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Rachel [Katon & Zenia]

Rachel got up and glared at him, "and if I don't?" She asked him calmly, she wanted to know the answer and weigh her options carefully. She didn't like being ordered around, that much was proven from last night, she wiped her bottom lip with the back of her hand staining it with a smudge of red. She wished she had stayed with Peter that night, maybe he wouldn't have been able to get in the church since it was, well a church. Then again who knows what was real and what was fake about what she read about vampire.

She was furious at him for coming here this night of all nights. This night was the only night that had special meaning to her, the most sacred night for her and he had defaced it into his own personal torture session. She clenched her fists tightly, she wanted to kick him, but doubted it would hurt him at all.
 
She was back, the definite and irritating Rachel from the night before. Obviously too stubborn and head strong for her own good. Standing there in front of Viktor she mocked his position, insinuating that she had a choice. She didn’t, he held all the cards. His strength greater than hers his standing within the relationship they now had invoked him as the one who made the decisions. She would only be allowed to chose if she followed them on demand or through her own ignorance.

She was soon to find out her place. The games the night before had amused Viktor but if this was going to be her normal routine he would soon have to change that.

“And if I don’t?” Viktor snaps as he comes to his feet. Walking across the room taking his time he continues to probe her train of thought.

“And if you don’t, then things still go my way but you enjoy it far less. If fact you will endure it, and there will be no end.”

Noticing that’s she has cut her lip Viktor’s animal senses pick up on the scent of the blood. With a lighting thrust he grabs Rachel’s neck, knowing the wind out of her throat has he does. Dazed slightly she doesn’t regain full awareness until she feels his cold breath on her face. Breathing heavily he pulls her mouth close to his and runs his tongue around her bottom lip, getting a slight taste for the remenance of blood resting on the cut.

“Your alive because I chose for you to be alive, I suspend my self from taking your blood. You serve a grater purpose to me, one of entertainment! As soon as I tire or you become too difficult our relationship ends and of course, your life! So keep your defiance going but you only burn your own bridges by doing so.”

Having held her for enough time Viktor releases Rachel and lets her drop to the floor.

“Think about your options little girl. Mine are the ones that see you coming out of his favourably.”

Waiting for her response Viktor stands above her, not moving. Allowing his shadow to cast over her and bring her to feel ever more helpless and alone.
 
Rachel felt his tongue run across her bottom lip, and shivered a bit, as he dropped her she fell to her knees, "so humans to you fall into two catergories food or enterainment?" she muttered getting to her feet. "How do humans entrain the undead?" she asked him, her way of showing that she has given in for now. She meant what she said last night about not wanting to join her family yet. She at least wanted to find their killer before she did.

"he is cold blooded just like the killer would be..." she thought to herself. Her braids were coming undone and her dress was a bit tattered and dirty.
 
“Humans are nothing to me, they cast my kind away, read the books! We are always the villains, so that’s the way I’ll be!” His anger and spitefulness to the world finally showing through. The years of having to feed on the scraps of society with no thanks final causing him to snap.

Standing before him the girl had back bone, but it’s not what Viktor wanted in his play thing. Her head lowered before him Viktor decides one more time that he will invoke his will onto her and see if she responds better this time. Pacing back over towards the door he took his seat once more and relaxed him self.

“Humans don’t entertain the undead as you so elegantly mock my kind. But you, you will entertain me. As I requested off you before, strip for me, show me your willingness to give your self to me. Please me enough and I will let you have a little present I brought.” His evil smile shinning through, this fangs more pronounced, seemingly wanting to escape his mouth and pierce into Rachel’s soft neck.
 
Rachel glared at him before sighing, "humans are afraid of what they do not know, you think your kind is the only they cast away? Hell they cast away themselves too..." she muttered and unbuttoned her jacket and shirt, she placed them on the floor. She did the same with her skirt, she wore this time a matching white bra and white panties. She stood there her arms crossed over her chest, she saw his fangs and shivered slightly, "...you remind me of someone I have never met..." she said cryptically.
 
Though she carried out his orders it seemed the ordeal wasn’t bothering her as much as the more social aspects of her life.
Still she had done as he had commanded and was willing to allow her some lenience for the moment. Standing there with her arms crossed she shivered, unknowing if it was the room temperature of something else Viktor just admired her body taking his time to allow his eyes to linger over her every curve.

“pfft, humans need to help them selves, you all have the chance to get along. You don’t though, preferring to be the victim, always. Nothing is ever a humans fault. Why should you be cast aside anyway. I see no reason why you would be all alone. You even managed to squeeze a date in before coming to tend to me.” Mockingly grinning at Rachel probing into her dealing before she returned home.
 
