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Chapter 17: In the Master's Chambers
Cain approached the foot of the bed, his immense wings tucked nonchalantly behind him, Alex felt like thrashing to get free. Gritting her teeth and feeling the electricity of anxiety zoom through her limbs, she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. He smiled.
“Do I frighten you in this form?”
“Ha! Hardly. I’ve seen Abel in his crusnik state and it’s something awe-inspiring, not frightening. You expect me to just have a shit fit and start squealing and begging you not to come closer or something like a frightened schoolgirl?” Cain chuckled, displaying his fangs. For just a moment, Alex was slightly taken aback at the overly large accessories. They hadn’t seemed so long when Abel had them.
“So, am I awe-inspiring then?” Alex blushed furiously and turned her face away. Cain laughed outright at her speechlessness.
“You are a cruel soul, and cruelness in never awe-inspiring.” Alex raised her eyes to Cain and gasped almost inaudibly as his wings began to disappear and his eyes faded to the most serene blue, a blue she’d lost herself in before. “You... you can still become terran.”
“There are many things I can do, little terran.”
“Alexandra. My name is Alexandra.” Cain’s grin broadened and he locked gazes with her.
“Alexandra.” He walked around the side of the bed, passing through a shadow, and once he passed back into the light again, he had taken his complete human form. Alex relaxed, wondering what he planned to do. He sat on the bed, to her left side. Alex pulled against the restraints, struggling to get away from him. He leaned forward, putting on an expression of the deepest hurt.
“Alexandra, you wound me. I’ve changed my very form to be more comforting to you, yet you pull away from me as if I were the devil.”
“You are the devil! You are the devil and you have dragged me into hell.” Cain’s face was stricken and tears welled in his eyes. Alex was taken aback and her hair stood on end. “What is wrong with you?”
“Yet another woman, poisoned by my brother’s lies. Have you not considered that I captured you to save you from the same fate as his last lover? Women who follow him are cursed to die a miserable death! I’m sure he told you I killed Lilith, but did he ever say how? Yes, and he mourned for nine hundred years, but wouldn’t such a devastated lover ever consider revenge? We are equaled in strength, because our bodies are the same, but we each have the potential to best the other in battle because our thought process is different and our fighting style is different. So, why so much mourning? Unless he blamed himself.” Cain was quiet, the tears never falling from his eyes. The conviction in his voice, the emotion in his eyes, caused Alex to consider him closely.
“What do you mean, he killed her?”
“Methuselahs that sided with me, clashed with Seth, Lilith, and Abel and the terrans that sided with them. Lilith was killed in the fight by a methuselah. Abel blamed her death on me as surely as if I’d been the one wielding a weapon against her. He also blamed himself, for their terrans were the first to fire on us, and so, turned the skirmish into an all out war. He should have been watching over our sisters, but instead he let his bloodlust loose itself upon the crowd and he forgot himself. Lilith was lost and I mourned almost as deeply as he did. He wanted desperately to blame anyone but himself, and so he did. She was my mother too, Alexandra, my sister. I did not have her physically as my brother did, but I loved her just as surely. They were my family. Overnight our family was torn apart.” Cain came close, his face only inches from her own. She flushed, unable to pull away from him anymore.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what? Don’t come so close? Don’t stare into your eyes? Don’t look in awe at a face I haven’t seen in almost a millennia? He has told you how much you look like your foremother, hasn’t he? It’s amazing. The same raven hair, the same penetrating eyes whose colors change like a kaleidoscope.”
“Such wondrous poetry. I thought I wouldn’t find a tender manner here...” Cain grinned and grabbed her by the hair, quick as lightening. Alex pressed her eyes closed at the pain that danced across her scalp for the second time that night. She distracted herself, wondering if the two men had managed to rip hair out yet. Cain loosened his grip considerably and Alex looked up at him.
“I can be a tyrant, or I can court you properly. I’ve brought you here for many reasons, and none of them are to inflict needless pain or torture. Behave in a manner becoming to a queen and I will make you one. Behave like a rebellious captive and I will treat you as one. What say you, Alexandra?”
