marcus left without a sound and Ashley escorted me to the seat next to his. “Are you aware that we have a dinner tonight?”
“I had heard.”
“All the important houses will be here.” He picked up a glass of red wine and put it to his lips. “Forgive me.”
“For what?” I asked softly.
“I have been very ungentlemanly; I haven’t commented you on you dress.” He took a sip of wine and set the glass down.
I had forgotten that I had changed clothes. I’d thrown on a black low cut corset and black lacy underwear with matching garters and stockings. On top of that I put on a red gown with black lace at the hems with black stilettos.
“You look very elegant, the red and black looks perfect against your skin. Would you be willing to wear that tonight?”
I looked at him confused. “I’m guarding tonight, this would get in the way.”
“No, you’re not guarding tonight, you’ll be here, with me.”
“Excuse me? I thought you were gonna have Patricia with you tonight?”
“Patricia has reached her limit, and I tire of her company. She and I have been together for a very long while, Esther, millennia’s actually. I’m looking for a new consort.”
“I’m not the stylish type.”
“That is why I’m attracted to you, I think.” He drew circles on my bare shoulder with his finger and goosebumps rose on my flesh. “I’ve already tranced you, are you aware of that?”
“I was fighting it.”
“Roslyn told me that Patricia almost tranced you tonight.”
“Roslyn needs to learn how to keep her big mouth shut.”
He laughed and it reverberated across my skin like warm water. “I am happy that she told me. It means that you need a bit more training.”
The door opened and 18 year old Anthony walked in. He was dressed in a tailored, pin stripe suit, his sun-kissed brown hair loose and wavy, framing his face. He was a vision of innocence, but up close there was wisdom behind those eyes. He wasn’t a vampire; he was Ashley’s blood servant, Ashley’s only blood servant. Anthony came and kneeled before us, his hair coming forward to hide his face as he bowed his head.
“You called for me, Master?” He asked.
“You need not be so formal with Esther in the room, Anthony. Please stand.”
Anthony did as was told and looked me square in the eye. “How have you been, Mistress?”
“You’ve never called me Mistress before.” I tiptoed around my own emotions, not sure of how I wanted to feel.
Anthony looked at Ashley with a confused face.
“What aren’t you two telling me?” I looked back and forth between them.
“Anthony and I speak about a lot of things, and there are particular things that I tell him that I haven’t put into action yet.”
“Ashley, you’re tiptoeing around the question.”
“There are plans I have made for us, I will disclose them tonight, and you just have to be patient. For now you must feed.” He took my hand and placed it in Anthony’s. “He’ll make sure you’re well fed.”
I let Anthony lead me from the dining area to his room, the room he shared with Ashley. It was decorated in a very Victorian style, the primary colors being red, yellow, and gold with just a hint of orange. The bed was large, a King sized bed, and Anthony sat me the edge.
“Feel free to get comfortable.” He said peacefully.
“I’ve never fed from you before.”
He smiled at me. “I know, but now that things have changed, I think you’ll be feeding from me a lot more.”
“Would you please tell me what’s going on?”
“I can't disclose anything that my Master doesn’t want me to.”
I was angry at the fact that he wouldn’t tell, and even more angry that Ashley didn’t tell, but in the midst of the anger I was apprehensive to taste Anthony. He came before me and hiked up my dress, spreading my thighs wide enough to step in between them. The bed was at the right height for his crotch to touch mine.
“Anthony.” I said warningly.
His smile widened. “Ashley told me that you like guys who pushed just hard enough to take you over that line of no return.” He cupped the back of my head, tipping my lips up to him.
“Don’t-” My sentence wasn’t finished when his came down on mine. He was gentle, but there was an underlined demand to it. It like he was telling me that even if I wanted to turn back I couldn’t. His tongue snaked its way into my mouth, feeling the contours of my own tongue. I gave in to him as he laid me back on the bed, and he stifled my scream when he reached under my panties to touch me. There was no tentative touch, he wanted me and let me know. He pushed against my clit, moving in frustratingly slow circles. His finger dipped down to circle m entrance and I lifted me hips, trying to get him to delve inside.
