Vlad’s Penthouse – Living room
It was when the Count stared directly at Emilia and demanded that they be left to speak alone, that Emilia knew she was in trouble. Not for anything bad she had brought against her Lordship, but the fact she had pushed herself to go on without feeding to ensure that the Count arrived safe and sound at his new destination. Rheksas did the right thing, leaving the room without question. He knew that the General could hold her own, and that this was to be expected, given the fact her position to protect the Count meant that she was required to maintain her sustenance – the blood of innocents.
She stood regally as the Count approached. “You are starving.” There was no denying it. You could see by the sickly pale colour of her skin that she was in desperate need of a feed. Slowly, she nodded in response, not wanting to raise her voice or deny what they both knew was true. “Emilia, why do you do such things?” This was a good question as well, and he knew her long enough to know the answer. Emilia always put him and his needs first. “I am your General, M’lord” She spoke with honesty, appealing that she felt her duty was to serve him, and fend for herself after. But the Count made it crystal clear, that her well being was important to him. Their eyes locked on one another, and you could see the wavering in her own. Her steely blue irises swirling, flickering, as he chastised her, brushing her cheek and then pushing back her hair behind her ear. It was so rare for him to touch her, and she had not been in contact with a man in so long that this had her almost tearful. She swallowed hard, and felt her head tip forward slightly. Submissive to him. But then a finger was brought up under her chin and she was forced to look at him again. This was almost like torture.
“No more holding back.” A warning, or a promise by him? Before she could answer, he grabbed her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Powerful, cold and dominating. He bit at her lip and teased with his tongue, and she had to stop herself from falling. She couldn’t afford it, she couldn’t be THAT girl. When he pulled away he made his decree.
“You are mine, Emilia. As it has been from the beginning. Never forget that.”
With that, and not a second look back he left the room going to his own room and closing the door. Emilia was left standing there, visibly shaken. Her chin twitched as she sniffed and shook her head. ~Damn him.~
Rheksas appeared from one of the smaller rooms, and he couldn’t help but have overheard what had transpired. He could see the bite marks in her lip. Sighing, he grabbed his coat and put it on, taking up Emilia’s and walking towards her. Rheksas offered it to her, and she put it on slowly.
“He owns us both…you know? We are just his servants. Don’t lose your heart to him.”
“I lost my heart to him…the night he killed me.” Emilia glanced up through the veil of her fringe, before starting for the door. The Count would be safe in the apartment, having the latest security measures in place. Together, his Generals left the penthouse and went to the lift, down to the lobby and into the night.
The Generals entered the nightclub at about 2am, at least two hours before the club was officially to close. By this time of night, many of the patrons were so intoxicated, they were easy prey for the likes of the Vampires. The music was pumping through the speakers, and Rheksas found a bevvy of young office workers, that had come for a hen’s night. There was much laughter and cat calling going on, and Rheksas winked at his General, and sung out. “Found the perfect party. Hens..how I love them. They love the big black cock!” He danced over to the table, much to the girl’s delight, and this left Emilia on her own. Already being eyed off by a guy at the bar. He was your typical grey suit, probably married, about 35. She could spot the mark of a wedding band on his left hand. Emilia wandered over and took the empty seat beside him, as he immediately snapped his fingers and tried to order her a drink. She was already weak, and this was going to be an easy score.
“Come here often, baby?’ The drunk crooned, as his blood shot eyes wandered over her breasts and back up to her smile. “I am liking what I am seeing.” Yep, this guy was off his face. The barman set down a scotch and dry before Emilia, who simply toyed with the glass. “I’m sure you do. And to answer you, no…this is my first time.” The drunk laughed and then reached out to squeeze her ass. One thing the General hated was being touched. “That’s going to cost you, buddy.” This was said with a touch of aggression, which was met with a “Oooo” from the drunk. “Frisky…I like it. Tell you what, why don’t we cut the bullshit…go to a booth and we can get to know each other better. I know you want it.”
Emilia actually started to laugh at his last comment. “Well, you got that right. I do…want it.” Thing was, he had no idea what it was. She got up with the drink and started for a booth, far in back. The drunk made a rather pathetic score fist action, before following along behind. Sliding into the booth, she set down the drink and waited. The Drunk, though barely able to stand, managed to join her, though almost spilt his drink on her. Emilia rolled her eyes, but offered a weak smile, as he said. “Oops. Nearly made you wet.” What a comedian?
On the other side of the bar, Rheksas had all the girls wrapped around his fingers, with the bride to be, already bouncing on his lap. He sure was right about being the prize cock. Emilia turned her attentions back on the drunk, who was now trying to feel her up, with his hand sliding under the table and resting on her thigh. Emilia bit her lip and then she started to make her move.
“I bet you like girls that bite.” She whispered in his ear, tugging on his earlobe and reaching herself under the table to start stroking his bulge. Shocked at her daring, he gasped loudly as her lips started to travel down his neck, as she felt for his vein with her tongue. Oh, he was a ripe one. “Hell yeah I do. Bite me bitch.” So he was actually urging her too.
At first the bite was playful, and the drunk was getting off. The beat of the music got louder, the heavy pounding of the base, as Emilia licked his neck, her eyes flaming red as he cried out. “Fuck..do it!” With the power of a viper, her jaw extended and she bit down hard, her mouth flooding with his rich blood. Her right hand seized his cock through his pants and gripped it so hard, that he was starting to spasm. Emilia was far stronger than him, and pinned him into the seat, drinking as much as she could, while his life was seeping from his body. Eventually, the vibrating and jerking stopped, as Emilia licked his neck like a cat, sealing the wound, before using a single finger to push him over.
The General reached for a serviette and patted her chin, finally satisfied to have fed, though the blood alcohol level was rather high. She hiccuped, and then scooted out from the booth, leaving her dead companion, as she staggered towards the exit, unsteadily. Rheksas, who had fed from two of the hen’s party girls and left them enough blood to survive, saw his General trying to leave. By the way she was walking…something wasn’t right. “Did she pick a drunk?” He thought to himself, gathering his coat and making a dash to catch up with her.
Out on the street, he grabbed her arm and turned her around. The look on her face…priceless. She was drunk.
“Heh…what a party.”
Shaking his head, he picked up his General, and carried her to the nearest waiting cab, to take her back to the Penthouse. No doubt, she was going to need to sleep this off.