Enslaved by the Night (Wave and Lady Arachnia)

Express elevator that directly led up to the penthouse opened its metal doors on the ground floor. Host of the evening trotted out of the cabin. Platform heels she wore added another 5 inches to her height as if she needed it. Already standing 5’8” tall without them, the woman had a grandiose figure. Thick thighs, long legs, she had the body of an athlete. However, one that gained some curves to her body upon quitting an active sport. That was true in fact. The sleek brunette who hosted tonight’s event used to play on the national volleyball team. She still liked to score against her opponents though. Her beautiful face hadn’t aged in the last 15 years at all. Like any vampire who carried the curse, her life had changed drastically after she turned. She wasn’t very old, and certainly wasn’t from an outmoded era, but still ambitious enough to secure a high position in vampire society. Long steps of the dashing brunette reminded of a gallant bull as the woman strode across the marble tiles. Dark shades of her makeup sharpened her charming visage. Her hair was jet black. The woman wore it in a high pony, the long strands reaching down to her waist and vigorously swaying with every long step she took.

“Hello, dear… Everything’s fine?.. Nice to see you!.. Glad you could make it!..” Alexa generously emitted fake smiles as she walked around the grand lobby of the building. Being tonight’s host, it was her duty to greet the guests. Some of them she liked better, and some thoroughly disliked. The younger vampire held more ambition than an older one. She seemed pretty alive for a dead woman. Every step she took screamed confidence. A backless, black dress hugged her form nicely, inviting one to admire her well-built figure. Her long legs moved in opaque tights. She was an eye catching woman, easy to admire, even easier to feel envious. Towering taller than most of her guests, it was easy to spot the grandiose brunette among a crowd. “My honor guest!” The woman walked past a man. “How is business?” She asked another. “Be my guest, please.” Alexa showed the way to the elevator for another group of her guests.

Just by their skin color, it was easy to guess who was a vampire and who was not. It certainly was a dangerous place to step into, standing in the middle of so many exotic creatures of dark. There was a strict dress code. Men wore suits and tuxedos, where the ladies were in fabulous cocktail dresses. The lobby had a high ceiling, a grand chandelier hanging down in the middle. None of the guests were very talkative, but they didn’t mind talking with the assertive host of the party. And Alexa had something to say to all of them. Like any hospitable host, she seemed to do her best to greet them. “Fabulous as always.” Some of the guests had come a long way to attend the event. After all, no single town did harbor so many vampires. “After you. I’ll join you up there.” To spend the rest of the night, most of the visitors had already taken the elevator. “Nice dress.” From what they wore, how they acted, it was easy to wonder if there was a vampire who wasn’t as wealthy. There were in fact, although only the resourceful ones could survive long. “How is wood business dear?” Alexa passed by another guest, invented to ride the elevator herself.

“I sold it years ago.” Sarrah replied back. The comment made the sleek brunette turn around. She was an imposing lady. Even before turning into a vampire, she could lift someone up and still had a free hand to finish them off.

“All that fortune. Yet none to spare for our cause.” The beautiful host blamed her redheaded guest. Her dark lips still offered a smile though. “Glad you came.” Alexa greeted the woman once again. Looking down both at the opposite vampire and her servant. Her sharp gazes focused on Aly next, unable to find the thief’s eyes. As instructed, the thief seemed to be more interested in the dark flooring under her feet. She grasped the girl from the chin, slowly tilting Alegra’s head up with trivial effort. “Enjoying my legs, dear?” Alexa asked the human. With that, long haired woman sharply turned around, her heels clicking across the lobby while she headed towards the elevator herself.
 
Alegra felt considerably uncomfortable as she silently followed her exotic mistress making a concious effort to do as she'd been bade. She continued strutting with the walk she'd been shown feeling something like a peacock trying to show off for a mate. While it felt uncomfortable and unnatural the more that Alegra did it the easier it began to feel. With her eyes down she couldn't actually tell if people were staring at her but she definitely had the lingering impression that eyes were locked on to her and following each of her steps through the building, she knew that the feeling was probably right.

Aly felt the desire to glance up, just to see if there really was all that much dangerm her curiosity eating away at her but she resisted, Sarrah had seemed deadly serious when she spoked. It wasn't long before her dominator had the attention of who Aly could only assume was the host of this particular event. She bit her lip for a moment as she listened and tried to see if she could get any information out of what the two briefly discussed. It seemed as though the woman was... bitter qabout Sarrah not sharing her wealth? Curious, she wondered just what their cause was. Her wondering was cut short though as she felt the host's eyes boring a hole in to the side of her skull. The hand found her chin and she couldn't really resist her head being tilted upwards. She did however do her best to dart her eyes to her side to try and find Sarrah rather than whoever was infront of her.

"No! Err Maybe I mean... yes?" she muttered quickly as she silently admitted that there was no denying the other woman's beauty... well, from what she saw at the very least. The question did however have her off guard. As soon as she was able to her eyes would once again return dowards and she took a deep breath. 'Come on Aly, stop being a prat'.
 
Condemned to fail research projects on fixing the issues that came with the curse didn’t interest Sarrah. As a matter of fact, the redhead thought little about how the others of her kind dealt with such problems. She didn’t mind disconnecting herself from the rest of the world and live a discreet afterlife. This was easy for a woman who was already from a different era. On the other hand, new generation of vampires, like tonight’s host, were more ambitious to lead a more active life, eager to benefit from the gifts of the vampiric curse, however not willing to accept its limitations like they should. “Modus Vivendi. They would never learn.” Sarrah talked to herself after the trotting brunette, hoping the rest of the night would pass more pleasantly.

Considering herself too grandiose to share the elevator cabin with others, the vampiress waited until all of the guests were cleared off the lobby. She wasn’t in a hurry to join the others either. Eventually though, slow steps led her to the elevator. The redhead didn’t bother to call the lift either, pressing her finger on a button used by many wasn’t something for the posh woman. No, things like that was a servant’s duty. She remembered the days where places like this had special staff designated only to operate a lift. “Top floor.” Instead, Sarrah ordered Aly to carry the compelling task of pressing the topmost button. Inside the cabin, there was no mirror to be found. Mirrors, other reflective materials and silverware were taken away for this special event.