Rachel frowned at that and then burst out laughing, "you thought that was a date? Oh that is rich! You read the newspaper right? Well if you were here ten years ago to this day there was an article in the front page about a shocking horrific crime. Think back, try to remember what that said!" she snapped at him. "That was no date, I can tell you that much!" she yelled at him. Her eyes cold, ten years ago her family was murdered she was the only survivor of the crime, she never saw the criminal, but she never gave up searching.
 
“Why should I care about your past, and if it was a date perhaps it was a girl friend? Maybe we could get a little group thing going?” Continuing to mock her, degrading her down to a bisexual.
The newspaper could have been any, humans complained about the world on a regular basis, as long as they still roamed the streets ready to become his next meal nothing mattered to him.

“My heart would love to bleed for your sad sob story but it can’t. Your just a complainer like the rest, stop folding your arms and be a bit more creative. Slip off that bra and come her and show me some attention.” Snapping his fingers as he orders Rachel over.
 
Rachel glared at him clenching her fists she took off her bra and put it with the rest of her clothes, what he had said had angered her beyond belief. She slowly walked over to him rage in each step, raising her arm she looks like she wants to slap him. Her eyes were colder then ice, they looked like they could freeze the world with one glance. Her heart was beating fast, rage pumping into every vein in her body seeping out of her pores.
 
As her bra came off her breasts were revealed. As perfect as Viktor had hopped, all he wanted to do was to grab them and be as rough as he wanted. So long since he had seen a real pair, he gave a thankful as well as the moves with her body’s motion. 100% natural, just the way he liked his humans. Her glared stood icy cold as she did nothing but look through Viktor, either her hate was building to a higher level or he had manage to offend the young woman.

“You look a little tense, I think we should play a little game, would help relax you and also show you that you are not as fierce as you think.”

Standing up from his seat he steps forward to come face to face with her. Reaching his hand he strokes her body, allowing only the slightest touch as to chill her skin. Moving his hand up her body and towards her chest he looks of icy death only increase as her hatred for this man boils through.

“Your angry at me, you hate me for what I am and you hate me for what im doing. Look at your fists all clenched up, the last defence holding your rage in. so we can play a game if you want. Attack me my little slut, throw your fists my way, let your rage out and hurt me like you so want.”

Putting his arms around her he moves his hands down to her behind and caresses each cheek with a hand and whispers more to her.

“Strike me, hate me more. With every attack you throw I will push you back. The more you attack the more I do until I manage to restrain you, then your mine, and no amount of hate will free you until im pleased with you. Will you take this opportunity? Or submit now? Give your self now and let me have my fun un-hindered.”
 
Rachel glared at him feeling his touch, she heard what he said and glared at him. Looking at him for a bit she gave him her answer by punching him in the jaw with all her might. She wanted to hurt him, to make him take back the insults of her and towards her deceased family, she would certainly not tolerate them on this day, the day of their death. "I hate you...." she hissed at him trembling with rage.
 
A sharp sting across his jaw as Rachel took the initiative and let her anger and fist fly. Striking him across the jaw Viktor tilts his head with the blow, though she can not truly hurt him he still feels pain and can burse just like a human.
Her hiss of hatred catches his ear as he turns him self to face her once more, giving her nothing more than and blank stair he swoops his arm around her side and pulls her close to him as if he was going to hug her. With her in his grip he slides his hand onto her stomach and up to her breast. Gliding his fingers up and around her breast he squeezes and pushed her away with some varied level of force.

Rubbing his jaw as it begins to tingle he can feel his regenerative properties kicking in, regenerating any damaged skin cells bruised by the blow. He had just fed, she would have to amount more of an assault to cause any damage.

“Is that all you can muster. With such a weak blow no wonder that murder left you to live, you must have been the runt of family. If humans didn’t protect the weak I bet you would have died naturally by now. Was your date the one who looked after you. Stopped the big bad world ending your sorry existence as well.” His evil views on the world coupled with hatred and immaturity he teases Rachel well below the belt. Hopping to cause her to break down and just want him to end her life now.
 
Rachel stumbled back as he pushed her away. She heard his words and tears ran down her face, "Shut the fuck up!" She yelled at him, clenching her fists again, she wanted to punch him. "Weren't you taught to respect the dead!" She yelled at him trembling. "If your goal was to make me want to beg you to end me. You are wrong, I won't do that until I find their killer. I will endure...." she muttered. She didn't mention anything about Father Peter wanting to leave him out of this so that he wouldn't have any more leverage on her.
 
Laughing at the tearful and distressed woman Viktor relishes in the moment. Trying to control his laughter while speaking he can do nothing more but laugh at her latest comment. “Respect the dead! That’s rich look at me you dumb bitch I’ve been there and got the tee-shirt. I’ve been dead for longer than you’ve probably been alive.”

