𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑 [ᴮᵉˡˡ ⁺ ₐₘᵦₑᵣᵧₙ] {NSFW}

[Dr Bellwright]

Prologue: Wish Not Granted Chapter I: Bloody Mess

 

[Amberyn]

The thump of music followed her out onto the road, the slam of the door containing it back inside the club. Outside, the air was thick with smoke, and Leona's nose wrinkled with disgust. It took her a few steps to realise she'd stormed out without grabbing her jacket. Looking back at the door, she shrugged; she would pick it up tomorrow night. If it went walkabout between then and now, it wasn't a huge loss; it wasn't one of her favourites, and everything she needed was squeezed into the tiny pockets of her shorts. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to walk through London at night, especially dressed as she was, but honestly? Leona was passed caring. In just over a month, her life would be over, her destiny no longer her own. A dangerous part of her welcomed whatever the late night threw at her; it wasn't going to be any where near as dangerous as what the Academy had in store for her. Plus, storming out didn't have the same effect when you walked back in to grab your jacket. She was in a particularly dark mood as she made her way to the nearest bus stop, pulling her phone out to pull up the tracker. Being dumped tended to do that to a girl. She looked up from her phone as a red blur passed her. Shit, that was her bus. The bus that came once an hour. Fingers scrolled through her apps to check, yup, there were no cars available. Not a surprise on a Friday night in the middle of the summer holidays. That left her with one option: the underground. Further than she wanted to go on her own at this time of night. At least it was warm, the waxing crescent moon shining bright in the sky. This far in the city, the stars were difficult to see, the North Star winking, and Leona took the opportunity to throw a wish to it. "Starlight, Starbright, first star I see tonight," she murmured, "I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight." Her eyes scrunched close for a moment. Save me from my fate, don't make me go to the Academy. The universe didn't answer, it never did, and she kept walking, patting down her pockets in search of her headphones. Panic seized her for a moment before she found them, her mood lifting at the sight of them. Just as she fit one in her ear, she heard it: a cackle that made her blood run cold. A group of men on the other side of the road were staring at her. Booted feet began to move that bit faster, her fight or flight response triggering. Just keep going, they'll get bored. Ducking her head, Leona was cursing herself for letting her emotions get away with her. She should have gone back into the club and grabbed her jacket to cover her corset. Should have sucked it up and waited in safety while she waited for a car to pick her up, or sat her ass down at the bus stop for an hour. 'Shoulds' weren't going to do bugger all against the group trailing her, the heavy sound of their footsteps, and their jeers announcing that they were right behind her. Her back was itching from the intensity of their gazes, igniting the newly tattooed skin at the base of her spine. Abruptly, she turned down a side road, hoping to put some space between them. Instead, she nearly ran into someone. Dropping her phone, it went skittering across the pavement hard enough to make her wince. The figure in front of her lunged for her, and she backpedalled with the sudden realisation that they'd herded her here. A glance over her shoulder told her that they were hanging back, eyes drawn to every part of her bared flesh, but they didn't attempt to touch her. The one in front of her was the ringleader, and she backed away as he loomed closer, a wicked-looking knife flashing in the moonlight. Leona hit a wall with a grunt, panic surging through her along with indignation. Well, the universe had answered, it seemed. Death in the darkness instead of death training to be a vampire's pet assassin. Her hands scrambled for her bank card, holding it out to him. "Just take it," she told him, hating the pleading in her voice. He cocked his head, looking at it before grabbing it and tossing it to one side. Her throat bobbed beneath her choker, her pulse racing when he loomed closer. He slammed a hand next to her head, and she jerked away. His other hand landed next to her head, trapping her. Fuck this. She brought her knee up to slam into his balls, and he avoided it easily, pressing himself against her. "Why would I want money, darling, when I can have this?" he asked, his hand reaching to stroke her cheek. Leona flinched, turning her head away with a jangle of her earrings. He chuckled and looked up, head turning to his companions before giving her his full attention. "Be a good girl and you might even enjoy this."

 

[Dr Bellwright]

One did not simply rescue hotties at night. Samuel stood at the edge of the rooftop overlooking the quartet. Three assailants and a girl. A victim-not-to-be. It would be better if there were two girls to save, but one did not have control over such peculiarities. Still, there was no reason to rush. The men obviously were not restricted by mercantile needs alone; they had desires above and below monetary, and the girls' already skimpy attire could "benefit" from a modification or two. Samuel didn't bother holding the corners of his lips flat. His supernatural hearing could pick up every breath, every sigh, every chuckle, even from this distance as he watched three south London chaffs take what they perceived belonged to them. "Be a good girl and you might even enjoy this." Samuel heard, the smile disappeared from his face, and was replaced with a grimace of disappointment. "Such a cliché," He whispered to himself and watched the man's fingers move under the laces of her top and quickly dismantle it. Samuel was still processing the lack of originality, to register whether it was brute force or actual skill on the part of the criminal, the result was the same: the girl was topless, with the corset being tossed aside. Pressed against the wall, the chav put a hand on top of her head and pushed her down, forcing her to squat between his crotch and the wall. Soon, there was a hand between her face and his crotch, his fingers fumbling with the zipper, followed by the wet sound of his trousers being undone. Wet sounds? "What the fuck." The confident man quickly stepped back, turning on his heel to see his two friends on the ground in the shared puddle of blood. "I'm Samuel. I'm here to save the topless mademoiselle behind you." The man, who stood between soon-to-be corpses, said, tilted a little to the left, to look behind the chav and at the girl and winked. "It's ok, I know a twenty-four-hour bikini top store." The vampire in the leather coat turned and switched his attention back to the man in front of him. Who was quite shocked, for quite understandable and respectful reasons. As predators go, humans are not exactly at the top of the chain. Weak jaws, not sharp at all, fangs or nails, joints that give up after the age of twenty-five. "So, are you going to run, or are you going to stay and share the…" the vampire made a gesture, circling his finger in the direction of the puddle of blood. "…space with your buddies?" Technically, it was frowned upon to leave witnesses, but it was fun to read about vampires in the Daily Mail…and one day, he hoped to maybe read about his work in The Independent or Guardian? "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." The man took a step back and bumped Leonia's face. "Fuck. Sorry." He apologised to the girl, whose face he was planning to fuck a few seconds ago and then dashed to the side and run the fuck away. Samuel watched the man run for his life before slowly turning back toward Leonia. He followed her gaze to the puddle of mud where her corset had landed, half-submerged. The girl was on her knees when he slowly paced around the corpses and the blood to keep his shoes clean, and approached her. "As I said, my family owns a 24/7 swimsuit shop." Suave, confident, and caring at the same time, he approached the girl, "Don't worry…" he extended his hand, and then he saw something. The satisfied face of a man who was about to relish the heroic triumph deflated. "Shitfucked tits. Of all the hotties I could have saved tonight, it had to be a fucking hunter." Samuel barked when he noticed the partial tattoo on the small of her back. His hand simply dropped. "Which family are you from?" He asked the girl and nodded towards the top. The prince charming was gone in a blink. "Pick your top up, we don't want to attract even more perverts." He added and clicked his fingers, and watched the young woman look at him with that unmistakable mixture of shock, hatred, and even more shock. Maybe he should consider teaching her a lesson or two. Hunter or not, he did save her. A bit of a waste of time, since she will possibly go to some other vampire when her time to go to school comes. The hand that offered safety only moments ago extended towards her again. With nothing to offer, it instead landed on her cheek.

 

[Amberyn]

Leona was quite certain she would not enjoy whatever the prick had in mind, and the expression on her face said as much. The head chav wasn't paying attention, his hands pawing at her top, thick fingers trying to unlace the corset before realising he had a knife. Her breath quickened as he brought the blade closer to her skin, unable to look away as the knife sliced down... the strings stood no chance, falling to pieces and letting her top fall open. That wasn't enough for him, and he dragged it off her shoulders one at a time, tossing it away. Her hands came up to cover herself, dimly surprised that there were no comments from the audience. His hand pushed her head down, forcing her body into an uncomfortable squat. She kept one hand splayed across her chest in a poor attempt to hide her large breasts, the other hand pawing at the wall behind her for some sort of stability. His crotch was directly in front of her, and she closed her eyes, not wanting to see what came tumbling out from behind that zipper. A squelch made her shudder, oh god, had the bastard already cum? One eye gradually opened, the other following suit when the man cursed. She blinked up at the dark-haired man grandstanding in front of her would-be-rapist. The rest of the gang were on the floor, surrounded by blood, and he... he was winking at her?! Unable to hold the crouched position again, Leona lowered herself to her knees, rubbing a hand over her face. What. the. actual. fuck. It was so ludicrous that she craned her neck to look behind him, expecting to see someone with a phone recording the whole thing. Nope... the guy was alone, and he'd just taken out how many? He kept running his mouth, and she was surprised when her attacker stepped back, apologised to her and then fled. Again, she looked about. No pigs flying. Hmmm. The adrenaline rush was starting to wear off, and she shivered, looking about for her corset. It was sitting in a puddle, and she groaned. Damnit, I liked that top. All things considered, a damaged top was a small price to pay for her stupidity. Her White Knight was stepping closer, and she rolled her eyes at the shop comment. A hand reached out for her, and Leona reached for it, shifting her weight and leaning forward as she prepared to get up. The sudden cursing from him made her freeze. Of all the hotties I could have saved tonight, it had to be a fucking hunter. Oh come on! The quiet, near-silent approach, the easily dispatched bodies. Not to mention all the fucking blood. She groaned, understanding his reaction because she was feeling the exact same thing. She wasn't supposed to have to deal with bloody vampires until the fall. Straightening back up just in time to see his hand drop away like he'd been stung, she looked up past him, glaring at the twinkling North Star. "That's the last time I wish on a sodding star," she muttered bitterly, lowering her eyes to regard the asshole making demands of her. The charming act was gone, and her lip curled when he clicked his fingers at her. Definitely a fucking vampire. Anger gave way to disbelief as he expected her to pick up her broken top from the puddle and put it on. She eyed his leather jacket, resisting the urge to roll her eyes again. Someone had been watching too much Blade and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. He was a walking cliche stalking through the night, saving, how had he put it, 'topless mademoiselles'. His hand reached for her, angled towards her cheek, fingers catching her flesh before she could pull away. Normally, she hated offering her family name, the weight of history and legacy dragging her down. This time, however, she looked him directly in the eyes, not bothering to move away from his hand. He'd do that for her in just a second. "Hawthorne," she replied, eyes glinting with dark humour. Yes, my ancestor killed you fuckers, the look said. Her eyes flicked to the muddied corset, "And that isn't going to do much considering that asshole cut the strings." A pause. Thanks for letting him go, by the way," she added sarcastically.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