Metal doors slid open to a nice vista. Where her home lacked the height, the top floor of the building had a nice view of skyline. Instead of a boring wall, large floor to ceiling windows covered the front of the building, some doors leading to the wide balcony before them, offering some kind of observation deck. The floor didn’t reminded of a traditional ballroom, but a modern, upper class club restaurant. Black marble tiles covered the floor of the dimly light penthouse. Presence of the redheaded vampire or her servant didn’t turn any heads. In a place where everyone was fancy, no one actually was. “Warn me three hours before daybreak. If you do not wish to return home with a cask of ash.” Sarrah instructed. Similar to what Aly must have felt at the mansion, modern architecture made the redhead highly outdated.

A tall man in dark tux approached Sarrah upon her arrival, skin pale as others, remaining of his gray hair slicked back. It wasn’t difficult to find many monkey suits on the floor. The way the woman offered her hand gave away she didn’t have much unpleasant feelings towards this one. He leaned down and kissed the back of the vampire’s milky hand. “What a pleasant surprise. I doubted you’d come.” The man suggested. He gave a simple nod to Alegra as well.

“Me as well… Mr. Chase is a former acquaintance of mine.” Sarrah explained. The gentleman was indeed someone she didn’t mind wandering around her. The sleek man appeared to be someone in his late thirties, but for obvious reasons, it wasn’t possible to know one’s true age here.

“How are things in exurb?” This time, the man himself offered his hand to the woman by extending his left arm. “Boring as usual?” The man continued with a grin, not paying much attention to the woman’s servant compared to her mistress.

“Why don’t you come tonight and learn for yourself?” Sarrah cunningly implied. She accepted the man’s invitation and stepped forward to dance with him, leaving Aly behind her.
 
Alegra stepped on to the elevator only to realize that Sarrah hadn't. The young woman quickly cursed and hopped out before it closed. She should have known that there was no chance of Sarrah getting in the elevator with so many other people. She stood by her mistress waiting, watchign the lift open and close several times until it was finally the two of them. At the vampire's words Alegra quickly reached out to press the number of the top floor. "Will do" she replied quickly and then stepped back so that she could go to simply waiting. The elevator journey seemed to last for far longer than it actually did but eventually the doors opened and the tone sounded greeting them to their new floor.

They exited and the curious young woman quickly went to looking around as much of the room as she could without lifting her eyes... though she scouldn't help but flick them up a couple of times. She followed after the woman and felt far more at hom here with the music that played out than she ever did at Sarrah's home. It wasn't long before Sarrah had more interest and a man Aly assumed was like her came over to converse. This time Alegra's eyes were glued down and due to this she didn't notice the nod. Alegra listened curiously to the conversation going on between the two of them and she silently followed them trying to work out what it meant. She did wonder if this was how the night would go silently following the woman around. In a way she supposed that would be the best outcome.
 
It had been a while since the last time Sarrah enjoyed an elegant dance of waltz. The music wasn’t exactly right, but her partner was. She let the man steer her body, following the appropriate steps to move her pale form smoothly across the floor. It wasn’t the most advanced dance, but definitely easy on the eye. Long steps that drew a box around the floor, elegant falls and rises, flaring of the woman’s dress, it all painted a fluid motion on the floor, despite the limited space. The man had no trouble twirling her under his arm and lifting the redheaded vampiress. For someone who didn’t know the steps, it was difficult to follow the two dancing. “It’s a long way, your home.” The man suggested. “I may need to spend the night and day locked in your room.” He implied a long sex. Given the lasting stamina of a vampire, it was more about keeping things interesting and not exhaustion.

“You may need to keep me busy then.” Sarrah replied. Thanks to her gifted performance in bed, ordinary mortals were not able to claim her the way she deserved. Besides, the beautiful redhead was just too arrogant to let an ordinary cock inside her tender folds. Around the dancing pair, the others kept minding their own businesses. Some standing alone, some talking to each other, some lounging on blood red furniture. The penthouse held a casual atmosphere despite the cursed guests it housed. All the eyes had an unnatural glow to them. Dimly lit upper floor making the creatures’ eyes more prominent, like predators looking for a prey, sneering at those who were different.

When the music no longer carried the suitable rhythm, two vampires’ 10 minute dance also came to an end. “I know a few ways.” The man claimed. He had been between the redhead’s pale legs before. Vampire or not, Sarrah was still a difficult woman to handle, a challenging partner to satisfy, even more difficult to pin down for a consistent pounding. Being a rich, resourceful gentleman, he had the pleasure of bedding countless good looking girls, but another one of his kind owned distinct properties the living lacked.

“A few wouldn’t suffice.” Sarrah declared, looking up at man. He looked confident to prove her wrong. Respective confidence was a trait the vampiress admired. In spite of how rough he could be in bed, a gentle hand appeared on the woman’s shoulder. There was a great view outside, and a quieter place to talk. To have a word, the man slowly led the redhead outside, on the balcony. On the way, his hand began to slide down the woman’s curvy from, subtly moving from her shoulder to the lower regions of her shapely body to confirm the years hadn’t changed her companion much.

In the meantime, a familiar set of long legs obscured the thief’s sight. Host of the event towered before the vampire’s servant. “Hey you.” The owner of the sportive body greeted the young thief less kindly this time. “Servants should stay downstairs.” Alexa demanded, not seeing it necessary to tilt the thief’s head up this time. Instead, the woman leaned down, bringing her face closer to Alegra’s ear. “Get your little ass downstairs or I’ll deliver you there in a box.” She straightened her back after giving the girl a clear instruction as the person in charge of tonight’s organization.
 
As the two ended up dancing Alegra shuffled back to allow them their moment, clearly there was little interest in her right now and so she thought it best to allow things to stay that way. Aly looked arounf for a drink and after some time she found something to drink at leas,t something not red. She took it, took a quick sip and was pleased to find out that it was white wine. The glass went down quickly. The thief returned to the edge of the dance floor to stay near Sarrah again until she was, if she was, needed again by her. She had a feeling that for the most part her mistress would have little enough use for her but that didn't mean she shouldn't be prepared for her at the very least.

Aly turned quickly when she heard a voice directed at her and she was genuinely surprised at it. "Huh? Ah hey!" she said back quickly to her though immediately things seemed different this time around, her whole demeanour was different. When the threat came Alegra felt two things come to mind. One was burning anger, the kind that if this was a human woman Alegra would have already sank her first in to her face. As it was she knew that wouldn't work however and so decided to keep that in check. The other was concern, she knew she was out of her depths and she had no intention of getting herself killed.

