Faline

My head is pounding, feeling like a drum someone is beating on unmercifully, the pressure pushing hard against the back of my eyeballs. Bombarding memories from the man I'd killed and his family, it's been at least sixteen hours since, but I haven't been able to get them out of my head.

When I'd passed out from getting hit by Anthony, I fell into a nightmare world. Unconsciousness is not a blank nothingness, it's an endless loop you can't escape from. Instead of the man I had killed, I was killing my sister over and over. Each time with her coming to me to take me home, to make me safe. But as soon as she turns her back, I attack.

Splashes of blood everywhere, a room's walls weep with it, inconsistent lights flash around us. I hear her trying to speak to me, to pull me from the darkness. Always try to respond but my vocal cords refuse to work. I follow after her, but unable to warn her that I will attack.

Each time different, but results always the same.

The sounds of tearing flesh, cracking bones, and a wash of heat explodes around us, my teeth sinking deep into soft skin. Sometimes the flesh is covered in thick fur, as is my own. Images from above and down below in shadows.

Stalking. My rage and fear overrule me.

Once I awaken, I do it screaming. Multiple hands hold me down as I thrash and cry out, nothing in my head but terror and the need to get away. I had to have screamed for over twenty minutes while held down by hard bodies. When I'm able to actually open my eyes, I want to scream some more, but my throat is so dry and raw that I can barely make a squeak.

Nicolaus is sitting on my upper body, while Anthony about breaks my legs holding them down. The Werewolf is covered in sweat and glaring at me. I get the feeling he doesn't like me much. I lay under them panting, my heart racing but steadily slowing to a sluggish beat.

Swallowing hard, I look up at Nicolaus, face set in grim lines, his long hair is pulled back in a tail, and orange eyes flash over me. Hopefully, he'll think I'm too high maintenance and give me the chance I need to get away. His cold hand cups my cheek as unbelievably, tenderness softens his eyes.

So much for him wanting to be rid of me.

Anthony pushes himself up with a huff, one last hard jab given to my knees before he stands. My eyes jump to his, a growl escaping me as I bare my teeth at him. He growls back before walking away. The wolf's body is covered in dirt, the awful smell caught in my nostrils is probably coming from him. With a sneer on my face, I look back to my ever-living, or, non-living rather, bane.

I try to push him off me, but with him straddling my chest, my arms are pinned under his legs. No leverage doesn't help. Sighing, I turn my head and go limp, a thick collar shifts under my chin, metal scraping against my skin. Eyes follow the attached chain to the wall, then widen as the thick chain links in the middle are broken.

I blink at it a few times then shift my head back over towards Nicolaus. His eyes had followed where mine had gone, returning to lock on mine, he nods slowly. With a hand still cupping my face, a thumb rubs over the ridge of my cheekbone.

"I had not expected you to be so strong, not this soon after your conversion. You're such a tiny thing."

He sighs, pausing for a moment before moving slowly off me, going to the side and sitting there, he gathers the chain into his lap.

"Vampires, as a rule, get stronger as they age, but you are a fledgling. I myself can claim almost one hundred and sixty years. You should not be this strong so fast. The real question now is if you know how to use that strength when you're not unconscious."

That last part is said with a hint of laughter in his voice, eyebrow raised as he looks down at me. Really feeling at a disadvantage, I slowly sit up. The thick metal on my neck rubs harshly, already know I've gone raw from it. I wince but ignore it while I look around. We're no longer in the bigger room.

Drawing my brows together as I really look, the floor is wood planking and normal walls surround me. Still no windows, but a cursed four-poster bed sits in the middle of the room. I lift my lip in disgust at the heavy wood, the gold and blue curtains, and matching bedding. An ancient-looking armoire against the far wall seems out of place.

The room itself looks rather large, a few opened doors leading to a closet and bathroom. My new goal in life is to avoid that room if it's anything like the previous one. With that thought, I look down at myself, not surprised to find that I'm wearing nothing. I swear to all that's unholy I'm gonna find a convent and become a damn nun.

"Are you ever going to give me back my clothes?"

It's almost comical how shocked he looks from my openly talking without yelling or cursing at him. My throat's feeling a little better, still dry as hell though.

"The clothes you had were burned. Don't like clothes on you, I like to see you. Nothing in my way to touch you."

His hand reaches out towards me, but I lean back, shifting away from him. A scowl takes over my face as I shake my head furiously, but as per usual, that doesn't stop him. He grips a hand in my hair, tight to my scalp, and holds me still. The Vampire's mouth descends hard on mine, lips bruising as they press firmly.

His mouth opens to pull on my lips with his sharp teeth, fangs sinking into my inner lip, causing me to gasp, which is just the opening he needs to thrust his tongue deep. I know better than to bite down so I remain passive, hands clenching hard instead. I can feel my nails dig harshly into my palms.

Soon as his other hand cups my breast though, I can't do it anymore. Jerking back and pushing him away at the same time, he laughs and releases me, letting me move back. His light green button-up shirt becomes stained with the blood on my hands.

Quick as a snake he pulls them to him, drawing my palms to his mouth where he licks them. Watching me the whole time as velvet strokes warm the wounds, I look away. Gripping my arms, he hauls me up to my feet. I fall into his hard body, trying to flinch away but one steel arm goes across my back as the other slides down my arm to my side, then further down to my back and rear end to cup my naked bottom.

Exclaiming in denial, another plan is formed. If pulling away won't work, then forward I shall go. Catching him off guard as I press forward, tiptoes are raised while tucking my face into the hollow of his neck and shoulder. My hands grip his shirt as I sink my teeth into his neck, feeling the unblemished skin from a previous attack I had done.

Instead of him trying to push me off like I thought he would, he pulls me closer, the hand on my ass moving to hold my head while a shudder goes through his body. Warm blood pours into my mouth as my eyes fly to the moving shadow behind him. Anthony has grown his claws and is creeping closer, going into a half shift. I growl, the sound vibrating from my mouth to the neck under my teeth.

His blood does nothing for my need for sustenance, but it wets my parched throat. I dig my teeth in deeper as I watch Anthony, his teeth bared as he prepares to come at me. Nicolaus whirls around to face his pet, getting him to back down with just a look while clutching me to him.

Unlike with the man from before, I don't pick up on any memories from the Vamp. Although I'm glad, I'm a bit disappointed that I won't be able to learn anything by doing this. The thought of trying to rip out his throat again is strong in my head, my body fairly shakes with the need to, but I refrain. Really don't want to be knocked out again.

With as warm and free moving as his blood is, I'd wager a guess he'd fed recently. Pulling back slowly, fighting my body, a question goes through my head from some things I'd read before, and seen him do. Perfect time to test it. As I draw back, fangs release from his skin and I draw my tongue over the wound.

His body hardens even more against mine, but I'm too intent on watching the wound, for it is closing, and fast. So Vampires do have healing properties in their saliva. I lick my lips then swipe my tongue over him again. The second time around closes the holes completely, leaving no trace behind.

A thrill goes through me for a second but dies when I feel where my body is. At some point my legs had raised and gone around his hips, hands gripping his shoulders and bare chest pressing hard into his. Feeling that he's very happy with me there, his breathing comes in short pants, it's ruffling my hair.

I try dropping, letting go of him instantly, but that gets me nowhere as his arms are still around me. He tucks his face into my neck, a mirror of what I'd been doing to him. Kissing at the pulse he finds beating there, Nicolaus sets his teeth around it. I freeze, but he goes no further, just pressing his teeth against me.

"If only we had the time right now, I'd take you my lovely, but there is business that needs tending to."

I exhale in a rush as he lets me go, slowly, having me slide down his body. Annoying but at least he's leaving. Once my feet touch the floor I back up quickly, eyes flying to Anthony as I almost walk right into him. Having to dodge away fast as he reaches for me, supposedly to steady me, but more than likely to hurt me.

"We've had to move to a new location to keep any unsavories from finding us that our Master may have sent, as I had said before, but we're still not safe. We shall stay here, for now, get you more acquainted with some of the things you can do before we make the big trips."

With that they both walk out of the room, not paying attention to the fact that I go pale...er.

Big trips?

Master?

I recall him mentioning something before, but I just passed it off as it being part of his elaborate fantasy. This could be very bad. Well...worse.

A heavy lock snicks into place, but at least this time I'm not tied up to anything, collar notwithstanding. Whether it's an oversight or intended, there's no telling. Crossing my arms over my chest, I make my way to the armoire. Stupid name for a fancy dresser, but whatever.

The drawers are full of gauzy underwear, peekaboo bras, and other items that I have no names for. In the larger section, there are things hanging up. I look over them with a scowl; sheer robes, lingerie, and a couple of barely-there costumes.

Either Anthony is a closet cross-dresser or a woman lives, or had lived here. I grab a black sheer robe, then after a second grab a pair of the silkier than gauzy underwear. They may be see-through, but it's better than nothing. Have to smirk at the thought of Anthony wearing a peekaboo bra.

The chain hangs heavy, pulling the collar to one side. Moving it around, I vaguely recall what happened with the rest of it. I flick at the links, heavy and thick, don't know how I managed to break through it. I take a quick glance at the door.

Moving towards it on light feet, I press my ear against it just to hear nothing. A hand slowly turns the doorknob, not surprised though when it only goes so far and stops. Taking a step back to look over the door, it's a typical dark-colored, heavy wooden door, so I get closer to the hinges and look them over.

Not rusted, but not new either. The sad part is that they're a type that I can't jimmy loose. I spin around in disgust. What good is it to be a Vampire if I don't know how to use anything that goes with it? The clinking of chain links once again spark in my brain.

I kick the door, that 'right at the tip of your tongue' feeling is driving me nuts. Restless feet take me around the room, not content until I see everything. Queen size bed in the middle of the room, fancy dresser against a wall, added on bathroom, dark wood floor with a large rug under and surrounding the bed, and mahogany-colored wallpaper on the walls.

There's a laptop on the bed, but I know it's pretty much useless. Checking it would be pointless, as either Nicolaus or his dog would have it password protected. Anthony isn't all that smart, but the Vampire is.

Several hookups like the one my chain was linked up to, as well as others in different formations that, I think, are to hold up a whole body, are spread out on the wall. A couple of sets of manacles hang on the wall facing the end of the bed, they all poke out at random intervals around the frame.

Except behind it.

Behind the bed has something very different. Whoever lives here must have a serious thing for BDSM, as the whole back wall is covered with different styles and types of whips, canes, riding crops, masks, cuffs, sex toys, and other 'I have no idea whats'.

I'm suddenly feeling way out of my depth.