“I say prove it. Release me.” Cain chuckled, that same rumbling chuckle and Alex closed her eyes, telling herself over and over that he wasn’t Abel. When she opened her eyes do glare at him she was taken aback at the sight he presented. Leaning over her, a content smile on his face, the dim light from the room cast pink hues through his golden hair as it fell through the blood red sheers. A similar sight had preceded a fantastic love making session between her and Abel and the very thought brought tears to her eyes.
“And what will you do for me if I release you?” Cain leaned closer, inhaling the scent of her hair. He was so much like Abel and Alex longed to be comforted, her nerves ragged from the day’s proceedings. “I promise you, the affection that Abel lavished upon you will be nothing in comparison to my own. My loyalty and my affection is fierce, and I’ve been waiting for you for quite some time.”
“Don’t.”
“Again, you proclaim ‘don’t’, but I can smell your desire. I can feel your emotions like a warm fire.” Cain’s breath ghosted across her right ear and Alex shuddered, turning her face away. She moved her body to the right as best she could, struggling to put distance between them, but she only succeeded in bumping into him. He leaned over her, pressing his chest to hers, kissing her cheek almost reverently. She sighed softly, reminding herself that he wasn’t Abel, no matter how much she wanted him to be.
“I don’t want this.”
“What do you want? Tell me and you shall have it.”
“I want Abel.”
“Anything but that.” Cain sounded sour, almost hurt, but he continued kissing down her neck, silencing her. He only managed to silence her for a moment before she regained her senses and renewed her struggling. “Cease this useless struggling!” He shook her gently.
“Release me.”
“In a few moments, perhaps, once you’ve relaxed.”
“Kind of hard to feel relaxed when I’m being held captive.” Cain smirked against her neck, biting gently with his dull terran teeth. The action earned a gasp from Alex who closed her eyes tightly, pulling on her restraints. Cain pulled away to kiss down to the top of her corset, and Alex’s breath hitched. Digging her heels into the sheets, Alex tossed her head to the side and he nibbled and sucked gently on her skin. Alex let some pathetic noise slip and Cain chuckled, that lovely rumbling chuckle.
“That was lovely. See how lovely it can be if you just let yourself take pleasure from it?” Cain reached to unshackle her and before she could move to get away he was laying over her again, his weight pinning her to the bed. “Such a beautiful terran. So much like Crystal, but more determined, more...feisty.” Cain’s appreciative smile stilled her even longer and she looked up into his face, blushing.
“Please...” Alex couldn’t finish her sentence, her voice failing her as she gazed at him.
“Anything, Alexandra. Ask and it is yours.” She couldn’t answer, her blush deepening as she turned her gaze away in shame. Cain used the opportunity to lavish her neck, biting gently, tormenting the sensitive skin. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck of their own accord, her fingers threading through his hair unconsciously. “Mmm... Alexandra.” He half moaned her name into her ear, grinding his erection against her leather clad thigh.
“Please. Please, don’t do this.” Alex, feeling as though she’d taken another hit to the head, reeled and pushed weakly against his chest. She gazed into his face, her eyes refusing to focus. “What have you done to me?”
“I have done nothing, Alexandra. You are merely feeling the effects of letting yourself take pleasure in my ministrations.” Cain’s warm breath on her neck, caused the room to spin anew and she shoved with all her might against his chest. He sat up, rather affronted with her sharp rejection. He shackled her immediately and stood at the foot of the bed.
“Isaac!” His voice was low, his command absolute.
“Mein Herr.” Isaac materialized before them as he had before, sliding in from the shadows. He walked over and bowed deeply to Cain, his eyes on Alex, a twisted smile curling his lips. Cain’s eyes were on her too and Alex was rooted to the spot by their combined scrutiny. Cain’s face looked pained as if he’d taken a great blow.
