Enslaved by the Night (Wave and Lady Arachnia)

"I don't know! I don't fuckin' know!" Aly screamed at the woman not sure what else to say, she was tempted to make somewhere up to see if it would stop this though... if she found out that was a lie it would look even worse for her she thought. Alegra definitely did NOT like this, there was no way in hell she got pleasure from the horrible situation she was in though she began to think that these minions were just as blind as their mistress if they truly thought she could enjoy the torture they were puttign her through. She was in agony and right now Alegra wished she could just dissapear, just get out of here, be any where else, be back with Charlie, be back at her mistresses, her parents, the graveyard.

"Alegra sobbed now like she hadn't sobbed before, her word and been degraded to pain, misery and suffering, to a pitiful existence. She jumped at the stamping foot and thought about how big a grave she'd need, wondering how hard digging one would be, wondering if she would be alive when she was placed in it. Her mind jumped from one thing to another incoherrently. She shook and shivered infront of the woman, tears streaming down her face as she looked at her, her eyes wide with fear. "I don' know I don' know. I'd fuckin' tell you I don' know, stop, please jus' stop." A fresh wave of agony was introduced to alegra and her loudest scream yet came, one that sounded like it tore something in her throat. She felt the world start to swim infront of her as everything lost it's colour. 'Yes' she though 'let me just pass out'.
 
In the blink of an eye, the unearthly presence responsible of the thief’s agony rose up to her feet, her thick high ponytail swaying wildly behind her back. If she hadn’t been a vampire, her face would have reddened with the overwhelming frustration she currently had. It didn’t look like her methods of finding things weren’t effective. The young woman actually looked quite frightened by her foul treatment and threatening nature. Perhaps, Alegra really was unaware of the so called safe Alexa desperately sought. The vampire’s digits held the wooden chair she used to sit from the backrest. As she tossed the furniture to the nearest wall, its broken legs flew about with a loud crack. “I just need a little information.” The furious vampire gave out a snort of frustration. “Work that little brain in your little head!” Unphased by her victim’s tears and suffering, she shouted at the thief, her roar strong enough to almost shake the tall windows of the room. Her sharp glare pierced the thief’s watery eyes as the imposing woman stood just in front of the horse Alegra mounted.

Although their mistress was quite an intimating person, Alexa’s crazed servant found joy in watching the tattooed woman’s suffering. The tall brunette placed her hands on top of each other, over the somewhat sharp edge of the wooden torture device, just in front of the spot where the thief’s bare womanhood met the quite uncomfortable furniture. “What use do you have for it anyway?” Her brows sharply knitted, Alexa pushed her hand down, pressing down on the wooden horse. Under the stress, the device cracked and squealed. Finally, below the vampire’s hands, two of the four legs that the furniture stood on broke like fragile toothpicks. Surely, if she wanted it, bones in one’s body could have easily surrendered to the same fate. Once they were broken, it created a slope across the top edge of the device, the gravity bringing Aly closer to the merciless witch who stood before her. Alexa quickly grabbed the thief from her throat, rising her abused body up in the air and off the torture device.

“Maybe, if I bring you back home, that would also bring your memory back.” The woman proposed in a calmer manner. Attention of her eyes shifted from Alegra to her maddened servants. The girls knew that look very well. It was similar to the one she gave them before they stabbed the man from earlier maybe hundreds of times. “Unfortunately, I need to attend to my guests now. What is left of them anyway.” She put the thief down like a delicate knickknack. After tidying herself up a little, and preening her waist length hair, she headed towards the door. On her way out, her other two servants returned to the room, dressed in more casual clothes now. Alexa’s last demand didn’t come for the thief, but others in the room. “Make sure she could still stand.” By the time the woman spoke, the girls were already looking at the pained thief with greedy eyes, similar to how a pack of wolfs would glower at a sheep. As Alexa walked out, two of her servants darted and took each of the thief’s arms. They pushed Aly’s back against the wall, while another approached the thief from front. “Hi doll~” The slutty servant sang, while the others held the thief from her arms. “Beating?” The girl tilted her head to one side. “Or fucking?” Her head rolled to the opposite side as she uttered the puzzling question.
 
There was nothing more at all that Ali could give, she had no idea about the safe, she hadn't noticed it and things like that she usually did, anything that was valuable and could potential grant her a considerable cash of money was soemthing she committed to memory so that she could use that at a later date. If anything the pain should have made her memory sharper, to be able to recall this shit but she couldn't and if it existed then Sarrah had made sure that there was no way that the young thief had seen it... which was probably prudent as she'd already tried to steal from her twice before in their brief time together.

Alegra could barely tell what was going on now, survival instinct was dulled and muted as she constantly swam on the verge of unconciousness. This was more than she'd had to endure before or ever expected to. He cunt was in agony, her face was busted and throbbed, her ribs were broken and causing her agony and countless other injuries she couldn't even being to focus on right now. "huh?" Aly just said to the woman when she mentioned home in a rather stupid voice. She gave out a soft choking sound as she was held up before she was dropped to the ground near the others. "Huh?" she said again staring at the women. "No... I'm done... please I'm done" she mumbled almost incoherrently.
 