❝And that isn't going to do much considering that asshole cut the strings.❞​ Samuel shrugged. The locks of hair shifted in the dim city light, highlighting the sharp lines of his face. In a very infuriating way, remind the girl how handsome her 'saviour' was. He either ignored the sarcasm or didn't notice it in the girl's voice in the first place. “Technically, we shouldn't leave witnesses. But fines are cheaper than cleanup fees.” The vampire stated simply, with an attitude of a financial advisor deciding whether a company should comply with the laws of the land, or just add fines into the cost-benefit analysis. "Also, maybe he'll attack another hottie next week.” Samuel continued, glancing left as if he was trying to figure out how many days it would take a chav like that to get over the trauma of losing his buddies. “And I’ll have another hottie to save.” His palm cupped Leona's cheek with surprising care. “I like to think strategically.” He added and let the corners of his lips spread in an aggravatingly attractive smile. As if he had some timer running, he relaxed the wrist and let the hand fall from her cheek, just a fraction of a second before she would leave, and maybe right at the time, when the half-naked girl might consider missing a hand of a strong man on her cheek. It's not that bad to have your cheek cupped by a predator who seems to be on your side. For a little while. The hand that had just caressed her cheek now traced the buttons of his black shirt. “String cut” He repeated after the girl, “You do look.” His hand lifted gracefully from the buttons, drawing a slow circle in the air toward her. “You have this curious desperation about you. Like you really tried to get fucked tonight, but all the boys you liked already had…” He smiled, the kind of smile a man wears when he knows the punchline will land.” Boys already had girls better, prettier, and more interesting than you.” He said, and without waiting for her reaction, stood up. He knew her reaction. “I could part with my.” The very hand that clicked fingers, cupped her cheek, and made that gesture came back to trace buttons on his shirt. “With my Marino wool shirt in exchange for a quick blowie?” The man, with a puddle of blood and two corpses on each side of him in the background, said. “Or if you are still desperate, I could-” He pushed the tongue against the inner cheek and flicked it across with a popping sound, “-fuck you against the wall, if you need a bone.” He finished the sentence. Frankly speaking, he didn't expect the girl to agree. But there were no bad outcomes. She could slap him, and he would have an excuse to grope her. Or she could act all indignant, and walk topless, and he could follow her and enjoy the show. Or she could blow him. Either way, the next ten to twenty minutes promised to be entertaining. Without waiting for her answer, he proceeded to unbutton his shirt. Giving a girl who was almost raped less than a minute ago a view of his ridiculously chiselled abdomen. The kind of stomach that a young woman could just grind her face against with a silly smile and zero regrets. And then his fingers started to reveal his maddening pectorals. “What will it be, love?”

 

[Amberyn]

Leona blinked back surprise when he shrugged. Her name didn't even make a dent, or maybe this dude wasn't high in the pecking order. He certainly had a distinct lack of brains, probably from one of the lower clans. That would explain why he was out here being a pain in her ass instead of doing whatever it is that vampires did. Why were the pretty ones always so dumb? The thought came out of nowhere, and in a flash, she buried it deep. Nope. Not crushing on a bloodsucker. Thankfully, at that point, he deigned to speak, and she cast a disbelieving glance at the bodies. He did realise he wasn't making sense, right? Keep one alive because it costs more... good lord, vampires were fucked in the head. Point in case. He left one alive just so he could play the hero again. She stiffened as he held her cheek, that smile making her tingle. Get a grip, Lee. If this was how one vampire was making her feel, then she was in trouble. It became much easier to focus when he wasn't touching her, especially when he followed up with that. "Fuck-" her voice faltered for just a second, hastily changing the 'you' to something that didn't play into his hands; "Off." Anger simmered in her icy gaze, her arms shifting into a more defensive position, and she hugged them to her chest to hide her nakedness. He was too close to the truth for her liking, making her narrow her eyes in suspicion. Did he just happen to come upon her, or had he followed her from the club? It wouldn't have been hard for a vampire to hear the harsh words whispered to her. The ones Connor had uttered when he dumped her, telling her that it wasn't going to work out. That he had met someone at university. Leona had accepted it, wished him well and fled to the bathroom. It wasn't heartbreak, it was shock. She'd planned to dump him soon anyway, and had been putting it off until the last moment. Not wanting to accept another choice being ripped from her. It only got worse when, upon leaving the bathroom, she saw him dancing with another girl, his tongue down her throat. She had stared at them until they broke apart, the girl meeting her eyes. A gloating look on her face, clear from the other side of the dancefloor. Hence, the abrupt exit sans jacket, and apparently, common sense. This bastard either knew what went down or was too good at reading people. It wasn't difficult to read his intent as he toyed with his buttons, prattling on about his expensive wool shirt and... what did he just say?! Her face warmed when she realised where he was going, her body jerking at the popping sound. Intently aware that she was still on her knees in front of him, Leona carefully adjusted herself, one arm remaining in place to offer some dignity, not that he hadn't gotten an eyeful already...her other hand groped at the wall behind her, using it to help herself rise to her feet. He was already unbuttoning his shirt like it was a forgone conclusion that this was happening. Well, he did just save her, didn't he deserve a reward? The voice purred in her mind, and Leona was lost in a fog of desire, eyes fixed on the flesh being revealed bit by bit. She bit her cheek, and the pain brought her back to herself. He wouldn't even be the first one-night stand she'd ever had, nor the first tryst in a dark alley. The last year had been a whirlwind of debauchery-filled rebellion. Her body, her choice, and as gorgeous as the dark-haired prick before her was, she was not letting a vampire touch her. Not until she had no choice. "You're not allowed to touch me," she pointed out, chin lifting defiantly. He should know this, well, know that he wasn't allowed to feed from her. He was a bit dense, and she was quite happy to use that to her advantage. The ink on her back might as well have been a target; it said clearly that she was theirs, and her mother had warned her to be careful. That it had been known for some vampires to get a jump on the competition in those weeks before the start of term. Is that what this was? It seemed like a bit of a clumsy attempt. With a sigh, she stepped away from the wall, turning her back on him. She made her way over to her corset, wincing as she saw the extent of the damage. Squatting down with care, she fished it out of the puddle and examined it. Maybe she could make it work? Better that than blow a bloodsucking leech. If not... "Or," she said, rising back to her feet with the remnants of the corset hanging gingerly from one finger, turning back to face him, "You could give me your ridiculously expensive shirt, and you won't need to explain to the clan elders why you let one of their precious hunters get picked up by the police for public indecency right before the start of her first year."

 

[Dr Bellwright]

❝You could give me your ridiculously expensive shirt, and you won't need to explain to the clan elders why you let one of their precious hunters get picked up by the police for public indecency right before the start of her first year.❞​ ‘That ungrateful bitch’ The thought rushed through Samuel's mind. His mouth opened instinctively, his fangs extended with an audible click, and the fury filled his eyes. But the man knew that he would look ridiculous if he didn't finish unbuttoning his shirt, and it was too expensive to risk ripping. So he calmly unbuttoned the last collar button, and only then growled at the girl. His entire body tilted forward, but he made no step towards the girl as he spoke. “I did not touch you. I saved you, Hawthorne. I did not walk in the night dressed like.” He waved with his palm in her direction. “Begging to be groped. And don't give me that sex positive shit.” He didn't bother finishing the point; instead, he resumed the tirade. “And you dare threaten me? To get my shirt for nothing?” He suddenly went silent, motionless. Something about this girl just drives me so insanely…furious. And then a thought appeared. And achingly worked up. Something flashed in his eyes, and then a rush of air slammed into Leone's entire body. The puddle where the girl had just picked up her ruined corset from splashed from the force of the gust. Samuel was suddenly right in front of her. One moment he stood next to the wall, and then he was less than an inch away. His naked core, right next to hers. His chiselled pecs were practically millimetres away from her chest. His arm moved as quickly as he did. One moment it was just hanging there by his side, the next it was around her neck. "You think you can threaten me?" The vampire spoke through clenched teeth, the scent of his blood would fill her nostrils as his fangs pierced his lower lip. "Answer me, Hawthorne!" He spat the words at her. The drops of spit, blood, and anger landed on her from the way he threw each word at her, which could have hinted that maybe he did recognise her name, just didn't show, or care, given the current circumstances. Not that Leone would care about details like that. Especially considering that the vampire proceeded to lift the girl up from the ground, until her boots no longer touched the ground. He felt her hands flail against him, scratching, hitting, and punching. Each punch, each scratch made his snarl angrier and wider, until the floor stopped being a floor. The vampire hurled her to the ground. She hit the asphalt hard, bare skin dragging across it as momentum scraped fire into her back. Before she could regroup, he was on top of her, moving just as fast as before. No more of that millimetre-away bullshit. Slamming against her torso. His hard muscles pressed against her tits. The hard edges of sculpted muscles driving into her. His body drove her flat against the ground. "Ungrateful." He continued to ignore the way she tried to hit him, her nails that tried and sometimes succeeded at piercing his skin. Ignored at least for a time. "Whore." His fingers coiled around Leone's wrists. He dragged her hands against the cold asphalt above her head. "Something about you just makes me want to." He didn't need to finish the sentence. Just like he did not need to think, to have his knee push between her legs, and have his muscle press right between her thighs and against the apex of her thighs. He did notice something else, though. "Why is your cunt so warm?" The vampire whispered smugly, demonstratively rubbing his thigh muscle between her thighs. "I can feel your excitement right through those shorts." The predator on top of her said. His lips parted, and the tip of his tongue touched the corner of her lips, somehow keeping the satisfied smile on his face, as if he wanted to do something else, when he stopped. "Are you under a spell?" He asked, his voice tense and crisp all of a sudden. It was wrong. Not that he would admit it. Especially not to her. This girl awakened something in him. Predatory and primal. Something that he tried to control in himself. The pressure on her wrists relaxed, and Samuel rolled off the girl and quickly rose to his feet, removing his leather coat, followed by the shirt itself. He held out the shirt. "Don't dry clean it, return it to me when we see each other at the University. Hawthorne." He waited for her to grab the shirt, and before he released his grip, he added. "Try to learn some manners."

 

[Amberyn]