“Stand, servant.” Isaac did so, his smile broadening as he stood at the foot of the bed and faced Alex. Cain moved behind Isaac and moved his long silken hair aside, pushing it forward over his right shoulder. Both men gazed at Alex, an unnameable fire in their eyes and Alex blushed, thinking for a wild moment, that Cain meant to take Isaac in front of her as some strange show of domination. Before she could think further on this notion, Cain transformed into his crusnik form, his hair swirling violently. Isaac shivered visibly, standing stock still for his Master. Red eyes latched onto Alex’s face as Cain’s enormous fangs sank brutally into Isaac’s exposed throat. Isaac’s face contorted into a strange expression, somewhere between pain and pleasure. Cain all but gnawed on Isaac, taking a long hardy drink from him. When Cain finally did release him, Isaac swooned and could hardly stand on his own. Isaac finally straightened his uniform and hair, bowing low.
“Mein Herr is too gracious.”
“I am most gracious. Though, Alexandra doesn’t seem to agree with us, Isaac. Isaac, my faithful servant. For providing me with sustenance, I will return the favor. You may drink from her, but be careful. Show her the difference between drinking and feeding so that she will know her place.” Cain paused, making sure he had Alexandra’s attention. “If you behave like a queen, I will make you my queen. If you behave like a rebellious captive, I will treat you like one. Isaac, teach her, have her re-shackled properly before I return to my bed.” With this, Cain left his room, slamming the door with a thunderous clap. Isaac’s disturbing chuckle filled the chamber and Alex was immediately sorry that she’d incurred the wrath of Cain.
“This isn’t necessary. I’ve seen the difference, I don’t need to experience it.” Alex tugged at her shackles, hoping Cain had forgotten one or left it loose. She was out of luck as they were all fastened tightly. Isaac approached slowly, his grin obscene. He laid over her, just as Cain had and pushed an erection into the apex of her thighs. She gritted her teeth and wished desperately to be able to close her legs.
"It is necessary because Mein Herr has deemed it necessary.” Isaac’s deep melodic voice made Alex’s head reel again.
“It’s you and your so-called magic, isn’t it. You’ve drugged me somehow.”
“Yes, I can control your mind, though it fights harder than any being I’ve ever encountered. I’ve merely worked a little magic on you, hoping you would be receptive to Mein Herr. You were so close, too. Mein Herr is hard to resist, is he not?” Isaac dragged his tongue slowly over the sensitive skin just under Alex’s ear and she shuddered, groaning despite herself, the room spinning worse than ever. “Yes, that’s the way it should be. A methuselah master and a terran pet groaning in ecstacy.”
“You’re despicable.” Isaac growled in her ear and latched onto her throat, sinking his fangs deep into the muscles of her neck. Alex yanked hard on her restraints, the cuffs cutting into her skin. Alexandra would have screamed if Isaac’s violent draw on her veins hadn’t prevented it. An all-consuming fire was lit and raged through every vein, artery, and capillary in her body. Feeling yet again like she might be sick, Alex couldn’t even squirm against her attacker. Isaac pulled back, yanking his fangs out of her, leaving her in a crumpled heap on the bed. She had begun to sweat again and Isaac laughed maliciously, his skin a little pinker from the rush of her blood. Not a single drop was left behind on his lips, yet he licked them like he might have missed a precious little bit.
“I’m no such thing. I am a methuselah, and you are a terran. I am the next step in evolution. You are the most delicious meal I’ve had in quite some time. I must be very cautious, or I may just drain you dry. Isaac made quick work of undoing Alex’s shackles. She was already exhausted and Isaac’s violent blood-letting left her quite compliant. Her wrists and ankles her bruised and slightly cut. Isaac sat Alex up and reached to undo her corset. Alex protested verbally, but was too weak to put up a proper fight.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing vampire? Get your filthy hands off me!” Isaac ignored her and peeled her corset and pants from her, leaving her black lace panties on. Alex’s neck ached, as well as her head and the more she punched his chest and shoulders, the foggier her mind got. She finally settled when her vision became blurry and her other senses began to dull.
“Ah, so have you settled enough to let me bathe you?” Alex could barely shift her eyes to meet his stare and he laughed outright at her lack of response. He left the room, returning moments later with a large basin filled with fragrant water. Alex’s eyes struggled to focus on Isaac as he sat her up again, starting to bathe her skin with a soft towel. Alex gave up, in that instant, on trying to be strong and recalcitrant, and let her head fall forward onto Isaac’s shoulder, too tired to care what happened. He began with her shoulders, moving down her arms. He took his time, bathing her breasts, taking the time to play with them though she groaned and pulled away. Isaac held onto her, bathing her abdomen, each leg, moving to her core. She gasped when he bathed her sex, fondling her lips through the towel.
