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CHAPTER 14
Torin moaned softly as Robyn reached for him. Everything she had felt, pain and pleasure, he had shared. If it hadn't been for Casey, he would have gone mad through it. "Damn Blue," his own powers soothing the burning in her.
"Thank you." The blessed relief of nerves quieted was welcome. "I never knew that anything could feel like that."
"It's your own fault. If you weren't so damn multi-orgasmic, you wouldn't have been clawing the paint off the walls. I am beginning to believe all it takes is a man to think about touching you to set you off."
"Yeah well, so I'm easily satisfied. I didn't hear you complaining earlier." It felt so good to be in his arms. To feel his love as it surrounded her. "You didn't hurt that boy did you, if you were feeling anything near what I was, you must have been losing it."
Torin laughed, kissing her. "I didn't hurt Casey, he's probably going to decide you're his best friend in the world. Thanks to you, he had a ball, several of them." He felt her flinch as he touched her swollen and aching sex. "Relax Hon, I'm not going to hurt you."
"I know. Sorry." She moaned, hips rising slowly as his healing touch became erotic. "Are you going to, can we?" She was hoping with all her soul that he wasn't just teasing her. She had gone the limit so far, all for the chance to hold him.
Torin's eyes sought Azrael's. "Master?"
The Elder vampire's eyes were bright with amusement and pleased pride. "Go on you two, enjoy. Just return her to me when you have grounded yourself out on her." He chuckled as Torin almost fell in his haste to lift Robyn and move to the bed. "Well, it would seem we have lost our amusement for a while."
"Your newest Chosen is going to very popular." Michael pulled Joseph close. "With her in the house, it won't be long before your four quit complaining about being ignored. The way she projects, we will all be more than happy to see they get all the attention they need."
"Yes, I am afraid you might be correct on that. It is fortunate that she is blood-bound now. As just a mortal, she would never be able to stand our combined amusements. But with my blood in her veins, it opens up endless possibilities."
Selene's gale of laughter drew everyone's attention. Casey was curled up in her arms, blushing as she held him. "Master, my pet wishes to thank Robyn. Her free sharing of her pleasures were greatly appreciated. It would seem Casey is a bit fond of your Chosen Tori."
"Will he come to me dear. If I promise not to hurt him, will he sit with me?" Azrael felt the need to check on his adopted Childe's charge. "I am not at all surprised he has fallen for my boy, he is quite the lovable sort."
Casey moved slowly. He had no idea why the vampire would want him. He hadn't done anything that he knew of. "M--Master?"
"Do not look so frightened pet, I would not dream of harming you. Come here, sit with me." He would have to see if perhaps he couldn't talk Michael into letting Joseph befriend the boy. Vampire or no, Joseph was still young, and looked almost as harmless as Selene.
He gently pulled Casey's head down, to rest against his shoulder. "So, you find my Tori to be as wonderful as I do?" Azrael brushed a lock of stray hair from his eyes. The blush to his body was sweet, still young enough, to be embarrassed about his own pleasures. "I am happy for you, Casey. Tori had spoken to me briefly earlier. He has told me that you should have never been sent below. Gave me a brief summery of how you had been forced to live. I am pleased to see my error rectified. Your Lady seems to be pleased with you, are you happy with her?" He lowered his head mouth soft on Casey's. "Don't be afraid to speak pet. Your Mistress, she has never held a mortal before. You must work with her, help her to learn how to care for you, and see to your safety. Please, tell me, are you content with your life now?"
Casey didn't understand. Why was Azrael asking him this? Happy with Selene, if he were anymore happy where his life was now, he'd be a babbling idiot. "Sure, Selene, I--it's the best thing I've ever had."
"Listen to me pet. Your mistress is my Childe, and is precious to me. So if you need someone to talk to, if you have a problem or just need a man's point of view. You can turn to any here. Don't be shy, or afraid. You just witnessed Robyn's joining us, you can believe you are safe."
"Listen to my Sire, boy." Michael moved to kneel by Azrael's chair. It was important for this boy to understand he could call for help. With him being Selene's first, and Selene coming from what she had just fled, it would be prudent if they forged a connection to the boy. Just for safety's sake. "Later, once Selene has become more comfortable to being around other vampire's, I will take you both to meet the rest of the family, so one day, should an emergency arise, and the two of you are not here, you will know the ones to call."