All she could hear was her heartbeat, blood rushing in her ears, pale eyes fixed on the teeth that had just lowered. A small part of her wanted to roll her eyes at the overdramatic sound that accompanied their appearance. Wisely, her self-preservation overruled that notion, and Leona willed herself not to move when he leaned closer. The flash of his toned abdomen begged her attention, and she ignored it, focusing on his face. She didn't hide her contempt at the claim of saving her, scoffing loudly. He truly was delusional, and not above victim shaming, it seemed. Ignoring that little voice that whispered about him being right, she unconsciously changed the grip on her corset, scrunching it in her hand, taking her fury out on the material. She was so pissed off that she was close to shaking, and his disgust at being threatened by her, by her expecting him to do the right thing, was the last straw. Before she could give him a piece of mind, something changed in him. Oh fuck. There was no time to run, no time to scream. The corset fell from her fingers, fluttering back into the muddy water. In an instant, he was in front of her, his hand seizing her throat. The metallic scent of blood was so close that she thought it was her own until she saw the well of blood on his lip. He was that close, too close, and she was no longer trying to hide her nakedness from him. Both hands reached for his wrist, trembling fingers wrapping around it, eyes never leaving him. It did absolutely nothing, and she flinched from the bloody spittle that hit her face. That was the second time he had said her name. She didn't know how much of the vitriol in his voice was due to her or her family's legacy. It didn't matter, especially not when she felt his grip tighten, her bare back scraping against the brickwork. That pain was nothing compared to the vice around her throat, and Leona's response was to kick, punch, claw, anything she could do to make him release her. It was a pathetic display, a hunter who didn't know how to fight. Exactly what the vampire clans liked. Helpless until they were in their clutches, taught only what they wanted. That was if she even made it that far. Abruptly, her hands fell away, her body stilling, anger retreating in the face of defeat and something else. Acceptance. Do it, she willed him. He could snap her neck like a twig with one twitch of his fingers, squeeze the life from her before she could blink. Don't make me go to the Academy, she had begged the stars, and here he was, saving her from that fate. The universe was not done with her yet. It laughed, spitting in the face of her desire to be done with it all. One moment she was pressed against the wall, the next she was sailing through the air, hitting the ground with a loud thud. Dazed, she didn't get a chance to check for injuries before he was on her. Instinct took over, her body attempting to throw him off. Even without his supernatural strength, she would have struggled to move him. He was heavier, faster, and those muscles weren't for show. He clearly knew how to use them, and her breath came out in a hiss of pain when he pressed her into the ground. "Get the fuck off me," she raged, the words coming out more like a whimper. Her back was scratched to shit, and she could feel the warm sting of open grazes. He was bleeding as well, her nails scoring a few hits, opening up small wounds on his arms. That pissed him off even more, and he dragged her arms above her head, pinning her wrists in place. A belated weak kick of her legs at being called a whore, and then she stilled. Something about you just makes me want to. The fire that roared to life in her was all-consuming. His knee pushed between her legs, and they fell away, spreading willingly to give him room to press himself against her. There was no flush of shame at the smug whisper, her hips shifting beneath him, desperate to feel more, to grind harder against his thigh. They were in the middle of a road in the dead of night, a pile of bloody corpses a few feet away, and she did not give a damn. Not about the fact that it was a vampire on top of her, or the fact that her bloody back was like a siren song to his kind. She was throbbing with need, eyes pleading for him to do something, anything, about it. His tongue touched her lips, her body surging forward, straining against his hold to taste him. Then just like that, he stopped, his entire demeanour changing in an instant. Confused, she stared at him and watched with a new kind of dread as he released her, rolling to his feet. What the fuck. Dumbly, she lifted herself up, sitting there while he started to take his jacket off. What was it he'd said? Something about a spell? Frowning, confusion brought about chilling clarity, her head clearing. What the fuck was wrong with her? This was reckless even for her. She ignored the lance of pain when she stood up, reaching a hand around to rub her lower back. She did not look forward to explaining to her mum why she was covered in bruises and scrapes. He was holding his shirt out to her now, and she eyed it with newfound distaste. Or why she was coming home wearing a man's expensive shirt. She reached for it, having no other option, freezing as her fingers touched the soft material. Oh, c'mon, she snarled wordlessly. It should have occurred to her that there was a possibility he was a student. In fairness, from what she knew, vampires always looked young and beautiful. One of the things that pop culture got correct. It was tempting to yank the shirt from his fingers. University. No, it wasn't university. That was where her friends had been for the last year, living it up and having the time of their lives. She refused to call that place a university. It was a prison, a place she would be forced to attend for the next three years, entirely dependent on the vampires that ran it during her first year. Then her life was handed over to a clan, willingly, of course, because the bloodsuckers just loved rubbing it in how helpless the hunters were now. Hundreds of years had passed, and they still held a grudge. No, she would never view that place as a university. Gently taking his shirt from him, she turned her back on him and started to slide it on. It was so soft, brushing over her wounds without adding to her pain. A slight stiffening of her back marked the landing of his remark. Her fingers shook as she tried to do up the buttons. She got about halfway before realising how big it was on her, her fingers going back to the top few buttons to undo them again. Taking hold of the bottom of his shirt, she lifted it up and pulled it through the neckline, twisting it down and under to make a makeshift knot. There was plenty of fabric to cover her, the 'knot' resting just above the waist of her shorts. She should probably thank him. Probably. The shame of his rejection was still too raw, and a sliver of metal caught the light: her bank card. Oh, thank god. Leona wasn't getting far without it; her Oyster card was in her jacket back at the club. Picking it up, she straightened, pausing before offering him one last thing. "Leona," she muttered quietly, "My name is Leona. Not Hawthorne." She didn't know why she needed him to know that. She didn't try to decipher it, walking back the way she came in search of her phone. It felt like an age since it had gone flying, and she was surprised to find it in fairly good condition. The case had taken the brunt, and she let the cracked pieces fall away as she turned it over in her hands. A large crack through the screen, but she'd seen worse, and she could see the notifications. A bunch of messages from her bestie, Donna, saying she'd heard about Connor, and one from her mum. Ignoring Donna's messages, she pulled up her mum's and was relieved to read that she wasn't home. Wouldn't be for a few days. Now that both she and her brother were out of the house, her mother was expected to resume her duties to her clan. They'd made her jump through hoops, naturally, an 'interview' which was essentially them making her prove her worth. The message confirmed that she'd been accepted into some sort of training program - not at the Academy, private training for her clan's fighters - and it was starting sooner than expected. Her mum assured her she would be back to see her off. A new quiet settled over her, the vampire behind her forgotten as she started walking away. Google Maps told her that she was closer to the club than she expected; she must have got turned around. Thirty minutes had passed, which put the night bus back on the table. The last thing she wanted was to get trapped in an empty underground station. Off she went, dark thoughts weighing her down.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Samuel put his leather coat back on, watching the twice-assaulted girl with a corner of his eye. He watched her put his shirt on; it made the situation a little more bearable. The shirt covered the numerous scratches on her back. He could still smell her blood, but it was muted now. The shirt is now marked by her. Her blood will seep into the fabric. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. He waited for a girl to dust off her phone. She was surprisingly comfortable around him. She checked her cards, too. He used the moment to notice her boots for the first time. He had no complaints about the rest of her wardrobe choices either, but boots drew his attention in this absurd situation. She checked her belongings, and he watched her walk off before he pulled three plastic bags of cocaine out of the pocket of his coat. He couldn't help but follow her footsteps. Those boots are adorable. He registered another thought as he pulled and ripped one of the bugs and sprayed the white powder over the bodies. Then he threw a bag on each of the corpses. Drug deal gone wrong: two chavs got their throats sliced. Knife epidemic and all that. What the fuck happened to you, man?! Why did he lose his cool? Attack a hunter, risk the reputation of his clan? Not to mention the whole rape thing. He didn't need to force himself onto anyone. He was Samuel of Clan Veszteség. Girls begged him to suck his dick; he did not need to resort to that. Not to mention, the whole experience of being a vampire in the twenty-first century was a little bit of a giant contradiction. They were the apex predators, yet the ones with rules, etiquette and policies. They were the responsible killers. Responsible. He pulled his palms into fists; he could still feel the way she struggled against him. Somehow, with the sensation of holding onto her wrists, his hand trailed along his torso; he could still feel her rock-hard nipples drag across his body. Shit. Get a grip on yourself. Samuel reminded himself and stalked off. "My name is Theodor Sanizal." The man said, "This is my protégé, Anastasia Kowalsky." The man was walking between two rows of young men and women. Four humans on one side and six vampires on the other. "Tonight, we will decide who." The smile that was on his face as he spoke was audible. "Belongs to who?" His attention shifted across the line of humans. "Humans die. Humans forget." Theodor said this, and Anastasia repeated it in unison. "So we repeat the ritual every year to make sure every single generation remembers. We ensure peace between species." Theodor said. The smiles on the faces of the vampire students. Three young men and women didn't exactly communicate peace. They seemed to be more interested in different concepts. Like hunger, lust, and good old fun. This particular ritual was among the few rituals which essentially legalised vampire-on-human hunts. Something the bloodsuckers adored. "What about our rooms?" The vampire girl raised her hand, and Theodor sighed. "The normal orientation will begin tomorrow morning. The hunter-offspring." The master of the ritual made another sweeping gesture at Leona and the rest. "And the vampires chosen to own them." Anastasia's face grimaced for a moment, but Theodor didn't notice the slip. "Arrive a night before to be assigned into pairs. You will be assigned your rooms and classes tomorrow. Pay attention." Theodor said he pulled the ceremonial knife out of his sleeve and walked behind the row of humans. Samuel wasn't sure if it was fortunate or unfortunate, but he stood on the opposite end of Leona. Dressed in the very same black leather coat but this time with a red shirt, he watched the master of the ceremony draw blood from each student, and Anastasia pad it in the cloth. The smell of fresh blood from numerous young students enveloped him, and he heard a couple of vampires growl in anticipation. "You may run." Theodor said and took the cloths from Anastasia. "You will each have three seconds with the cloth. Then, you will find the hunter, whose blood made the strongest impression on you." Theodor's words were accompanied by a sound of heavy breathing and boots on gravel. Somehow, Samuel knew that he wouldn't be the only one after Leona. Somehow, he could smell her particular scent evenfrom feet away. Somehow, he could taste her lips on the tip of his tongue. Shit.

 

[Amberyn]

