Enslaved (5 page)

"
Viktoria
?
Viktoria
, take slow breaths and focus on me, okay, darling?" Vince whispered rapidly when her eyelids fluttered open revealing blood-shot eyeballs, the blue her irises should've been were nearly black.

Doing the only thing he could think of, Vince cut the flesh at the base of his throat with his nail and sat
Viktoria
up, guiding her lips to his neck. He held her head there until he felt her lips move slightly, felt the pulling sensation as she began to suck at the woun
d, drawing the blood from him.

Viktoria
became urgent while she drank, angling her body the right way so she could get more access to Vince's incision. He held her close, loving the feeling of her puckering and relaxing lips, the way her hands pulled at his shirt, hugging herself closer to him.

Vince lay back slowly, bringing
Viktoria
down with him so she lay on his stomach, her fingers knitting into his dark hair, her moonlight-fair mane creating a barrier so Vince couldn't see her ingest his life fluids. He moved his head back so he completely bared his jugular to her as she straddled his waist and swallowed more deeply.

Moans of the best pleasure there was escaped
Viktoria's
busy lips and Vince let out a dazed chuckle of bliss as he remembered the only time she had ever made that noi
se....

"Come to my place, we can chat there, catch up," Vince murmured, knowing it was too late to go back on his plans, to let
Viktoria
go. If he did the Guardians would track her down and kill her, vampires weren't allowed to make direct contact with a human unless they were going to enslave them or drain them...

"Sure, Vince."
She responded and Vince nearly took back his offer, but he was saving the only person in the world that seemed to understand him- HAD seemed understand him...

Vince led her to his car and drove her away, away from humans, away from her normal life and into the world of vampires.

* * *

Vince smirked at
Viktoria
, taking her hand in a flirtatious way and leading her up the stairs to the second floor of his "house." One thing led to another after that, they entered the room, Vince turned on his full charm, and he kissed her.

The kiss built up, strong and hungry, rough and unforgiving. Vince pushed
Viktoria
to the bed, she fell onto it, clutching onto his shirt. Vince fell on top of her, holding his weight the right way so she didn't feel all of it.

Viktoria
moaned with absolute bliss as he stroked her collarbone with his parted lips, kissing her flesh here and there as she pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned her blouse....

That night went on in a blur of ecstasy, even through the part where Vince sunk his teeth into her skin, into an artery, and unleashed a flow of the most delicious blood Vince had ever tasted. Before he knew it he had taken too much and needed to feed her from him.....

Vince came out of the flashback in time, easing
Viktoria's
mouth from his and brushing his lips against hers.

"That's enough,
Viktoria
, or you'll change and we don't want that." He murmured.

Viktoria
was silent as she stared into Vince's eyes and right then Vince was sure of one thing in his ever twisting life:
Viktoria
will willingly be his soon enough.....

Chapter 9

Vince left
Viktoria
once again, not to feed, but to finish his "argument" with Jon.
Viktoria
hadn't been informed about what happened while she was out cold and Vince was fine with
that, she didn't need to know.

As Vince strode through the second floor to the staircase that led to the third level he thought back to his fi
rst experience in this house...

The sky was dark and comforting as Vince moved about the mansion his adopted parents promised would be his when he turned sixteen, apparently vampires didn't live by the rules of the humans. Gregory, Vince's new dad had said, "We vampires are superior to the vermin we call human, Vincent. We will not abide by their mistrusting rules."

Vince hadn't really been shocked when his new parents had told him he was a vampire. It had explained the reason he was stronger, faster, and more sensitive to certain things than humans. The blood-drinking had been a little shock until he had actually TASTED the blood of a mortal, but after that....well, his parents said that he was a "strong one" a vampire unaffected by his past human years and could feed without hesitation- without remembering.

Vince had strode through barren hallways, envisioning blood-red walls to get a vampire thirsty, black carpets to blend with the shadows and the night, black ceilings and doors. No mirrors, seeing as vampires were naturally afraid of them, afraid that the seeing glass would steal their soul for eternity. He would put paintings up of the Guardians of Death, the vampires who controlled the vampires in the world, assigned massive territories to the strongest vampires and smaller lands for the weakest, some vampires didn't even get onto the ranks, they wer
e nomads, forever wandering....

Vince was snapped back to the present when he heard that slick voice that was still raspy from the healing of his windpipe.

Sneaking up to the doorway to the lounge on the third floor, Vince listened silently. He dared not
breath
or move, for fear that his broth
er would hear him eavesdropping

"...He can't find out Maria, if we get
Her
out of the way, then we can distract Vince long enough to bring down his little world." Jon was hissing to a servant with black hair and green eyes. "You need to end her, make sure no one suspects foul play, then I can get Master-" Jon pronounced the word sarcastically- "Vince out of the way and you and I can own this Hotel, you'll be immortal."