Azrael opened his mouth to second Michael's statement, when the pain hit. "What?" He struggled to lock the wild energy down.
* * *
Torin pulled away from Robyn as suddenly emptiness filled him. It was as if someone had cut off a portion of his soul. "Master?" It was, Jenna, she was gone. He could feel her no more. The horror of the reality struck him, but no more so than Azrael's scream of agony.
* Jenna , * Azrael's mind sought his pets, slamming up against the barrier that had cut his tie off. * Jenna ! * It was no use he could not break the wall. Somewhere, someone had severed or blocked his link with his pet. He couldn't track her anymore.
The horror of the truth struck him. A Renegade had found his pet. One that didn't care that she was under his protection.
Jenna was as good as dead.
* * *
* Azrael, Master! * Jenna's mind screamed as the fingers around her throat tightened. * Help me! *
"You're wasting your time human. I've locked him out. Your Master can't save you now." Cold, hateful, black eyes locked with hers. "You're mine."
"Please." Jenna fought for air, her fingers clawing at the vampire's hand. "Please."
"Be still, I am your Master now. So unless you want your new name to be dead, I'd be still, if I were you." His fingers tightened more, as he lifted her bodily and threw her back on the bed. "Don't move." His hand reached out and snatched Azrael's charm from around her throat. "Pity you can't use this. You're old master was good. This could have put a serious crimp in my plans." The charm hit the wall as he hurled it from him. "Pity for you the fool didn't blood-brand you." Jenna's gown ripped with a jerk. "Have faith, I won't be as careless."
Jenna's head turned to the side as the vampire that now claimed to be her master finished stripping her. Azrael, was gone, she was lost now. Her soul began to turn, life ceasing to have value.
The vampire growled grabbing her head, forcing her to look at him. "Stop it. Don't try any of those Line tricks on me. You're not the first Lined toy I've taken. I know all about the ways of fading. You may want to die, will beg me to kill you often, but you will never bring about your own demise. Do you understand me? I don't want to take your will just yet. I want you to know what is happening to you and why." He flipped her over, pulling the rest of the gown from her body, before pulling a set of handcuffs from his belt. "Give me your hands." He let the metal pinch her skin as he closed them over her wrists. "You have a nice ass, I'm going to enjoy having my fist up it." A single tug ripped her panties from her. "Open your mouth."
She tried to spit the cotton out, but his hand only left her mouth long enough for the electrical tape to cover it. "You be quiet girl, we can't have you disturbing the neighbors with out play, now can we?" His mouth was at her ear; his breath blew against her cheek. "I just bet you'd love to know what's going on, don't you. After all, it isn't often a protected, marked, pet of an Elder has anything to worry about, is it?" He moved, yanking her back around on her back, her arms screaming with the pressure as she lay on them. "You're my revenge. You're Master took something that belonged to me. Has taken her for his own. So I have evened the score just a little. But don't worry too much my girl. If you live through what I have in store, I'll send you home. I'll make you Kin and let you go back to that bastard. So he can watch you starve." He stood before the bed, looking down on his handiwork. "You know girl," His belt came free from the buckle. "You're not what I'd expect someone like Azrael to be amused with. Even that little piece of trash he stole from me was prettier. So I'm going to assume that you have some secret qualities not easily seen." He leaned over her, grinning into her face. "Shall we see?"
Jenna screamed behind the gag as he forced her legs apart. "Silence." He twisted her clit. "Another sound and I'll start cutting you. Now move, lay on the bed for me like a good slut, legs open." He snickered to himself, as he burned her pubic hair from her. Watching as she spasmed in silent agony. He reached down for the small black case he had brought with him. "We won't be here long, I promise you. But I will blood-brand you here, once over each breast, your mound, and then with this." His pants fell to the floor.
Jenna went wild, trying to pull away at the sight of him. His entire penis was pierced. Rods spiraled up and around him. And each rod was topped with a ball on both ends. It was these tiny balls that were the source of her madness. For each was studded with small, shiny, sharp points. If he used it on her, he would cut her insides to ribbons, if he came.