“Bite me.” Anthony whispered. The look on his face said there was no going back. Our position had suddenly changed and the tip of his erection pushed against me. “Do it.” He encouraged.
I fisted his hair and savagely tugged his head to one side. My mouth watered as I exposed his neck. It was perfect, no marks to speak of, and the more I stared at it, the more the haze began to clear and I began to think. “I thought you were Ashley’s blood servant?”
He looked at me through half lidded eyes. “I am.” He purred lazily. “He just doesn’t feed from my neck.” He propped himself up with one hand, and with the other he pulled my head towards him. “Feed.”
The longer I stared at his neck the louder his pulse drummed in my ears. It got to the point that I couldn’t even hear him encouraging me to bite him, all I could hear was his pulse, and something feral in me, the part of the brain that kicked in when it came to survival, lunged forward and I bit him. The minute my teeth pierced his skin, he plunged into me, pushing as deep as possible until I was positive that he was going to tear through my body. I fought as hard as possible to sink my teeth in deeper, to find that main artery that would give all of him to me. And, as I sought to devour him, he rode me, pulling out to where he was barely inside me, then slamming forward, rupturing a scream from my throat. He pulled back to look at me and I could see my reflection in his eyes. I was flushed, my eyes impossible wide, blood dripping from my mouth down my chin.
Anthony licked my bottom lip. “You’re wasting your meal.”
I was too far gone to comprehend what he said. Instead, I turned his head the other way and made a twin bite mark, sucking as he fucked me. The momentum built until I was shaking and then, after swallowing as much as I could, I exploded, making another set of bite marks in Anthony’s shoulder, bringing him to climax with me. We laid silently, my body wrapped tightly around his.
“You were closed to me.” I whispered.
He raised himself on quavering arms to look at me. “Yes. I didn’t want to disappoint Ashley and ruin his surprise to you.”
I pushed him off me and stood up, before I was fully to my feet, he was there with a wet rag, wiping away his blood before it ruined my outfit. I pushed him away.
“You’re mad at me because I was closed to you?” He was asking, but it seemed more of a statement to me.
“Yes.”
He looked confused and hurt at the same time. “I-I am sorry I displeased you.”
“You don’t have to apologize.”
“No, I do.”
There was an awkward silence and I stood fidgeting with the hem of sleeves. “I’ve ruined you suit.”
“It’s quite alright, Ashley had intended for me to wear something else anyways.” He moved away from me and began to undress. I caught a glimpse of his swimmer’s back and perfect round ass before I turned away, blushing.
“When does the event begin?” I asked, sitting on the bed, my back to him, enough away from the stains we had made.
“It’s already started.”
“So we’re late?”
“Don’t worry, it was Ashley’s idea. You’re in no trouble.”
“I take it we are to arrive together?”
“Yes, I am to be your escort.” He came and stood in front of me wearing a suit that was identical to the other he had worn.
“I like it.” I said blandly.
“You may think it looks the same, but the fabric is utterly different. I believe this one is softer than the other.” He held is arm out to me. “Shall we?"
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was silent, and I was more than uncomfortable at the fact that Patricia wanted to sit next to me. She snuggled into my side as though she was mine and I had given her life. I tried my best to keep my body closer to Malick than her, but she kept so close to me that we should have been joined at the hip.
“Are you okay?” Cleaver asked.
I looked up at him with a blank expression and he understood.
“Patricia, liebling, why don't you come over here and sit with me?” He patted the seat next to him. “I would very much appreciate it.”
She looked up at me then at Cleaver. “But I want to be close to Esther.” She whispered in a child's voice.
“Yes,” Cleaver worked his sweet overprotective magic over her, “but Esther is tired and if I believe so, you are making her very uncomfortable.”
Patricia turned her porcelain doll face up to me and pouted. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” I felt her brown try to drink me and I turned away before she could completely trance me.