Strength of the twisted girls that troubled Alegra came from their numbers. But again, the thief was not in a good shape to do any real fighting at the same time. Alexa had roughened her up quite well, and was willing to continue beating the poor girl until she was satisfied. As of now however, it wasn’t the imposing vampire, but her servants who had set their worrying gazes upon the naked thief. Aly failed to make a choice, leaving the little devils to make the decision instead. The four girls who preyed on the young thief had different opinions as well. Some were little perverts who would love to test how many dildos poor Aly’s beaten body could host, while the others were more sadistic who would enjoy battering her further down. Regardless, the young thief wouldn’t have a pleasant time.

“Done?” After repeating after the thief, all the girls gave out an annoying chuckle. “Oh no~” One of them objected. How could she be done when they hadn’t even started toying with the young brunette. While two of the servants held Aly up and against the wall, a third one remained before the thief. She placed one hand over the girl’s thigh as her fingers slid up. These blood stained digits might have felt gentle at first, but soon they located the thief’s ribs, pressing on the spot. “Does it hurt?” She smilingly asked, enjoying the girl’s suffering. A sharp slap whacked the girl in the face, which was followed by another sultry giggle. “If you don’t want our love…” The same servant paused. A knee darted up in the blink of an eye, slamming up against Alegra’s exposed cunt.

The pair who held the young thief from her arms shoved the girl facedown on the floor. Another approached from the side, using her boot to roll the thief on her back. “She’s so tough~” The servant mocked the girl. She bent her knee, and stomped on the young thief’s chest, and then dropped her foot onto the girl’s flat belly. It was all fun, so Alexa’s sluts were in a constant state of chuckling and laughing. The one who kneed her before, pinned one of the thief’s hands under her boot, twisting and turning her ankle to increase the pressure. A fourth girl joined Aly on the floor, mounting the girl. Both of her hands grasped the thief’s neck. With a wide grin, she began to squeeze Alegra’s throat.

“Oh, what’s wrong? Can’t breathe?” The sadistic servant kept choking the young brunette. As she interrupted the girl’s air flow, her bright eyes glared into hers. Her little fingers remained firm around Aly’s neck, each second bringing the young brunette closer to her untimely demise. Eventually, another girl pushed her partner in crime away from the thief, just to abuse the girl herself. This one grabbed Alegra from her hair. Quite harshly, pulling the young woman up to her feet. It didn’t take long before another one of Alexa’s twisted servants punched Aly’s stomach. They weren’t very strong, but the experience was still quite unpleasant. They didn’t let Aly stand up that long. As one girl put her boot on the brunette’s exposed bottom and pushed her forward and down.

Now lying on her chest, someone once again yanked on Aly’s smooth hair, tilted the girl’s head up, and slammed her face back against the floor. “Ready to cooperate?” A voice questioned. One servant kicked Alegra’s side, and another between her legs. “Nod twice if you do~”
 
What more they wished of Aly she could barely comprehend right now, did they think she was made of steel? That she could feel no pain or that her pain tollerance was something on par with a god? Aly wished she could just fade away, sink in to the ground and be free of this place, be free of the pain, the suffering, the desperation. She wished she had her gun that Miss Sarah had taken so that she could blow each of these freaks away... Miss Sarah, where was she? Would she care if she knew what was happenign to her servant? Would she save her? Alegra prayed then that her mistress would some how know she was in peril, that she was suffering and need her, so that she would come and get her out of here.

Alegra screamed a hoarse scream that sounded weak and feeble, the last of her voice more or less being torn from her. She barely felt the throbbing in her throat over the thick cloud of everything else that was keeping her mind occupied. The knee came next and Alegra's eyes cross. She groaned and moaned pathetically at the fresh attack on her raw cunt. She tried to scream again as she was pinned down and her stomach was stomped on but the sound wouldn't come, it was an almost silent sound that that sounded like a shrill wind. She barely had time to scream as digits wrapped around her throat and oxygen was cut off. Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets and eventually small red spots appeared on her cheeks as the capilliaries burst from the effort. When she began to think maybe she'd be able to pass out and escape this moment the grip stopped and she sucked in air as though she'd only just learned how to breath.

Alegra was pulled to her feet and punches began slammingi n to her. While they might not have been that strong even the lightest ammount of pressure felt like agony to the former thief. She would have collapsed if they didn't old her up, she had no strength. Before long they decided standing wasn't something she needed and was shoved to the ground, she crumpled in to a heap. A moment after her face bounced off the floor and she felt her nose crack and bend, blood down flowing from it. It still wasn't over as another kick met her broken ribs and another her damaged cunt. Her eyes were red and tears no longer came either. The fact she was still concious was evidence of he fortitude though she wished that it wasn't the case. "Alegra nodded, sort of, an awkward jerky movement. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." she mouthed over and over despite the nod, no sound coming out, the girl now in desperation mode, the adrenaline having worn off and doing nothing for her now.
 
For a mere human, it was a considerable beating what Alegra had received tonight, a thorough thrashing at the hands of the dead and their deranged worshippers. Perhaps a twisted way of nature getting the thief back for her wrongdoings in the past. A booted foot was placed on Aly’s bare chest. “I said twice you silly bitch.” Owner of that foot warned, twisting and pressing it against the beaten woman to further crush the victim under her boot.