He held her still as she struggled. "Bitch." A fist slammed into her crotch. "For that I will fuck your ass as well." Straps came from the case. He hit her again before beginning to tie one leg then the other to the bedposts. "I might even fist you afterwards if you don't be still."
He was going to blood-brand her. Azrael had warned them all of this practice. The mixing of a vampire's blood with another or a mortals which would create a mark. A brand burned painfully into the flesh of the weaker of the two. Maria was the only one of them who carried Azrael's brand, and it had been at her request. But after she had suffered so with it, he had sworn he'd not touch another of them like that. And now this mad monster was going to brand her, not once but five times. A whimper escaped her as she looked up at him, pleading with her eyes.
"I see you know what's in store for you. Good, I would rather you know what to expect. It makes your suffering all the more thorough. Had that fool, who claimed you done this, I would have never dared touch you. But he denied you the fullness of his protection. So as you suffer, think on that." He lifted a small box out of the case. "The difficult part in branding is keeping the blood flowing. We heal too quickly. So I had this created for me." From the little box hi lifted a small piece of metal. Do you see it slut? Have you any idea what it is used for?"
The device was about two and a half-inch's long. A hollow cylinder with a tiny razor on the tip, "what you can't see, is the inside. The razor on the tip is present inside as well. See the opening. Once I put this on my finger, the blood will flow until I take it off." He was, quite, pleased to see the horrified shake of her head. "I can be quite artistic with it. You should see the slave I have at home. I am decorating his body with this. Who knows, if you prove to be amusing, I might use your flesh as canvas as well." The device slid over the forefinger of his right hand, blood dripping from it. "I always love the first cut."
Jenna's mind and soul screamed as he held her in place, the razor cutting deep into the flesh of her right breast, blood welling, blending, burning. She was lost now, death would be the only escape allowed to her. And that one would not be offered until she had paid well for it.
He finished his mark on her skin with a flourish. The razor tip sinking deep into the nipple before twisting, cutting her open for his blood. "No, no," he chided as he kept her from loosing consciousness. You can't hide from me like that. You will feel every thing I do. Will as soon as I mark your left breast with my command, beg for it, even as your mind screams with agony." The spell was being cast into her blood, being marked into her flesh. "Your body will welcome me. Even as it suffers from pain like you have never known before. It will welcome me. I will leave you to suffer, not only from the delightful tortures I have in store for you, but also from your own bodies betrayal. The more I hurt you, the greater the torment, the more you will open for me." He looked up at her. "I control your body, but your mind I leave free. You will know as I take you. Will feel the horror of each rape, of each pain. Your mind will rebel, even as your body welcomes it." The last of the spell ended again, by the cutting twist of the razor.
He touched the now bare skin of her mound, lightly. "I bet you would love me to begin my art here. Would you not?" He smiled a cruel and evil smile.
Jenna sobbed in her soul as her head nodded, moaning softly.
"Silence, slut, enjoy the pain I give you as I cut you." And the blade sliced down into her flesh,
Jenna bit down, hard, on the fabric in her mouth as the creature that now owned her cut her clitoris almost completely off, holding his finger there so that his blood pooled over the wound.
She cried out as the tape over her mouth came free. "I'm going to release you now my little slut. I don't need to restrain you, do I? You will lay here for me, won't you?"
"Yes, Master." Her body wouldn't move, even as he released her legs and turned her to free her wrists. She wanted to run, but her body would not obey her.
"Perhaps it was your ass that attracted him so. I know it couldn't be your face. Does he fuck you here often?"
"Yes, Master."
"I knew it. Pretty faces are a dime a dozen, but a nice ass, well they're hard to come by. Perhaps I should leave a message here for him. In case you live and I send you back to him." He thrust his finger against the razor and once again a thin line of blood flowed from him. "So what should I say?" He lanced her left buttocks cheek open. "I know, every time he looks at you, he will know I had you, and that you begged for it."
Jenna bit at the pillow, fingers digging into the sheets as she fought to keep from screaming. If she lived to see her Master again, he would end this. He wouldn't let her suffer. It was the only comfort she had, the knowledge that Azrael would kill her long before she began to starve.