His words a swift reminder that though she had lost everyone, inevitably the same fate had happened to him, though some moment in his life.
Rachel just stood there, she did look an amusing picture to him, stood in nothing but her underpants crying to him as if he would shower her any compassion or remorse for her loss.

“My goal is to make you beg, and you will. I always get what I want, I got you to strip I got you to hit me, your just a weak little puppet. And your mine to play with, look at you so angry so filled with hate. I wonder what your family thinks. Tell me did they beg when they were being killed, Is that why you belive you wont. You were the weakest of them all. The murder let you live through pity.”
 
Rachel froze her mind remembering the screams of her family, "...they didn't have the chance to beg, he cut out their tongues after a while..." she hissed at him. Her mind was now in her past a memory that she had repressed and she frowned rubbing her head a bit. She closed her eyes and muttered something under her breath. A blurry figure was in her mind and she tried to cls=arify the image but could not.
 
“Guess because im a vampire you’re now blaming me, I don’t care history blames the minority. I won’t cut your tongue out, id gag you if I needed to shut you up!”

She has managed to compose her self once more as in turn just stood there, some horrific images of her family or just searching for more convenient truths to blame him fro their departure. It mattered little, the more she hated him the more fun he could have with her as time went on.
She hadn’t attacked with the full ferocity in which he through she was capable of. She was now subdued in her thoughts. It didn’t even look as if she registered she was near enough naked In front of a man who’s intentions were less than noble.
Capitalising in her brief laps of concentration Viktor again moves closer the proceeding so far have done little to excite him more than amuse him.
 
Rachel snapped back into reality seeing him closer she backs up a bit in fear. "....never said I was blaming you for it." she stated calmly her heart beating faster and faster, she found she was backed up against the wall. "...shit..." she muttered as she started to panic. She looked around to look for a weapon, she was looking for anything sharp to stab him with.

She used one arm to cover her breasts. The other to feel around her for something loose or sharp, either one would do if she needed a weapon.
 
She looked flustered, she had no protection from her clothing now. A rather attractive set of underpants were the only thing she had. Attempting to protect her self with one arm and fumbling around with the other Viktor allowed her some time. He did enjoy building her hope and shattering it, the process of breaking her was more enjoyable than anything else for the moment.

Feeling the time was right that the pair should become more intimate Viktor moves across the room and throws his jacket down and begins to lift his shirt over his head. He wanted to feel her soft warm skin against his dulled and cold body.
 
Rachel found no weapon and sighed, she put her other arm around her breast to cover them more, she looked like some high class european model when she did so, she muttered a few curses in chinese out of old habit. She slithered along the room to get to a lamp on the other side of the room. She saw him remove his jacket and shirt and bit her lip softly in fear, not enough to make it bleed. Her hair fell over her shoulder like an ebony opal waterfall.
 
As he moved closer she moved away, trying to add some distance between them, desperately trying to avoid him. Trying to avoid the inevitable, no one was going to save her, no one cared for her she was his for the taking. And she had wasted enough times with her weak and feeble complaints at his unjust reasons for being in her apartment.

She continued moving her way along the wall her back pressed firmly against it, she was holding her self now, both arms used to try and protect her from Viktor’s gaze. He watched as he walked over, her movements against the wall the way her hair fell down and that every inch of her looked as soft as the other. The want he had burning inside of him became a need and she would soon be nothing more than a tool to facilitate his desires.

With less than a few steps between the pair Viktor thrust his hand out striking his palm against the wall and using his arm as a barrier to stop Rachel from moving away. Looking across he could see a lamp, a weapon she was no doubt moving towards and hoping to use it to stop him for exacting his dark desires. It mattered not to Viktor if she wanted him or not now, he was playing games with her but she was now playing games with him. Offering her self by undressing then turning her willingness around and not submitting.
He had the cuffs in his bag and he had the strength to over power her. As always to him he held all the power and soon he would hold complete power over the defiant woman.

As his palm slammed into the wall the noise echoed slightly a testament to his annoyance at the situation. She was his to play with and should duly allow him what he wanted with out question. With his hand still pressed against the wall he steps into Rachel, he back pressed against the wall she can do nothing to stand before him.

“Stop moving away! You’re just making everything worse. Im not going to hurt you, though as you keep taking the piss, I might just have to put you in your place. Take your hands, move them around my body, feel my strength my perfection, feel the body you will soon serve!”

His cold breath rolling over her shoulders and neck as he spoke. Viktor had grown tired of allowing her freedom and what he considered mercy. Soon she would dread everything he was and everything she would become.
 
