Enslaved Heart Ch. 1
God damn.
When I awoke, I felt...good. Spectacular, as a matter of fact. I was hungry, but that was to be expected not having eaten a solid meal in three days. Regardless, I couldn't think of anything in particular that would satisfy me. A nice steak, maybe, extra rare. Whatever. First thing I had to do, however, was figure out where exactly I was.
The place was cold and dark, looked like it was carved out of one giant piece of marble. I was laid out on some kind of table that held a disturbing resemblance to an altar. All around me were enough candles to throw dancing shadows throughout the room. The most disquieting part of the room, however, was not its bareness or the fact that it looked very much like a mausoleum, it was that there didn't seem to be any way out, no doors, no windows, nothing.
I kicked my legs off the table, sending several candles to the floor in the process, but not paying them much attention.
"You're making an awful mess, aren't you?" The sound reverberated through the room, echoing off the walls like some otherworldly voice. I glanced around and saw nothing, the room was still empty.
"Hello?" I said in a choked off whisper, grimacing at the burning sensation in my throat. "What the hell's going on here?"
Somewhere in a corner, I detected the slightest bit of movement, and then she was there. I don't know where she came from, I don't know how she got there, but she appeared out of the darkness and approached me with her gliding walk, a black silky robe that almost seemed to be a part of her body trailing out behind her.
"Victoria..."
She came close to me, a little too close considering the creepy feeling I harbored in my gut after seeing her magical appearing trick. Her hands, those pale hands with the deep black nails, made their way to my face and stroked my cheeks gently. They no longer felt as cold as they had before, thank God.
"How do you feel?" she asked me.
"My eyes are burning."
"It's the first time you've really opened them-it'll go away."
"The first time-who are you? Where am I?"
"So many questions," she said in amusement.
"Yeah," I said, a tone of vicious sarcasm creeping into my voice, "why don't you fucking trying answering a couple of them? Like where the fuck am I? And what the fuck did you do to me?"
Her fingers suddenly clamped over my mouth, it felt like she was going to rip my jaw out. Her eyes flared a deep red color, a color I recognized. "How dare you talk to me like that, you little swine," she growled, her fingers digging into my skin, my jawbone feeling as if it could splinter at any moment. I could feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks, and I was pissed because the bitch was making me cry. I hadn't cried in almost ten years, at least not since my golden retriever died.
Victoria eased her fingers from their vice grip. "You're an insolent dog," she said calmly, almost affectionately as she stroked my sore cheeks tenderly.
"You're a vicious, life-sucking bitch," I replied without the same amount of fondness in my tone.
She laughed a cold humorless laugh that echoed through the room, off the marble walls, through my skull making my teeth hurt. When she smiled I could see that cold row of pearly white teeth. There had been fangs in there before, but they were gone now, and I hoped they never came back.
Her fingers ran down my cheek to my chest and popped one of the buttons off my best Egyptian cotton shirt. I wanted to say something, but thought it would be in my best interest to keep my mouth shut. She began circling the altar I was sitting on, watching me like a prowling animal watches its prey.
"I brought you here, my love, for your own good," she purred.
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Because you'll learn to love me when I'm done with you. You'll learn that you can't live without me."
A deep sigh escaped my lips. Talking to her was pointless, it was like asking questions of a magic 8-ball and waiting for a useful and specific response. Truth was, I would have loved to grab Victoria and shake her until she answered my questions, but she seemed to be a hell of a lot stronger than I was.
"Why me?"
She wandered back to face me, pressed herself very close, so close her lips were almost touching mine. It was an eerie feeling knowing what she was, but at the same time, I felt a warm stir deep in the pit of my stomach.
"You asked for me," she whispered, her warm breath sweeping against my lips.
"I asked for you? I didn't ask for shit, especially not some demon slut who thinks she's a character out of an Anne Rice novel. So if you don't mind--" I hopped off the table onto my unsteady feet "--I'll be leaving now. Thanks, it's been wacky, I'll call you."
Back on my feet, I started toward the door--if there had been a door. As it was, I still couldn't see anything in the way of an exit or an entrance to the room, not a door, a window, an air vent, nothing. Before I could get any further to investigate, however, she had me off my feet again. I felt her hands clamped around my neck, and there was a bone-shattering jolt as I hit the marble table flat on my back.
Her hands were still gripped around my neck, but this time I reached up and grabbed her by the wrists. She seemed surprised, and I could finally feel some of my strength coming back. I clamped down harder, and she cried out a little.
"Bind," she said quietly, and before I could make another move, four black steel chains sprung up from beneath the table as if guided by an invisible hand. Each chain wrapped itself firmly around my wrists and ankles, and I was yanked back flat across the table. Victoria pulled away from me, massaging each of her bruised wrists as I tested my restraints. They were solid, and I wasn't going anywhere.
"Your strength is growing," she said. "I'm impressed. You'll have to learn how to control that."
"Let me go and I'll show you how strong I am."
"No, my dear," she said, the sultry tone back in her voice, "I don't think that's going to happen. You might do something stupid. You might try to hurt me."
"I'd love to try to hurt you."
She groaned in ecstasy, her blood red lips spreading in an amorous grin. "Mmm, I bet you would, and that would be...delicious. But you have a lot to learn first."
"A lot to learn about what?"
Victoria sauntered back over to me and dropped her hand onto my chest. She clenched a wad of my shirt in her hand, and in a split second, she yanked the entire thing off leaving me bare-chested and cold.
"You have a lot to learn about everything," she said, running her fingers over my nipple. She took it between her thumb and forefinger and pinched gently. "You have a lot to learn about gratitude. Humility. Pain. Most of all, respect." Her fingers pinched hard enough that an involuntary cry escaped my lips.
I couldn't help myself. It was the same question I'd been trying to ask, and I hoped the more I asked it, the closer I'd got to a real answer. "Who the hell ARE you?"
She smiled again, that slightly amused, sexy smile that sent a shiver up my spine.
"I am your Queen."
That answered it. My Queen. It answered all of my questions, every single one I'd had since the night had started, since she first took me outside the club, since she drained my blood and fed me from her own veins. Since she turned me into some kind of soulless creature of the night.
She was a vampire. She was my Queen. And she was nuts.
"You're a real dingbat, has anyone ever told you?" The words were out of my mouth before my brain could provide its ever-useful filtering process. She didn't like it, she didn't like it one bit, and I knew she had slapped the living shit out of me before I ever saw her palm lash out against my cheek. The sting that spread through my cheek was incredible, followed by a throbbing burn that I thought would probably last forever.
Without warning, Victoria was on top of me, her legs straddling my waist, her knees squeezing against me. The position was stimulating to say the least, especially as I felt her heated sex pressing against my pelvis. The thought suddenly crossed my mind that whatever had been going on between the two of us for the past ten minutes seemed to be turning her on, and I'd be lying if I didn't admit that there was a slight stirring in my own loins. I could feel myself growing engorged between her legs.
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