author's note: I love stories about vampires and werewolves and such; this particular story was influenced by just about every vampire story i've ever read. I hope you enjoy.
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Devan Rouge waited patiently for his victim to wake up. He did think of her as a victim, because this was the first time he'd ever held anyone in his household against their will. There were plenty of willing donors, who actually got some kind of thrill - sexual or otherwise - from being the feeding ground for a vampire. Although there were a few vampires who preferred to hunt down their prey, there were places where you could even do that in a controlled environment with willing victims. The few vampires who took a victim by force were hunted down - either by the vampire hunters employed by the government, or by their fellow vampires who had no wish to return to their unrecognized and unprotected state.
The government had finally recognized the undead as citizens - at least, in the U.S., Britain, Russia, Brazil and a few other countries. This had resulted in a mass migration, which ended up enriching those countries as the wealthy and powerful of the undead moved in. When you lived forever it was easier to amass great quantities of wealth and connections. Devan himself was 900 years old, one of the oldest living vampires in the U.S. at the moment, which also made him one of the most powerful. However, he was not THE most powerful, that distinction went to Therese DiNada... which is why it was him who was having to deal with the problem.
Problem: the woman on the bed. He sneered at her pale features... she was attractive enough in some ways he supposed, but her personality did quite enough to eradicate that. Meg Wilson... red-head with pale skin and large firm breasts. It was hard not to admire that well-endowed chest on her very slim body, especially the way her blue veins were easily visible on the round pillows of flesh. Licking his lips he tore his gaze away from the pulse of her blood, looking out the window as he waited for the naked woman to wake up.
The moon shone bright and full, spilling soft light down into his guest room. Well, his guest room for humans anyway, although he was quite powerful enough that he could stay up during the day, he preferred to take his rest. It was something he'd gotten rather accustomed to in the first few centuries, and he rather liked the time that he spent not being alive... it was peaceful.
His thoughts turned back to the woman on the bed and why she was there. Meg Wilson, conservative Christian... she was sure that Vampires were evil, pure evil through and through. She didn't know any vampires personally of course, but she was one of those typical close-minded humans who was sure that the human race would be eradicated by the undead freaks. Devan's mouth curved in a mocking smile, his eyes glinting darkly. As if vampires were so stupid as to destroy their food source... not to mention, there were some particularly annoying humans that vampires wouldn't want to have around forever. Meg Wilson was a prime example... that woman had nothing to fear, no one wanted the taste of her foul blood in their mouths.
Well, maybe a few stupid, vengeful vampires.
Of course, it probably hadn't helped that he'd made her daughter, Stephanie, his main consort. Perhaps that was another reason why Therese had demanded he deal with the problem of Meg Wilson. It was certainly something that had gotten Meg's ire up when she'd found out, but legally there was nothing she could do about it. Stephanie was 22... and much more beautiful than her mother. They got along very well and although she'd asked Devan to give her the real bite, the one with his retractable fangs, that would make her into a vampire, he wanted her to wait a few more years to find out whether or not that was what she really wanted. It wasn't as if he were being irresponsible about the whole situation, but Meg had flipped out.
Now she was trying to use her influence to take away protections that vampires needed... make it harder for them to get jobs, make it harder for them to find food. Stupid bitch didn't realize that by doing this, she would actually create a MORE dangerous situation for vampires, as hungry and angry vampires without patience would look for revenge. Of course, the ones that would be hunted down and killed off would be the more stupid, the weaker and newer vampires... but still, Devan had friends among those too. He didn't want to lose any of them just because some stupid bitch had instigated biased laws.
So here she was, kidnaped and lying in his bed. He chuckled. It really had been too much to pass up... the vote was over, and the vampires had won, but Meg was still trying to create trouble. It was now his job to see that she didn't anymore... and was aptly punished for her stupidity. Therese had a morbid sense of humor, and so she loved the idea of having Meg spirited away with a full moon shining in the dark of night... He sighed. There were going to be plenty of theatrics once this got started, Meg had all these stupid superstitions anyway and Therese wanted to play even more on that. Not that he was against terrifying the woman, but he didn't like being up on center stage.
Ahhh... he bared his fangs, she was waking up.
Meg sat up straight with a gasp, feeling the cool air on her large breasts and instinctively covering herself with her hands, pulling her legs together to close off the view of her pink pussy. Not that he was interested in that yet... he hadn't fed yet tonight - that had to wait for the rite - and so he certainly posed no threat to her sexually. Yet.
