a Goddess among Men

Wolfish grins and devils charm

A/N: Sooo this is the first Author Note that I have done for this story and it is because I bear a warning. This chapter contains graphic scenes of rape, extreme gore, abuse, and anything that you would expect to see in a vampire novel. If you have any issues with these things please feel free to send me a message and I will gladly write an alternate chapter so that the story can still progress like it would if this chapter didn't exist. Thank you so much for reading and I look forward to any messages that I receive.

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"You are such a pretty little song bird." Landau's voice drifts lazily over to me as he bends over to cup Natashia's jaw in his massive hand.

"Don't you dare touch her you bastard!" I scream at the top of my lungs and thrash against the ropes and men restraining me.

"Will you sing for me little bird?" He completely ignores my fighting and continues to hold her face making her green eyes meet his brown ones.

When she doesn't respond he lets out a small growl of annoyance and takes a step back. Landau glares down at Natashia making her look so small. I continue to fight and scream against the men holding me acting like a wild animal. The massive werewolf looks over to me and gives me a wolfish grin before turning his attention back to my Mistress. He brings his hand away from her chin to let it travel up her cheek, a feel her terror and hatred in my mind fueling my anger. A loud crack sounds through the room as her red hair is thrown up into the air, her head shoots to the side and a feeling of sharp pain and shock radiates in my cheek as well as hers.

Her small frame falls to the side unable to catch herself as a bright red handprint starts to form on her tiny cheek. Enraged and shocked I stop struggling and look at her unable to believe that anyone would touch my mistress in that way. The men holding me take my sudden pause as an advantage and slam me down onto the dirty stone floor, my head turned so that I have to look at her laying there on the ground.

"What's wrong little bird, don't want to sing for me?" He growls standing over her as he pulls out a knife. "Will you sing for me when I cut your wings?"

The monster sits on her waist pinning her to the ground and with his knife starts to cut off her blouse. Natashia winces and whimpers on occasion fighting him and trying with all of her vampiric strength to throw him off of her. I scream and fight as hard as I can against the men holding me as he starts to rip her clothes from her ivory skin.

"Stop! Don't you dare touch her you monster! Let her go!" I scream with my every breath trying as hard as I can to get away and protect her.

"Honestly Dante, you really should have learned your place by now. You can make this stop just tell me what you are to her." That sickening voice reaches my ears as an older man with brown hair walks down the cellar stairs.

"Don't Dante! Don't say it, don't you ever say it." Natashia speaks with tears in her eyes as she fights and struggles under the massive werewolf, another painfully loud slap sounds throughout the cellar making me wince.

"Aw, it looks like your Mistress doesn't want to believe that you care about her. Don't you think you should tell her before she dies?" Verin looks down at me with those cold eyes as though I am merely scum on his shoe then turns those eyes to the bare form of my Mistress. Those damning eyes change to something perverse and sickening making me fight more.

"Please, Dante, please don't." She whimpers and is pulled back up by her crimson hair by the monster on top of her. Blood trickles down a large gash above her eye as she looks at me with those heart breaking eyes.