"Err, Miss Sarrah told me to stay near her" she said quickly before adding to it. "But errr, yeah sure, downstairs is good." In truth anything to get away from the psychotic bitch. Alegra quickly turned from the creature and would, if unimpeded, make her way towards the elevator.
 
It was the true nature of high society, to smile to your face, only to stab you in the back. It wasn’t necessarily something about being a vampire as well. The living were very well capable of two-facedness too, more so even. In a way, dissimulation was a human trait. In comparison to Sarrah, younger vampires were different than the older redhead. In truth though, it was Aly’s mistress who was different than others. Living so many years had taken so much from her humanity, in the end leaving nothing than a lifeless husk behind. Her younger counterparts also lacked a heart that beat, but still hadn’t lost all of their souls yet. Particularly the one who scolded the thief held a strong ambition of greed and voracity.

It was a smart decision on the thief’s end not to do any bold move against the dark haired vampire who towered taller than the girl. Alexa squinted her chilling eyes at the thief, ready to respond accordingly if the girl had done anything disrespectful. She would have loved to as well, finding an excuse to punish an impudent little servant. It didn’t happen though, and the vampire flogged the thief only with her sharp glances. For now anyway. If she really wanted something, she really didn’t need an excuse to claim it. The woman didn’t think highly of mortal humans. They were still easy targets to flatter her high ego. Making weaker beings beg and crawl was a cheap way of feeling triumphant.

“Including your mistress…” Alexa began to explain, sounding jeering while using the M word. “It’s my job to take care of the guests. And, she’s certainly free to join you.” The woman rolled her cold eyes. Unlike Sarrah’s they were not entirely expressionless, more akin to a regular human’s eyes. Her skin was still pale though, uttered words making the sharp fangs in her mouth visible, a chilling aura present around the woman. “Come on. Chop-chop.” She instructed after the thief, watching the girl walk away from behind.

Even at midnight, city lights prevented the stars from shining, covering them with an invisible blanket. Far from the city center, the sky twinkled more above the Seraphine mansion. To make up for it though, the penthouse offered a nice view of the city from high above as if the little stars had fallen and stuck onto the buildings of all lengths. On the balcony, Sarrah found a quieter place. Her ears could still pick the noises that came from inside. In spite of her high senses, it was still difficult to distinguish voices. At her mansion, where she lived alone with her servant, she was able to hear Aly from every corner of her large home. In here though, she couldn’t catch the thief’s voice. It was like watching TV with a grid of multiple channels on screen. “No…” The redhead sighed, still talking to the male vampire who stood by the woman on the balcony. “I see no betterment in contribution such fraudulent inquisition.”

The lonely elevator cabin transferred the thief to a lower floor. No one accompanied Aly in her descend. Metal doors of the mirrorless lift opened a few floors below and not just one. They slid open to a dark hall, only moon light to barely illuminate the large room. From the elevator, some light still leaked into the dark floor Aly ended up being, highlighting an indistinct outline of objects that stood in the distance. The thief had failed to follow the mistress’ second rule. The automatic metal doors failed to close. Soon, only artificial light source, the lamp on the elevator cabin’s ceiling began to flicker in the absolute silence. After blinking a final time, the lamp died with a distinct pop. Although Aly entered the cabin alone, a pair of eyes glowed behind the girl when things went dark. With darkness, the temperature dropped too, unnaturally quickly in fact. “Start running little girl…” Only familiar voice aside from the redheaded vampiress’ whispered.
 
Alegra rolled her eyes as she quickly scurried away from the woman that thought far too highly of herself. She supposed Sarrah did as well but in a different manner, she seemed more worthy of the adoration than this one, just something about her made her seem simply inferior to most of the other vampires she'd seen here so far. It wasn't long before she'd left her behind and was on the elevator making a steady descent towards the lobby that she'd came from. It wasn't going to be that easy though and soon she opened on an entirely random floor. When the doors opened and she saw the dark corridors the woman frowned. "Fuck sake" she muttered as she jabbed at the button for the ground floor again though it didn't work.

Alegra jumped when she heard the voice and turned to see the eyes. "Fuck" she muttered again and wished she knew how to deal with their kind, it would make her life so much easier if she knew how to defend herself at least. She felt cold and goose pimples pricked up all over her skin causing her to give an involuntry shiver. She didn't need telling twice and quickly set off down the corridor. She was fast and lithe but before long the realisation that she wasn't outrunning what ever was here came to her and so the girl stopped. What was the point? Fear clawed at her heart but enough resiliance was there to resist the urge to just scream and run aimlessly. Her time with Sarrah had, at the very least, managed to help become familiar with fear.

"It's no' like I can ge' away from you 'ere in the dark is it?" she questioned with a dejected voice. She did however try the handle to whatever door she was closest to. Maybe there was some way of at least lasting until the sun rose?
 
Rushed footsteps that echoed across the vacant floor belonged to only one person, but the vampire mysteriously stood behind the thief wherever Aly went. Especially in the dark, the sadistic vampiress oddly needed not to take one step to breath down the young woman’s neck. Alegra’s insight was true. She didn’t really have a chance of running away from her aggressor. It was a game of bat and mouse the cute brunette unfortunately destined to lose. It wasn’t clear why the woman had chosen the poor thief as her victim, but the vampire didn’t need a reason when it came to toying with filthy mortals.

“Something must be done.” The man told Sarrah on the balcony, still trying to convince the redhead to make a generous investment in an upcoming project. She was a stubborn woman though, who didn’t care much about interests other than her own. “How long do you think would it take for the hunter to be hunted?” He continued. The night had been going unsurprisingly tediously for the redheaded woman. It wasn’t a party what Sarrah attended tonight, but a campaign for funding. Financial troubles and politics failed to tickle her fancy. “Let me explain you like this…” The man persuaded further.

One sharp hand gesture told the man to be quiet for a moment. “I want a drink.” Sarrah interrupted her companion’s uninteresting speech. “Alegra.” The vampiress called out to her servant. However, she was unable to get a response. Her blue eyes abandoned the cityscape as the woman looked back over her shoulder. “Alegra?” Sarrah talked to the empty space behind her, a furious frown dominating her face. Instead, the man next to her raised on of his hands to summon his own servant. A young gentleman was quick to arrive. He didn’t brought a glass of wine, but still handed something to the red haired mistress. It was a small envelope. Sarrah picked it and set her cold eyes on the object. “What is this?” The woman asked.