"I'm impressed." He forced her over again. "There is more to you than I imagined. So how do you like my handiwork?" He laughed at the pain in her face. "I take it you enjoyed yourself. That's good, let it never be said that I don't take pride in my efforts." He removed the device. "I'm going to fuck you now girl. Know that no matter how much it hurts, your body will welcome me. Even as you feel like dying from the shame, you will beg as I do, moan, you will learn to beg and cry out, in joy, at the honor I am granting you. It is not every mortal I brand this particular way. I plan to leave this for the children I steal from the Lines." He leaned over her. "Take me in your hands, slut. Guide me home. Beg me to fuck you."
'NO! Her mind screamed, fighting against his control, soul raging as her hand reached for him. 'Please, oh God, help me' . The cold of the bars chilled her palm. She could feel the raised points. The prick, against her skin, it wouldn't take but one thrust to cut her. By the time he achieved his orgasm, the inner wall of her vagina would be in sheds. Then the blood that was always present, in a Vampires release, would burn her, scaring her with his brand.
"That's the way." He felt her lips part as she guided him on. "Tell me now, tell your master you want to be fucked. Beg me to hurt you, to make you mine as only I can." He held himself there, the tip resting at her opening.
I won't. She cried silently even as her mouth opened to form the words. "Please, Master." She was crying with her fear, sweating as she fought to keep from obeying. "F--Fuck me, hurt me, now, Master." 'Oh gods, this can't be happening to me. He can't do this'. "Now, please. I'm begging you."
"You will not scream girl, the only sounds you are allowed are to tell me how much you want me, and beg me to fuck you harder. You want this. You're body craves my possession. And when you see your old master once again, you will tell him how much you wanted me, and how much I took."
* * *
Azrael was like a mad thing as he fought against the barrier that separated him for his beloved. But thought would not penetrate the wall. But he knew she lived, and he knew she was in danger, for though he could not hear her, or find her. The fiend that crafted, this, shield allowed her fear and her pain to trickle down. Jenna was being tortured, his pet, one of those in his care, was being tortured. He fought against the hands that held him as his body suffered with hers.
Torin held him. Crying with the pain he knew his Master, and his love were feeling. And through him it fed itself into Robyn then to Zak. "Master, please." He shook Azrael. "Let me, I am still human. A 'human', Mage ." The barrier was designed to keep a vampire out. But a mortal might still be able to break it.
Azrael focused on Torin. "Yes, you are human." Could his not taking Torin as his Childe tonight been a blessing? "Seek her Tori. Use my power, all that I have. 'Find her'."
Torin turned to Robyn. "Will you help me? We're linked, makes us stronger. You don't know Jenna, but please Blue, I love her."
Robyn touched his cheek. "I'm all yours. Let's find this son of a bitch and stop him."
* * *
Jenna lay on the bed, not moving, as the vampire pulled away. 'Let me die'. She prayed looking up at him with lifeless eyes. 'Please, let me die'.
He leaned down, face burying into her sex, teeth severing the small artery there. He bit and gnawed as he drank. Ignoring the painful spasms under him. She had been fabulous, much better than Selene. He would write the Elder a thank you note on her skin when he returned her. This mortal was worth a vampire's notice.
He felt her recoil as he lay beside her. "That was quite nice. Perhaps I will keep you a little longer that I had planned. I believe that you truly enjoyed what I gave you. You can't tell me that your response was all my doing. Why I thought there at the end, that you were actually going to rip the flesh of my back as you held me." He pinched her right nipple, sending pain through her burning breast. "Yes, I really must thank Azrael properly when I return you. He might have taken my slave from me, but I get the better part of the deal. So, tell me my little slut. Was it as you feared?"
Jenna licked her lips. "Kill me," an agonized whisper. "Please, kill me."