“Maybe we should break a leg.” Another suggested as she leaned down to grab one of the thief’s legs from the ankle, lifting it up.

A third one kneeled at the periled girl’s head, starting to run her little fingers through the pained thief’s dark hair strands. “Or remove an eye.” Same girl suggested, covering one of the woman’s eyes with her palm. Definitely less powerful than their dark mistress, but surely capable of dealing a lot of damage and harm, Alexa’s servants kept amusing themselves through Alegra’s desperation and agony.

“I believe I’ll cut her tongue. She doesn’t use it all that much anyway.” The servant talked to the woman who lay in pain under her boot. Without any rules to regulate them, the group of young women that assaulted the thief could, without a doubt, force a grim fate upon her. There were four of them, and each wanted a piece of Alegra. As many troubling ideas they could perform on the thief blossomed in their little twisted minds, their mistress returned.

“Can’t walk, can’t see. Can’t even talk.” The tall vampire entered the room, walking over the blood stains on the floor and towering among the others to glare down at the broken thief. “What use would she be to me that way?” The raven haired vampiress objected to her servants’ sadistic wishes. Before she got what she wanted, the woman needed the thief at least semi-functional. With one of her hands, the vampire gestured down at the abused woman, quietly telling her to get up from the floor, although it was mostly an order given to her corrupted servants instead. Two girls indeed grabbed the young thief from each side and stood her up. “You’re going home.” Alexa announced. “Let’s both hope that refreshes your memories.”

Each of Aly’s arms linked to a girl’s, the imposing vampire’s servants walked alongside the thief, making her follow the lead of the mistress. The elevator cabin was large enough to house six. Its doors slid open to the lobby on the ground floor. “Walk.” Without looking back, Alexa commanded. She was in a hurry to utilize the rest of her time before sunrise. Beaten, all naked and stained by her own blood, they made Aly march across the lobby. Foreign eyes other than the party of five were disturbed by the malicious view. A car had been already waiting for the vampire just outside. Grasping the thief from the back of her neck as if she was a misbehaving cat, Alexa shoved her into the car for the return journey.
 
THere seemed to be no end in sight for the young broken thief as these maniacs had their hands on her. She began to realize then that they would kill her, she knew she wouldn't survive much more of this. A strange thought came to her as she lie there, how much longer did she have? Would it stop hurting when it happened? How would it happen? They spoke of breaking her leg and she tried to tuck it in as though to protect herself. They mentioned taking and eye and then cutting her tongue. Each thought sent a shiver through her, a lasting mark on her of what they had done. That was one thing she realized they hadn't done or at least she thought not. Everything they had done would heal in time with no evidence of the abuse. She then reminded herself that she wouldn't get time to heal.

It was as the girl was struggling to accept this fate when there's captor returned and the abuse at least stopped for now. She listened as the woman's voice cut through the haze of delirium that was enveloping her like a knife. She tried to stand but it was useless, she was hoisted up by the women. Walk? She was supposed to walk? She tried taking shaking finger steps but in her state it was difficult, most of her walking would be thanks to the women with her. She noticed the eyes on her and a feint red crept to her cheeks at the exposure of her beaten naked body. The humiliation was far outweighed by the pain she felt and where she might normally have felt shame it was muted. She looked at the bystanders and pleaded for help with her eyes as she was marched to the car.
 
Currently housing a group of five women, the SUV, which the thief was shoved into, was a little crowded as it moved across the town. That of course meant one of Alexa’s servants had been left behind. Hardly an inconvenience though. The road was empty, not many other vehicles accompanying the one driven by a vampire. If the circumstances had been different, it could have been even considered a relaxing journey, to ride alongside unbusy streets at night. The pair of girls who sat in the back seat with Alegra kept the wounded woman between them in check throughout the journey. “Little bird is going home.” One of them giggled. Her hand held the thief from the chin, while the other slapped the thief in the face. The young servant who sat on the other side of the naked woman coiled one arm around their victim, her fingers finding themselves a bare breast to cup. “Will miss you little slut.” The same servant suggested. Like her partners in crime, she did enjoy making the woman suffer. Whether Aly liked it or not, she was a fun plaything to toy with. Her earlier slap still fresh across the thief’s agonized face, the girl put two of her digits into her mouth, moistening them for a lewd purpose. Her free hand grabbed one of the thief’s legs, stretching it to the side and putting it onto her lap. Two fingers exited her pouted lips wet, slowly nearing to their new target.

A pale hand rose up in the driver’s side as well, as Alexa tilted the rearview mirror to lose the reflection of the three women. “Ugh.” Her sexual orientation was different than her slutty servants. Feeding on them so frequently had been exerting a strong influence on her followers, altering their lust. And where the vampire wasn’t able to fulfill such desires herself, she let them prey on others. There was a reason why Sarrah didn’t feed upon her servant all that much, she had wanted her sane. The raven haired vampire remained relatively quiet behind the wheel. Soon, trees and greenery replaced the urban view outside. And shortly after, looming of the Seraphine mansion announced the end of this short trip. The car entered through the open gates and parked just in front of the entrance of the two story building. Similar to the outer gates, the double doors were open as well. The engine stopped, the subtle noise of the car ceasing. As the mistress stepped out, the girls dragged the thief out in a not so gentle manner as well. “Move quick! I don’t have all night.” The vampire demanded.