“A humble gift.” The other vampire suggested.

A few floors below, the door Aly picked didn’t respond to the girl’s efforts as it was locked. The dark being that hunted her on the other hand, didn’t need any key to open doors. “Allow me.” Alexa called behind the girl. Not for the door handle, but the woman reached for Aly. She grasped the thief from her hair. The girl’s black strands tight around her fist, the imposing vampire yanked the thief’s head back. Her eyes glowed violet in dark before the woman rammed Aly’s head against the door. A sinister chuckle was heard in darkness. Alexa pulled the sleek thief back, only to smash her body against the lightweight door repeatedly to eventually crush it open for the thief. *Bang* *Bang* *Bang!*
 
Alegra shoved at the door several times and out her shoulder in to it as well though it wouldn't budge at all. She swore again as she felt the breath behind her and the hand wound in to her dark locks. She gave a groan of pain before instinctively reacting. She tried to stomp backwards with her right foot on the creatures foot and then sent an elbow back towards her.

Alegra's work was in vain and soon her head was rammed in to the door. She gave out a soft "oof" as she bounced off of it, an angry red mark appearing on her head immediately. Alegra was pulled back and slammed in to the door again and again like a battering ram grunting with each collision. Eventually the door splintered and Ali tumbled through it and rolled on to the floor. She groaned as she turned her head around.

"Stay away from me, bitch. She will kill you if you damage her property." Aly said with as much conviction as she could muster.
 
What possible could a gentleman give a powerful, wealthy woman who could practically own whatever she wanted that would also fit in a medium sized envelope. Nothing of monetary value surely, but a sentimental present. Sarrah had lived through many many years, had seen a lot. But, there was still something she could not see no matter what. The posh vampire was difficult to impress, even harder to surprise. She wasn’t expecting having a gift tonight, especially something that would make her glad. Expressionless blue eyes stared down at the thin object. She turned the back of the envelope. One pale finger ran under the triangular flap to break the glued seal. It seemed to house a quality card. Sarrah’s fingers gracefully pulled it out of the envelope, turning the card to its side. With it, the confused vampiress tilted her head too, glancing at the drawing before her pale blue eyes, a sight that predated her death.

“I am already dead, dear.” A pair of violet eyes stared down at the thief. The broken door stood unusable behind the vampire who towered above the thief’s lain form. She grabbed one of the young thief’s ankles. With the swing of her arm, Alexa swept the girl’s body on the floor in an arc, finally tossing Aly against the nearest wall like a weightless sack. Who she was, where she came from, those were unimportant details the vampire cared little about. However, she had a particular use for this human. Alegra was no random prey, but specifically picked. The twisted vampire grabbed the thief another time, dragging her lithe mortal body from one end of the room to the opposite side. She hurled the girl like a baseball bat, raising her light form off the ground, and instead slamming it against the wall. Only to drop the girl back on the ground.

“Yes. I do.” Sarrah admitted that she liked this surprising gift. It was a kind gesture. Her eyes admired the portrait she held gently in her pale hand. She had always liked to be reminded of the charm of her own visage. It was her own drawing the vampire had been looking at. The drawing was depicting her at a younger age, before she turned. When she was more gracious and kind, and different.

“I am sorry Sarrah.” The man expressed. “Nothing can wind the clock back.” He gestured his servant, causing the human to walk back for the moment. “But, many can be done for the future. The program has already made great breakthroughs for us. With more funding…” The vampire kept explaining the benefits of the project the redhead many times rejected to funnel money. In the middle of his speech, his servant returned, this time holding a small box of curiosity in his hands. “Instead of asking others, wouldn’t you wish to see yourself with your own eyes?” He asked a tempting question. Gently taking it from Sarrah’s fingers, the man put the small portrait on top of the box his servant held.

With a maleficent chuckle, the tall woman grabbed the thief once more, raising her body up in the air to look into her eyes. She didn’t say anything though, but tossed the girl on her back like a piece of discarded clothing. Alexa too soon joined the thief on the floor. She lowered her imposing form on top of Aly. One of the woman’s cold hands grabbed the girl’s neck as the vampire squeezed her throat, firm fingers interrupting the airflow the mortal needed. “Besides, that’s being taken care of.” The harsh mistress flashed a grin. Fingers of her other hand began to rub Alegra’s shoulder. “Shh…” Alexa let go of the girl’s throat. While the other four digits grasped the girl’s shoulder, like a blunt knife, her thumb hooked into the spot where the girl’s upper arm met the blade, dislocating Aly’s shoulder in the middle of the room by pushing the bone out of its socket.
 
Alegra's foot was grasped and she immediately tried to yank it free from the creature to no progress. She then kicked with her other before she was swung at the wall. She hit it with a dull thud that left impact marks on the wall and had Aly coughing and groaning from the impact. Before she really had time to recover she was being launched to the other side.

Alegra rolled off of it and landed heavy on the ground. She coughed and saw blood coming up with it. She was able to let out a pitiful whine as she tried to claw her way towards the door. She could feel the broken ribs and the bruises forming. Sharp stabs of pain that had her gasping accompanied each movement. She had barely moved when the thing was on too if her.

"Fuckin' stop… please" she muttered through gritted teeth not sure what this psychotic bitch wanted. She would have given her most things to get out of this. She looked up at her eyes all that she could really see and screamed out in a shrill high pitched cry as a sickening pop was heard.her free arm clutched at her shoulders as tears began to spill down her cheeks. Crying was something the thief hated and very rarely did. Right now though she couldn't avoid it.
 
While the blood that came out of the beaten thief whetted her appetite, submissive cries of the human girl stroked the abusive vampire’s high ego. Aly was just at the spot how the imposing brunette wanted to see petty mortals, broken and in tears. “I’m sorry, sometimes I forget how fragile little things you are.” Alexa claimed. The weak human was a thing for her, and not a who. Toying with her prey was a good fun for the sinister woman. She held the girl’s injured shoulder to apply more pressure on it, enough to fill the whole room with the young thief’s cries. As the woman smiled down at her helpless victim, her fangs stretched out behind her full lips, her eyes shining bright as ever. One of her hands exploded against the girl’s cheek in a sharp slap, crudely turning her victim’s face to the side to expose more of her neck.