The vampire laughed, reaching down and thrusting two fingers into her burned vagina. "Oh, no my girl, my hot piece of flesh. Death is not coming; it will be your old Master that finally kills you. If he doesn't let you die from starvation as payment for your betrayal. When you return to him, you will want no one but me, and I will be gone. Kin are possessive of what they own. Oh to see his anger when he learns how far you have fallen." He thrust harder, lifting her hips as he did. "Now up with you. Go stand before the mirror. I want you to watch as I play with you." Her sob as he pulled her from the bed, by her hair, amused him. Power amused him, and mortals were so weak. They never fought, couldn't. But this one, even in her horror and shame, this one still held to hope. Even if the only hope she had was a quick death once she returned to the Elder. It was a hope. A hope that he would destroy before he sent her back.
His head snapped up as he felt the first brushes against his shield. 'It's not possible. How could he have found me' ? His play would have to wait. The older vampire had done the impossible, was beginning to wear down the barrier. If he were found, before he was finished with her, the Elder vampire would have his life.
"It would seem I underestimated how much your old Master would want you back. We must go now I know a place where we can hide. I promise, soon enough I will return to our pleasures." And he fled the room, seeking out the Dark Paths and his lair.
* * *
The room in which they appeared was in shambles. Filth was the primary decor; a rancid stench assaulted them. How could anyone live like this?
"Slave." The vampire looked around the room, eyes seeking motion.
A young male moved from the far corner. "Master?" Frightened eyes looked up at him through greasy sable brown hair.
"Come, boy. We are off. It would seem my new fuck toys old master is better than I thought. We are going to seek the Warlock's. They should provide the added strength that I need." He looked down at Jenna. "If I can kill your master, I can take his powers. I would be the most powerful vampire alive. I could rule the Vampyr."
Jenna grasped the hope before her. Azrael was tracking her. He would find her. This beast actually thought that he, or anyone he knew, was going to be more than her love could take down. She would see this one die. Azrael would rip him to shred. "He's going to kill you." It was the barest of whispers. "I don't care if I die, just so I get to see you pay."
She cried out as his fingers bit into a breast, twisting painfully. "That might be true slut. But I won't die before he sees how much a faithless whore you are." Her body was pressing forward eagerly into the hand that brutalized her breast.
"You're stupid." The words were growled through clenched teeth. "My Master knows me. He knows I love him, and only him. He will forgive me, if he even considers it worth needing forgiveness." The knowledge that Azrael was looking for her, was going to find her, it gave, her courage. It didn't matter if she died. She preferred death to the pain in her Master's eyes when he saw her. And if she could make him angry, slow him down, all the better.
"Keep telling yourself that Bitch. It will make the truth all the more satisfying for me when you die knowing he hates you." He pointed to the boy. "Come on Kary, take my hand we are going."
The boy looked at Jenna briefly, a strange hope in his eyes, as he obeyed, "Yes, Master."
* * *
Voices all around them as they appeared in what looked to be a living room. There were vampires all around them. More than Jenna had ever seen in one place. "Greeting's Cerberus." The vampire that held her made an attempt at a mocking bow.
"Set, you know you can't come here unannounced. You are not one of us." A male vampire stepped from a group. "You are beginning to try my patience." He was still fairly young. Jenna noticed with more hope. He looked no older than, Mark, and by his feel, his age was somewhere around Megel's, perhaps a little younger. And as she looked around, she, realized, that he was the oldest here.
'Set, his name is Set'. Jenna logged that information into her heart. Names had power, Azrael had told her that. It was one of the, reason's, why a Fledgling took a new name at birth. It was linked to who and what he was.
"I told you when you made that ridiculous declaration, that I would come and go as I saw fit. If you want to challenge my right, then do so." He dropped Jenna to the floor. "Better you do so now, because you might not have too much time left. The Elder and Adept Mage, Azrael, should be here soon."
The other vampire looked at him in shock. "Set? What have you done? To lead a Lined Elder here, to the only safe haven we have. I should kill you myself, but I won't call challenge. We are even, you and I. It's a toss up which one would win. And seeing you dead isn't worth the risk of losing and leaving you here to rule in my place." He didn't add that he had no desire to risk the chance of losing and having Set hold his soul and power for all eternity. If he was to die, he wanted to die. "Now, tell me what you have done. What insanity possessed you to draw his of all Kin's attention?"
"He's looking for my latest toy. I had made the mistake of assuming Selene broke. I was wrong. She fled me and sought sanctuary from him. Stole my property. So I took his."
