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Author: C C Phoenixx
this was going. Vince glared at his brother for a prolonged moment while everyone else in the room held their breath. Vince slid his scarlet gaze over to Tori.
"What do you think, Viktoria ?" He asked quietly.
Tori felt all the eyes in the room slice towards her, she knew every vampire's eyebrow was raised with intrigue and she knew that she wasn't going to get out of this easily. When a vampire challenges another of its kind in a territorial demur, than it was bound to end with one of the two's head being ripped from that vampire's shoulders. But everyone in the dinning room knew that this wasn't a usual confrontation, a vampire didn't usually ask the craved item what they thought!
Panicked and hiding it well, Tori bowed her head so her hair hung around her face like a curtain. She answered quietly and politely, "It does not matter to me, Master."
Visibly clenching his teeth, Vince ground out, "Let this blood-trade only last for this meal, brother, she is mine." He made it very clear that Tori was not to be shared as she made her way over to the blond one and Maria, Jon's usual choice, glided nervously towards Vince.
"Begin feeding," Vince ordered.
Tori was cautious as she sat on Jon's lap and stared into his fiendishly smiling crimson eyes, he was up to something, she could tell....she promised herself right then that she would find out what he was planning, even if it killed her.
So, brushing her hair away from her throat, ignoring Vince's eyes that bore holes into her neck, she bared her jugular. Tori expected the usual sharp jab of pain and then the bliss of being fed from....but she wasn't prepared for what was going to happen next.
Chapter 6
The pain was so intense that Tori knew right away that Jon was purposely creating her agony, she had tried the best she could to keep in the shriek of torture that achingly clawed its way up her throat. Every time she swallowed back the cry, Jon would push harder...and finally, it was too much.
The scream bounced off the walls, causing everyone but Jon to stop sucking at their servant.
"No! No, stop, please!" Tori whispered, gasping as she repeated and repeated those simple words. She shrieked again, her body going numb, pins and needles racing up her arms, legs, neck, and face.
She was aware of a roar of rage, but all she could focus on was the ache and the color draining from the room....within seconds the universe swallowed her up...nothingness claimed her...and the pain ceased.
Vince pulled away from the slave he had been feeding from the moment he heard her cry out in torment. It wasn't like the scream she would give when the pain got to her, mixed with the ecstasy that always came from his feeding. No, this sound was of pure distress, something Vince thought should not come from an angel.
He was in a daze as he wordlessly slid his seat back and roared with anger as he stalked closer to his brother who held the body of Viktoria in his arms. It was like Vince was watching from outside of his body as he took hold of the girl and seized Jon by the collar of his shirt, hoisting him into the air before flinging him easily across the room into a wall.
Vince could tell that Viktoria was out cold by the way her limbs lolled uselessly like a rag doll's . Seeing that Viktoria needed attention soon he growled in a nearly silent voice that, despite its quietness, chilled and filled the room, "We'll deal with this later, brother. It will not be as pleasant as the snapping of your windpipe, though ripping your head off will be quite enjoyable for me. I'll summon you at midnight, until then...." Vince didn't bother to finish the sentence as he walked out of the room stiffly, Viktoria nestled safely in his arms, well as safe as Viktoria could ever be in his presence.
Vince laid Viktoria down on his bed, glowering at the large and animal-like tear in her throat, it poured blood and it took everything Vince had not to
"What do you think, Viktoria ?" He asked quietly.
Tori felt all the eyes in the room slice towards her, she knew every vampire's eyebrow was raised with intrigue and she knew that she wasn't going to get out of this easily. When a vampire challenges another of its kind in a territorial demur, than it was bound to end with one of the two's head being ripped from that vampire's shoulders. But everyone in the dinning room knew that this wasn't a usual confrontation, a vampire didn't usually ask the craved item what they thought!
Panicked and hiding it well, Tori bowed her head so her hair hung around her face like a curtain. She answered quietly and politely, "It does not matter to me, Master."
Visibly clenching his teeth, Vince ground out, "Let this blood-trade only last for this meal, brother, she is mine." He made it very clear that Tori was not to be shared as she made her way over to the blond one and Maria, Jon's usual choice, glided nervously towards Vince.
"Begin feeding," Vince ordered.
Tori was cautious as she sat on Jon's lap and stared into his fiendishly smiling crimson eyes, he was up to something, she could tell....she promised herself right then that she would find out what he was planning, even if it killed her.
So, brushing her hair away from her throat, ignoring Vince's eyes that bore holes into her neck, she bared her jugular. Tori expected the usual sharp jab of pain and then the bliss of being fed from....but she wasn't prepared for what was going to happen next.
Chapter 6
The pain was so intense that Tori knew right away that Jon was purposely creating her agony, she had tried the best she could to keep in the shriek of torture that achingly clawed its way up her throat. Every time she swallowed back the cry, Jon would push harder...and finally, it was too much.
The scream bounced off the walls, causing everyone but Jon to stop sucking at their servant.
"No! No, stop, please!" Tori whispered, gasping as she repeated and repeated those simple words. She shrieked again, her body going numb, pins and needles racing up her arms, legs, neck, and face.
She was aware of a roar of rage, but all she could focus on was the ache and the color draining from the room....within seconds the universe swallowed her up...nothingness claimed her...and the pain ceased.
Vince pulled away from the slave he had been feeding from the moment he heard her cry out in torment. It wasn't like the scream she would give when the pain got to her, mixed with the ecstasy that always came from his feeding. No, this sound was of pure distress, something Vince thought should not come from an angel.
He was in a daze as he wordlessly slid his seat back and roared with anger as he stalked closer to his brother who held the body of Viktoria in his arms. It was like Vince was watching from outside of his body as he took hold of the girl and seized Jon by the collar of his shirt, hoisting him into the air before flinging him easily across the room into a wall.
Vince could tell that Viktoria was out cold by the way her limbs lolled uselessly like a rag doll's . Seeing that Viktoria needed attention soon he growled in a nearly silent voice that, despite its quietness, chilled and filled the room, "We'll deal with this later, brother. It will not be as pleasant as the snapping of your windpipe, though ripping your head off will be quite enjoyable for me. I'll summon you at midnight, until then...." Vince didn't bother to finish the sentence as he walked out of the room stiffly, Viktoria nestled safely in his arms, well as safe as Viktoria could ever be in his presence.
Vince laid Viktoria down on his bed, glowering at the large and animal-like tear in her throat, it poured blood and it took everything Vince had not to
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