Her eyes narrowed as she looked over the broad-shouldered man standing in front of the window, the full moon visible behind him, "You." her voice shook with rage, "What the fuck are you trying to pull?!"
"Good evening Madam," he said, grinning broadly as he stepped forward, allowing her to see his fangs, "We most cordially invite you to join us for tonight's Rite of the Undead."
Of course, there was no such thing, but she didn't know that. Stupid woman didn't bother to find out anything about the people she was trying to eradicate. Of course, she didn't think of them as people... but if she had known anything about Vampires this wouldn't have worked. He almost laughed as he remembered her trying to hold him off with a silver cross when he pressed the drug-soaked clothe over her mouth; that only worked if you truly believed in God, and against a Vampire as powerful as himself it still wouldn't work immediately - and of course the longer it took to work, the more a person's faith would waver. Hers had collapsed when the cross hadn't fazed him at all.
"No thank you," she said, haughtily polite, "Now where are my clothes. I am a citizen of the United States and you have no right to hold me here."
Devan laughed throatily, tossing his long hair back over his shoulders. Meg's breath caught in her throat as the front of his shirt fell open, showing off his sleek muscles. The vampire knew he was attractive, it would have taken a will much stronger than hers to resist his innate power.
"It is not an honor one can refuse Madam," He informed her, stepping forward menacingly. She shrank back into herself, her eyes wide with both fright and anxiety, he knew that she was torn between wishing him to hell and wishing that he would climb into the bed with her. Right now her body's responses to his power were fighting with her head, "And so you will come with me... NOW." his voice lashed out like a whip, making her fall back almost stunned from the forcible power in his voice. It wasn't something he used often, but he really didn't feel like listening to any more protests from her.
Taking her by the hand, he pulled her off the bed. Almost whimpering she followed him, the expressions across her face betraying the inner struggle as she fought to overcome his command. She would, eventually, he hadn't put that much power into it, but by then she would be down underground... and the other vampires wanted to see her struggle. Lowering his mouth, he kissed her wrist right where her pulse was, unable to resist licking at the big vein and feeling her shudder with fear.
"Come," he said, "We go to the rite. There is not much time before midnight."
Meg glanced out the window at the full moon as she was pulled, unwilling, towards the stairs. They descended into the depths of his abode, into darkness.
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There were at least 20 vampires in the arena, Therese was up in her usual chair with a young man on her lap. He looked up at her with pure worship in his eyes and she smiled and stroked his cheek with one blood red nail. Meg made a derogatory sound as soon as she saw the sexually charged touch; the boy was obviously no older than 16, but what Meg didn't realize was that everything Therese did was sexual. The boy, Brandon, was Therese's human servant, her favored feeding ground, but Therese would never actually indulge in intimacies with him. Not until he was at least thirty.
Therese herself had been created at the age of 29, although she might find younger men attractive and interesting, she would have nothing to do with them until they were older than her. While 16 was the legal age of consent to be a human servant for a vampire, it was much too young for Therese to be interested in Brandon as a sexual object.
No, the main person in danger of Therese's rather perverted sexual desires tonight was standing against the wall, watching Meg with slitted eyes and licking his lips around his fangs. Valmont was even more appealing than Devan physically, but as a rather young vampire - not even a century old - he had already been passed around between three other more powerful vampires. However, it seemed as thought Therese might not ever tire of him, possibly because she was the first female that he had served, or just possibly because she liked to be surrounded by things of beauty. And Valmont was certainly the most exquisitely beautiful thing that Devan had ever seen... and he had become quite devoted to Therese.
Still, it was Meg that concerned him now, and he walked her to the center of the arena, standing beside her as he faced Therese and Brandon. The pink flush in Therese's cheeks told him that she had already fed tonight, something that he had not done. Therese had told him not to, and he had a rather vague idea why. Brandon slid off Therese's lap with an adoring look up at her, she patted him on the head gently as he took his place on the ground by her side.
"You sick bitch," Meg's voice whipped out. Devan shook his head, stupid woman, "What the fuck is going on here? You brought me down here so that I could watch you play pedophile? What, are all you vampires going to rape me now? I'll have you eradicated! ALL of you! You're all monsters and you're all going to die and go to hell where you belong!"