The 1st of September arrived at last. The knock at the door came at the exact hour noted in her welcoming letter. Her mother opened the door to reveal two hunters, exchanging a nod with them. They both wore formal clothing, black leather pants with a backless silk blouse for the woman and a leather harness for the man, their completed hunter's marks visible. In comparison, her mother wore a knitted jumper and worn jeans, a picturesque image of motherhood, compared to the two warriors. Even in the softer clothes, Leona could see the coiled tension of a warrior, and she didn't miss the look that passed between her mum and the female hunter. A mother handing her second child over to an institution built on the blood of their ancestors. The acknowledgement from a friend that she would see it done. It was not a kindness to send hunters to seize their children. It was strategic, ensuring that the hunters never forgot their place, never forgot who they belonged to the moment they were born. Leona hugged her mother, both stiff in each other's arms. She had never been close to her mother, and it was only now that she understood why. It was easier to keep her children at arm's length, and while Leona felt a dull ache of pain from separation, it wasn't all-consuming. Not like the pain felt when her brother left. Thirteen and innocent, she had not understood why he had to go, why he pried her fingers away from him with a cold look, already shutting her out. It was weeks before her mother could coax her out of her room, finally telling her the truth of who they were, what they were. That was six years ago, and as she followed in his footsteps, she wondered if Kyler had felt the way she did now. Barely contained anger simmering beneath the surface at the injustice, at being taken away from all they ever knew, to be inserted into a system that would demand everything from them. She had no idea where her brother was, whether he was thinking of her on this day or if he had forgotten all about her. He was alive, she knew, only because no death notification had been received. Unlike her father, who had been cut down in service to the clans when she was five and Kyler eleven. One bag accompanied her, placed in the boot, and then the car was moving. She didn't look back, burying her head in her phone, finding a game to while away the hours. Four hours until she arrived at the Peak District, at Thornmere University, her home for the next four years. Other than to inform her when they would be stopping for bathroom breaks and refreshments, the other two hunters left her to it. She was glad for the silence, not sure if she could handle making conversation just now. Every so often, her fingers skimmed over the Instagram icon on her phone. Every time she avoided it until a few hours in, she deleted it. Other social media accounts followed. Her contacts and texts were next. The hardest thing was the photos. Years of memories, and she felt tears prickle. Wiping furiously, she caught the male guard looking at her in the mirror, with an understanding expression, before leaving her to the privacy of her pain. She kept some of them, refusing to purge everything from her life. The closer they got to the University, the more antsy she became, her thoughts turning darker and inevitably to her dark-haired white knight. 'Hers,' she scoffed, he wasn't her anything. He would be there, and she'd gotten his damned shirt dry-cleaned, although she had dumped it in the washing machine first before rescuing it. Hunters lived on a stipend from their clan, but still, she had winced when the cleaners told her how much it would cost to clean her blood out of his shirt. Would he seek her out to demand it back, or would she have to find him? That was just one of many scenarios that had lived rent-free in her mind for the last few weeks. Her mother's absence allowed her to heal from her wounds, the bruises fading into memories. Leona had tried to distract herself from the memory of him, the feel of his body pressed against her. He had tried to rape her, and yet her dreams were filled with him not stopping, with him burying himself inside her. After waking up with his name on her lips, she'd remembered his introduction later that night, after the adrenaline wore off, she had sought pleasure in others. No man could compare, and while the women were enjoyable, it left her feeling hollow. The closer she got to the 1st of September, the more withdrawn she got. Her mum had said nothing, just as she'd done about the late nights. There was an unspoken understanding between them. Donna was obsessed with Grease; her theatre group was putting it on in the new term, and she kept singing the songs. The girl could sing, but there were only so many times that Leona could handle hearing 'Summer Lovin' before she snapped. It was easier to let her friends remain angry with her, to let the messages trail off into nothing. The rest of the drive was gone in the blink of an eye, her escort leaving her in a large courtyard where more staff took over. Her bag was taken from her, as were her electronics, and she was reminded of the rules for hunter offspring. Both would be searched, the latter tagged with technomancy. One of the other hunters, a boy, had looked distinctly uncomfortable at the thought of someone rifling through his belongings but wisely kept his mouth shut. Leona didn't care; she just hoped they didn't mess with her music. She was shown to a small room and handed a package, ordered to change. The contents were hardly a surprise: a pair of black leather pants and a matching halterneck top. Black leather seemed to be the vampire clans default choice for hunters; easy to wipe blood off. A human servant and a hunter were waiting for her when she was done, the servant taking the bundle of clothes and disappearing. Leona had tried not to stare at the multiple bites dotted along the woman's neck. Led outside to the gardens, she was directed to line up alongside three other hunters. He was there, at the end of the row of vampires, her eyes instantly drawn to him. That was the only glance Leona allowed herself, relieved that he was at the other end of the line of vampires. If Samuel recognised her, he didn't show it. It looked like she was the last to arrive, and it soon became clear that they weren't just gathered there to meet their fellow students. She made herself pay attention to the vampire, Theodor Sanizal, one of the faculty she assumed, keeping her face neutral when he announced the purpose of their gathering. The young man standing next to her stiffened at the mention of belonging, his fingers curling into a fist. Thoughts of Samuel surfaced and were ruthlessly pushed away, her mind turning to her fellow hunters instead. None of them knew each other. They could be standing next to cousins, and they would never know. The young woman standing just down to her had auburn hair; she might have been related to Leona, might not. She fought not to laugh out loud when the vampire spoke of peace. What a joke. Someone asked about rooms, and she was looking towards the female vampire that asked before she could stop herself. It gave her a full view of the two rows, four hunters on one side and six vampires on the other. You didn't need to be good at maths to know that the numbers did not add up. There was an equal number of genders on both sides, and her position at the end offered her a good view of them all. The vampires were eager for the ritual to start. A blonde male caught her eye, giving her body a slow, purposeful look over. She tore her gaze away, her own hands clenching into fists as Theodor answered the question, explaining how rooms would work. Theodor walked behind them, turning at the end to stand in front of Leona. A ceremonial knife appeared, and her teeth clenched as he gestured for her hand. Everything screamed at her not to do it, but she would rather offer it than have him force her. The knife pressed into her palm, a sharp sting making her hiss as her blood welled up. His protege dabbed at it with a cloth and then moved on. The wound was small but stung like a motherfucker, and the thought of having an open wound near vampires was terrifying. She closed her fingers over her palm, pressing them to the cut to staunch the blood. "You may run."​ It was said so casually, and it took a few seconds for the command to register. Leona wasn't sure who moved first, her or the boy next to her. They flew towards the opening in front of them, neither looking at the other as they split up. As a child, she was forbidden to learn how to defend herself. Sports, however, were fair game, a part of the national curriculum. They couldn't stop her from honing her body, from building muscles built for speed and agility. Running had come naturally to Leona, perhaps because she knew instinctively that she was prey; she would always be prey. They had been released into some sort of maze, the leafy walls rising well over her head. She made several sharp turns, her ankles threatening to give way as she slid around corner after corner. It wasn't a pace she could keep up forever, and she slowed to a jog, lifting her bleeding palm up. The cut had stopped bleeding, but blood was smeared across her palm and on her fingertips. There was only one way to get rid of it, and she slowed to a walk, bringing her palm to her lips to clean the blood from her flesh.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"You smell like rare porterhouse for breakfast, darling." The feminine Mayfair-esque accent broke the otherwise calm sound of Leona's stealth. Only a moment ago, the only sound in existence was somebody else's attempts at sneaking around, and now she was found out. The young vampire student walked out of the shadows with a smile that could only be described as creepy. "Are you one of those fruit-only vegans?" She lifted her exquisitely manicured finger, as if to stop her. "No, no, don't tell me." The cost of the manicure probably exceeded Leona's monthly spend. Fucking vampires. "You only eat babies? You…" She leaned in, craning her neck and made a demonstratively loud sniff. "…I will do things to you. Your blood is like spring water dosed in roses and children's tears." The vampress said, her lips parting, baring her fangs, her fingers tensed as she prepared to jump, but then she simply sighed and exclaimed, "FUCK." "You are a marvellous amalgam of posh, high-tech titties, and pedobear Margaret." A male voice announced its presence from behind. The comment summoned the growl from the young woman, and instead of jumping on Leona, the brunette hissed at the newcomer, but quickly regained her composure. Straightening up, she winked at the man. "It's good that you stick to what works. The only way a woman would talk to you is if you sneak up on one. Zachary," Margaret responded, putting all the disdain she could into his name and took a step towards Leona. "You need to spend less time on spying on me and more time on trying to fuck your uncle." He openly pointed at Margo's body. "Plastic surgeries are only going to become more and more expensive, love." Zachary answered, making a step towards Leona. "You fucking saggy cunts." Now that voice our heroine could recognise. Samuel jumped over the wall of the hedgemaze and landed on the gravel. Kicking up dust in the light of the moon. Somehow, he already had his thumbs in the pockets of his trousers, did he jump like that? "I wanted to show off my strategic thinking to the girl over there." He lifted his eyebrows at Leona, as if he had never met her. "But you morons forgot that this is the night when we claim hunters, not the audition for Big Brother." He tilted to the side, just like he did that summer night. "Hey there, lass." Long a. Hissing s. "Let me deal with those two, and we can discuss your top after. I thought one of them would have ovaries or balls to start." The smug smile with a note of sadness. All three vampires bared their teeth. Ten Minutes Earlier The humans run. They waited for Theodor's command, but he wasn't quick to issue it. The master of the ritual simply stood there, looking at hungry, anxious, eager vampires. Each one of them wanted to ask "when", yet didn't want to look desperate. "At least two of you will walk away without a claim today. I could say – don't worry, this says nothing about you, will not reflect on your future." Theodor paused; he visibly enjoyed letting the smile on his face spread. "But it will. People will know you are the losers. They will remember. You will spend dozens of years proving yourselves to the clans." Another pause, and he waved his hand. "Don't fuck up. Don't kill each other, or you will be ejected. Go." Two minutes ago Stop thinking about her. Stop. Think about Jessica. Jessica was the one who was recommended…who was appointed to him by his aunt. Not a real aunt. Clan aunt, but nevertheless, the matriarch. Jessica was somebody she vetted, and more importantly, she was from the clan of hunters that she wanted to have more influence on. Instead, the only blood he could smell was Leona's. You have clan obligations. He tried to remind himself, but every reminder just made the desire this much stronger. He swallowed, remembering the taste of her lips on his tongue. He felt his pecs tense as the visceral memory of her bare chest against his. Shit. He heard voices on the other side of the wall, and he knew exactly who they were talking about. He could fucking smell her. I should wait. Let them fight each other, then finish off the tired victor. That was a solid plan, but his mind dismissed it immediately. They could hear her as they dealt with each other. The smart plan was thrown into the rubbish bin. "Fuck." He sighed and jumped. Now Zachary, with fangs bared and a growl escaping his lungs, dashed towards Leona. Samuel was on the way to intercept when he felt something smash hard into his side. "Margo." He roared the name of the vampire who threw him to the ground. He managed to grab her wrist and use the momentum she imparted onto him to throw her towards the wall. Pity it wasn't a stone wall. Margareth crashed clean through the wall, and Samuel almost expected to see a silhouette imprinted there like something out of a cartoon. But his eyes didn't linger; he turned his attention to Zachary, and she managed to grab Leona's ankle. "She is mine." Samuel made a step towards them when Margo flew out of the hedge and slammed into his side again.

 

[Amberyn]