Just like the rest of the rooms, master bedroom of the old mansion was silent. This time, the silence wasn’t disturbed by the strangely addicting noise of an ornate bristling brush running through fiery red hair strands. Still, if one were to look into the ornate mirror in the room, one would witness the odd view of a fancy hairbrush flying and dancing in the air as its holder lacked a reflection. The woman, unable to admire herself in the mirror, this time was thankful that she couldn’t. Only one eye glowed in the dark room as the redhead pushed her chair back to stand up. Upon entering the mansion, the screeching sound was easily caught by Alexa’s sensitive ears. From the entrance hall, the tall brunette could feel other sensations that accompanied the presence of a vampire as well.
 
Despite everything else Alegra was at the very least thankful for a moments respite even if it wasn't really all that relaxing. It was a break from the agony they'd been inflicted on her though, unfortunately for her, the adrenaline that had been coursing through her was wearing off and with that the culmination of her injuries sent constant stabbing waves of pain through her beaten and broken body. It would be easier to name the parts of herself that didn't hurt now rather than those that did. Still... this was preferable to being on that wooden contraction or underneath the three bitches.

Alegra couldn't have fought off the two women in this state even if she did have a second wave of defiance flooding through her, she was eager to invoke no more ire towards her and recieve as little more pain as possible. The slap was hard and caused her already swollen cheek to gain a scarlet hue around the point of impact as it rocked her head. A jolt of pain shot from the broken cheek but with everything else it elicited no more than a groan, just another sensation to join the other unpleasant ones she felt. She hissed as her leg was moved to the side and for a moment decided to try pulling it back though she soon reconsodiered. She closed her eyes and let her head tilt back as the two had their way with her, doing her best to blank them out and keep thoughts of ramming her fist in to one of their faces.

When they got there she was pushed out of the building and she stumbled to her feet, noticing the doors that were open... she remembered very well that they had closed them. Did this bitch already have her own people here looking for the safe or could there be a chance that Sarrah was already home? She barely dared to even pray. As they entered the mansion Alegra wasn't so out of it that she didn't catch Alexa's reaction and she could only guess at what this meant. She started giving a weak laugh that soon turned to something almost manic. "She's going to kill you, you're all dead already" she murmed between her cackling.
 
Losing her acclaimed vanity, fair complexion of her gentle skin, and even the fiery strands of hair she had didn’t put all that sorrow upon the mistress of the vintage mansion. She had been a vampire too long. Long enough for the dark curse to wash the woman out of humanly emotions. Rather, a lingering confusion was the feeling that filled the vampiress. She knew however that she was supposed to feel upset, that a shiver of depression should have imprisoned her sprit, if she had a soul still. A chilling quietness to surround her, Sarrah was aware of the presence of a number of uninvited guest within the walls of her home, even before they broke the silence of her grandiose lair with the little thuds of their little feet.

“Sarrah dear, is that you?” Alexa called out. The younger vampire was disappointed that this inconvenience hadn’t been dealt with as she thought. Not fully at least, not yet. Her ambition still in place, the woman hadn’t lost her eagerness on obtaining what she came here to get. The sudden burst of assurance the thief just expressed surely deserved a proper punishment. It called for a lesson to teach the bold human her proper place. For now, a sharp glance offered to Aly hinted at an impending penalty without performing said agonizing oppression on the spot. Something other than a misbehaving thief required her attention for the moment. “I assure you, as the host of ton…”

“It fucking hurt…” The response came from upstairs, acoustics of the place not requiring all that much shouting for the words to travel across. If the former redhead had been swearing, things must have been indeed serious.

“Well. Right, I took care of him.” Alexa mentioned the fate of the man who took a most painful photo of the burnt vampiress. “As I said I’m wil…”

“No.”

“Don’t act like a child. Come down and let’s talk this through.” The raven haired vampire suggested. One of her strong hands grasped a shoulder to shove forward. For once, it wasn’t the unfortunate thief whom she pushed around, but one of her own servants. “I’m sending someone to escort you here. As an act of goodwill.” Alexa gestured at her servant, ordering her to climb the steps. The girl of course was hesitant, not very eager to embark on an unpredictable journey into darkness. Although she didn’t know the owner of the mansion, she knew her mistress well, and what she was capable of doing. Smartly, choosing not to go against Alexa, the woman began to move, albeit with a lack of keenness. “I brought your little helper too.” The vampire stated. As if the pair of legs the girl had weighed a ton, she climbed the stairs rather slow, expecting someone to jump out of the shadows every passing second. That didn’t happen though as she found herself in front of the master bedroom. The door was open. “Agatha, chop-chop. Time’s ticking.” Alexa ordered the girl to be quick.

At the same time, Sarrah had been doing a chopping of her own. No screams were heard, everything happening so swiftly. Soon, pretty face of Alexa’s servant returned to the entrance hall. Without a body to carry it. Eyes still open, dismembered head of the girl rolled down the steps like a flawed football. It wasn’t cut from her body in a smooth craftsmanship, given how the head was severed using an ornate hair brush.
 