She wondered if she would live to see another day in this place, or if she would slip away in her sleep. Isaac smiled, finishing his work and setting her back on the bed. Alex could smell the gentle scent he’d applied to her skin and it lulled her into a deep calm, altogether unlike Isaac’s mental poison. Isaac laid to her right side, rolling her onto her left to face him. He pulled her close and lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist. She was too disoriented to fight him and she shuddered as he ran his long thin fingers up her thigh to her buttock. He squeezed her flesh appreciatively, inhaling the sent of her skin and the bath oils he’d applied.
“Would you like to feel what drinking is?” Alex couldn’t respond, though she tried valiantly. Isaac smiled, taking her silence as acceptance and leaned it, kissing just above her left breast. She weakly gripped his hair, struggling to lift his head away from her, but his strong fingers pressed into her back, one hand moving to trace the line of her spine. She arched her back despite her own mental revulsion and he began drinking from her chest. She groaned indecently and laid back as Isaac cradled her to him. She was disgusted with herself, but was too weak to fight him off. He pulled away and kissed her lips, his tongue sliding out to trace her lip. She pulled away weakly.
“Wh... where’s...” Alex couldn’t finish her sentence.
“Where is Mein Herr? He will be returning in a few moments. I can feel his approach. He will be most happy to see you so... relaxed.” Isaac smiled, applying a new pair of gold cuffs to her wrists that covered half of each forearm, binding them together. She had enough slack to rotate her wrists without hurting herself, but not enough to get loose. She took what little she could get. Cain entered the room moments later, again in his terran form. Alex focused on him after a few moments of struggling to do so. He smiled at her.
“Are we ready for bed, beautiful Alexandra?” She closed her eyes and told herself to pretend it was Abel, praying it would become reality, that she would wake from a horrible dream with Abel’s strong arms wrapped around her.
“Isaac, take your usual post tonight.”
“Mein Herr.” Alex kept her eyes closed tight, lying on her left side, listening to clothing rustle until she felt weight on the bed behind her. She gasped as Cain’s warm and very naked body pressed against her back. He laid an arm over her side protectively, pulling her close as he nuzzled into her hair. He wore a cuff similar to hers on his right wrist and he attached their cuffs by a long gold chain. He settled behind her and began rubbing soothing circles on her tummy. Alex opened her eyes and searched the room long and hard, thankful when she couldn’t find Isaac. Her face flushed in embarrassment as he continued his motions.
“Please, God...” Alex whimpered, ducking her head.
“Alexandra, what’s wrong?” Cain sounded genuinely concerned and it soon dawned on him what had upset her so. “I will not take you by force, Alexandra. I will not need to, because soon enough you will ask for me to come to you and when you call, I will gladly answer. For now, just rest and pretend we are the deepest of lovers. Good night, sweet Alexandra. Tomorrow, we will try again. I hope you are more inclined to behave so I do not have to have Isaac teach you another lesson. I would much prefer to teach you lessons myself, much more...enjoyable lessons.” Cain kissed her neck and nuzzled into her, just below her ear, just like Abel had a few nights before. Alex could no longer contain herself. The tears welled and quickly spilled over, her body wracked by gentle sobs. Cain whispered soothing things in her ear and rubbed her stomach again, nuzzling into her even more, and her sobs grew worse. Her crying took the very last of her strength and she slipped into a dark dreamless sleep, the likes of which she hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Okay, there's the next chapter and I really apologize, because I know it's total weaksauce and more than mildly disturbing. I got the reviews, but I'm too tired and depressed at the moment to really reply to everyone in kind, so I will do it next chapter. Keep the reviews coming, if you please, and if you don't I'll understand since I was a total douche and didn't bother to really reply to them. Sorry overall for being a downer as a person and a writer.
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