"But how, Master Jon?"
Maria asked softly, flirtatiously and, peering around the wall, Vince saw that she was draped over Jon's body now as they lay on a settee, her fingers caressing his abs. "How will WE get rid of Vince?"

"No, no, no, Maria, stick to your part. You execute that servant and I'll deal with my brother. When it's all over, I won't even have any blood on my hands."

"What about me?" Maria demanded.

"You, well you'll be a
vampire,
you won't have to worry about suffering the consequences in the next life." Jon kept on rambling while Vince slipped away.

This wasn't good and Vince knew it. There was only one servant's death that could 'distract' Vince and that would be
Viktoria
. As much as Vince wanted to convince himself,
Viktoria
was a part of him, both physically- because of her blood within him- and mentally- because of their bond- and if she was dead, than half of Vince would be, too. If Vince wanted to stay sane and whole then he'd need to do either one of two things....change her or set her free and hope the Guardians didn't find her....

As Vince slunk away, mind reeling with questions and plans he thought,
Well
, hell, life for me couldn't get anymore worse.

But it did.

Chapter 10

The next morning Tori was on her feet and bustling about the kitchen, avoiding the servants' wary glances. She was heading back from the basement after searching for some blood bags for breakfast when a bell chimed in the dinning room.

The servants did what was routine, lined up in a single-file line and walked out of the kitchen, lining the far wall and facing Master Vince and Master Jon.

Vince looked as handsome as ever with his shoulder-length, shaggy black hair,
pensive
crimson eyes. His lean body was clad in black slacks, tucked ruggedly into his pants was a deep violet button-down shirt left unbuttoned so it revealed the smooth, carved planes of his pale chest, around his long, tense neck was that black ribbon that dangled the cross with the rubies. Vince's lips were quirked thoughtfully as he combed his eyes over the fifty servants before him, tapping a dress-shoe-covered foot rather nervously.

Jon, standing stiffly beside his brother, looked dashing himself with his slicked back blond hair and penetrating bloody eyes, his compact body sporting black slacks and a black tunic.

"Brother, why don't you explain why the Hotel's vacant of vampires," Jon suggested, a devilish glint in his eye.

Vince was silent for a prolonged moment, eyes still sweeping over the servants, his eyes lingering on
Viktoria
the longest every t
ime he raked his gaze of them.

When it seemed like Vince wouldn't answer he spoke, "Servants, as you know it is my- our- parents' year to hold the Guardians' Gathering. You are all well aware of the
fact that in one territory there are
only supposed to be a certain number of vampires, well we have exceeded the amount just in this one building." Vince smirked, seeming proud of
himself
for a moment. "So, before the Guardians of Death arrive we had to send the vampires away so we would
not be marked as law-breakers.

"Until they return only a few of you will be fed on, those who are will not be required to work, for you'll be drained of blood and energy for a little while. Those who aren't will be tidying up the Hotel for the arrival of the Guardians and vampires, cooking meals for over three hundred vampires, and cleaning the guest rooms." Vince finished with, "Any questions?"

Maria raised her hand and Tori saw Jon flash
her an
angered look, still confused Tori kept quiet and listened.
 

"Yes, Maria?" Vince nearly growled, his gaze flashing to the servant, then to
Viktoria
, and back again to Maria.

"Master Vince, how will we know who will be feeding you two?" Maria asked quietly.

"We'll come to you," Jon answered.
"Any more queries?"

Tori raised her hand slowly, eyes on the ground, afraid to meet either vampires' eyes.

"Yes,
Viktoria
?"

Tori let out a quiet sigh of relief when she heard
His reassuringly silken voice.

"Master Vince, I was recently in the blood cellar and I am fairly certain we will not have enough for three hundred vampires."

"Ah, that is a problem,
Viktoria
."

Tori went rigid, slowly turning her eyes towards Jon. "Indeed," she responded faintly.

"I'd be willing to take you to the blood bank- " Jon began but was cut short by a feral and warning hiss that escaped Vince's lips that were pressed into a straight line.

"I don't think that will be possible, brother," Vince sneered the last word and continued, "for
Viktoria
will be my main donor for the duration of this ordeal."

Tori hung her head, her hair making that veil around her face so she could dodge the glances being thrown a
t her by the other human girls.

Jon smirked at Vince tauntingly, "I see, brother. Well, then I'll be taking another servant. No big deal."

"It better not be," Vince hissed, too quiet for the humans to hear, though Tori could for she had a vampire's blood in her veins at the moment that was dying out...