Aly turned around to look towards Alexa again as she called out, she was still giving out pained laughs that she strugged desperately with, however the feeling now running through her... one of excitement, one of anticipation outweighted all the pain that plagued her body from the brutal treatment this bitch and her entourage had put Alegra through. She'd never been so excited to even think about Sarrah before in all of the time she'd known her. If she was honest this was the first time she genuinely truly looked forward to seeing the much older much more powerful woman.

Alegra could tell that Alexa was on edge, the way she tried to reason with Sarrah, the words she chose. Sarrah's voice and demeanour sent ice through Alegra's blood and the fact that she swore stood out like a beacon in the night. Despite that manic excitement continued to run through the thief. No matter what happened here, she was sure, at least this ordeal was coming to a close. Her time with these was coming to an end.

She watched and relished in the hesitation the servant showed and took great joy in imagining what must be going through the sow's mind. Goose pimples pricked across her body and every hair stood on end as though she were electrically charged. The moment seemed to drag on and on, Aly wondering just what was going to happen. Though it wasn't long at all it felt like she'd been there hours when the head reappeared and tumbled down the stairs. Where before she might have felt somewhat unwell, somewhat disturbed by the sight f the decapitated head right now she felt nothing but satisfaction. She started to laugh again in an almost manic glee. "You're dead, you're dead. You're all fucking dead" she gasped between laughs.
 
Witnessing the crude murder of their friend, comprehending the unsavory separation of her body, it surely put a tense strain on the remaining servants’ nerves. While one mouth had been shut forever, the other girls screamed in peril, their shrieks of disgust mixing with the thief’s uneasy laughter to resound within the mansion’s walls and ring in Alexa’s ears. She wasn’t scared, and her chilling eyes didn’t linger on the lifeless head of the poor girl however. Instead, gaze of the imposing woman settled on Alegra. It would have been a direct response to Sarah’s offense, stealing the life of a thief, right there in a blink. Would the mistress of the mansion care though, would it help her case? Regardless, it was no surprise to confirm the difficulty of negotiating with Sarrah. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have set off to eliminate her in the first place.

Aimed to wipe off the sudden confidence that blossomed within the girl, Alexa’s one strict hand cut through the air and lashed across the thief’s face. Constituting a harsh grasp at her hair next, the woman pushed her bare body to shove her down on the floor, and over the lifeless head idling about that would form an uncomfortable bump under her lithe form. “I will send another one.” Alexa shouted upstairs. A queen among pawns, she didn’t seem to mind the casualty in her little group all that much. Anger and irritation still filled her cold body. As expected, her latest suggestion led to an understandable protest. As deranged as they were, none of her girls were willing to suffer the same fate when beheading of their sister was still fresh. Alexa was eager however, determined to make another one of her servants follow the warm trail of blood that led upstairs and deeper into the dark mansion.

Out of the two remaining girls, Alexa picked one and let her glance mark the next victim of her persuasion. Until a wall blocked her path, the girl stepped back, shaking her head with the sudden concern sparked within her. “No.” When the mistress had made up her mind though, further protests were in vain. “Send her!” She suggested Alegra to go instead, paling at the thought of pain that awaited her at the end of the long stairway.

“Dorcas, move!” Alexa barked her command, insisted she went on a chilling adventure of what the mistress deemed necessary. The brunette vampiress didn’t try to encourage a false hope of safety as well. “Believe me, dying without your head would be much better than living without everything else.” Alexa threatened, reminding the grim consequences of a possible mutiny. “You’re going up!” The woman continued.

“No, I shall come down.” Another voice objected.
 
Alegra was caught by the wiman's far superior speed as she grasped tightly on to Aly's hair and she gave out a quick hiss. The hiss was followed by a grunt as she was forced down over the top of the severed head which stopped her from being able to simply lie flat on the ground and made sure that the hole situation was just a little more unfomfortable... but she didn't care, after everything else she'd been through she could bare through what was going on right now and the whole situation filled her with electricity, adrenaline flooded through her veins and helped block out the worst of her pain for now at least and the young thief relished that fact.

The terror on the twisted servants face was like a drug and Alegra adored it, she cackled again and again seeming somewhat unstable herself as they tried to offer her up instead of taking their place on the stairs. "Wha' ya scared for?" she managed to mutter with a grin at one of them woman near her. She couldn't wait to see Sarrah, to see the final moments of those around her, she was convinced that they would have no chance of standing against the red head's wrath and for the first time since she'd met her she longed to see it, she so desperately longed to see it that waiting for it felt like she had waited an age. "She's goin' ta kill you!" Alegra repeated as she couldn't help but clap at hearing Sarrah again.
 
At a time when the night was no longer fresh and young, Sarrah’s decision of finally showing herself up actually pleased the vampire not so patiently waiting in the entrance hall. Her servants, however, didn’t like the sound of it, especially given the horrid fate of their newly deceased sister. Uneasy chuckles of the thief only annoyed them further. “Shut up!” One of the half-wits scolded, following the phrase with a kick aimed at the thief’s side. “If I die, I’ll kill you slut!” Amongst the girl’s insults and insensible threats, the other girl remained quiet, slowly backing up towards the open door behind her.

