Lingering Darkness

Chapter 5

Jade’s POV

Her anger had been contained until she reached the safety of her quarters.  She had not expected to be bombarded by their scent and above all, she had not expected to give in to her own desires that quickly.  She had prepared herself for their arrival by feasting on the messenger, taking his life in exchange for willpower.  She could still feel his spirit lingering in the room, and earlier she almost could feel his icy touch at her back.  “Your dead, leave me be! Get out!” She had hissed in annoyance, feeling his presence retreat from her side.  

She could see nothing but that handsome boy and the death mask of pleasure as his soul left his body.  She had felt remorse as long as his body had remained warm, but when the cold set in she had become indifferent once again. He had been useless, even his pathetic life could not sustain her.   She had been in control until Karl Heinz decided he wanted to pull her strings.  She had been too confident, too lofty and very much complacent.  Vampires, she had forgotten how to deal with them.  No, she was blindsided and in the end, she had lost the battle. Yet, there was still the war.

She had begun to disrobe, leaving her clothes where they fell.  Sitting at her vanity, she moved a shaky hand towards the glass that she had left there.  Half full, she could smell the strong scent of alcohol.  Catching a glimpse of herself in the looking glass, she heaved the contents of the glass until none remained.  “Focus.” She whispered to herself, setting the glass aside as she felt suddenly better.  

“I’m sorry Alkaiser, he smells so good.” She flinched, shaking her head as she seen another apparition form behind her.  Her heart hurt, and she wanted nothing more than to seek shelter in his arms.  Upon his face was a sad smile, and it seemed that he was swallowing his pride.  He had given up on her in the moments prior to his death, just as he was now.  She had been a fool to keep him here, all this time and when she realized it, it was too late for him.  He had been bound to this place, just as her heart was bound to him.  “Forgive me.” She whispered, turning her eyes away from him.  He could not speak to her, nor could he touch her and all this she knew.  She knew when he faded away, leaving her alone once more.  Couldn’t it have been enough to see him in Belinda’s eyes? No, this was her punishment.

Wiping the tears that had formed, she leaned closer to look at herself in the mirror.  She had not aged a day since her ascension, and while she seen the imperfections they were the type that came from the inside.   Straightening her back, she forced a smile while pulling her fingers through her hair.  The curls bounced back into formation, resting at either side of her corseted breasts.   Turning sideways, she hitched one of her legs up in order to remove the stocking that encased it.

 

“Don’t remove it… Keep them on.” His voice startled her, wondering how long he had been there.  She had not encountered his scent until the very moment he spoke, and even now it reeked of perversion.  “I think you should leave.” She whispered, placing her foot back down again as she watched him emerge from the shadows.  “I was invited.” His words were spoken in laughter, and as she turned away to look at herself in the mirror again, she watched him until he was standing directly behind her.  “I think you misunderstood that invitation.” Her voice was firm, but still low as she tried to ignore him. 

She could feel his hands plant onto her bare shoulders, caressing fingertips that were soon gathering the long strands of her hair. The sensation made her tremble and her pulse jump. “Oh? What is this, are you trembling?” He had lowered his head, speaking right next to her ear.   Her gaze was meeting his in the mirror, watching as well as feeling the very end of his nose graze against the soft flesh just beneath the ear.  “It’s a stimulus response to being touched, nothing more.” She had been able to steel her voice, though her body was not as cooperative. 

Another laugh from him, before he spoke “You’re a bad liar, but I’ll accept it for now.” His right hand moved forward picking up a brush from the vanity.  “You were just getting ready for bed, weren’t you? I’ll help.” He had moved the brush into her hair, pulling the strands into a high tail.  He was surprisingly gentle, but she could hear when his breathing began to pitch.  “Do you normally wear it down? I like it like this; it exposes the skin of your neck quite nicely.” With the hair out of the way, she mused that he was preparing to bite her.  