She turned a corner and walked straight into a dead end. "Shit," she muttered, closing her mouth quickly. Retracing her steps, she eyed the walls of the maze. She paused for a moment, hearing the sound of something nearby and dismissing it; another hunter. No vampire would make that much noise. Leona didn't know the others nearly well enough to recognise them by the shuffle of their feet or gasping breaths. Whoever it was was panicking, and she felt sick to her stomach when she thought of them as a good distraction. Less than an hour in this place, and she was already starting to think like one of them. Leona was pretty sure she jumped a foot in the air when that voice came out of nowhere. Fucking vampires, she cursed, whirling to face the newcomer. If she were honest, she was a little disappointed that it wasn't him. Ok, maybe a lot disappointed. She wasn't sure what was more disturbing, the woman in general or the way she was monologuing about Leona's eating habits. If the vampire was paying attention, she might have noticed Leona bristle at the vegan comment. Her jaw dropped at the 'babies' comment, her throat tightening at the thought of this crazy bint tasting her. She might have great taste in nails, but there was no way in hell Leona was letting her get those claws into her. It has to be willingly given. She clung to that thought, but it didn't mean much as she watched the female bare her fangs, telegraphing her attack. There were a lot of ways to break someone, and Leona was outmatched with a dead end behind her. She blinked with surprise when the attack never came, the female sighing a curse vehemently. Oh come on! Leona had to give it to the blonde newcomer; he delivered the line beautifully, saving her ass from Margaret. But FUCK indeed. Two vampires were bad... and neither of them was Samuel. Nipping that thought in the bud, Leona raised an eyebrow as Margaret gave as good right back at Zachery. She choked back a laugh. This would be entertaining if it weren't for the two of them looking at her like she was dinner. At her side, her own fingers tensed. After the incident a few weeks back, Leona had started reshaping her nails. It took a while for her to get used to the stiletto style, and she may have sliced herself on her own nails a few times, but the result was a set of weapons at her fingertips. She'd used every hard-as-diamond growth serum she could get her hands on. Unlike Margaret's, there was no extravagant design on them. The last thing Leona wanted to do was draw attention to them, opting for a nude shade that offered protection. Both vampires had taken a step towards her, and still she said nothing. Let them think she was afraid of them. That went out of the window when a familiar voice rang out, her eyes instantly drawn to the form that leapt over the wall like it was nothing. He acted like he didn't recognise her, and she felt anger rise up, not at that. At the fact that he had let her assume he was a nobody when clearly he wasn't. Six vampires chosen for this fucked up little ritual. In their world, only one thing mattered: power. Leona knew with certainty that the three vampires in front of her were from the most powerful clans. Clans that neither her mother nor brother belonged to. The bond of family had been their undoing centuries ago, and they weren't foolish enough to let it happen again. Samuel threw some more of that infuriating bravado her way again, acting like a one-man show rescuing the damsel in distress. Then he tilted his head, the exact same way he'd done that night. "Hey there, lass."​ Those three words were just for her. A reminder that he knew who she was. Leona lifted her chin a little, a tiny acknowledgement. Between him and manic goth barbie and the blonde creep, Samuel was the better choice, and that was saying something. Of course, the bastard had to ruin it. Her scowl was immediate, hearing the double meaning behind his comment. She tried to fight the memory that assaulted her. The feel of his body pressing hers into the ground, his fingers around her wrists holding them pinned above her head. It was a relief when the action started. The blonde made the first move, heading directly for her, and she stumbled back a few paces. That same old feeling of being vulnerable came rushing back, her eyes barely able to keep track of what happened next. One minute, Samuel was standing between her and the other vampires, the next he was recovering from whatever Mararet - Margo - had done. She was gone in a crash of branches, leaving a gap in the hedge. A new way out, Leona realised with renewed hope. She took a step towards it, yelping when a hand wrapped around her ankle. Snatching her ankle away went as well as expected, the vampire's grip tightening as she struggled. "She is mine."​ The hand froze, still shackling her in place, but no longer trying to pull her off balance. Samuel's declaration had stunned them both, and Leona lifted her head to look at him just in time to see Margo barge into him. Zachary gave out a low chuckle, yanking hard and pulling Leona off her feet. She managed to twist mid-fall, turning her back on him, her front hitting the path, neck snapping to the side instinctively. Her loud oft of pain was ignored by the vampire, who wasted no time in pinning her in place. "Really Veszteség?" Zachary inquired in a smug tone that said he knew more than he should, head turning to watch the other two grapple, "Shouldn't you be chasing the little fox like a good little boy? Wouldn't want to upset dear auntie. What was her name... Jasmine? Jennifer?" He tutted, his grin growing, "Jessica, that was it!" Leona was still beneath him, her mind reeling from the mountain of information Zachary had just thrown out casually. Her shock seemed to be lost on him, his attention purely on Samuel. Samuel, who was a Veszteség. Not for the first time did Leona wonder what the hell she had done to piss off the universe. Her attention was drawn back to Zachary, who was straddling her calves while one hand on her back held her in place. His other hand ran up the back of one of her legs, inching upwards, and she squirmed beneath him, clawing at the ground to get away from him. "Why don't you leave the big game to someone who can handle it?" With that, he dismissed the two vampires, leaving Margo to take care of Samuel. Zachary had more important things to think about. His hand travelled up to her leather-clad ass, giving it a tight squeeze with a hum of satisfaction. Yes, he was going to enjoy breaking this one. Fuck, no. This was not happening again. Leona winced when he grabbed her ass, gathering her arms beneath her in another attempt to push him off. "Get off me, you fucking prick," she snarled, drawing a mocking chuckle from him as he held her easily. Something drew his attention, and she took advantage of the slight change in pressure. It was enough to let her twist onto her side, her hand lashing out and connecting. He let out a yowl as her nails slashed his cheek, before he recovered and slammed her back down into the dirt. She tasted dirt and spat it out. "Fucking bitch," he muttered, and Leona froze at the sound of his belt rattling, "You'll pay for that." Panic soared through her, and she put everything into her struggles. The swift way he captured her wrists in his, forcing them together, spoke to how many times Zachary had done this before. The smug, cheeky vampire was replaced with that of a predator as he tightened the belt around her clasped wrists before dragging up one ankle and then the other. He smacked her ass, leaning close to whisper in her ear. "Hang tight, I'll be back for you." Easing off her, he left her hogtied on the path as he returned to the fight.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Samuel felt Margo’s fangs sink into his neck. The girl strangled him from behind when he tried to shake her off and go for Zach, to shake him off, Leona. That plan didn’t exactly work; now he had a bloodsucker on his back. “Arrgh.” The young vampire growled, his eyes fixated on Zachary’s manhandling of Leona’s ass. He took another step towards Zach and Leona with Margo on his back. He felt her hands all over his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her lips pressed against his nape as she slurped his blood with enthusiasm. Just a few months ago, he would have enjoyed this particular encounter. He had to face the facts; he’d have to deal with his own problem first and trust Leona to deal with Zach. He roared again, relaxed his knees and jumped, landing on his back, or to be precise, right on the stylish vampress. Her head hit the gravel, and he used the moment to pull up and away from her fangs, trying to leave as little of his flesh as he could in the process. The images of Zach’s hands pushing against Leona’s crotch kept invading his psyche. He will have to wait. You have to channel this particular anger in a different direction now. He remembered his tactical lessons. “Rough. I love rough boys.” Margareth’s tone was velvet over steel, her bloody lips curved in a smirk. “What?” Samuel stomped on the girl’s knee with his heel. Summoning a scream from the brunette. “Your uncle never makes you work for it properly?” Samuel taunted her, and then Margo went quiet, and Samuel realised he had struck a nerve. “I. DO. NOT. WANT. TO. FUCK. MY. UNCLE.” Margo, with her broken knee, threw herself at Samuel, who realised that his latest comment was the straw that broke the camel's back. “He is a good man. And we don't fuck.” Her claws sank into Samuel’s shirt as she pulled him to the ground. “Also, he is not my uncle. We are fucking vampires, it's just a title.” The woman screamed as she kept slashing at Samuel with the fury her anger unlocked. “I was going to help you, but you two seem to have enough fun as it is.” Samuel heard Zachary’s voice as he tried to throw Margo away from him, when he realised that she was growling again. His lips curved in a satisfied smile even before his mind realised that she was now growling at Zach. Samuel would love to give credit to himself. For tactical brilliance. That he drove Margo over the edge, and then pretended to be defeated, so she felt confident enough to abandon him, leave him on the bloodied gravel and go for Zachary. This was a deathmatch, after all. Only one of them would get Leona. But truth be told, he was lying and bleeding on the gravel, and the only reason he was able to fool Margo was that he was out of it because of the utter shock. He saw her fit, leather-clad ass dash awkwardly on one good knee towards Zachary. Breathe in. Breathe out. Play dead. And time to finish the two of them. He rolled over and saw Margo wrestling with Zach on the gravel. Leona seemed more or less alright. He regrouped and approached the “couple.” “I'm sorry for making fun of you, Margo,” Samuel said. He stood behind Margo, his hands reached for her head, and he grabbed the young woman by her hair. “I shouldn’t have stooped to Zach’s level.” And with this heartfelt apology, he proceeded to bash the brunette’s head into Zachary's. Using the woman as a hammer. Covered in blood, he stepped over two bodies. Their faces smashed into each other, their mouths, or whatever was left of them, were making weird sounds as they tried to breathe and bleed into each other. In a very filthy, disgusting and utterly revolting way, they were sharing the sweetest kiss the two vampires could ever do. Not that Samuel cared, he made his way towards Leona, “Told you. You are mine.” He said as he bled on the ground, and then he saw Leona launch at him. The world turned. She was on top of him. Her lips were on his, and was she also punching him at the same time? I can play this game. He bunched her hair in his fist. Pulled her hungry lips off his and lunged at her naked and bit her. With his lips, only scraping her skin. Only taunting.

 

[Amberyn]

Hang tight, how hilarious. Leona was beginning to wonder if the University offered a class on how to act like an asshole, or whether it just came naturally to the undead. A glance over at the three vampires showed Margo on Samuel's back and Zachary watching with an expression that made her look away. The belt was tight around her wrists and ankles, and it took one attempt at breaking it for her to realise how futile it was. "Fuuck," she muttered, brain scrambling as a scream tore through the night. Resisting the urge to check what was happening, she left the vampires to their fight, rolling her eyes when Margo started screaming about her uncle. Someone save her from vampire family drama. She tried a subtler approach, straining to find the belt buckle, contorting herself before collapsing when a muscle cramped. Shit. Shit. Shit. She was a sitting fucking duck here, and it wouldn't be long before one of the damn vampires realised that. Stretch, struggle, curse. Leona pushed herself to breaking, screaming in anguish into the dirt to muffle the sound. Panic was scrambling her thoughts, tears threatening to fall, and she began to strain against the belt in fury. No one was more surprised than her when the belt gave way, her limbs spread akimbo before the shock wore off, and she rolled onto her back. Lifting her wrists up, she stared at the burned ends for longer than she should have. It was the sight of Samuel standing over the other two vampires that brought her back to herself. Dragging the remains of the belt from her wrists and then her ankles, she stood, eyes naturally finding Samuel. Oh my god. That was her initial reaction, but disgust didn't come. He was using Margo's skull to bash Zachary's to pieces, destroying hers in the process. Frozen in place, she watched blood and other matter fly, coating all three vampires. "Told you. You are mine."​ The truth of his words hummed in her blood. He wore the blood of his enemies, their enemies, like an offering, stepping towards her. Leona was moving to meet him, dragging him down to the ground beneath her in a reversal of that night. Coherent thoughts were out the window, her lips finding his as she straddled his lap. There were only conflicting feelings: desire and anger. As her lips acted on the first, her hands became fists and she rained blows down on his chest, pitiful punches that made her hands hurt. There was something about the feel of him beneath her that just felt right, and when his hand wrapped around her hair, she sighed, not fighting as he dragged her mouth away from him. The scrape of his teeth on her neck made her common sense kick in. The punches stopped abruptly, and Leona pushed herself away from him. She didn't get very far; his fingers caught in her hair and forced her to remain hunched over him, her head angled as far away as possible from him. For the moment, she just sat there, heartbeat racing while her mind scrambled to work out what had just happened. She'd seen him, heard him say those words, those damn words, and a switch had been flicked. Leona coughed a little, choking on the lust that still lingered. Remembering he was there, their lower bodies pressed uncomfortably close together, she attempted to spread her legs, hips angling away from him. In doing so, her head started to fall back towards his head. Ice blue eyes swung to him, glaring at him as she settled back down. "Let me go," she ground out, ignoring the way her pulse spiked. Whatever the fuck that just was, it was over and it was NOT happening again.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Vampires had more or less similar sensory faculties to humans. At least the young ones. The old vampires bragged about additional powers, but young ones like Samuel didn't know if this was true or just old farts bragging. The metamorphosis rewired the senses, sharpening them to a predatory edge. He could smell the blood hundreds of metres away, he could hear the heartbeat and recognise the patterns in it. The sound and vibrations of the heartbeat were amplified. And of course, he could sense fucking arousal. Vampire could, of course, hunt for his prey. But successful ones seduced. The evolution, in a way, selected for those who knew how and when to push. "You say no, but that's not what I hear." The sardonic smile on his sharp face only amplified what he said, and what she knew. Part of him wanted to be a genie. To grant her a wish, and let her go wander in the maze. To grant her a wish and see the regret in her eyes. But that part was minuscule. And the part that wanted her was throbbing right in his pants, separated from her only by the leather of their trousers. "Tell me to let you go, but this time like you mean it." The vampire mocked her, and then pulled himself up against her, hooked her leg with his, and rolled on her. Switching the positions. Just like that summer night. Instead of asphalt, it was gravel that was pushing against her exposed back. And he was on top of her. He still had her hair locked in his fist. The slow pull tightened, each strand protesting. The sharp sound of him sucking in air matched the pressure he applied to her follicles. As if he knew exactly how much pain he was inflicting. And exactly how sweet the pain was. "If you want me to let you go," he said, his free hand slipped between them, being fed by her protests. Verbal and physical. "Why is your cunt, burning through the half-centimetre-thick leather?" The vampire asked, every word washing her with warm air. His knee kept her legs apart, his hand unapologetically cupped her sex. His fingers pressed exactly where her sweet, sensitive, aching for the touch nub was. His touch. His knee drove into her, sending her sliding across the ground, scraping her back against the sharp stones. Even the minuscule drops of blood drawn by the stones behind her back were enough to drive the man insane. But that was nothing compared to what he saw in her eyes. The finger pushed into her leather and between her folds. "Gods. You are beautiful," he suddenly blurted. Her face was covered in a mixture of vampire blood. The eyes filled with fury, lust, confusion, and determination. He stopped there. His face went serious. He relaxed the hand that held her hair, slid it behind her head and kissed her. His tongue slid across her lips and sliced them apart on the way back. His palm cupped her head, his other hand slowly figuring out how to undo her trousers, undoing the buckle and the buttons. Slowly, he pushed his hand in and under the trousers, under her panties. His nails scraping against her skin, leaving white marks from her waist and all the way to that pulsating, wet slit. No longer forceful, he knew what belonged to him. He didn't need to prove it. He pushed his tongue against hers, entwining with hers. "Oh, shut the fuck up." He growled, not at her. The two vampires next to them, with their faces smashed against each other, gargled. They will spend a few hours healing. His middle finger slid between her slick lips. Thumb's knuckle ground against the exposed bundle of nerves. "I'm going to make you mine." He drawled the promise, his fangs bared, his fingers pushing deeper into warmth. Lowering his fangs against her neck. "Now," he whispered into her and pierced her skin. Shit. This girl was not a human. The realisation dawned on him, but he did not give a damn.