Lid of the wooden box was opened upstairs, only to reveal its content to the redheaded vampire. Confused, Sarrah pulled the device out of the box. It was a camera. Not looking modern, but not entirely old either. Despite the many years she walked the earth, it was the first time the vampiress held a camera. After all, she didn’t have any use for one. The technology it had to contain made the device quite heavy as if it was made of brass. Being a prototype, the camera still felt fragile. Sarrah could see the implication, although she still had her doubts. “Preposterous.” The woman simply replied.

“I told you Sarrah, breakthroughs are nigh.” The man claimed. “It is a gift, not bribe.” He explained, slowly taking the heavy device from the woman’s hands. He pulled a small lever on the object, some gears and mechanical parts moving inside the curious device.

Two sharp fangs pierced Aly’s neck; cold, lifeless body of her aggressor pressing down against her. Alexa began to taste her victim, drawing blood, sucking the human’s life essence into herself, warm liquid leaving the girl’s nimble body and flowing down the vampire’s throat with the victim’s body heat. Every pulse of her victim pumped more juice into her mouth as the woman fed on Alegra’s inner wine. It was a short feast though as the vampire didn’t want to drag a faint human. When Alexa drew her face back, fresh blood oozed down from the corners of her mouth. Two marks were clear on the girl’s neck. “From this day, all your nightmares will be about me.” The strong vampire claimed. One of her hands slid down Aly’s abused body to grasp the young human’s knee, immediately starting to clamp it. “Maybe I should cripple one of your legs. Or will you be a smart girl?” The threatening vampire asked.
 
Alegra screamed as she felt pain rip through her from her wounded shoulder and she felt the room begin to fade from her senses as the pain threatened to make her pass out. Part of her wished that she did. She strained to focus up on the woman, her breaths coming heavy and laboured as she tried to master the agony being inflicted on her.

The slap came and her head swam again. The young human could see stars in her vision and she knew that her cheek was broken or fractured. It began to swell immediately as more blood trickled from her. She felt the two needles puncture her neck and she hissed in pain. Sarrah when she fed on Aly always seemed dignified, careful, deliberate. This creature however was wild and aggressive, this hurt. Alegra shuddered and writhe under the woman as she felt her life essence begin to leave her. She closed her eyes and wondered if this was it? If it was better if Sarrah had simply killed her weeks ago.

It ended as quickly as it began and while she felt faint Alegra still had her mind. "No… fuck no, l will come" she said in a whisper, talking causing her ribs agony. "Just no more, I'm done." She murmured.
 
Glowing of the vampire’s eyes ceased with her victim’s submission. To be honest, Aly had no real option but accept her fate. Especially when she didn’t know yet that Alexa wanted the girl alive. Her abusive aggressor straightened her back on top of the injured thief, using back of her pale hand to wipe Alegra’s blood off her mouth and chin. She no longer squeezed the young servant’s knee. “Smart.” The tall brunette instead simply approved. There was no doubt that her victim was in pain, and not in a condition to run away from her twisted captor. One of her strong hands found the girl’s injured shoulder. Being a former volleyball player, a competitive sportswoman, Alexa knew about this kind of injuries. She had suffered through them herself in the past. As she pressed the girl’s upper arm in, a disturbing crackle put the bone back into its socket. It was an easy fix for the strong vampire, certainly not a painless one though.

The man stood a few steps away from Sarrah, facing the charming beauty of the vampiress. As the countless paintings of herself at the mansion would confirm, the redheaded woman very much liked admiring herself. Lacking a reflection was the irony of the curse she carried. Although the man’s claim sounded like an unlikely promise, it was still an interesting one for someone like her. The innocent pleasure of seeing herself was also a weakness of hers. “I would not subsidize this excrescent project for insurmountable assurances.” The redhead expressed her disbelieve, still didn’t resist the man as he aimed the camera at the woman to frame her attractive beauty.

“You don’t need bloody half-finished paintings anymore Sarrah.” The male vampire offered a subtle smile.

After fixing the girl’s shoulder, Alexa’s hands slid to Aly’s chest. “Let me tell you something. I hate these dresses.” The woman told, not only talking about the human’s attire, but her own looks as well. “Looking like little ladies, flashing smiles, acting as if every day is the fucking happiest day…” The vampire voiced her displease with tonight’s etiquette. The fabric of the thief’s gray dress tore easily under the vampire’s digits as the woman split the front of the garment to reveal Alegra’s bust and the bra that covered the thief’s breasts. “Now, get your shit together!” Alexa ordered. She pulled the girl from her hair, harshly standing her up. “Follow me! You picked the wrong door.” She set forth to lead the girl into another room.

“That’s a pity…” The man looked at Sarrah behind the unusual camera.

“How do you know it was unfinished?” The redhead squinted her blue eyes at the man. With the press of a button, the shutter of the camera clicked. Through the round gap of the camera, a barrage of unpleasant ultraviolet light blazed against the vampiress’ pale body. It was a very instant flash, but more than enough to harm a vampire. Sarrah’s fiery strands turned into real flames in an instant. Rest of her body followed next as her form burst into flames. It happened too fast. Cells in her body simultaneously ignited as the redhead quickly turned into a fireball, lightening up her surroundings in a red hue. “A…AA…A-AAA!” Sharp shrieks reflected the great pain the vampiress felt. Unending screams of the woman spread across the penthouse, almost reaching down the streets below the tall building. Her body burning, the woman began to run aimlessly like a beheaded animal, carrying the blazing flames with her like a torch. Unable to see, the vampiress fell over the edge of the balcony as her loud screams slowly faded with the rapid descent of her burning body.
 
Alegra wondered what was next though it seemed that her acceptance was enough to stay the creature for now and at least halt her relentless assault. Alegra simply groaned as the woman began to manipulate her before giving another shrill scream as her shoulder was popped back in to place sending fresh waves of agony through her.

It wasn't long before her outfit got some attention and then was torn from her. As the awkward dress was pulled away it showed her tattooed form and the bra bust and thong combination. Alegra was used to losing her clothes on demand due to Sarrah's whim. That didn't mean that she didn't mind being on display to just anyone… but giving that thought voice seemed foolish now. The pain subsided from her arm now at least but as she was yanked up by her hair she screamed again. While pulling on her locks was painful enough each jarring movement hurt her ribs beyond belief. She was on her feet at least and took after the woman in finger steps trying her best not to move her torso too much.
 
