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Author: C C Phoenixx
feed from her that very moment. Though what he was about to do next would surely test his restraint. Leaning down he moved his tongue over the wound, licking clean the blood, his saliva mending the gash in her flesh.
He sighed when he pulled away, every part of him thirsting for her blood, her life as it's being sucked out of her, her pleasure as it transferred to him, making everything around him blur away. Vince wasn't sure how a human such as Viktoria could possess so much power of him, it was disconcerting, yet he welcomed it every moment he got.
Vince sat down on the bed and pulled Viktoria to him, resting her head against his chest, his hands stroking her hair as she regained her strength. When he was sure that Viktoria would be fine on her own he'd go and rip his brother to shreds. Vince would savor every second of it, drink Jon's blood while he was still clinging onto the last shreds of life he could get, then he would behead him. It would be a long proces s, but he'd enjoy it very much.
Viktoria stirred in his arms an hour and a half later for the hundredth time, awakening him from some kind of awkward sleep. Vince had entered a state of being half-awake and half-asleep throughout that period she had awoken and fell back asleep.
Groaning quietly and blowing black hair out his scarlet eyes, Vince sat up and brushed hair out of Viktoria's scrunched up face.
"Vince?" She whispered uncertainly, cautiously as if she was afraig that it was Jon holding her in his clutches.
Vince felt a little less stressed out when she said his name without the 'master' part. "Yeah, Viktoria , how are you feeling?"
She sighed and tried struggling to sit up, then realizing it was a lost cause she settled back into his arms and said, "Sore all over, a little light headed and a little tired, extremely..." her words trailed off as she slipped back under into unconsciousness, leaving Vince as angry as ever.
Jon, he thought bitterly for the hundredth time.
He wasn't sure what Jon was hoping to accomplish with the stunt he pulled at breakfast, but he was sure that his brother was up to something and Vince would made it his goal to figure out Jon's motives, even if it was the last thing he did. No one would hurt his Viktoria and get away with it, except for him.
He looked down at Viktoria and thought, If I'm going to do this, I'll do it for Viktoria . I have a claim on her, Jon crossed the line and nearly killed my property – and if he was being entirely honest with himself – his most prized possession.
Chapter 7
Tori felt as if she were a cube of ice as she struggled to wake up and move her limbs. She remembered Vince talking to her earlier, but no matter how hard she tried to awaken she couldn't...dreams assaulted her as she fell back into sleep....those dreams were the reality of the past- of her past. They were t he turning point in her life...
Tori smirked flirtatiously at the bartender, flipping her snow-white hair over her bared shoulder. She knew that this wasn't her, but the break-up had pushed her over the edge and she NEEDED to escape the pain...the only other thing she could think of was a sex on the beach and a night out by herself.
"Ma'am, I'm not sure..." the guy said, but by the smirk on his face Tori knew she had him.
"Call me Tori," she purred, "all I want is one drink..."
"How old are you?" He asked.
"Why don't you tell me?" She countered, leaning over the bar and running her finger down his strong bicep.
"Fine, one drink." He muttered after staring into her eyes for a minute.
Tori sighed and sat back on her stool, she didn't think telling the bartender- who looked to be seventeen- that she was nineteen would be a good idea. At that moment she suddenly wished she had Vince back so he could get her what she wanted, he used to be there for her....
Well, that was ten years ago, she
He sighed when he pulled away, every part of him thirsting for her blood, her life as it's being sucked out of her, her pleasure as it transferred to him, making everything around him blur away. Vince wasn't sure how a human such as Viktoria could possess so much power of him, it was disconcerting, yet he welcomed it every moment he got.
Vince sat down on the bed and pulled Viktoria to him, resting her head against his chest, his hands stroking her hair as she regained her strength. When he was sure that Viktoria would be fine on her own he'd go and rip his brother to shreds. Vince would savor every second of it, drink Jon's blood while he was still clinging onto the last shreds of life he could get, then he would behead him. It would be a long proces s, but he'd enjoy it very much.
Viktoria stirred in his arms an hour and a half later for the hundredth time, awakening him from some kind of awkward sleep. Vince had entered a state of being half-awake and half-asleep throughout that period she had awoken and fell back asleep.
Groaning quietly and blowing black hair out his scarlet eyes, Vince sat up and brushed hair out of Viktoria's scrunched up face.
"Vince?" She whispered uncertainly, cautiously as if she was afraig that it was Jon holding her in his clutches.
Vince felt a little less stressed out when she said his name without the 'master' part. "Yeah, Viktoria , how are you feeling?"
She sighed and tried struggling to sit up, then realizing it was a lost cause she settled back into his arms and said, "Sore all over, a little light headed and a little tired, extremely..." her words trailed off as she slipped back under into unconsciousness, leaving Vince as angry as ever.
Jon, he thought bitterly for the hundredth time.
He wasn't sure what Jon was hoping to accomplish with the stunt he pulled at breakfast, but he was sure that his brother was up to something and Vince would made it his goal to figure out Jon's motives, even if it was the last thing he did. No one would hurt his Viktoria and get away with it, except for him.
He looked down at Viktoria and thought, If I'm going to do this, I'll do it for Viktoria . I have a claim on her, Jon crossed the line and nearly killed my property – and if he was being entirely honest with himself – his most prized possession.
Chapter 7
Tori felt as if she were a cube of ice as she struggled to wake up and move her limbs. She remembered Vince talking to her earlier, but no matter how hard she tried to awaken she couldn't...dreams assaulted her as she fell back into sleep....those dreams were the reality of the past- of her past. They were t he turning point in her life...
Tori smirked flirtatiously at the bartender, flipping her snow-white hair over her bared shoulder. She knew that this wasn't her, but the break-up had pushed her over the edge and she NEEDED to escape the pain...the only other thing she could think of was a sex on the beach and a night out by herself.
"Ma'am, I'm not sure..." the guy said, but by the smirk on his face Tori knew she had him.
"Call me Tori," she purred, "all I want is one drink..."
"How old are you?" He asked.
"Why don't you tell me?" She countered, leaning over the bar and running her finger down his strong bicep.
"Fine, one drink." He muttered after staring into her eyes for a minute.
Tori sighed and sat back on her stool, she didn't think telling the bartender- who looked to be seventeen- that she was nineteen would be a good idea. At that moment she suddenly wished she had Vince back so he could get her what she wanted, he used to be there for her....
Well, that was ten years ago, she
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