 

[Amberyn]

Fucking vampire senses. She winced as he taunted her, that irritating smile making her curse him just as her breath caught at the feel of him throbbing against her. Her traitorous body throbbed right back, and when he dared her to say it again and actually mean it, the dirty look she gave him told him to shut it. Any further response was silenced by him rolling her over, reversing their positions with that flawless ease all vampires seemed to have. Immediately, her hands went to his chest, pushing him away. Her fingers curled into his shirt, her head shifting back with the pull on her hair. He kept up the pressure, keeping it on just the right side of pleasure, and she hated the way it sent shivers down her spine. The last time he had her beneath him, Samuel had rejected her, and that pain still lingered at the edge of her gaze, waiting for him to shatter her all over again. This time it seemed as though he had something else in mind, and she struggled beneath his weight as his hand slid between her thighs. "No, stop..." her voice sounded weak even to her, and when his palm settled over her groin she whimpered, eyes fluttering. The press of his fingers through the leather made lightning shoot through her, her back arching. Yes. This is what she needed, what she had been craving since that night. "Oh god," she muttered, his knee pushing her across the gravel, the pain of multiple cuts a distant thought. His finger was pressing between her legs so hard she thought he was going to puncture the leather. Writhing beneath him, she moaned, eyes flashing open with surprise when he announced she was beautiful. It wasn't the first foreplay induced confession that she'd ever heard, but it was certainly the most genuine. Leona got a brief look at a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes before he kissed her, and she melted beneath him. One hand remained on his chest, fingers bunched in his shirt, the other grabbed the back of his head. Unlike his grip, hers was more gentle, holding onto him like she was drowning. Her kiss became hungrier as she felt him fumble with her trousers. She growled against his lips, becoming impatient. He was taking too long. At last, she felt his cool skin against hers, her breath shuddering out when he marked her with his nails. There was a subtle change in his movements, no longer hurried and less rough. He was taking his time, and she knew why. She wasn't going anywhere; she was putty in his hands, and he knew it. It took her a moment to realise his growl was aimed at the other vampires, and for a moment, the sensible part of her brain resurfaced. Samuel had done a number on those two, but vampires healed quickly. He didn't seem in a rush, and before she could question it, he slid a finger inside her. Leona forgot how to breathe, his thumb catching her clit. "I'm going to make you mine."​ Aren't I already? The thought came out of nowhere. The flash of his fangs should have terrified her, and instead she did the one thing she swore she would never do. She tilted her head back, offering her neck to him a second before he whispered, submitting willingly. Pain flitted through her, her features scrunching up, and then suddenly something else swept over her. Finally. That voice. She knew that voice. A dark chuckle echoed in her mind, and then she felt it. Desire so strong it choked her. Heavy-lidded eyes stared up at the sky, seeing the stars and nothing at all. Her legs wrapped around Samuel's waist, driving him closer to her. The feel of his tongue lapping at her throat was exquisite, and she ground herself against his hand, sending sparks through her body. Christ, if this was how it felt every time a vampire fed, she could understand the appeal. It also meant she was in deep trouble. That fleeting concern was overridden by the pleasure searing through her blood. Leona felt like it was going to boil over, and a tightening between her thighs made her grind her teeth, fighting to gain some sense of control. No. Not like this. He was going to make her cum, that was inevitable, but she wanted him inside her when she did. One hand clutched the back of his head as he drank from her, the other slipped between them, her fingers seeking the bulge digging into her. She wrapped her hand around him, squeezing enough to get his attention. Releasing him, she began to open his belt and trousers.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

He growled with approval. His mouth full of her blood, the dark-haired devil lifted on his knee to give the girl access to his trousers, better and quicker access as he continued to grind against her hand. He wanted her to succeed, and yet, the desire to fuck with the girl was just as strong. His fingers pressed against the upper wall of her drenched slit, right there where the sensitive spot was, on the other side of the clit. And with the middle finger attached to the point of pleasure, he added the ring finger to the mix. To move and rub along the other walls, all the while his thumb was right there. On the nub of her clit. He felt her fingers falter for a moment as she adjusted to the new sensation. He chuckled into her neck and dragged his fangs across towards her ear. Whatever she was, she was his, and this was the only thing that mattered at this very moment. Leona's fingers faltered only for a second, though. "Determination." Samuel lifted his head. He wanted to look his hunter in the eyes when she was done with his trousers. He felt the pressure drop when the buttons were undone. He drove his fingers deeper into her, and out, and felt her hand wrap around his throbbing member. Finally. There was a certain righteousness about this. Not just because he had to fight for her, or the stupid excuses that Theodor was spewing out. His body moved forward, dragging his cock against her hand. His hand went down to untie her top. "Good job with the belt." He complimented her, assuming she escaped it with grace. "Undo my shirt," he told her and pierced his lip with a fang before leaning in for the kiss. Letting her taste her blood and his mixed in his mouth. Shit. This was dangerous. "Please," he mumbled into the kiss, and dragged her top down, exposing her to the night and to him. He felt their chests touch, and he moved his hips. No. His hips moved on their own, assisting Leona's hand that worked to free him from the trousers. With a grumble, he pulled his fingers from her slit. He had to tear them away, to finish the job he started on her own leather trousers, unbuttoned, and pull them down. "Fuck." Why were they wearing so much shit? "Should have fucked you that night. Instead, I got all moral and shit." It would have been so easy to do it then, she was in those flimsy shirts. "Turn the fuck around." There was no fucking way he would be able to tear himself from her, remove her shoes, then pull the trousers away. He was impatient, eager. It had to happen now. He had to be inside her. He bared her bottom, he left the trousers somewhere mid-thigh, his hand wrapped around her neck as she turned, or he turned her. It didn't matter. He scratched back and painted his chest. He knew he would lick every single scrape on her chest and on her back. He'd clean her delicious blood off. Later. Now, her ass was naked, and his cock was free. He pressed the scalding hot head against her entrance, his hand squeezed her throat, before she could say anything, and he slowly, teasingly growled like a wild predator, right into her ear. "Who do you belong to?" He asked her and slowly pushed into her needy cunt. In one deliberate move, he sheathed his cock balls deep in the young woman. "Remove your shoes. While I fuck you." He commanded her and started to move, settling into a rhythm, not very conducive to following his orders. But there was no way to stop the primal need to have the girl under him right now. He moved almost all the fucking way out before he slammed into her, his balls crushing against her thighs that he held together with his knees. And again. There was no way to know, but he was quite sure that she matched the wild rhythm he set. They fucked as loudly as they fought the couple of vampires. They no longer heard the sounds of those two either. Only the sweet, wet sounds of two bodies colliding. Growling, trying to catch their breath, and screaming into each other's mouths.

 

[Amberyn]

He was making it extremely hard for her to concentrate, her fingers struggling to pop the last button. It slipped from her grasp, her concentration faltering. Part of her wanted to growl at him to slow down, the other wanted to scream for him to never stop. His eyes met hers, her blood smeared on his lips, a smirk on hers. The button gave way, the zipper quickly following, her back arching, his fingers pulling a gasp from her as she felt him in her hand for the first time. He pushed himself into her palm, and confusion flickered in her eyes at the mention of the belt. For a moment, she thought he meant his belt, and then she realised he meant Zachary's belt. She didn't get a chance to tell him she had no clue how that happened, an eyebrow raised at the order to undo his shirt, yielding to his kiss a moment later. The taste of blood was strong, unsurprisingly, and Leona didn't care, licking the blood from both their lips. The mumbled please made her smirk. That's better. That dark voice again, purring beneath her skin, the heat threatening to consume her entirely. She reached for his shirt, fumbling with the buttons until he dragged his fingers from her. The empty ache he left her with made her utter a sound of complaint, although she couldn't argue that it made it easier for her to unbutton his shirt. "Should have fucked you that night. Instead, I got all moral and shit."​ Not the right thing to say. Bitterness threaded through her arousal, threatening to ruin the moment. He really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. It was a little sweet that he had behaved himself, worrying that he was going too far. Thankfully, he didn't have such compunctions this time. Fool me once, shame on me; fool me twice, shame on you, and all that. "What?" she asked, broken from her thoughts by his demand, her pelvis lifting to let him pull her trousers down further. He reached for her throat, fingers collaring her, and she caught up, understanding when he turned her over. Her hand released him, arms slipping beneath her to ease herself up a little. She didn't get very far, his body over hers, hand squeezing her throat while he teased her with the feel of him between her thighs. She squirmed, attempting to angle her hips to push herself down on him. "Who do you belong to?"​ An hour ago that question would have brought a wave of disgust, a flurry of activity as she struggled. Now it was receieved with the clamour of her heart, the thrill of being claimed rather than resigntation. The certainty that she was where she was meant to be. "You," she croaked out, and he rewarded her by sinking his cock into her. Slow at first before he filled her in one thrust. Her body shuddered around him, barely hearing the next order that came. Fuck. He felt better than she imagined and Leona had done quite a bit of that since that night. Her body jolted beneath him, her cry echoing in the night. Shoes, she thought numbly, her body easily falling into the rhythm he set. Pushing herself up onto her forearms, she attempted to climb onto her knees, and found the hard press of his legs holding her in place. Her leg bent up to kick him on the ass, "You need to move if you want me to do that," she muttered, every word an effort. He could push her back down after her shoes were off if he was so inclined, personally the feel of him pounding her from behind as she rose onto all fours did more for her. Awkwardly one hand reached down to feel for the edge of her boot, and she tore it off, tossing it away. The second followed and she thumped back onto her hands and knees, leaving the rest of her clothes for him to pull off. She was more interested in the feel of him sliding in and out of her, the way he managed to hit the right spot every time.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

