Time passed in a drifting haze as the dark windowed carriage continued through the rural streets beyond Vorst, the ancestral home of Thana's kind. Eventually, she noted the sound of hooves on cobbled roads. Tightness gripped her stomach; soon she would be in her new home. The very thought of it made her feel ill.
Her arms remained wrapped around her long legs during the drive, protecting her from her vampire master. She knew that there would be nothing or no one to stop him from abusing her again, if it was his will, but keeping her body tightly toward itself made her feel a little less frightened.
What truly terrified her was the memories of those wonderful sensations. Would her body betray her for another taste of that pleasure? Deep inside she knew it would. Just thinking of that powerful wave of something made her insides contract with a twinge of pleasure.
And he knew. Master Rhoe knew how much she enjoyed his "gift." When she dared to look at him on the other side of the velvet carriage, his pale pink lips quirked cruelly. She would shiver and turn her gaze toward the dark window.
She wasn't sure how much time passed, but knew night was upon them. The monster in her carriage would be in full form soon. Demon blood or no, she would be no match. There would be no escape. Of course, she had nowhere to escape to.
Beyond the vehicle's door she heard the driver stop the horses. Her teeth bared into her lips enough to draw droplets of blood. This was it.
"Ah, it seems we've arrived, Pet," Master Rhoe cooed. When she didn't respond, the pale man moved to her and grabbed a handful of her dark curly hair. He pulled her roughly, forcing her to look at him full in the face. "I believe I just spoke to you, wench. Didn't I?"
He wrapped his thin hand around her hair tighter until her eyes watered and she whimpered from the pain. "Yes!" she cried.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Master Rhoe."
He released her, shoving her back into her seat, in time for the carriage door to open. The driver kept his head down, more likely out of fear than any sort of respect.
"Master, we've arrived," the older gentleman murmured.
Master Rhoe sighed contentedly. "Ah, finally. I've longed to be home again." He looked down at Thana and snapped his fingers. "Up, girl. The night is young and there are thing to settle," he purred at her.
Shaking, Thana gathered herself quickly, unwilling to deal with Master Rhoe's breed of punishment. Gracefully, Rhoe made his way outside the carriage and into what seemed to be a stone pathway. He turned his head slightly, with eyebrow raised, and gestured for her to follow. The coach man swallowed hard and reluctantly offered his shaking hand to the girl.
Grateful for contact that was not from Rhoe, Thana took the coach man's hand. She found it sweaty and clammy beneath her own. The grip was weak as though defeated, and barely supportive. Still, she happily accepted it and allowed him to guide her to the path.
The view was impressive. Beyond an impeccable, well-manicured lawn was an expansive home, suitable for probably a small town's worth of people. Despite her fears, Thana's mouth gaped with awe. Her birth home had been more than modest, but it was nothing in comparison to the mansion ahead.
"Come," Master Rhoe beaconed, one finger curling her towards him.
Thana bit her lip hard enough to bleed as she obediently followed him up the cobbled path until they reached the set of towering red doors to the home. Instantly, they parted by what seemed at their own accord. The air flowing from within the home smelled old with a hint of decay. It made Thana's stomach roll.
An elderly man stood within the doorway, hair white as a cloud and eyes a dead blue. He looked to Master Rhoe briefly and bowed deeply. When he stood upright again, his eyes flicked to her momentarily before he turned away. That one brief look showed her a hit of his emotions: fear, anger, hatred, defeat. She knew that part of it was directed to her.
He moved aside allowing their passage into the lavish home. Hesitantly, she stepped through with Master Rhoe too close behind. He placed one cold hand on the small of her back causing shudders to run through her body. Gently, he pushed her through the foyer and into the expansive living room.
It was a dark space despite the candles that sensuously lit the space, their orange lights flickering off what seemed to be deep wine-colored walls. The seating looked so inviting with the warm, plump, brown leather. She looked down at her bare feet as her toes twitched against the smooth, black wood below.
"Come," Master Rhoe beckoned again, pushing her away from the surprisingly pleasant space. "My master awaits us both."
There are two of them, she noted with dismay. She tried her best to swallow the thought down inside of herself for now.
He led her through several well-lit hallways passed many dark wooden doors until finally he stopped before the one at the very end of the hall. This door, while as exquisitely carved as the others, somehow seemed to reek of power and energy. Master Rhoe gave the door three resounding knocks and waited patiently for a response. It took a few moments, but the response came from inside--a deep, rumbling voice that apparently washed over her master, forcing his eyes to close momentarily.
Without any further address to Thana, Rhoe opened the grand double doors and then stepped inside the office beyond. With an overly confident strut, the pale vampire walked across the room until he plopped down on a large, very neat desk at the other end. He crossed his arms and with brow raised, he gave her a lewd full body scan.
She was confused. The room seemed empty except for shelves of books reaching from one corner of the room to the other. Surprisingly large windows graced the far wall, centered by the desk and a smaller row of dusty books. It was, much like the other spaces leading to the den, exquisite. If it weren't for the thrums of fear soaring through her, she would have felt inadequate.
It wasn't until the cloud beyond the windows to pass the moon before she noted the shadowed shape--large, tall, and with a perfect stance. It stood in the corner of the window, facing the night as though allowing the moonlight to empower him. He half turned his head, giving her a peak of a very regal looking face.
"Is this her?" the man asked, voice even deeper than Master Rhoe's, and somehow much more dangerous.
"Yes, Master. Our payment from Demon Lord Qelderoun."
The elder vampire turned completely and crossed his chest with one arm, while he brought his free hand to his chin to pinch. Before she could even really take him in, he was in front of her, staring down into her face.
This vampire was as attractive as Master Rhoe, but his features were manly rather than beautiful. His long, straight, dark hair flowed behind him, though a few locks found their way down his chest. Unlike Master Rhoe's, this man's lips were deliciously full, ready for any woman's kiss.
The thought seized her chest for a moment, frightening her enough that she tried to back away. Master Rhoe was behind her, impeding her progress. The other man stared at her, intently, as though he wanted to drink in every part of her. He raised a hand and bought it to her face. At first she worried he was about to hurt her, perhaps even slap her for some unknown offense. Instead, his hand hovered over her skin without touching as though gliding across her aura.
"A succubus. It has been some time."
"I'm only a half-breed," she countered with a tremble.
