The Twisted Tribrid Queen

Chapter 14 - Aurora

Being a vampire is difficult to say the least. There is so much happening, so much that could go wrong, we have no idea where Cassandra is, or what exactly she's planning. But all I can manage to think about is blood, and Samael's cock. Mostly in that order.

Danika is unable to be reasoned with. She's like a frenzied force in my head, dying to sink her fangs into anything that moves and desperate for me to quite literally beg on my knees for Samael to fuck me again.

Which is not something I'm opposed to doing but I'm not sure Samael would in front of these men. They stare up at him, terror in their eyes and their hearts rapidly pumping the blood through their veins. I can sense it. I can hear it. I can feel it. I think I could control it if I tried... it's almost tangible. Like I could reach out and touch it.

One of them, Xavier, screams and his eyes go wide as he starts coughing up blood. I realize my head is titled as I stare at him and I give it a shake, forcing myself out of my little daze.

Samael glances back at me, "oh, we are going to explore that, my love." He shakes his head slowly, a smirk spreading across his lips, "I wonder what other marvelous things you can do."

I feel my face heat up and smile at my mate, "I didn't even realize I was doing anything."

Xavier spits out a bit more blood and then wipes his mouth off, his eyes glued to the floor as if afraid to even look at me.

"What were you thinking just now?" Samael asks, taking a step back towards me and leaving the cell door wide open.

"I was thinking about how I could sense their blood, how I could almost feel it, and... how good it felt."

He nods thoughtfully, not even sparing a glance back at the traitors. He really just doesn't give a shit. He'll even let them try to escape, if they're stupid enough to attempt it.

He circles behind me, his lips hovering over my ear, "you are so powerful, my queen. You could probably kill them with simply a thought, make them bleed out where they sit."

My eyes go wide and he chuckles, "when I get what we need out of them, I want you to see what you can do, ok, my love? Don't hold back on them, let your magic flow through you freely."

I nod slowly, feeling a tingle of excitement creeping through me. I haven't been able to unleash my magic fully yet, and I'm eager to feel it.

One of the men, Viktor or Killian, I'm not sure, is a blur as he darts to the dungeon stairs. I hear Samael chuckle again, but I don't see him until he throws the vampire back into the cell with a loud crash. He hits the concrete wall and falls to the floor unconscious. Samael is back at my side, before I've fully registered what happened. Holy fucking goddess, he's fast.

He kisses my neck lightly before he steps in front of the open cell door and just glares into it, shaking his head in disappointment. "I let you plan, I let you betray me and plot against me. Maybe I even let it go a bit too far," he shrugs as if he couldn't care less. "But you won't be escaping this. You're done. All of you. You've failed. You've failed your king, you've failed Cassandra, and now you will tell me everything and then you will die." He glances back at me with a smirk, "and it will be a very bloody death."

I always thought I was a little psychotic. I know it's because of the rapes and the trauma, I know it changed me and that's why I enjoy the violence. But as far as I know, Samael doesn't have that. He's cold and uncaring and violent because that's just who he is. He's cocky and arrogant and all fucking mine. I think I might be the only person to have ever seen a softer side of him, a side these pathetic vampires couldn't even begin to imagine as they stare up at him in complete and utter terror.