Cerberus shrugged. "So you have a private war with the Elder. What has it to do with the Warlock's?"
"If he comes here, looking for this one. There are enough of us here to take him. Aid me, and I will leave you your little Kingdom. But if you do not, if I die, he will kill you all. He will never believe you had nothing to do with her capture and Torture."
* He lies . * Jenna's thought screamed at Cerberus. * He is a fool my master is not blind. I swear to you Master, Azrael will not kill the innocent . *
Here was the solution to his problem. Cerberus had heard Jenna's frantic thoughts. If Azrael came, and believed that he and his had been helpful in his finding the girl. Set would be dead, and at worst, Azrael would banish them, or make servants out of the lot. But he was willing to bet the Elder would be too pleased to have his property back to harm them. "I don't know Set. You ask a lot out of me. You're famous for keeping your word. But you're also famous for finding loopholes to slip through. How do I know you won't just drum up some excuse to take my people from me."
"No strings Cerberus. My oath, if you help me to kill this vampire, allow me the chance to take his power. I will never seek to harm you or any of the, Warlock's, present and future, in any way. Why should I, I will have more power than you can even imagine. I will be quite happy to leave a trusted ally alone."
'Ah, the catch' ' the girl is right he is a fool. "And if you should one day decide I'm no longer your, trusted, ally?
"You will be unimportant to me Cerberus. All of your little children playing at being a Covenstead like the cursed Lines. I could hate your guts, know you are conspiring against me, and still I wouldn't bother with you. But if you want to live, you must agree to help me."
'I hope your right girl' . Cerberus looked down at Jenna. "Well, let me see what has caused all this ruckus." He held out a hand. "Tell her to come here Set, if I'm going to risk death, I can at least see what I'm dying for. She must be some piece of work, for an Elder as powerful as Azrael to be worrying about finding her."
"Go on slut, you heard the man. Let him see what you are."
Cerberus gathered every ounce of power he had, calling upon his right as leader of the Covenstead, to pull power from his people. * Scream girl . * He shattered the barrier. * Call for your Master. If you want to live, call now . * He pushed her behind him, facing Set, hoping that the Elder was truly as hot on her trail as Set believed.
Set lunged at him. "You fool, I will make you pay for this."
Cerberus met him head on, fangs flashing in the light. Win or lose he had guaranteed this, animals, death.
* * *
* Master! * Jenna's mind sang out, calling her lord to her. * Help me! *
* Jenna! * The rage, the pain flooded back with his response. * I come . * It would be over soon. She held on to the joy. Azrael would see her pain ended, and her abuser dead. The end was almost hers.
Azrael appeared, power glowing with fury. Michael and David right behind him. Each going to close the Dark Paths, as they entered no one would escape. "I call challenge." His eyes rested briefly on Jenna, agony in his eyes as he took in her abuse. "Who dared?"
The room exploded in chaos. No one could leave. They all faced the three Vampyr, each struggling to escape. "Set." One of them cried pointing to the two locked in battle.
Cerberus hurled Set from him, diving backwards, capturing Jenna in his arms. "There Elder. That is the one who did this. Me and mine had no part. Take your pet, but kill him first."
Azrael slammed a lock down on Set. Freezing him where he stood. "Take your hands off her." He reached for Jenna with one hand, his other reaching for Cerberus. "Renegade scum, I will teach you to touch what belongs to your betters."
"Master. No." Jenna struggled to block Azrael's hand. "He saved my life. He broke the spell that kept me from calling you. That is the one. Please, hear me." She sobbed throwing herself into his arms trying to get through the blood lust.
Michael moved, pulling Cerberus behind him. "Listen Sire. Would you kill one who has helped you?"
"Mad dog, Renegade." Azrael turned his attention from Cerberus, back to the frozen vampire. "What right have you to take what is mine?"
"You stole from me." Set forced the words out. "Violated law by accepting what you had no right to."
Azrael looked at him at a loss. He did not know this Renegade, had never seen him. Then dawning struck. His name was 'Set'. This had been the beast that had held Selene. The raging inferno of his anger, chilled. This was the animal, the damned monster that had almost ruined his Childe.
Fingers closed around Set's throat as Azrael drew his face downward to his. "You die."
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