Instead, she watched as he put the brush down, and moved his hand back to the nape of her neck.  “No, leave it on, I never remove it.” She moved away from the hand that was beginning to unclasp the chain that held a large square emerald around her neck.  Her hand instinctively moving to touch it, and as she looked at his reflection in the mirror to see a fleeting narrowed gaze.  “It’ll get in the way.” She thought she heard him say.

“Were you lying about my father?” He was back to touching her neck again, moving his lips just barely above the surface. “No, what makes you think I am lying?” That question came out of nowhere, and it seemed that he was finding it hard to trust her.  “You’re his type.” He finally pressed his lips against her neck, sucking down lightly on the skin.  “Despite whether that is true or not, we are.. old acquaintances, nothing more.” If he had been surprised by her words, he wasn’t showing it.  His mouth had continued to roam all along her neck, until she felt his hand cradle her jaw roughly in order to turn her head to the side. 

It was then that she felt his other hand begin to untie the back laces of her corset.  She noted that his movements were jerky, as though he was getting a bit too enthusiastic at what he was doing.  Finally, she felt the corset loosen and come away completely.  His arm came about her waist and lifted her just high enough that he could sit beneath her.  Now sitting on his lap, she could feel his arousal and as though she was intending to tease him, she moved herself back against his groin.   She heard his breaths heighten, followed by a moan as fangs punctured into flesh.  

She frowned when he suddenly released the bite, looking at her in the mirror.  Her blood had begun to trickle in two lines down her chest.  “I’ve never tasted blood like yours.” He whispered as he dragged his tongue over the puncture marks.  “Fear, hate, love.. It’s all there.” His words were mumbled as he bit again, this time deeper.  She felt hands move across her, never staying in the same place for long.  

“Laito, that’s enough.”  Her words were falling upon deaf ears as it seemed he wasn’t about to let her go any time soon.  He was a noisy drinker, and the sound was reminiscent of someone in the throes of orgasm.   He pushed her up from his lap, shoving her against the edge of the vanity.  Her hands coming out before her, bracing herself against the mirror as he hiked one of her legs up and forced her to bend it at the knee with her foot atop the vanity.  The position was uncomfortable, she knew why as she finally focused on the mirror’s reflection.  He still held the dominant position, sucking in haste at the bite.  

By now, there were several more crimson lines that twisted and turned their way down her chest.  She realized that from his position, he was able to watch himself do this to her, and know that she was watching it too.  His hand moved between her thighs and onto her panties, but instead of ripping them as she suspected he would do, he simply pulled the lace tight up against her body.  The lace folding in on itself in a line that he used to rub against her. 

She understood this to be his way of teasing her, and when he had enough of rubbing the lace she felt his hand become captured between her body and the panty itself.   There was nothing sweet and gentle about it, rough and hungry with lust her body was responding in the way he wanted it.  Her head lolled back as she felt him push a finger, then another inside her.  

“More.” She managed to speak between panted breaths, crying out as though she was being punished.  He released his mouth from the wound at her throat about the same time that she felt him pull back his fingers from inside her.   She felt herself being hoisted up in his arms, and then suddenly flung onto the bed.  Backing her way up the bed, she panted hard as she watched him come closer. 

“You love me don’t you?  Your body says it loves me.” He raised his hand up, flickering his tongue across the fingers that had once been inside her.   She was unsure how he could think this was love, lust most defiantly.  Once at the bedside, she allowed him to move her into the position he desired, soon finding herself on all fours.  She felt the bed give way under his weight, and the feel of his hands moving across her ass and finally pulling her panties down.  He had left the garter attached to the stockings, not straying from his original desire to have them remain on.  She turned her head to look back at him, ready to feast.  

“Laito?” She didn’t understand why he had suddenly stopped; now staring at her intensely.  “You’re going to give me your blood again after this, right? You’re not going to run off to one of my brothers and share your blood with them, it’s mine isn’t it?”  She didn’t know what to say, for the moment was awkward.  By now, she was too hungry to have this conversation.  “It was you that I invited wasn’t it?” She figured that was all the reassurance he needed, seconds later he was inside her in more ways than one.