Hefty butt cheeks that involuntarily swayed before the thief led the girl to another room on the same floor. “Be quick.” Alexa warned the thief, not seeing it necessary to look back to control whether Sarrah’s little servant followed her or not. It would have only taken a second for the vampire to turn around and inflict unimaginable suffering upon the young thief. To be honest though, she was willing to cause more pain to the girl regardless of what she did. There was a certain information the vampire hoped to extract from the fit brunette who followed her. Out of all the things, for financial gain. It was not a complex plot. Sarrah was a quite wealthy woman, and Aly had been living with the woman for a good while. By now, the girl must have learned a lot of the vault in the mansion.

Just outside the new room Alexa led the wounded thief, four girls were already waiting for their mistress’ return. All of them were human who served the tall vampire, carrying multiple marks of the mistress on their necks. Like rest of the guests, the girls were dressed up accordingly. It didn’t take long before Alexa dismissed them. “Go, change.” Alexa ordered them. Her attention shifted from her quiet servants to the thief. “In.” The vampire grasped the girl from the wrist to shove her into the room.

Lighting was dull inside. Tall windows were covered with sheets. It was an unpleasant room to be in. Unlike the other room Alegra was beaten, this one wasn’t so empty either. There were several furniture spread across the place, wood and metal. They weren’t kindly though, and certainly not the kind of furniture one would like to sit or lie. There were bloodstains on the tiles, revealing that the devilish host of the party had been busy tonight. Aly wasn’t the first victim of the night after all. Some were luckier than the thief, some were a lot less fortunate.

“You should be.” The vampire sharply faced Aly. The woman didn’t need to hear any verbal confirmation to understand her victim’s horror. “I can hear your heart beats.” The pace of the thief’s pulse was telling a lot about the girl’s state of mind. “Right… here…” Alexa place one hand over the girl’s chest, on top of the human’s racing heart. “Believe me or not, I have no quarrel with you.” Her cold fingers closed around the bridge of the girl’s bra. One sharp pull undid the hooks on the back, peeling the bra off the thief’s fragile human body to expose Alegra’s shapely breasts.

As the cruel vampire looked down at Aly’s tattooed lithe form, her eyes displayed no passion or sensual thoughts. As such, her hand didn’t reach for the girl’s bared tits. Alexa held the girl from the back of her neck, once again beginning to hustle the girl in the room. She walked her topless victim to a wooden furniture. It was an angled device, a triangular stand. The sharp edge of the furniture pointed upward. Given how a victim straddle it, it was sort of fitting to call it a horse. A wooden horse, which was very uncomfortable to have a seat on top of it. “Panties off. Start climbing.” Aly’s captor ordered.
 
Alegra was as quick as she could be but with her damaged bones the process was hard work and still slower than she would normally have done. Soon though she'd staggered in to the room and quickly glanced at the numerous women there wondering what they were doing... she also wondered why they were only women and no men... perhaps there was some particular reason for it? She found it hard to care all that much right now as each second was one filled with both worry and pain, it taking every effort to stay focussed even a little bit. Her breaths were ragged and uneven, Aly struggling with even that simple task.

Her eyes darted around the room as they entered and her head glanced around. A pang of fear shot through her as she saw the blood stains and her blood turned to Ice. What the fuck was wrong with these people, why the fuck did she have to try and steal from Sarrah in the first place? Fuck this, fuck all of them she wished she still had her normal life. Stealing from people with too much money and fueling a life filled with excitement. She loved adrenaline, she loved a thrill and if she knew vampires existed before then almost certainly the danger would have allured her... but this? She dreaded what would come next and tried to think desperately for some way out of this hell but none came to her.

No quarrel with her? To Aly this felt pretty personal... this one, far more than Sarrah, she would love to have killed... if she had some way to end her Alegra knew full well she would do just that. Her eyes locked on to the wooden horse after her bra was torn away from her. She just stared at it open mouthed and didn't move. "Wha'? I Can'... look at tha' thing. c'mon, you've fucked me up already" she murmured through closed teeth.
 
The words Aly had chosen in her reply to her captor weren’t the right ones. Clear fury burned within the vampire’s eyes. She wasn’t a patient woman, who didn’t take the thief’s refusal kindly. It didn’t matter how the human felt, or how bad she was injured. She had given an order. One that had to be followed without question. Back of her pale hand swung fast as she placed a harsh slap in Aly’s cute cheek. “Take… your… fucking… panties… off.” The woman spoke clearly, mark of her elegant fingers still fresh on the mortal girl’s face. “And climb on the thing.” Alexa raised her dark brows at the girl, her green eyes widened. The angrier she got, the longer her fangs extended out. She put one hand on the young servant’s shoulder, clearly not to give her a massage either. Before she could do anything though, something else grabbed her attention. The vampire looked back over her shoulder. The band of girls, her servants, entered the room. They didn’t look different, still wearing the same flashy dresses in contrast to what she told them.

“What did I tell you?” She asked them, not looking very happy.

“Sorry maîtresse.” One of the girls spoke with an accent. “We came across him.” She explained. Behind them, a tall man appeared. Aly must have seen him next to Sarrah not too long ago, before he took the last snap of the redhead. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a photo of the event.

“Little miss.” The man nodded at the woman. In terms of her date of birth, Alexa was younger than his granddaughter, if he had had one of course. While staring at him, the woman didn’t say anything, but it was clear to him what her green eyes were asking. “It’s done.” The man replied. “I must add, it wasn’t quick as you have told.” He summarized the fiery events on the balcony.

“Yes? How should I know? I haven’t invented the thing.” The vampire woman pulled her hand off the thief’s shoulder. The good news brought by the man lifted her mood. “What else? Did she say anything?” The woman asked.

“Child, you’re playing a dangerous game.” He replied, not looking very proud of his actions albeit realizing its necessity. “What do you hope to gain from torturing her?” His eyes noticed the tattooed girl, standing only in her panties before the daring vampiress. He could guess what the vampire was doing to the poor girl as well.

“She’s refusing to talk. That’s my job, not yours.” Alexa claimed, although the woman hadn’t asked any questions to Alegra yet. “So?” The woman asked again.

“No. She did not trust you.” The man explained, being the last person to speak with Sarrah.