He emptied his lungs with each violent thrust into the girl in his control. The questions about her nature. Fuck her nature. Questions about two vampires, the ritual, and the rest of the night all went away to the back of his mind. Nothing existed, except for the need to ram himself into the young woman. "Fuck," She said something, he wasn't sure if he understood where he was supposed to move, and there was no fucking way he would have moved in any way that would have slowed him down, that would have impeded the way he fucked her. The firm, pulsating tip of his cock ground against her sensitive spot with every plunge. He chuckled when he realised she had pushed her shoes away, and when the thought formed in his mind that he actually preferred her like this, with skin-tight leather pants locking her legs together around her mid-thigh. "You won't be able to run away," he whispered into her ear. It was the least scary threat to a woman who was busy driving her entire body. As if she tried to pull herself onto his cock. He leaned in, his hand locked around her neck again after the short respite. The other hand cupped her cheek and pushed his fingers into her mouth. He felt her welcome them, felt her hot-as-hell breath wash over them. If only he knew. "Yes. You are mine," the vampire roared into her back, his tongue moved across her shoulder blade as he licked the blood the gravel drew from her. And then he felt it. Her dripping cunt started to tighten, squeeze him with greed as she approached the apex. His hand tightened on her neck, he knew she was close, he picked the pace, he blocked her air, pulled her cheek and fucked her harder. There was no way in heaven or in hell he would be able to manage a pace like this for long. Not with her, not with the sounds she was making, not with the way she moved. His cock no longer throbbed; it almost vibrated, he heard the booming rhythm of their combined heartbeats in his ear, drowned every other noise, even their hoarse sighs and growls. The hands on her neck and face pushed her back against him. His breathing grew heated with his unstoppable desire for the woman. His teeth and tongue, which had started on her shoulder blade, were now pressed against her nape. He pierced her skin again, as if everything else that was happening did not drive both of them completely and utterly insane. Instead of sucking blood, his teeth echoed the feral trembling caused by orgasm, as he started to cum with her, and in her. Are we screaming? Are we being loud? The part of his mind that cared about situational awareness, about survival, was trying to surface the question. A very minuscule part of his mind. He would have ripped anyone who dared to stop them in righteous fury. And then the world went bright. He came hard. He felt her silent scream with fingers that dug into her throat. He tightened them and then released her, letting her flood him with the sweet sounds. He would have finished second time if that were possible. And he continued to thrust, until the pleasure gave way to pain. Sweet, deserved pain. And pain gave way to spasms. "Shit. Fuck. What." The heart pounded in his head. It was not his heart he heard. Your heart doesn't beat. Remember? He heard her heart; he tuned her sounds. He slowly pulled away, letting the cum drip from her slit. The cold air washed over his wet member. But he wasn't finished. Even now, after the crushing orgasm, after exertion, he wanted more. The pure quintessential need to claim the girl, like an animal, was driving him. He rolled her over and moved to her left, on one knee. He leaned in slowly, and just like ten minutes later, before the lawless fucking session, he licked her lips, and then he lifted on his knees, and shoved his cock into her mouth. "Look at me." The hand was back on her throat, on her hair, and he pulled her head onto his cock. "Your eyes tell me to fuck off." The smile came back to his lips, curling in satisfaction. "Yet your mouth, lips, and tongue seem so eager to work." The vampire spoke slowly, each word laced with the mingled pain and pleasure radiated through their bodies.

 

[Amberyn]

He wasn't taking it slow, and she was glad; she wasn't sure she could handle him teasing her any further. A flicker of annoyance accompanied the shiver brought on by his whisper, and she instinctively tried to spread her legs, feeling her own trousers trapping her. Leona wasn't one for games of control; she certainly wasn't one to submit, and here she was enjoying both. This was far beyond the times she'd played with fluffy pink handcuffs, and the feel of his fingers wrapping around her neck again made her groan. She was silenced by his fingers pressing to her lips, and she opened her mouth without hesitation. Lips locking around those digits, she sucked on them, the combination of his possessiveness and the feel of his tongue lapping at her bloody wounds starting to push her towards release. He seemed to notice, his pace increasing to give her exactly what she needed. She was caught between pleasure and panic, his fingers squeezing her throat harder, her breath stuttering beneath it. This shouldn't do it for her, being at his mercy, at a vampire's mercy, but as he pushed her over the edge, she was writhing beneath him, making all sorts of muffled noises around his fingers. Her movements didn't falter, her hips grinding back on him to get the most pleasure from him. The bite to the back of her neck... fuck, there were no words. Her eyes rolled back in her head, everything blurring together. She felt him cum, his seed spilling into her, and for a few blissful moments, there was nothing but the two of them locked together. She wheezed, starting to struggle for breath, her movements slowing. His grip tightened, and she started to panic. It was another show of his control, and as soon as he released her, Leona flopped forward onto her forearms. Gasps mingled with other sounds until he stopped, spent at last. She hated the way he left her feeling empty, his cum slipping out, marking her thighs while she tried to get her head straight. What the fucking hell. She felt him roll her over, and she was too exhausted to fight him, her bloodied back hitting the gravel. Breathing heavily, her eyes glazed over when he licked her lips. She parted them, ready for him to kiss her, and then blinked when she felt something in her mouth. It was amazing how quickly a cock in your mouth makes you pay attention, even after the best orgasm of her life - not that she was ever telling him that. His ego was large enough as it was. She was still tuned to him, her eyes locking on him immediately, her tongue already licking the combined taste of their fucking from him. There was no fight in her, the hand collaring her throat, demanding her subservience. Truth be told, she liked the feeling of him in her mouth while his cum leaked out of her well-used pussy. Liked the way he pulled her onto his cock rather than sinking deeper into her mouth, making her complicit in his use of her mouth. That didn't stop her from telling him exactly how unimpressed she was with him sneaking his cock into her mouth when she had been expecting a kiss. His commentary did not help; her glare intensified, and she let her teeth graze his shaft. Shut up or fuck off, she told him silently. Her annoyance didn't prevent her from sucking him off, though. She should be pissed at him; she should be fighting and attempting to run for the hills. Leona wanted to blame it on the way Samuel was holding her, his unyielding vampire strength keeping her pinned. But he wasn't forcing her to keep her eyes trained on him as she took him deeper. It wasn't fear that fuelled her actions, her head pulling back before easing forward again. That dark voice was purring beneath her skin with every bob of her head, every taste of him. Despite her climax, she wasn't done yet, her aching body needing more, and it seemed that he was willing to give it to her.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"Look at my girl." Samuel spoke slowly, punctuating every single word with a thrust into her wet, soft mouth. There was something right about everything that was happening. Their eyes focused on each other and nothing else. The slowly healing bodies nearby didn't exist anymore. His head was holding Leona's hair. That voice on the edge of his consciousness was uttering words he couldn't understand. This all makes sense. What voice? The rational part of him flared for a moment with a perfectly logical question, but was forgotten. It didn't matter; his cock was just as wet as it was when he first shoved it into her. What mattered was that his cock no longer glistened with their combined cum. Now it glistened with her spit. They moved steadily, deliberately, forcefully as both of them fucked her face. The sounds she was making, and the sounds that he realised he was making, slowly filled the clearing in the labyrinth. If anyone was nearby, they would have had a very clear idea of what was going on here. Low, rumbling growling with which Samuel accompanied each thrust, and the wet, welcoming slurps that met him. "Aren't you a little too comfortable?" The mischievous smile widened, flashing his fangs, "My girl." He added, enjoying the "title" he's given her. But instead of trying to bite her, he pushed his cock deeper, hitting the back of her throat, denying her air. And when her eyes watered, his hand landed on her breast with a sharp, loud slap. He felt her teeth for a moment and smiled. Sucking the air slowly through his teeth as if to tease her, that he gets to have air, he collected his digits around her nipple. "Do you think we should pierce your nipples?" He asked her out of the blue, pinching her nipple and twisting it a little. The thrusting resumed, without waiting for her answer. He knew the answer already. She was his. And the realisation of this simple fact made something inside of him burn. What just happened between them was not enough. He had to have her. He had to look in her eyes the next time she came. He swallowed, he released her neck, her tit, and leaned in, with his cock still in her mouth, he tugged on her leather pants. He just needed to get one leg free. "It's time to take you. The proper way." As if what happened before wasn't. The young vampire moved with frustration as he tried to peel off the skin-tight leather of her, and groaned. Leona seemed to know exactly what to do, to make him want to get her naked faster, but also to distract him. He felt her work on his with added vigour. Why the fuck were the trousers so hard to get off? The furious thought appeared in his mind. Couldn't she suck a little less…fuck. There was nothing he wanted more than to plunge into her hot cunt again. Feel her legs wrap around him, her nails scratch against his back. He threw his shirt away; he didn't know it landed on the heads of Margo and Zach; he didn't care. "Fuck." He almost screamed as he pulled his cock out from Leona's mouth. He grabbed her ankle, pulled back a little more, and rotated the young woman on the ground. And then he was on top of her. The wall of air hit her; he moved just as fast as that night, when he dispatched two hooligans. He opened his mouth, as if to bite her and leapt on her lips. Those very lips that wrapped around his cock with primal eagerness. He pushed his tongue, aligned his cock, and followed with a second push. His hand slid behind her back, he grabbed her wrist and pushed the hand above her head. Just one. He still wanted to feel her nails tear his back. And slammed into her cunt.

 

[Amberyn]

Everything about this felt so good, so right. Apart from Samuel's need to offer a commentary on everything. Liar, that voice purred, and she shut it down fast. He thrust into her mouth, she moved to meet him, the wet slurping sounds of her mouth mingling with his growls. Fuck, why did he have to sound like that? Everything with this man was so primal, raw power calling to a part of her that had lain hidden. Until he came along. Her eyes narrowed at the mischievous smile accompanying his question, a shiver running down her spine at the pet name. Leona's eyes flashed wide for a moment of surprise when his hips pressed his cock deeper, a hum of approval echoing around him. Until he kept going, blocking her air supply for the second time that night. This time, she kept the panic fairly under control, holding her breath rather than desperately seeking more. It wasn't easy, though, and she could feel her eyes watering. The sudden, sharp slap to her breast made her cry out, all that careful control snapping. Her hands reached for him, her sharp nails dragging over whatever she could grab hold of. As she flailed, he continued to take advantage of her helplessness, fingers finding her nipple. His casual question made her pulse spike, and even in the delirium setting in, she clenched her thighs. The thought of him doing that to her... it was a level of control that went beyond anything else, and the bites on her body throbbed. The idea turned her on more than she would have liked, and she hated how easily his touch drew pleasure from her. He pulled back from her throat, leaving her to splutter and wheeze around him. His thrusts continued, her shaky hands relaxing, and the burn in her throat lessened. Something changed in him, and she could only peer at him with confusion, his declaration echoing in her mind. Leona felt him reaching down to her calves, the tugging of leather revealing his plans. She wasn't sure what made her renew her ministrations while he struggled to peel the last item of clothing off her. The way he groaned, not from sexual frustration but actual frustration, as though that piece of clothing was personally fighting him. Or maybe she just wanted to annoy him, the question about piercing her nipples still at the forefront of her mind. It wasn't hard to distract him; he had left his cock in her mouth after all. A sore chuckle tore from her when he swore, dragging his cock from her mouth finally. It was followed by a yelp, his fingers wrapped around her ankle, using it to pull her where he wanted. Gravel stung her back again, and before she could voice how much that fucking hurt, Samuel used that supernatural speed of his. He was on top of her before she could blink, and Leona saw a flash of his fangs before he dived forward. His lips didn't land on her throat, though. This time, when he opened his mouth, it was to kiss her. Any anger in her disappeared right alongside her defiance, her arms reaching for him, wrapping around his neck. She moaned into the kiss when he pried one of her wrists off him, pinning it above her head. When he didn't reach for the other, she slid it upwards, reaching for his hair. The gentle brush of her fingers through his hair suddenly turned more violent, her body arching upwards at the feel of him slamming into her. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. She clung to him, fingers wrapped in his hair while she kissed him. Without thinking, her legs spread wider, pelvis tilting to let her lift her legs. Wrapping them around him, she wasn't gentle, digging her bare heels into his back. Her hand flexed beneath his hold, enjoying the way his fingers tightened, refusing to give her even an inch. Not that she was planning on fighting him anyway.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