Training her luminous eyes on the handrails above, Alexa prepared herself to confront her kind. “Good. We’re running out of time.” The woman announced. “You wouldn’t want to…” The imposing brunette continued. Until her words were interrupted by the mouth of her servant.

“Convene in an unpalatable shower at dawn, certainly.” The girl reminded the unpleasant effects of the sun for Sarrah’s cursed race. A bitter taste the mistress of the mansion had already sampled to a degree during the night. Alexa turned to glare at her servant.

“You’re being cheap.” The vampire talked to the girl.

“I am dry. Parched, for claret.” She talked back, her eyes wide, but lacking the emotion that tended to flash through them.

“Alright. Here’s the deal.” Alexa offered. “Blood in exchange for a bit of favor.” Crossing her arms across the chest, she stood confident and tall.

Servant’s neutral lips parted to spend more words. “No need for a deal…” She took one more step towards back. There was an odd echo to her voice. Through the doorway, an arm wrapped the girl’s neck, moonlight highlighting the exposed muscles and burnt tissue. Most of the gruesomeness of it curtained by darkness, a hairless head appeared above the girl’s shoulder. One ember eye glowing, Sarrah continued. The girl’s lips moved in sync with the vampire’s. “...For you have brought me four.” And she hadn’t miscounted.

Her pale skin undone, scorched brown flesh vaguely defined the vampiress’ contour. Generous curves of her feminine figure were roughened and deformed. Naked, but had no skin to be bare.
 
The kick caught Aly right in the already damaged ribs and shave gave a sharp sound of pain as she tumbled over, gasping for air afterwards, unable to keep up her laughing now as the pain began to surge through her yet again. Alegra did her best to flash a grin at the woman trying to spout nonsense at her but it wouln't come out right and if anything would look rather hideous from the girl's battered beaten form. She spat out blood from her mouth and realised she must have bitten her lip at some point recently and the metalic tang of copper was strong upon her tongue.

The words came and as often Aly found herself struggling to go along with them, the vocabulary somewhat beyond her. She was quiet now, captivated as she watched the scene play out before her. Her eyes fell upon the usuall gorgeous form of Sarrah and, in this twisted moment, Alegra could think of no more beautiful a sight than the woman that held dominion over her appearing. By the look of her it became obvious to the thief that she had not been the only target tonight, they had clearly tried to get Sarrah out of the picture to commit their heist which made sense but she knew full well if you fucked up something like that then your heist was going to get no where. As Sarrah spoke Alegra looked around... was she being counted? Fuck, so long as she killed the rest of them right now Alegra would have gladly offered up her blood.
 
Smug waywardness that accompanied the wounded thief’s attitude earned the girl another kick from the raven-haired vampire. This time however, it was swift enough to turn the lights off for the girl for an hour or so. Thankfully for the thief, not strong enough to steal her very life. The scenery at the entrance hall was an ugly one, both visually and morally. When Alegra would open her pretty eyes again, a different scene was going to be present to her gaze. On the other hand, danger of the situation that threatened her mortal life would remain present still.

Serving the mistress for more than a year now, Aly should have already become quite acquainted with pretty much all the spots in the Seraphine mansion. The dull sight and heavy scent of the cellar down in the basement should have had a familiar feel to it. Like the many bottles that filled the shelves, it wouldn’t have been exactly inaccurate to say that her lithe body too was now another container down here, waiting to be uncorked. Only, it was not wine what her body held inside. Sarah had chained her former servant to the brick walls of the basement. A crude set of shackles rained down from the top of the wall, stretching Aly’s arms out towards the ceiling. She had felt no need to cloth her servant, keeping her bare as she was, against the wall. The thief was not alone in the cellar though. Partly, at least. Another pair of arms were chained to the wall next to her. Without a body, the appendages just dangled freely. Whom they belonged, she wasn’t afar.

Acoustics of the place exaggerated the screams of Alexa’s last servant. They told a tale of agony and pain. Leaving a crimson trail of blood behind her, disjoined body of the girl was dragged out of the room by the monstrous being Sarrah had become. In the distance, a sharp snap swiftly ended her young life and silenced the disturbing echo of her loud shrieks. Once this was done, the vampire could once again shift her attention over Alegra. Little light in the room perhaps didn’t make the thief’s piercings shine, but didn’t fully hide the discomforting burns of the vampire’s outer shell either. She sat down on a wooden chair in front of her chained servant. Including having a seat, any action she took was causing her substantial pain.

“Always keep me in sight…” Sarah began to talk. “I reckoned it was a rather manageable ordinance.” She kept her eye on the girl, which didn’t hide the harmful intentions she had for the young thief. “It appears I have failed to explicate what happens to those you betray my will.” In front of the injured brunette’s naked form, she leaned back. Tonight’s unfortunate events had stripped the vampire’s seductive appeal, replacing it with disturbing horrors.
 
Alegra opened her eyes and realized one of them was swollen nearly shut, rather than feeling refreshed she felt as though she's survived a train wreck. The first thing she did was give out a groan of pain as her body throbbed and ached. From her current pose it felt as though her arms were being torn from her sockets and she found that moving didn't come easily, especially with how she was bound. Her head looked down to notice her heavily inked form was still bare and then turned to her side to see the dangling arms and gave a shudder at the sight of them just handing their detached from their owner.

