A Touch of Darkness

Chapter 21

***Claude's POV***

Tossing the weak human into the dirty holding cells.

"Been some time since I've had a captive" Slamming the metal bars close behind me.  His frail breakable body shrunk into the wall.  

How could she care so much about the weak blood bag?! I have so much to give her, but she wants him?  She must be blinded by the blood lust.  That's the only reasonable explanation.

The sad creature chuckled darkly, taking me by surprise.

"Since you locked Victoria in here?" 

Charging forward, taking his throat in my hand raising him into the wall.  Weak legs desperately trying to kick me away.  Pointless.

"Do not speak my beloved's name!" Baring my fangs.  Knocking his head into the stone, his warm blood dripping onto my hand.

His body gasped trying to breath.  But no fear? Odd. 

"Y-you had to take me j-just to get her to come to y-you" His boney fingers tried to pry my grip.  I was one simple squeezing from crushing it entirely.   This whole mess would be done.

Dropping him at my feet.  Kicking swiftly into his ribs, a satisfying crunch echoed through the room. Yet he still tried to stand on his feet, grunting in pain.

Taking his sweaty bloody hair in my hand.

"Once home.  I will have her dispose of you herself!" Ripping a chunk of hair out.  His anguish rattling through me, filling me with peace.

Striding out of the cell, straitening my white button up shirt.  Growling at the sight on the human's blood stained it.  Licking the blood off of my hand.  Not even slightly enticing.  Bland like any other human.  But she treated him like delicacy!

I entered the main dining hall. Snapping over one of the maids with a flick of my hand.

"Get me some fresh clothes.  And arrange us some meals, my beloved will be here soon" Ordering has the skimpy help nodded her blonde head, her big doe eyes lacking any depth.  Tits pushed up as high as they would go in her deep red shirt held by to thin straps. 

Skipping away with her black clad skirt pulled up just high enough to see her ass cheeks hanging out her undergarments.  Nothing comparable to my dear Victoria. But the frail little girl was delectable when parched.  And she bound by secrecy, so she had no option but to comply with my every request.

Once out of the filthy clothes.  I sat on the lush sofa in my filled living room.  Thoughts of when I first found my sweet Victoria filled my mind, bringing a smile to my fangs.  

She was so weak and naïve.  But once changing her she turned into a powerful young partner.  Of course she fought me at first.  I had to teach her to respect me.  But she was a fast learner.   

After only 10 years, I released her from the cell.  She tried multiple times to race home to her family.  So I easily took care of them for her.  Explaining that it hadn't been me it would have been her who killed them.

She didn't understand at first, but then sadly I found that hag Margaret.  Thought she'd be a great companion for my Victoria.  She brought life back to my Victoria.  We had this town in the palm of our hands.  

But when the 70s came, something changed in my dear beloved.  She became resentful.  Angry. And refused all my extravagant gifts. Complained she wanted to be free. Nothing is enough for her!  She wanted to leave me.

Slamming my fist on the table beside me at the thought. The wood splitting before crumbling to the floor.

But now.  After these years of keeping an eye on her and letting her have her freedom.  I couldn't just sit by and watch her with that pesky human clouding her judgment.  She didn't love him.  His blood just muddied her thinking.  She just needed to be reminded of me.

The screams from the human somehow reaching the second level were becoming annoying.

Sighing heavily.

"Hannah!" Roaring out loud enough for her human ears to hear.

"Yes sir?" Scampering over with her hands behind her back.

"Stop that blood bag from screaming.  Gag him for all I care.  but I will not have him interrupting my dinner!" Shooing her away.

She looked uneasy for half a second but quickly trotted away with a nod.

***Damien's POV***

I screamed out as loud as possible.  Begging for anyone to hear me.  I prayed Victoria wouldn't come, but she was stubborn and always did what she wanted.

Taking in painful breaths.  Sounds of fast footsteps coming to the door caught my attention.  A petite blonde bounded the corner, coming to the metal bars.

"Please.  You have to get me out of here" Begging as I crawled in her direction.

"Sorry that's not an option. But I'm going to have to ask you to be quiet.  The Master's beloved will be here soon and he doesn't want to be interrupted" Replying like a robot.

"Fuck! He's got you convinced too!" Gripping my stomach with a gasp as shooting pain had me doubling over.

Rolling her eyes.  The only light in the cell hanging over her head.  She looks like she hasn't ate in weeks.

"How can you listen to him?! Stay here?!  He's a fucking monster!" Laughing darkly.  The pain increasing as my lungs tried to inhale.

Unfazed by my words. "Again.  I will need to be quiet.  I don't know the girl but she's very important to the Master" Placing her boney fingers on her hips.

A loud ringing bell vibrated the room caused both of our heads to look up.

"She's here" Her anxious eyes looked at me.

"Victoria!" Belting as loud as my lungs allowed.

"Shut up!  You'll kill us both!" Her hands fumbled keys out of her pocket.  My heart raced as she opened to the metal bars.  Was she releasing me?!   Her weak hands tried pushing me back, covering my mouth.

Taking a deep breath I rushed forward. Slamming into her but her thin legs tripped beneath her.  Her cry echoing through the walls.

Grabbing her arm shoving her out of my way as I limped to the bars.

"Master!" Her painful screeching voice cried.

My body stilled hearing loud heavy steps rushing in my direction.

Claude was in my face within seconds.  Grunting as a hand shoved my chest back.  Falling back into the cell. Gasping as my vision blurred from the smack of the stone wall hitting my skull.  The sound of the keys jingling and the girl crying out as the ringing of the metal bars closed.

Another set of fast footsteps came close.

"Damien?!" 

Victoria?

I couldn't open my eyes.  

"Damien?! Please look at me!" She ordered. But my mind was clouding.  I must be imagining it. My body was numbing slowly.  I want to see if she was real, not just a voice in my head but I couldn't move.

At least her voice would be the last thing I'd hear.