“Didn’t trust. Of course not.” Alexa once again turned to the thief. She didn’t need to hear anything else. Her back was turned away from the man, so Aly got the full attention of her aggressor. She still had something to say though. “Smart woman…” The woman talked to herself. As her piercing eyes imprisoned Aly, the tall brunette didn’t bother to look back. In the background, one after another, her servants pulled out short knives. One of the girls gave out a loud shriek before she stabbed the man, in the side of his stomach.

“You fool!” The man barked. At the same time, another girl pierced her suit and drive her blade into the man. Alexa had sucked so much blood from her human servants, they had gone crazy over the years. The third one jumped on top of the man, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her dagger too stuck into him. “You dare? A-ah!” His shout only received another stab. Surely, compared to a vampire, a human was considerably weak. There were still things they could do where a vampire could not. One of those was holding silver without pain. Alexa’s servants sounded more like little witches than regular humans. There was no pattern to the girls’ stabbing. “Get off! Arrgh!” Silver blades these little sluts held went in and out of the man’s skin. *Shunk! Stab! Shunk! Stab! Shunk!* The blades pierced the man from random angles. Countless knife wounds burned the vampire’s skin, painted his shirt in a dark shade of red. His torso, limbs and face, all a target to be carved out. Death at the hands of a bunch of crazy whores, it wasn’t the best way to go. Soon, the man dropped to his butt in the corner of the room. His own blood began to drown the man. Words turned into unintelligible gurgles in his pierced throat. The girls grunted and panted, her hands digging deep into the man with repeated thrusts of the knives. Her hands turned into red gloves. Every random slash spurted out a thick gush of blood from the man. His legs began to twitch with the endless stabs as short silver blades made new holes in his riddled body. Irregular stabs of the girls poked and cut his body. Every second meant another cut, another deep hole in his body.

Removal of her dress had revealed Alegra’s tattoos. They caught the attention of her captor. The thief’s pierced tits and her body paint could only keep Alexa busy for so long though. The small massacre behind the woman continued. “Have you ever ridden a horse? Come one tough girl, let me help you.” To give the young thief a lift, the vampire grabbed Aly from the waist.
 
Alegra gave out another Yelp as she was slapped, she was sure her cheek was already damaged ad it was far more tender than usual. Alegra wished she had just passed out already and was surprised she managed to handle so much pain and keep alert. Her hands went to her underwear when the man entered the room.

The conversation was hard to follow but she recognized him. At first she dared to hope that Sarrah was coming to rescue her but the way they spoke… it sounded like something had happened. Something bad. Before she could really figure it out the blood bath began and Alegra felt her stomach lurch and twist in on itself. She fought to keep herself from emptying it. She wasn't overly squeamish but brutality of it…

The beaten terrified girl didn't have time to ponder the situation before she had attention back on her. She made a silent promise to kill this cunt if ever she had the chance. Slowly she removed the thongs she wore and looked at the thing. With a wince and the hitch's help she was hoisted on to the wooden horse and placed down on it. Her thighs clamped around it to stop too much of her wait coming down on the the point though it still caused her to grit her teeth.
 
While little helpers of the vampire dragged the body out of the room, some of them were still stabbing the fallen man. Leaving a red trail behind them, Alexa’s girls soon took him out of the place. That left the thief alone with her captor. The woman watched the girl remove her little panties and quite hesitantly rode the wooden horse as instructed. The distinct body painting Sarrah’s servant had on her naked body had attracted the vampire’s attention. Aside from the girl’s tattoos though, she couldn’t be considered to be very interested in Aly’s cute assets or fit body. The vampiric beauty was a straight woman, who hadn’t yet opened herself for different kind of affairs. Where their mistress failed to satisfy their sensual needs, the woman’s servants had each other’s company to keep themselves entertained.

Furious frown that dominated the woman’s face slowly eased when the thief followed her commands. The furniture that wedged into the girl’s exposed pussy was of course not designed to split her in half. Although not sharp as a blade, the somewhat sharp edge split its victim’s lowerlips quite well though. It was an incredibly uncomfortable to sit on top of the harsh device. The thief’s struggles reflected that nicely too. Alegra looked like a little gymnast trying to hold her balance up the thing. Eventually though, her human muscles would exhaust and the girl had to put her whole weight onto the wedge that parted her pussy lips. “Safe.” Alexa spoke after a small silence. She of course didn’t mean her victim’s situation. When the sadist woman was nearby, nothing could be considered safe for the girl. There was supposed to be a safe at Sarrah’s mansion. What use an immortal vampire had for money? Plenty, apparently.

“That little bitch kept a little safe in her little house. Where is it?” The woman questioned. The redhead hadn’t told her servant anything about a safe, and certainly not to Alexa as well. There were plenty of jewelry and cash spread around the house. Those were not a secret though. What the vampire sought were certificates and land titles, valuable papers of different kinds. To put more pressure on the thief, the woman grasped one of Aly’s ankles, firmly tugging at her leg to add to her pain. “Where is it?” She repeated.
 
Despite the pain the thief felt in her ribs right now her legs at least were incredibly fresh. She placed her hands on the device that she currently stradled after a moment or two to help aleviate the pain and pressure being placed on her cunt. Alegra wondered just how she'd managed to invoke this creatures ire so much, was there a point to it or did she just particularly hate humans? Was it because she'd intruded in the gathering when this one thought that she actually had no place at all in being here or not she had no idea. Alegra wanted, more than anything to kill that smug bitch, to watch her bleed out like the other had.

"Safe?" she repeated in a quick breath confused. Though the creature carried on after that. A safe? Alegra had heard or seen nothing of a safe. She knew of Alegra's wealth, it was what attracted her there first. She didn't have time to respond when her ankle was yanked sending pain shooting up through her and a yelp left her lips once more. "Fuck! I don' know abou' a safe, she doesn' ave a safe! If ya wan' ta... ah rob 'er there's jewelry an' shi' everywhere!"
 
What her ears caught weren’t exactly the things the vampire wanted to hear from her captive. The thief had failed to give the information the woman wanted to learn. She was not yet sure if Aly was indeed ignorant of the info she sought or just a tough girl to break. Out of the two possibilities, the former was more useful and fun. Alexa was a twisted woman after all, who found joy in torturing weak humans, pushing their limits. “I don’t fucking care about jewelry.” She circled the wooden furniture to stand in front of it. Given how much time the girl spent at the mansion and with its mistress, it was easy to think Alegra knew a lot about the place. “You’re pushing my patience darling.” As the woman glared at her victim, her little servants returned to the room the two was in. Alexa grabbed a simple chair to have a seat just in front of the troubled thief. “I don’t like repeating myself. Where is it?” The imposing brunette asked from her seat, folding one of her thick thighs over the other.