The sounds of screaming send cold ice through the thief's veins and she gave yet another groan. She knew where she was, was this Sarrah? If so why was she here? She'd done nothing but tried to help her mistress, to give the invaders as little as she could. When Sarrah came in to view Alegra's jaw dropped open. Rather than horror on her face or fear she somply looked sad. "Miss... Sarrah" she said softly as she took her appearance in. "What happened to you?" she questioned though in reality she was in no great shape herself. "I had no choice, I tried to stay near you, I tried to ge' you're attention" she said, her words coming slow due to her situation. "I'm no' strong enough..." she grunted clearly bitter about how helpless she'd been, a simple rag doll before the other vampire. She'd grown used to Sarrah and in her time she'd even grown somewhat fond of her dominator, she liked to think she'd become useful enough to have around for Sarrah to not truly end up ever invoking her mistress's ire. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked in a voice that came across as almost emotionless. After what she'd already endured she didn't know what more she could take and found herself unable to feel anything except cold acceptance rather than anything else. In her position and with how strong she'd seen the other vampire to be she knew that if Sarrah wanted to harm her then there truly was little the weak little human could do. She thought about it again, how weak she was, how useless her survival skills were with the people whose domain she stopp upon the edge of and she hated it.
 
Many gifts that came with her dark curse didn’t include knowing things she had not witnessed. Including her former servant, she had little sympathy towards humans. This time, the real betrayal had come from her own kind however. Most had already paid the ultimate price. Now, Alegra too had amends to make. The vampiress could see the undeniable hints of oppression on the young girl, new marks of torture to blend in with her tattoos. No matter what she already suffered through, it couldn’t have been as grave as being burned alive. “Have I ever told what got me Alegra?” In front of the chained thief, the vampiress called out from her seat. “Tuberculosis. A dreadful irony. Is it not?” She eventually got to her feet, her scorched figure lacking the elegancy she used to incorporate. Other than an irrelevant small backstory, she didn’t feel the need of explaining what indeed happened to her. On the other hand, it should have been quite obvious anyway.

Although in desperate need of it, Sarrah had not feed upon the victims she murdered so far. The gruesome fate she imposed on her victims had stained her body with their blood. However, her charred outer shelf made it difficult to notice, if not impossible. Charming visage of the vampiress would no longer make a nice portrait, but a grotesque landscape that depicted a horror imagery. Equally disturbing and saddening. She was a woman who cared about how she looked. A gift stolen from her tonight. Not permanently perhaps, but definitely annoying. Another vampire’s blood was useless. A bunch of deranged servants’ vital fluid lacked the necessary substance she required. A thief who had done drugs in the past, her plasma didn’t have the nourishment. Only purer body of a poor candidate would suffice.

Deformed hand of the woman held Aly’s chin, making sure the thief’s eyes remained on her. “Strength has no value right here and now. You are no pure.” Remaining eye of Sarrah glowed in the dark, inspiring the vampire’s mark on the young woman’s rear to act up. With her command, the old mark on Alegra’s behind sprang to life as if it was branded tonight. Its painful bite sharper than a dozen needles combined to contrast the cold wall behind the girl’s bare form. If she could imagine it covering her entire body, it would have given the thief an idea what the mistress experienced tonight. “Untoward affairs necessitate a virulent sacrifice.” Although the night was not young anymore, the wounded thief still had a last deed to perform. “A pure soul that would undoubtedly have to surrender their life essence.” Whoever Sarrah fed on now wouldn’t be a able to make it. Finding the proper victim was Alegra’s task.

Letting go of the girl’s chin, Sarrah took a step back. “She has always wanted to meet me, has she not?” An easy puzzle to solve. The sacrifice in question was, of course, Alegra’s beloved girlfriend. “Bring her to the gardens. That would be your atonement.” Sarrah undid the chains that imprisoned her servant, only to disappear into shadows.
 
Her eyes were fastened on the sight of the creature before her,. the mutilated woman, the dead thing she'd come to grow used to, the thing she, if she was being honest, had probably began to admire at least to some degree. She began to list what had killed her when she had still been human, before this unlife she now possesed and it felt surreal to Alegra, the talk of one dying when they were still before the thief. She knew by now it was all true but it still was not easy to get her head around and she didn't feel comfortable knowing how her mistress had died, she hadn't really wanted to know.

Alegra, as much as the woman's visage was now horrifying, didn't break eye contact from Sarah, she remained enraptured by those eyes, those deadly killers eyes. She made no response to not being 'pure' whatever that meant. Soon though pain shot through her emenating from her backside and she howled in pain, the movement and jerking she did to try and fruitlessly get away from the fire just caused her fresh wounds to stab and throb.

Soon the pain died down and she listened to what the creature before her said though she struggled. They meant charlie? Sarrah meant Charlie? Drugs had been a common passtime for the both of them, she was no where purer than Aly or at least she thought. Sarrah was trying to push for the one thing that would lose her servant's loyalty for ever, the one thing that would guarantee Alegra's complete and utter dedication to nothing but being instrumental in the vampiresses' true death.