“Get the fuck off me, you little demon.” I said it before I had time to think, and the whole car went quiet.
“What did you say?” She asked. Her child-like façade had dropped. Now she was just plain mad.
Malick gripped my hand trying to remind me that we were in closed quarters, but it was too late. I had opened this can of worms and now I had to close it. “You know damn well I don't like for you to touch me, that's probably why you came and sat beside me. Get. The. Fuck. Off.”
She looked at me through peaceful eyes, but I knew the wheels in her head were turning. She hopped off the seat and moved through the limo to Cleaver. She held her arms out to him and he picked her up like she was his pride and joy. I glanced over at Roslyn and she was looking back and forth between me and Patricia, her hand on the handle of her gun.
“Let's everyone just calm down.” Malick whispered in a stagnant stammer. “It's too close to sunrise for so much commotion. I have no doubt that you are all tired.”
I looked at him and he looked at me, a smile on his face. He took my hand and brought it to his mouth. “Esther.”
He said my name and that was enough. It was enough to let me know that there was something wrong, something in our silent uproar had flipped that switch in his head that reminded him of his past. His grip on my wrist tightened to the point of being painful and the smile on his face switched from peaceful to insane. He pulled me completely towards him and I heard Roslyn somewhere in the background cock her gun. Malick's steel grey eyes washed over me like the waves of the sea. He was going to trance me and I didn't have a way of fighting it. I tried to turn my head but he moved his just in time to keep my gaze.
His smile widened as tears flowed down his cheeks. “Would you like to see?”
His screams resonated in my head and he kept a good grip on me as my spine bowed. Images flashed across my face, but they went so fast that I didn't have time to comprehend of make sense of any of it. Suddenly someone jerked me away from Malick and my last vision was him moving towards me, determination set across his face.
I awoke in my own bed with Cleaver standing off to the side. I looked up at him. “What happened?”
“Malick tranced you and we had to take him down.”
I sat up. “What do you mean `take him down'?”
“We tranked him.” He shrugged like it was something he did everyday.
“You used tranquilizers in him?”
He nodded. “He looked like he was gonna kill you, E. I was actually scared.” I went to get out of bed and he stopped me. “Look, Roslyn undressed you, and I had to watch, but I see you naked again I don't know what I'm gonna do.”
I pulled the sheets around me and got up, marching over to my closet. I threw open the door and walked in. I had a very large closet, if there weren't so many clothes in it, it could have been used as another bedroom. I went to my casual section and pulled a denim mini skirt, a pink bra along with pink undies, a white tank top, and a pair of brown flip flops. After I changed I walked back into my room surprised to find Cleaver still there.
“Very urban.” He stated, looking me over.
“I wish I could say the same for you.” He was wearing his usual black, black pants, black shirt, black shoes…yeah…just black.
“I like what I wear, thank you.”
“Where is Malick?”
“He went to therapy then he went out.”
“Out as in the sunlight?”
Cleaver nodded. “I'm envious.”
“Don't be, it doesn't look good on you.” I was about to leave my room when he stopped me.
“He was here and he told me to tell you that as soon you could walk go see him.”
“Did he ask me to wear anything specific?”
“Something nice.”
Our benefactor, Ashley Munroe, was a very rich man who happened to own just about every building in Los Angeles. He was a man of power and intelligence, not to mention that he was a billionaire and his numbers were steadily growing. When the vampires finally decided to come out to the public, Ashley was the first to welcome them with open arms. He provided homes and shelters…and even food if need be. I know I wasn't of the first to be part of his collection, in fact, when I was presented to him he turned me down. Ironically, it was Patricia who pleaded my case, told him of what I was capable of. Now she hates me because I took her place.
I walked slowly down the hallway until I came upon red double-doors with two men guarding it. They were Riley and Pierce, excellent guards, the type who shot first and asked questions later. They peered down at me and slowly opened the doors, letting me into the dinning area. Ashley sat at the main table set on the platform at the front of the room. He didn't look up when I came in and I started to move forward, Marcus, on of our many butlers, hooked his arm through mine, guiding me through the maze of small round tables up to Ashley.
“Mr. Munroe.” Marcus whispered.
Ashley looked up at me and I was half-way taken aback by the beauty of his face. He looked the same as he did when he was 25; wavy blonde hair that came just to the small of his back, emerald green eyes, porcelain delicate skin. He reminded me of a painting, flawless.
He smiled at me and my heart fluttered. “Esther.” He held his hand out to me and I took it without hesitation.
“Will that be all, sir?” Marcus asked.
“Yes, leave us. Wait,” Marcus looked at me, his finger delicately lining my cheek. “You haven't fed tonight.”
“No, Malick was supposed to-”
“Yes, well, we know what happened to Malick, don't we?” Ashley turned to Marcus. “She needs blood, bring me Anthony.”
Marcus left without a sound and Ashley escorted me to the seat next to his. “Are you aware that we have a dinner tonight?”
“I had heard.”
“All the important houses will be here.” He picked up a glass of red wine and put it to his lips. “Forgive me.”
“For what?” I asked softly.
“I have been very ungentlemanly; I haven't commented you on you dress.” He took a sip of wine and set the glass down.
I had forgotten that I had changed clothes. I'd thrown on a black low cut corset and black lacy underwear with matching garters and stockings. On top of that I put on a red gown with black lace at the hems with black stilettos.
“You look very elegant, the red and black looks perfect against your skin. Would you be willing to wear that tonight?”
I looked at him confused. “I'm guarding tonight, this would get in the way.”
“No, you're not guarding tonight, you'll be here, with me.”
“Excuse me? I thought you were gonna have Patricia with you tonight?”
“Patricia has reached her limit, and I tire of her company. She and I have been together for a very long while, Esther, millennia's actually. I'm looking for a new consort.”
“I'm not the stylish type.”
“That is why I'm attracted to you, I think.” He drew circles on my bare shoulder with his finger and goosebumps rose on my flesh. “I've already tranced you, are you aware of that?”
“I was fighting it.”
“Roslyn told me that Patricia almost tranced you tonight.”
“Roslyn needs to learn how to keep her big mouth shut.”
He laughed and it reverberated across my skin like warm water. “I am happy that she told me. It means that you need a bit more training.”
The door opened and 18 year old Anthony walked in. He was dressed in a tailored, pin stripe suit, his sun-kissed brown hair loose and wavy, framing his face. He was a vision of innocence, but up close there was wisdom behind those eyes. He wasn't a vampire; he was Ashley's blood servant, Ashley's only blood servant. Anthony came and kneeled before us, his hair coming forward to hide his face as he bowed his head.
“You called for me, Master?” He asked.
“You need not be so formal with Esther in the room, Anthony. Please stand.”
Anthony did as was told and looked me square in the eye. “How have you been, Mistress?”
“You've never called me Mistress before.” I tiptoed around my own emotions, not sure of how I wanted to feel.
Anthony looked at Ashley with a confused face.
“What aren't you two telling me?” I looked back and forth between them.
“Anthony and I speak about a lot of things, and there are particular things that I tell him that I haven't put into action yet.”
“Ashley, you're tiptoeing around the question.”
“There are plans I have made for us, I will disclose them tonight, and you just have to be patient. For now you must feed.” He took my hand and placed it in Anthony's. “He'll make sure you're well fed.”
I let Anthony lead me from the dining area to his room, the room he shared with Ashley. It was decorated in a very Victorian style, the primary colors being red, yellow, and gold with just a hint of orange. The bed was large, a King sized bed, and Anthony sat me the edge.
“Feel free to get comfortable.” He said peacefully.
“I've never fed from you before.”
He smiled at me. “I know, but now that things have changed, I think you'll be feeding from me a lot more.”
“Would you please tell me what's going on?”
“I can't disclose anything that my Master doesn't want me to.”
I was angry at the fact that he wouldn't tell, and even more angry that Ashley didn't tell, but in the midst of the anger I was apprehensive to taste Anthony. He came before me and hiked up my dress, spreading my thighs wide enough to step in between them. The bed was at the right height for his crotch to touch mine.
“Anthony.” I said warningly.
His smile widened. “Ashley told me that you like guys who pushed just hard enough to take you over that line of no return.” He cupped the back of my head, tipping my lips up to him.
“Don't-” My sentence wasn't finished when his came down on mine. He was gentle, but there was an underlined demand to it. It like he was telling me that even if I wanted to turn back I couldn't. His tongue snaked its way into my mouth, feeling the contours of my own tongue. I gave in to him as he laid me back on the bed, and he stifled my scream when he reached under my panties to touch me. There was no tentative touch, he wanted me and let me know. He pushed against my clit, moving in frustratingly slow circles. His finger dipped down to circle m entrance and I lifted me hips, trying to get him to delve inside.
“Bite me.” Anthony whispered. The look on his face said there was no going back. Our position had suddenly changed and the tip of his erection pushed against me. “Do it.” He encouraged.
I fisted his hair and savagely tugged his head to one side. My mouth watered as I exposed his neck. It was perfect, no marks to speak of, and the more I stared at it, the more the haze began to clear and I began to think. “I thought you were Ashley's blood servant?”
He looked at me through half lidded eyes. “I am.” He purred lazily. “He just doesn't feed from my neck.” He propped himself up with one hand, and with the other he pulled my head towards him. “Feed.”
The longer I stared at his neck the louder his pulse drummed in my ears. It got to the point that I couldn't even hear him encouraging me to bite him, all I could hear was his pulse, and something feral in me, the part of the brain that kicked in when it came to survival, lunged forward and I bit him. The minute my teeth pierced his skin, he plunged into me, pushing as deep as possible until I was positive that he was going to tear through my body. I fought as hard as possible to sink my teeth in deeper, to find that main artery that would give all of him to me. And, as I sought to devour him, he rode me, pulling out to where he was barely inside me, then slamming forward, rupturing a scream from my throat. He pulled back to look at me and I could see my reflection in his eyes. I was flushed, my eyes impossible wide, blood dripping from my mouth down my chin.
Anthony licked my bottom lip. “You're wasting your meal.”
I was too far gone to comprehend what he said. Instead, I turned his head the other way and made a twin bite mark, sucking as he fucked me. The momentum built until I was shaking and then, after swallowing as much as I could, I exploded, making another set of bite marks in Anthony's shoulder, bringing him to climax with me. We laid silently, my body wrapped tightly around his.
“You were closed to me.” I whispered.
He raised himself on quavering arms to look at me. “Yes. I didn't want to disappoint Ashley and ruin his surprise to you.”
I pushed him off me and stood up, before I was fully to my feet, he was there with a wet rag, wiping away his blood before it ruined my outfit. I pushed him away.
“You're mad at me because I was closed to you?” He was asking, but it seemed more of a statement to me.
“Yes.”
He looked confused and hurt at the same time. “I-I am sorry I displeased you.”
“You don't have to apologize.”
“No, I do.”
There was an awkward silence and I stood fidgeting with the hem of sleeves. “I've ruined you suit.”
“It's quite alright, Ashley had intended for me to wear something else anyways.” He moved away from me and began to undress. I caught a glimpse of his swimmer's back and perfect round ass before I turned away, blushing.
“When does the event begin?” I asked, sitting on the bed, my back to him, enough away from the stains we had made.
“It's already started.”
“So we're late?”
“Don't worry, it was Ashley's idea. You're in no trouble.”
“I take it we are to arrive together?”
“Yes, I am to be your escort.” He came and stood in front of me wearing a suit that was identical to the other he had worn.
“I like it.” I said blandly.
“You may think it looks the same, but the fabric is utterly different. I believe this one is softer than the other.” He held is arm out to me. “Shall we?”