Hearing their mistress’ frustration, two of Alexa’s servant appeared behind the seated woman. They didn’t look as strict as their owner, but previous events had already shown how crazy they actually were. Those girls didn’t question the woman’s orders. Aly wasn’t the first victim of the wooden horse, and the servants knew how fun it could get to watch a helpless girl on top of the device. The width of the object and its triangular shape prevented Alexa to grab both of the thief’s legs. She could have yanked on just one of the young brunette’s feet like she did before, but that would threw off the victim’ balance and make her fall. A couple of extra pair of hands would work better. Thus, Alexa gave the order, which set her crazy, but admittedly pretty sluts in motion. While their boss remained in place, each girl stood on each side of the horse.

“Hello there.” One of them asked greeted thief, letting out an unnerving little giggle. Her hands were still coated with blood. “Hey cutesie.” The other one called out from the opposite side. Both of Aly’s legs got an equal amount of attention as Alexa’s servants began to fondle the thief’s separated appendages. Although being soft, the touches shouldn’t be comforting considering how much sanity were left within those two. “So, tight..” One servant admired the young thief’s skin while rubbing her shapely legs. “What is your name?” The human pair asked with a disturbing grin. Those scarlet women could feel and sound quite erotic. Surely not a trait they learned from their mistress.

“Hey!” Alexa barked at her servants. “Stop flirting with the bitch.” The woman suggested. Where the vampire had fucked Alegra up quite roughly, her little minions could give the poor thief a real fuck, all four of them. Upon receiving the command, they stopped talking though, for now. The vampire’s hand beckoned the thief closer. It wasn’t up to her to move though. Giving out an annoying chuckle, both of Alexa’s servants grabbed one of the young thief’s legs. They roughly slid Alegra across the sharp edge of the furniture, forcing her little pussy to grind against the material. They kept pulling the girl, from the center of the device to the very end of it. “The safe?” Alexa insisted.
 
Alegra's head pounded, her sides had daggers in them, there was a firey blade between her tighs and a throbbing spread from the wounds on her face that the abuse she'd recieved. Alegra wished amongst anything now that she could simply vanish, just dissapear from this place and be back at her own home in her own bed away from any vampire, any fucked up sadists and any kind of misery or misfortune that the poor thief currently found herself ensnared in. Alegra could wish and wish, pray and pray but she knew that it was folley, it wouldn't happen, she was stuck here and she had to keep her head if she could. Survive, get through this, endure, survive. Her own life was, as always, the most important thing to Aly, it was a valuable commodity that she knew she couldn't simply replace, not everybody lived for ever or could heal easily.


The girl turned her head to look at each of the fucked up women with a look of both pleading and confusion. What was up with them? Why were they like this? Alegra didn't reply to their question and instead just stared as they began to work the inked skin of her thighs. The action didn't feel enjoyable or soothing at all, if anything it was just disconcerting. Soo the sadistic bitch's voice rang out again and Alegra twisted her head towards the creature again, feeling her stomach sink once more. Soon the suffering continued as she was slid along the triangular edge of the wooden horse and it had Alegra screaming, she couldn't stop her weight from going down from it. "I don' know abou' a fuckin' safe! Stop! God please stop!" she cried out in pain.
 
Being the sadist, overconfident witch she was, the thief’s screams of truth weren’t enough to convince her inhuman captor. She didn’t really care how much pain the sharp furniture inflicted on Aly’s little pussy either. “Bedroom, garden, kitchen, cenotaph?” The woman asked, not as loud as her victim’s screams, but still with a distinct frustration in her voice. Although Aly, in truth, knew nothing more about a safe than her vampire torturer, Alexa was too blind to see the thief’s genuine ignorance. Even if Aly had told her the location of the safe, there was no guarantee that the woman would stop molesting the redhead’s young servant. Given the thief’s injuries, the ones that weren’t caused by the vampire, Alexa could tell that the girl was no stranger to pain at least.

Dissatisfaction of their mistress put the vampire’s slutty servants in motion again. Pulling the poor thief from her ankles, Alexa’s crazed helpers slid Aly on her spread pussy, all the way back. In comparison to their mistress’ frustration, they seemed to be enjoying the situation. As they pulled the thief towards the opposite end of the horse, they could feel the troubling friction acted between the brunette’s exposed cunt and the edge of the wooden device. “I think she likes it.” One of the girls sang, making the other chuckle as well. Of course, while on top of that thing, the pain someone felt in her crotch must have been far from being enjoyable, if that someone weren’t a huge slut. “Yes Mistress, give her to us~” The other assistant suggested.

Big green eyes of the vampire gained a purple hue as Aly failed to give her what she wanted. “I swear, I’d dig your grave myself!” Alexa howled from the chair she sat. One of her booted feet stomped against the floor with a loud bang as the woman swiftly uncrossed her thick legs. “After sticking the shovel deep into your fat little ass.” Vibrant vampire eyes glared at the thief. “Bring her closer!” Alexa ordered. The duo that pulled the girl from her bare legs fulfilled the mistress’ wish quite gladly. With the strict command, her servants drifted Alegra’s lithe body on the girl’s pussy, sliding her across the sharp edge that deeply wedged into her womanhood. Peak of the triangular furniture harshly scratched the thief’s little cunt to roughly rub against her sex.

“Do you want me to stop?” The vampire asked. “Then tell me where the fuck it is!” The woman kept interrogating Sarrah’s servant. “Pull her down.” Next order of the raven haired vampire came for her own twisted servants. Two pairs of eager hands firmly grabbed Aly’s each leg. To push the wedge of the device deeper into the thief’s pussy, they pulled Aly down stronger. Tugging at the girl, the pressure between Alegra’s parted thighs increased as if the nimble girl weighed twice as much. “Harder!” Alexa barked another time. And her wacky sluts followed the order. They pulled the girl against the unpleasant edge with more force. “Yes?” The demanding vampire questioned. That made the girls let go of the young thief’s shapely legs to ease some of the excess pressure.
 
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