"Can'." she muttered as she hit the ground. She tried to get back up to her feet but she crumpled again. Alegra's body was battered and beaten and now suffering from the adrenaline dump that came after how much had flown through her blood before. She tried a third time and collapsed again. She didn't want to know nhow many broken bones she had, how much damage she had truly taken. She dragged herself along the floor groaning as she did and then took equally as long getting up the stairs. It would take long minutes for her to finally reach the front door panting and bleeding from her lip from how hard she'd bitten it. "Fuck this" she whined rather pitifully to herself.
 
Before vanishing into the harsh shadows of the cellar, what the vampiress wished of her servant was undoubtedly a distasteful request. An immoral task that required an iron willpower rather than any physical attribute. Sarrah’s heart had stopped beating a long time ago. Now she wanted her servant doomed the blameless beloved who stole hers. A puzzling quandary for sure, making an irreversible decision between her earthly girlfriend and her bereft-of-life mistress. Acceptance would come with her sacrifice as a reward, and fiery wrath with the abandonment of duty. Although the thief had already sounded to have made her mind, things weren’t that easy, were they? The idea was planted, vampire’s mark persistent on the thief's skin as a reminder of where did her loyalty lie.

The mansion that used to resound with distressed screams of alive not too long ago once again embraced the tranquility of silence. It had been a long night, only one more hour before it ended. Disfigured figure of the vampiress walked past the maimed bodies. Strode over tattered organs. Stepped across gallons of wasted blood. Being another victim of the night, her blemished form matched the horror show on display. To feel the soil under her feet, she went outside. Walking away from the brick walls of her lair, she paid a visit to the family cemetery. Not to pay her respects to the dead, or pity the gravestone that carried her name, but to check if it was undisturbed in an attempt to unbury what was hidden underneath, where she officially rested according to the registration office.

Her gaze rested on her father’s grave next; beloved husband, father and grandfather. “Oh, please…” The vampiress talked to his grave. “It is your doing.” Although it was centuries ago, she could still remember the faint memories of her life. The life that came to an early end that is. ‘I’ll find a way.’ Before her untimely demise, he had told her such. He did find a way alright, at the expense of her soul. Sarrah had never liked questioning her curse, burdening her mind whether it was just an undiscovered disease or a mystical influence beyond science what kept her animated. There were some religious aspects to it as well, given how certain themes and trinkets gave her discomfort. There wasn’t any way of knowing really, if she would even occupy a spot in heavens or hell once this had been eventually over. Her gaze drifted towards the adjacent gravestone next, which of course belonged to her mother. “Would you like to hear it?” Sarrah asked.

Inside the mansion, at the foyer, whimsical notes broke the silence. The antique piano came to life. In a stark contrast to the bloodstains present across the place, the music breezed cheery and upbeat. Although not particularly difficult to play, the composition predated the vampire. Hardly a surprise, considering she had learned to play it when she was a child. Tunes didn’t go together with darkness, but it would suit a hopeful morning quite well. Shadows began to retract from the mansion. Sunlight started leaking into the building through the front gate like a most silent predator. Upon being pressed, her scorched fingers marked the piano keys in brown and red. First rays of light warmed up the grass and broke the cold. Sarrah too could feel the distressing heat. The music stopped as she looked back. Her eye squinted. Even the slightest illumination was enough to strain it. Highly discomforting effects of the rising sun had long begun to take its toll on her body, seared wounds reopening again. “At tomorrow… night then.” The vampire promised. “U-uh…” Moaning and groining in pain, she retired to the darkness of her bedroom to seclude her weakened body from the piercing morning.
 
The former thief lay on the floor with her head spinning for what felt like an eternity for her though in reality must have been no more than half an hour. She had swam in and out of conciousness multiple times and wondered just what had actually kept her still alert and awake. With the adrenaline gone now she felt every ache, stabbing pang and pain more accutely than ever and it hurt, it really fucking hurt. She'd been shot before, beaten up, hell she'd even been hit by a car once but none of them came even close to the suffering she felt right now, her body felt ruined and she didn't even want to imagine how long it would take her to recover from just how severely she was battered this night at the hand of one of Sarrah's rivals. Not only that but she was the one blamed for it, the girl who had become a loyal servant was the one to blame, not Sarah, the one who should have known or expected something like this to happen. Maybe it was the inability to admit her own failure that meant she had to try and pin it all on Aly?

She didn't know why her phone was in her hand, she didn't know when she'd picked it up but apparently she had. She reached for the device, fumbling it with clumbsy hands as though trying to find someway to improve her situation. The phone was open on her messaging app, the last message sent to Charlie. Aly read over it for a moment as a few more tears, tears that she very rarely shed, leaked out fown her cheeks.

"I need u
help me
(Next would be the adress of Sarah's mansion)
love u always xxx"

So she'd done it? The memory of sending the message came back to her, she'd actually sent the message to lure Charlie there like Sarah had wanted? She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood as words from some time in herp ast came back to her. "Look after yourself girl, you always put yourself as number one. You don't give up, you survive, you always survive." Who had said them right now she couldn't even remember right now but she knew they were true, she was number one. Alegra looked around again as though considering if making another attempt to et up was worth it but ultimately she decided it was not meant to be. With what strength she has fading she drifted off again on the floor in the centre of the main hall in to an uncomfortable sleep.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom