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To Disappear (kikora and Z.G.)

It had taken Kaura little time at all to leap from the decaying roof of the spire, and hurdle down to the tiled roof below. Her bare feet stung upon impact with the roof, causing her to whimper slightly in discomfort, but there was no time for anything more than that sign of weakness, not with but a few hours 'till sunset again. She started forward with that one thought running through her mind time and again, sunset. She ran from it, the directory where the sun dawned in the morning, seeking the home she had lost there. Nothing else ran through her mind, nothing else mattered.

She jumped easily down from the roof when she was sure no humans were watching, and darted into the trees, losing herself in the brush. Her race was exceptionally skilled at travelling through the tangled wood, and she was no exception to that. Her nimble feet picked out the best path, and her make-shift guard only caught on rare occasion, leaving a tiny bend branch and piece of grey finger to tell where she had been.

'Will my people accept me back?' She demanded, her chest tightening at the thought of being refused embassy by the elders. Her exile was only half voluntary, and she did not know how vindictive a people the Elders could be to those who crossed them.

She shook her head, and forced herself to continue. The sun beat down on her, strengthening her weary body and fending off exhaustion.

By the time night fell the castle had disappeared back into the mountainside, and she had already scaled straight up two cliff face's that she could not run around. She almost wished she could have gone East, the easy trek down the cliff side seemed so much easier.
 
Abel finally picked up the trace of her scent, and little under a mile later the faintest bit of gray cloth fraught with her essence. In a way, it solved the problem he had been trying to solve in his mind over the course of the last few days. It looked as though they would be relying on overland travel for their journey to the West. He would bring her as his captive, one of those tribal elf savages, fallen into disrepair in the thousand years since they were fought last. He would attest to it. Appeal to his hierarchy to make a move within the greater Council.

His sandals hit the ground with ease, he made full bodied leaps onto the cliffs he found he would have to climb. He whistled as he climbed up the sides of the cliffs, creating rows of handholds that allowed him to ascend quickly and easily. One of the myriad benefits of his blood line--but if only he could sprout wings and fly! He always thought that would be extraordinary. He deeply envied those that could.

But who else could smell where had someone had been but a few days ago? Who else could pick out the fine details placed askew that his kind could? Not to mention Abel was in a competition to track Kaura down. He so did love to win. But what to do when he found her? That thought resounded through his mind as he leaped across a stream, his fortress already gone. Farther than any human could have run. Would have run. Perhaps the light had something to do with it.

However it was equally likely that it was Kaura's foolish willfulness baring down upon her. The vampire run, continually reassured by the hints of passage, in his element in the night.
 
Kaura couldn't create her own foot holes in the sides of the cliff, nor could she leap such a distance all of her own. Her race was agile, quick footed, and capable of easy maneuvering, but it still took her over an hour on each cliff face. She was tired after that, so physically exhausted that she would briefly stumble. Worst, the sun had set, and her village was well over a days run away, if she was at full strength.

But she couldn't hear the vampire yet, and that was good. Perhaps he couldn't catch up to her now that she was working at full strength again? If that was the case she might yet escape this horror, since he needed shelter from the sun, and she did not.

She jumped over a stream, and kept moving, wincing as her feet struck the rocks at the other side. The cliffs did their damage, cutting and scratching the balls of her feet bloody, so when she stepped on smooth stone it left a deep crimson stain behind.
 
With a few hours to spare in the night, copper blossomed. The smell of blood, imprinted with Kaura's very specific fragrance. He ran on, replenished, finding more and more of her still drying blood. Still somewhat wet. This was perfect. Not very old. Not even an hour old. The vampire slowed down and sniffed, her scent was strong, very strong. Definitely downwind of him. The vampire made more of an effort for silence, sniffing out her bloody footprints.

He was getting close now. He removed the bola from his belt and held it in his hands, waiting to see her. He knew he was getting close. He knew she was slowing down. These things were facts stacked on atop another like the broken spire she had escaped from. In an effort to upkeep her needs she had seen her opening and went for it, which was honestly admirable. But also deeply, utterly, totally infuriating. So Abel slowed, creeping through the forest until he saw a glimpse of her. He kept on moving, then he saw her foot move against the ground.

The vampire spun the bola over head, holding one of the two weighted balls tied by a cord and giving practiced snapping turns with his wrist. Then he let go, aiming for her knees. He charged immediately afterward, knowing that if the bola wrapped around her legs she would be on the ground, and utterly at his mercy.
 
Kaura ducked under a low hanging branch, darting from one nook to the next in her desperate attempt to escape anyone who might pursue her. Vaguely tired quickly moved to sheer exhaustion when the moon was high in the night sky, and her chest heaved from the effort to continue her pace, to keep moving. Another hurdle jumped, and she began counting her footprints, not even realizing she had left a bloody trail behind her.

Suddenly, she was very away of a soft swishing in the air unlike any animal. She turned in her sprint in time to see the weapon of capture flying towards her. She gasped briefly, but jumped to the side, hoping to avoid being caught. Indeed, the bola almost missed her, she only just caught the edge of one of the weighted balls slamming hard against her leg. She paled and stumbled backwards, now face to face with the vampire captor. Her jaw worked in horror as she struggled to form words, still running backwards across the clearing. "Impossible." She whispered, turned, and ran as fast as her injured leg could carry her.
 
He nearly cried out with triumph, but Kaura barely managed to evade the bola. Though it did make her stumble, weakening her already tired body. Now he had the power of the unexpected behind him, that sudden surprise that was a predator's best bet. The gazelle could run but the cheetah could sprint, laying in wait before snapping her up. It was nothing more than a predator-prey relationship, evolved to fit social needs.

Abel ran after her, pulling the second bola from his belt. He waited on loosing it until they ran into a field, free from trees. He unleashed the weapon then, aiming for her knees once more, but this time much closer. The sheer disbelief in Kaura's eyes made his heart howl with excitement, seeing her turn and run as fast and as far as she could. She had never imagined he would find her, had she. Oh no, little rabbit, you will be mine now. You will be mine.
 
Kaura turned before she could see him withdraw his second bola, desperately trying to escape despite her heavy limp. The only warning she had of her imminent defeat was a whistling, and her face paled, knowing this time she had no chance to escape. The ropes caught her hard just at the knees, and the force of the impact drove her forward as she cried out in pain. They wrapped quickly around her legs, and in an instant she was completely at Abel's mercy.

She pushed herself up quickly, ignoring the pain that raged through her entire body, and tried to undo the binds. She pulled helplessly, before looking over her shoulder, her eyes wide and full of fear. "Why did you follow me?!" She demanded. "You have stolen everything! My dignity, my pride, my honor! You have left me weeping in pain and could only laugh... And I tolerated... But ruining me... Using me... Drugging me..." Her face filled with anger, replacing any trace of fear. "You have gotten all you wanted, you vile disgusting man, leave me be!"
 
Abel roughed pushed her back to the ground. He descended upon her, straddling her. His hands quickly sought out her wrists and pushed them to the ground, bearing his weight and strength down upon her. Holding both of her wrists in one hand he grabbed a rock slightly bigger than his fist in the other and held it high over his head. "I've ceught you, rabbit. I've caught you. You know what I do with little rabbits when I catch them?

"Do you?

"I smash their skulls in with a rock and then I eat them." He seemed to vascillate for a moment, calculating what it would look like to smash her brain in with a rock until he could do finger painting with his her hot red head blood.
 
Kaura's face paled when Abel walked towards her, and quickly flipped her over. His hands found hers, and with that incredible strength of his he pinned them high above her head. She struggled, but with his knees on their side of her she couldn't do anything more than twist helplessly under his weight. He grabbed a rock, and held it high, looking down at her with a crazed expression.

What he said made her stomach twist, and she turned slightly green, imagining the rock smashing into her head, and destroying her life there on the ground. She whimpered softly, pulling hard a few more times before it became more than obvious that there was no escape for her. She collapsed back onto the ground and turned her head away, waiting for the sickening impact. "Then do it." She hissed. "You've destroyed everything else that I am, why not take my life as well? Monster."
 
Abel raised his hand up and instead brought the stone down next to her head with a wrenching impact. "That would be too easy, Kaura. You see, I want you. I want you to work for me; you are a long term investment. You haven't been ruined. Clearly between your haughty elf pride and your obnoxious declarations about what I can and cannot do you have forgotten how much I control I have over your life. You are mine.

"I decide when and whether you eat. Where and how you sleep. Who you mate with. Who you talk to. I am in control down to the finest hair. Every breath of yours is at my leisure. I am far from done with you, slave, because you are mine," he snarled, bringing his face low to her's.
 
Kaura's eyes squeezed tightly shut when the stone smashed into the ground, hitting with enough impact to bury it deep into the dirt. Abel leaned forward, snarling at her like an animal as he tried to spell out their places. "I will never be yours." She growled back. "You can beat me into complacency, drug me happy, but that is not owning me." She told him with her own snarl, her eyes locked onto his face. "Your control over me doesn't exist. The moment your venom washes out, the marks from your beatings fade... I will be myself once more. You are a fool to believe otherwise, vampire!"

He brought his face in close to hers, and she did the only thing she could think to, a move of contempt she had seem a human perform once. With a growl and almost animal like snarl, she spat in his face. "You'd be wiser to kill me!"
 
Abel let out a low, angry growl when Kaura's spittle hit his cheek. It he slowly wiped it off and smeared it across the elf's face, with no effort spared for gentleness. He was certain he came fairly close to breaking her nose, given how hard he pressed her head into the ground. "You are mine and the more you struggle and resist that, the harder your life will become." He told her through that growl, his aflame with anger. That was absolutely unacceptable and negative reinforcement needed to be at hand then and there. He gathered a fistful of Kaura's hair, fingers dug nearly into her scalp, and hauled the elf up.

He all but dragged her to the nearest tree and threw her against it so that she was facing it. After a large open handed wallop to her rear he barked, "Hold the tree!"
 
Kaura grinded her teeth in pain as Abel ground her face into the dirt, smashing her delicate features, and smearing them with her own spit. She growled, too angry to feel the pain, and struggled uselessly as he grabbed her by her hair, and dragged her roughly to her feet. He threw her against a tree and she clung to it, knowing there was no means of escape with her knees bound.

Her fingers dug into the bark, and she closed her eyes, her mouth opening as a single soft note echoes from her lips, the first chord of a soft song. The roots and plants around Abel's feet seemed to come to life, and gripped his body tightly, pulling him self Kaura. At the same time vines fell as if on their own from the tree, creating a protective shield between her and her aggressor. She kept singing, a melancholy tune, lost in the magic that it wove.
 
Abel was taken by surprise by the roots that came up and wrapped around his feet, hanging ivy suddenly hid her from view. Ridiculous! The vampire cursed, pulling on the roots with his blood augmented strength. His grip managed to pulp the roots in some places, taking out the plants wholesale. But it was those damnable roots, thick, beneath yards of dirt, somehow malleable and able to befuddle him. There had to be a more efficient way to deal with this. He bent backwards to the ground and grabbed a rock, barely managing to dodge a bush that went to grab his thick arm.

His voice rang out in a profoundly pure base, robust where Kaura was melancholy. The rock melted and morphed in his hand into a hilt that wrapped around his fingers to fortify his fist and a wicked sharp blade with a serrated edge. With strong hacking chops he managed to make short work of the roots, though continually escaping their grasp did keep up quite a bit of his attention. He lashed out forward with the knife, hacking at the surprisingly thick vines that hung from the old tree he had thrown her against. This could not stand.

He would not be bested by an elf, much less he had beaten and paraded naked through a horde of hyper critical cat calls. This was untenable. If she got away with this now, what next? What would could happen? She would kill him and move on, adding the fabled evil vampire overlord to his death by tricking him into her territory like some task for a fabled hero. That was all he would be. Hundreds of years of intrigue, scandal, military career, strong business holdings, loves longed and lost and replaced by emptiness, banished beneath the legend of some elven outcast. Impossible. Abel would not allow it. He could not all it.

Simple as that. He would not lose. He would not die. He would not be restrained. He would get to Kaura and win. He would not be relinquished to some other impossible task she had completed!

With that driving passion the vampire lunged through her protective barrier, grabbing the elf by the neck and squeezing.
 
The outside world was lost to Kaura as she sang, her voice growing stronger with each note, more determined. The plants rose to her defense, the weapon of here people, the forest. What halted the vampire onslaught centuries ago when they tried to venture into the woods, only to be slain by the most harmless of plants. Elves drew power from the fire they sent to burn through their forests, only making them mightier. The perfect defense.

In the hands of an adult. But Kaura's short life only gave her little time to learn all she had to, and so much more was lost to her. As impressive as her song was, she separated her body from herself in a way no experienced Elf would, and connected with the plants too deeply. Her body writhed in agony behind the ivy shield, feeling the blow of stone as he cut down the plants, destroying the extension of her body.

Her song only grew sadder, pitching up as he tore through her guardians, and slayed her only chance to survive. She was so lost in her song that she didn't see Abel reach through the plants, and quickly grab hold of her, his hand encircling around her neck and squeezing hard enough to choke off her air... Ending the song. Her mouth worked for a few moments longer, trying to choke out more notes, before her mind crashed back into her, and she realized how hopeless it was. The plants fell limp again, so longer aided by her magic, and a cold wind blew across the clearing, singing sadly through the trees as the very forest mourned for Kaura's loss.
 
The vampire was relieved when the roots and plants suddenly stopped churning, when the ivy stopped trying to pull him apart from her. He physically hauled her backwards before quickly cutting off strips of her roughly gathered clothing. He stuffed one bundle in her open, gasping mouth and then quickly wrapped the other strip around her head, tying it tightly to gag her. With that he pushed her face first against the ground, then physically straddled her back, grabbing her arms and wrenching them around her back. He held her much slimmer arms and tied them with another strip off of her dress, then another, and another. Three tightly wound and tightly knotted ropes kept her arms restrained behind her back, wrist to elbows.

There would be no getting away now. "You accuse me of shaming you, of taking your dignity and even your honor." He grabbed Kaura by that beautiful, full hair of her's and pulled up, arcing her torso from the ground. "Those are things that cannot be taken, merely given up. You lost your dignity and your honor in the face of the insurmountable. You weakling. To think I was beginning to respect you." His tone was utterly disgusted, almost as though he were repulsed by the woman.

He leaned down and put his mouth against her neck above the collar. Here he would teach her about being ashamed. She would orgasm while he fucked her, bruised and beaten, gagged and tied, on the ground in the forest where she had held the possibility of winning a moment ago. That would be humiliating. That would be awful. His fangs pierced into her, the so-called venom in his saliva sinking into her blood. He lightly drank of her, slowly, so slowly, making sure she got a large dose of the drug. He ran his tongue over the bite until it healed, then repeated the process a few inches away.

He picked the young elf by the shoulder and dragged her across the ground to the tree where she had churned up the earth in defense. He sat back against it and pulled the restrained elf onto his lap. One of his hands was already beneath her rough dress, shorn now much closer to her waist, slowly kneading her pert breasts.
 
Kaura hadn't the energy to try to escape from Abel as he hauled her from the tree. She stumbled forward, lightheaded and weak, barely able to put any any resistance at all as he tore through her dress. He jammed peices of cloth into her mouth, smothering any chance she had to protest his actions. He tied the gag in place and pushed her onto the ground, wrenching her arms behind her back, and tying them with more strips of her make shift dress. Again, she uttered no protest, and let him tie her arms tightly, removing any chance for escape at all.

He growled at her, and his words made her wince... Partially because he suspected they were true. If she was truly honorable, like the mature Elves of her village, then she could maintain her dignity in the face of whatever he did with her. But she wasn't older, she was still young, and frightened. Her pulse pounded wildly in fear as his tone turned to repulsion, and she shrank back, actually feeling a pang of guilt that she had done something to cause him to feel so much contempt for her.

He treated her like an animal. Not even as a beloved pet, but a wild beast he intended to break. He had not been so rough with her even in the pits, with no regard to her pain, her emotion, or her well being. He simply ducked his head, and buried his fangs into her neck.

Again that euphoric feeling consumed her. It mixed together with the other emotions, swelling and rising in her until she didn't realize she was being moved. He led her back to the tree that once almost saved her existence, and pulled her into his lap. Her knees pressed into the dirt on either side of him, and she tilted her head back as his hands found their way under the rough shift that served as her dress. A sob broke from her throat as she realized he would take her again here, mating with her for no better reason than to show her she was worthless. Not even his venom could hold down that feeling of shame.
 
Abel took his time molesting Kaura, slowly and steadily spreading the warmth of his head hands through her chest. He lightly drew his fingernails against the sensitive skin of her chest, his breath going in and out next to her ear. He roughly pulled her up and undid the bola from around her legs. The vampire wrapped his around her's, drawing her legs back so that she was open, vulnerable. A questing hand found her bare nether regions and clinically explored, rubbing against the hard nub of her clit in great waves of his hand. "That's right, Kaura. You know you like it. If you want it to feel even better, just wiggle your firm little thighs," he whispered, almost cruel in his coaxing. This was how he would make her feel shame. Showing her that without the honor and dignity she had given up she was no better than a wild animal, slave to her impulses.
 
Abel unwound his bola from her legs, freeing them easily as she tried to gain reign over her body. He seemed to enjoy taunting her now, teasing her body with light touches and scratches along her breasts. His breath was hot on her ear, blowing against it as he whispered to her cruelly. His hand found its way between her thighs to her sex. He expertly teased her, and she reluctantly moaned, trying desperately to keep her hips still as he teased her clit. Submitting to this was something she could not let herself do so easily. She would show him she had every bit of dignity she had before, even in losing. She didn't resist his touches, but nor did she respond to them, controlling herself with an iron firm grip on her mind she refused to release.

She would not be shamed.
 
Abel was, as ever, implacable. Part of the friction between Kaura and Abel was likely because they were each proverbially the rock and the hard place. The vampire ever so lightly drew the tip of his tongue along the outside of her Kaura's highly developed ear before his lips wrapped around the tip of her ear and he ever so slowly sucked in, briefly rasping against her flesh. There was an alarming level of intimacy as he put his lips to hear ear, almost as if he were doing purposefully to put her on edge. Which he was. His voice was soft and crisp in her ear, his tone warm and almost cajoling, "You remember what you felt last night? All that pleasure arching through your body. All you have to do is move your thighs and you'll be at the crest of that tidal wave, riding it again."
 
She couldn't help but to squirm slightly when his lips met her ears again, licking slowly up and down the shell of her ear. It was becoming harder and harder for her to maintain her control, and she ached to be able to tilt her head, to give him better access. He spoke softly to her, and she did consider the offer. The opportunity to feel so much more, to experience so much more... It was tempting, and she ached to be able to feel it just once more... But not like this.... Not in anger.

She turned her head slightly to meet his eyes, full of sadness now, but no anger, and sighed though the gag. She leaned her head against his shoulder, and nuzzled him lightly, giving him reign to do as he pleased... But she refused to enjoy mating out of spite.
 
Besides initial squirming, the only reaction Abel got was dopey eyes and the elf girl nuzzling his shoulder. Clearly she was stoned out of her gourd. But it did take her delicate ear out of easy reach so he gently sucked on the other, doing his best to tease her with his expressive lips and dexterous fingers. He knew something was happening within her body, even if she would not bend to it, that there was at least some sensation assailing her. "You can cute when you want to," the vampire admitted out loud, looking down at her nuzzling into his shoulder. There was no other way to describe it. "But you can also feel good. Imagine the feeling of your legs tensing, your sex getting so hot, becoming so aware of it then... Blissful completion."
 
Kaura buried her head into Abel's shoulder, and nuzzled into him, trying to ignore the sensations that raged out of control through her body. She shuddered once, and choked back a moan, reminding herself that she could not allow herself to bend, not like this. Even when his lips landed on her ear again, lightly sucking as he worked, murmuring to her almost gently, urging her to submit to the pleasure. His words made her shiver again, and she had to close her eyes, trying to force out every pleasurable sensation, feeling word, and remain impassive, resolute. She would not crack, absolutely would not crack.
 
One of Abel's fingers slipped down her wet sex and slipped into her entrance, his palm sliding back and forth across that sensitive pearl, finger sliding in and out. "Do you remember the feeling of my member inside of you?" His voice was a hushed, dirty whisper in her ear full of lusty, "Do you remember being filled up? How good that felt? You can feel that again." It was a lascivious suggestion straight into the elf's ear even as she tried to bury her face into his shoulder.

He removed his legs from around Kaura's and slowly brought her up and turned her around so that she was lightly pressed against that great tree. He widened her knees with his arm, his member hardening against her. "To be filled up with me until you feel like you're going to explode. Don't you want that? To feel us fit together so perfectly, like we were made to do this one thing?" He whispered lascivious straight into her ear, the head of his engorged member running up and down her wet sex.
 
His fingers acted like magic on her nerves, and she shivered in response to his every teasing brush. He stroked her slit, and rubbed in and out of her tight sex, bringing her such pleasure, it was hard to hold it back. Her teeth clenched down hard on the gag, grinding it hard to distract herself and keep from moaning, but even then it was difficult, almost impossibly difficult to keep quiet. He whispered to her low and lusty, and again she almost gave in. He didn't sound hateful not, spiteful or cruel. Wasn't that what she was protesting, being taken like a whore in anger, with no tenderness behind it?

He unwound them from one another, and pressed her lightly to the tree, easing her back before spreading her legs. She allowed him to see her, and tensed when he moved forward, the head of his hard cock pressing to her wet and ready sex. He asked his questions softly, and she had to close her eyes, knowing it was right. It HAD felt so right yesterday, so full of him, as if her body was created for the sole purpose of pleasing his. But then she didn't know she was drugged, and that changed everything... She thought.

She nodded her head some, letting him know that yes she remembered, but still help back, that last bit of stubborn pride keeping her from shattering under his pleasures.
 
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