Rachel heard him slam his hand on the wall and flinched at the loud noise. She was trembling a bit in fear, she wanted to scream but she felt like there was a huge lump in her throat locking it close. Hearing him claim he was perfect she couldn't help but snort, "nobody is perfect, that is narcissm. You aren't perfect, you have weaknesses, one is probably the sun...." she muttered to him before she could stop herself. Goose bumps had risen from her neck from where his cold breath touched her neck.
 
“Regardless of any weakness I have humans have become increasingly weak over the centuries. Whilst vampires have managed to progress some what, is it with out doubt which race between us is the more evolved and better suited to survival.”

Stepping in and pushing his body against Rachel’s he could feel a tingle as his cold body pressed against her warm body and they exchanged their heat. Fear had once again found it’s way into Rachel. This time Viktor would capitalise on this fear that now coursed through her veins, she would be made to feel helpless and defenceless.

Interesting how she had obviously been looking into way that a vampire could be killed, not that it mattered. A keen concept of time had been acquired by Viktor over the years and he wasn’t foolish enough to leave him self vulnerable. He had, had his moments but they were all part of a learning curve.

Pulling his hand from the wall he used both of his arms to pull Rachel away at the same time, spinning her on the spot and moving her away from the wall. As he pulled her Viktor side steps out of the way allowing Rachel to brush past him. A cheeky placement of his boot sent her falling forward and back down to the floor once more.
As she hit the floor Viktor could do nothing but smile, a glimpse of her prefect behind enough to stir his inner desires to make her his once more.

Following her along as she crashed to the floor Viktor snatches his bag from the floor and opens it, pulling the shackles out as he tosses the bag away carelessly. The sound of the chains lightly knocking against each other as he stood over Rachel as she attempted to pick her self up.

Exerting further force over her Viktor strikes her in the centre of her back with his boot, slamming her back down to the floor. The sound of air leaving her lung as she once more hits the hard floor.

As Viktor messed around with the shackles preparing them for his new captive he replaces his foot on her back and twists his heel to catch and pinch her skin.

“Respect is what I deserve, snort at me again and I will treat you like the pig you so accurately mimic. Now place your hands behind your back, we will soon see who the weaker being is.”
 
Rachel felt him press against her and sucked in her breath, hiding her fear. She felt his ice hands wrap around her arms and put her weight into her feet to resist his pull, but it was useless, like putting a paper bag over a bomb hoping to stop it from exploding. She was spun around and yanked, she wanted to hit him, but he sidestepped out of the way and then kicked her causing her to fall down.

She felt the skin on her palm and legs tear a bit from the fall, and let out a little yelp of pain. She was disorientated, but she heard something clink together and something being thrown. "...chains? But what was the thing he threw? Why would he have chains?" she thought to herself, trying to get her mind back in focus.

She was about to get back up when she felt him push her back down again, tearing her skin again, causing her hands to bleed. She heard his words and thing clicked into place, "...no not chains, shackles! He is going to handcuff me!" she thought to herself grunting in pain as he twisted his heel into her delicate flesh pinching it.

She remained silent to his question and let out a soft sigh, she put her hands on her back palms turned away from him, she didn't really think that would help any, but to her it was a small show of defiance to him.
 
As Rachel willingly placed her hands behind her back Viktor released his foot. Her submitance was all he needed. Dropping to one knee he immediately made a grab for her hands, clasping her wrists his hands and turning them to better accept the shackles. As he linked the shackles around her wrists the light jangle of the links knocking against each other is all that could be herd. The anticipation of finally having her truly helpless excited Viktor and he took great pleasure and time in ensuring she could not escape.

With her hands firmly behind her back Viktor gives a little tug on the chain, pulling Rachel’s shoulder blades together as he does causing her to wince slightly at the feeling. Standing up Viktor looks down over his handy work and can do nothing but smile. He says nothing, he lefts the silence linger hoping that Rachel will detest in some way.

With her face down on the floor she will no doubt have problems getting to her feet on her own. So under the silence of the situation Viktor moved around her room, allowing his steps to be herd as he walks around the room looking at her pictures and anything else she has left on the side. Glancing at her as he does so admiring and teasing him self with the delight that the poor woman is soon t o suffer at his hands.
 
Rachel winced as he tugged the chains, hearing him say nothing she couldn't help but feel annoyed. "I will get him back for this" she thought to herself trying to get to her feet but failing. In the silence she heard him walk around her room and frowned, "If you are looking for valuables I have none." she replied calmly, "except for the necklace that belonged to my mom and the bracelet from my sister, but those are not worth any money...at least I think not." she thought to herself as she turned her head slightly catching a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye she saw he was near a letter Father Peter sent to her on her birthday last year. The letter was telling her to accept god into her heart, to move back to the church and to have gods protection if she didn't want to as well as wishing her a happy birthday, just the usual thing.
 
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