The Story of Ms. Renfield (On Hold)

Chapter Five: Past Pain

This is the chapter that may trigger people. Jordan is seventeen years old when she is SA. And it was by someone she thought she could trust. If you want to skip, feel free. Just know that the assailant gets theirs in the end.

In the past, when Jordan was seventeen...

A knock on his office door revealed Jordan, the daughter of his lawyer, Daniel Renfield. It had only been a year ago, on Jordan's sixteen birthday that the family secret had been told to her. That Vlad Drake the Third was really Count Dracula and a vampire.

"Jordan, this is a surprise. Does your father know that you are here?" Vlad asked with a bit of shock in his voice, standing from his desk. It was mid-morning during a school day.

Jordan shook her head no, pulling the strap of her bag closer. She was still in her school uniform of a white polo top and blue plaid skirt with knee high socks with blue strips on the top. She shifted in the brown penny loafer shoes she wore. Her eyes were downcast and dark. There was an air of worry about the young lady. "Jordan, is everything okay?" Vlad paced across the office space to her side, concerned for her.

"I need your help." Jordan whispered softly. There was hurt in her voice. "I can't go to my parents. They will hate me." Tears welled up in her eyes. Vlad placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to the leather couch. He had her sit down while he knelt next to her. He pulled a cloth from his black suit pants and handed it to her.

"Jordan, sweet girl. I doubt your parents will hate you. But you don't feel comfortable talking to them, I understand. I am here to help." Vlad assured her. He watched as she dried her eyes with the cloth.

Jordan told a breath. "My boyfriend and I ...had sex a few weeks ago." She confessed with a shaky voice. "I think there is something wrong." Jordan hid her face from Vlad. She gripped the cloth so hard that her knuckles were white.

Vlad leaned back on his heels, realizing why she feared telling her parents. "Did he used a condom?" He asked gently. Jordan shook her head no. Vlad took a breath before asking his next question. "What are you experiencing, Jordan?"

"It hurts." She cried softly. "When I go to the bathroom. There is so much pain. Like I am peeing fire." She started to shake. Vlad laid his hand on her back and rubbed it gently. "Now, there is a dark discharge..." She started to fold into herself. Vlad embraced Jordan, letting her sob against him. He held her close and pet her hair as she cried on the fabric of his black suit jacket.

"I didn't want to do it." Jordan's words made Vlad tense up. "We were supposed to go the movies that night. Instead, he drove us out on some lonely road in the woods. He said that if I really loved him that I would let him fuck me. I told him no, that I wanted to wait until I was older. That we should wait."

"Jordan, what did he do next?" Vlad fought to keep the rage from his voice.

"He started to yank me across the seat, trying to get me into the back. I pushed him off and ran from the car. He chased me. I begged him to stop, but he won't" Jordan's hand had a death grip of Vlad's arm. Her nails going into the material. Vlad did not move her hand away. He would let her rip off his whole arm if it made her feel better. "He threw me on the ground just outside the car. He held me down while he pushed his pants off." Jordan buried her face.

"It hurt so bad when he...my friends said that it felt good when they had sex with their boyfriends. It was not good. It never felt good." Jordan explained. She raised her eyes at Vlad. "He told me that he was going to punish me for being such a tease. He...pushed it into my ass. I felt like I was going to die." She stammered hard.

"Jordan." Vlad was fighting the urge to track the boy down at that moment and present her with his head on a pike. "Have you told him about what you are experiencing? The symptoms you have."