The vampire sheathed himself to the hilt and stopped, his tongue moved slowly, as if to both explore and tease the girl, his cock throbbed, almost vibrated in her dripping folds. He pulled his hips up, dragging the tip of his cock across her walls, pinning Leona to the ground as he continued. And moved back inside. Slowly, yet thoroughly. He moved his hips from side to side on every thrust. As if he wanted to feel her in full. "You are so quiet." He teased her, as if he started to realise the effect his words had on her. The good, the bad, and the perverse effects. He loved it all. He felt it all. His torso pressed against hers, with her top reduced to a bunched-up band around her torso. And then he stopped. As if to punish her for silence. Balls deep inside her, and frustratingly motionless, he caught her tongue between his lips and slowly sucked her tongue. He did have to face the fact that it was incredibly hard to just stay like that. Stay his cock, restrain himself from hammering her pussy, when all he wanted was to pin her down and fuck her senseless. Again and again. He allowed himself to move laterally, no thrusts, just side to side, pushing with his shaft against her drenched, clenching walls. "Does my pet…" He stopped, he looked into her eyes, his mouth opened in a daring smile. Yes. I called you my pet. It was as if his face was lit up by ten-kilowatt projectors. "Is my pet hunter unhappy with the lack of thrusting?" He dared to ask her, out loud. And as if to drive it home, he pulled away. Painfully slow, letting the head of his cock rest against her dripping, inviting folds. He released her other hand. She might need both hands to convince him to fuck her. Properly. Vincent could still taste the leather on his fangs. The girl, Jessica? One of the Hawthornes, stop trying to escape him. She was lying on the ground, sobbing. Not that she had any choice. Vincent's boot was on her head, pressing her face into the gravel. Her ripped with his own fangs, trousers and top were spread across the ground. And to add to this idyllic view, the girl was sobbing. "You misbehaved," Vincent said. He touched a streak of blood on his cheek. The young girl dared to swipe at him the very moment Margaret flew into their section of the maze. She didn't stay for long, she looked at him and Jessica and jumped back into the fight she had. "Why are they all pining over your sister?" He chuckled, his boot shook a little as the laughter echoed through his body. "You think they are having a four-way there? Good thing you are all mine." The vampire continued, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it away. He moved his boot away, but before the girl could realise it his hand reached down, and he grabbed her by the hair. Part of him couldn't understand why somebody would even go after that go-getter…Lana, or whatever her name was, was a delicate flower. He lifted the now naked girl by the hair, and she tried to balance herself. His wide tongue pressed against her face, and he licked the droplets of blood from cuts and tears. "Which hole of yours should I fuck first?" He asked her, he didn't wait for the answer; the answer came from those on the other side. Somebody was sucking somebody else off, the unmistakable, loud slurps and gags. "Your cousin, or sister, or aunt, or whatever sounds like a prime cocksucker. Shall we see if this is genetic?" The vampire asked and lowered her towards his crotch, pulling his cock out with the other hand. He pressed it against her mouth and pushed it in. "Take it in. Wrap those fucking lips around it. Have you ever sucked on anything this big?" He growled at the girl. His fingers grabbed her chin as he impatiently forced her mouth open. He felt his sensitive skin scrape against her teeth that she had no chance to hide. "Fucking whore. Teeth!" He said and laughed, as if he had a grand idea. "Shall we go and peek at your family?" He asked and threw his leg over the girl, shoved his cock into her mouth and started to walk towards the growth that acted as a wall. Forcing the girl to flail.

 

[Amberyn]

Holy motherfucking hell. So that was what he meant by take her properly. Leona was squirming beneath his lips, acting fairly passively while she relearned how to breathe. The sudden claiming of her had been enough to grab her attention, and now, as he sat balls deep inside her, she realised he had been playing before. Fuck me. She felt every drag of his cock, every throb, and her hand responded when her voice couldn't, smacking him lightly on the side of his head. He captured her mouth, sucking on her tongue in a way that left her writhing, toes curling. When he released her, she was ready to give him hell, and instead, all that came out was a groan. It wasn't fair. Why did he have to know exactly what he was doing?! The son of a bitch knew it too, and 'pet' was the final straw. Pushing through the pleasure, she growled at him, eyes flashing with annoyance. At the literal pet name, at the way he left her empty and aching. That daring smile just begged to be wiped off his face. "You. Need. To. Shut. The. Fuck. Up," she hissed, the hand in her hair grabbing a handful of hair and dragging his lips back down to hers, her teeth nipping at his lip while she tightened her legs, using her grip to leverage herself onto his cock. Impaling herself on him, her moan turned into a sigh, her hips working to give her what he was trying to deny her. He might be skilled, but she wasn't without her own skills, and it was time he understood who he was playing with. Jessica had stumbled after the other three hunters, her uncooperative feet leading her directly into a dead end. Backing up, she tried again, her breath sounding harsh in her ears. Her curls bounced around her face, constantly getting in her way, and she came to a stop, patting her pockets. It was then that she realised she wasn't wearing her usual jeans, and there were no hair ties stuffed in her pockets. The leather trousers and halterneck felt odd on her, too tight and constricting, the strings of the halterneck digging into her skin. With a sob, she stood there panting, flustered and alone. The others had taken off without a second thought for her, the less athletic of the four. What had she expected? Camaderie just because they were the same? Idiot, she cursed herself. When the vampire found her, she had tried to run and failed miserably. He gave chase, driving her to the ground, ignoring her pathetic shaking as he tore her clothing apart with his teeth. The same teeth that would be digging into her flesh any moment now. Jessica had caught him with her nails, a lucky hit that had enraged the vampire. She sobbed louder as he ground her head into the gravel, her glasses pushed up onto her forehead. In fairness, the only reason she had managed it was the female vampire that came crashing through the wall of the maze. The momentary distraction was what he now complained about, making her choke on her tears. Sister? She didn't have a sister? She blinked furiously, her mind catching up a moment later when he mentioned a four-way. Jessica blushed to her roots at the mention of sex, her stomach lurching at the thought of being left to him. No! This wasn't supposed to happen. She was a hunter! She was... a nerd. Books and knowledge were her weapons, and until now, the thought of weapons and fighting had been her worst nightmare. A flash of colour fluttering to the ground emphasised the dark reality of what was about to happen, her eyes squinting to make out the discarded shirt. He lifted her up by her hair, making her cry out, and the movement knocked her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. Unfortunately, that meant she saw him clearly when he loomed closer. She flinched at the first touch of his tongue, feeling it taste her tears and the blood left by the gravel. Oh god, oh god, she chanted upon hearing his question. Trembling in his grip, her panic loosened her tongue, "Please, no! I-" She didn't get a chance to explain, his attention drawn to sounds coming from deeper into the maze. They were dull to her human ears, but it didn't matter; the way he dragged her head towards his groin told her everything she needed to know. Everything apart from how to do what he wanted. She tried to wrench free, one hand pushing away at his legs, the other desperately trying to find the hand wrapped in her hair. It was a poor attempt, and did nothing to stop him from pushing his cock against her lips. Stubbornly, she clenched her jaw shut, indignation flaring at the implication that she was some sort of slut. He didn't care how bruised she was, fingers forcing her mouth open, and she shrank back when he swore at her. She offered him a flicker of defiance at that, her eyes pointedly telling him that she didn't know what she was doing. What did he expect, forcing a virgin to suck his cock? That was what Jessica had tried to tell him. Not that it would have stopped him, he seemed intent on making her his one way or another. That was the point of this whole ritual. It seemed like the vampire was determined to make her first sexual experience an unforgettable one in all the wrong ways. He laughed at his idea, starting to drag her with him. Something about her family? His cock was still in her mouth, his hand in her hair to keep her in place. The first few paces were agony, her naked body dragged over the path before she got her hands and knees under her. Crawling after him, his cock in her mouth, tears rolled down her face, her muffled sobs seeming to spurn him on.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"You. Need. To. Shut. The. Fuck. Up."​ Each word, like honeyed air, like a cold breeze in the summer and hot exhaust from the sauna in the winter, washed over him. He couldn't hide the stupid smile. She did it for him, she brought him to her lips, she planted her feet against the ground and pushed herself to him. "Despe…" The young vampire didn't finish the word. He cupped her head, his fingers scratched and caressed the skin under her hair as he gave all of himself to the kiss. Loud, sloppy, he wrestled with her tongue, fierce and unrelenting, as if he wanted to tame her tongue. He didn't want to tame her. He wanted her this wild. He drove her to this state. He and that voice, but the vampire didn't know about the visitor just yet. He slurped her tongue and sucked it as he tried to keep his cool. As he tried to keep his pelvis still. Making her do the work, most of the work. Grind herself, and fuckherself beneath him, her body straining for more, aching for him to stop the cruel fast of fucking. To feed her needy cunt. And he knew, he wouldn't last long; soon, he would push her against the ground and have his way with her. He just had a little more patience than she did, but he could feel the aching tremble across his body that needed her. He wanted to hear her scream. Again. He wanted to hear her scream his name, and there was only one way to do it. He broke the kiss. His tongue brushed across her face. "Can't you be like fifteen per cent less slutty?' His beaming eyes telegraphed the word lies, lies, lies. She was fucking perfect. He pushed. Fuck no. He proceeded to hammer her. Zero to sixty in no time. He smashed her ass into the gravel with each slam. And something told him, she didn't care. His balls slapped her butt cheeks. He didn't bother gripping her hands; he wanted to show her how much pleasure and pain he caused and inflicted. Instead, he improvised her hair into two tails, reeled it around his palms, and picked up the pace. He didn't stop, even though he had no energy to speak any more. They only roared at each other. Each time Samuel would increase the speed or force, they'd lose the rhythm, if only for a fraction of a second. Enough to frustrate both young lovers until they found it again. Each roar promised violence if the rhythm of their wild passion wasn't found. The two were desperate to fuck each other's brains out. The phrase would have a whole new meaning for the pair from now on. His grip on her hair tightened when he felt her cunt squeeze his cock with renewed vigour. He yanked her hair to gather what remained of her attention. He growled her name as his climax approached again. "Fucking! Leona!"​ "Start fingering yourself," Vincent whispered to the girl. Through his teeth, he forced his cock back into her mouth, bruising the back of her throat. "You don't want me to fuck you raw, do you now?" He yanked her hair, but got nothing from the girl. Though Vincent had to agree, there was something inexplicably hot in having a tiny, pretty, nerd-girl sob on one's cock. He hit her on the back of her head, forcing his thickness down her throat. "Why can't you be slutty like your neighbour. She is moaning there all over Sam's cock." He pulled his cock out, letting the girl breathe. By sheer luck, she stopped before she'd lose her consciousness. He saw her spit leak out of her mouth. Those sweet tears. "I said." He yanked her head up, "Finger yourself. Start moaning and leaking that cum of yours." There was something wrong about Samuel having that fun. Why did he have to hunt the girl down and have her leap on his cock, while he had to tell this nerd every single thing? He plucked her glasses and threw them away. "Fuck it. You had your fucking chance." He grabbed the girl's throat and lifted her up. Barefeet on the gravel, he forced her on her toes and pushed his fingers between her thighs. "Are you a virgin?" He asked her, with her throat squeezed. "Nod or shake your head." His voice was low, serrated, each word dripping with mockery. "I'm going to fuck you in." He lifted thumb and index finger. "Two minutes. Grind yourself on my hand, rub yourself. Or don't" His eyes beamed with malice and sadistic amusement. “Maybe your blood will be enough to lubricate that un-fucked cunt of yours.” He said, and as if the couple on the other side mocked him, they started fucking with renewed passion.