Claimed

Ch. 2: Heartbeat

The den was not what Astrae expected it to be. She had only been to one den in her life, and 13 male wolves lived there. They were apart from society, found her lost and gave her a place to stay. They also gave her directions in the morning, and a warning. Not every pack was like theirs. Actually I don’t think any packs were like theirs.

This den was clean. Instead of a dirty cave, it was basically an office building. Each wolf had a room. Big rooms for meetings, lavish rooms for the elders. She was placed in an elders room, and then was left alone.

She stood up, suddenly feeling uncomfortable to be sitting on one of their beds. Her gums throbbed and her jaw was sore. The back of her head was slowly healing, slower than normal from her lack of energy. Her leg was already healed. She marched over to the door and banged on it.

“Can I get some painkillers in here!” she yelled. Her hunger was making her irritated. Moments later the door opened a crack and a blood bag was thrown in. She froze. She didn’t want blood, she wanted painkillers to take the edge off.

Now on the floor, she scooted back into a corner, staring at the bag of blood with intense desire. She could see the young girls face clearly in her mind. Screaming for Astrae to stop, to calm down. Astrae had stalked her, cornered her, and drained. Astrae felt sick. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a bottle of scotch and smiled a bit.

If she couldn’t have her painkillers, and she wouldn’t drink the blood, then she would just self medicate on someones 1988 scotch.

Half a bottle later, the door opened and Demetri stepped in. When he saw the blood bag on the floor, he raised an eyebrow in confusion. He scanned the room until he made eye contact with her, and was instantly displeased with the fact that she was drinking his alcohol.

“I assumed you were hungry, since we roughed you up a bit.” He smirked. Pleasure clear in his eyes as he thought about the hunt. Astrae ignored him.

“I wish I could get drunk. That darn healing reaction clears alcohol out of my system way too fast. The closest I can get is a nice buzz.” She said. She stared at the rim of the bottle. He walked over to her, lifting her up by her wrists to set her on the bed. He noticed the blood spot on his wall and a look of clear displeasure crossed his face. She wasn’t healing well.

He walked over and picked up the blood bag. He ripped open the corner with his teeth and poured it in a wine glass bringing it to her. The scent was strong now. Her gums burned and she could feel her pupils covering her entire eye.

He looked at her. He knew she was hungry, her set jaw and eyes made that clear. What he didn’t understand was why she wasn’t drinking. Anger flashed in his eyes.

“Drink.” He practically shoved the glass in her face. Faster than he could even see she had slapped the glass across the room. Her fingers trembled, and her mind jumped back to the girl in the alley. She hadn’t even bothered to get her name. “You need to drink in order to heal.” He growled. She stayed firm. She wasn’t going to drink human blood.

“If you want me to heal, bring me a human.” His eyes lit up with amusement as he called to the guard outside the door to get one of the maids. Within five minutes a girl stood before her. She got up and circled the girl, she was shaking but she didn’t move. Astrae could hear the thump of her blood hitting the artery walls and her eyes almost rolled back in pleasure.

He watched curious. This vampiress had much control over her hunger. He had seen a vampire feed only a few times, and it seemed that when they were hungry, they leaped and were careless about it. She wanted quality. She inspected the girl, sniffed, and even ran her fingers through her hair. The vampiress was mesmerizing.

“Some privacy?” She looked over to him. He wasn’t going to miss this for the world. Watching a slow feed would be a once in a lifetime opportunity. Astrae tensed. She didn’t want Demetri to see her feed on her pheromones, but if she didn’t feed soon she would rip this poor girls heart out. “Why isn’t she running?” Astrae asked. Demetri smiled proudly.

“You're not the first Vampire I have met. One by the name of Slan compelled me quite a few humans to do my bidding. Of course you know, vampire compulsion lasts quite a bit longer on humans then on fae.” Astrae nodded. She couldn’t help herself. She quickly ripped off the girls dress, taking in the look of her bare skin. The sweet smell of her skin radiated off of her body. Astrae lightly placed her hand on the girls hip and took a step closer so their bodies were pressed against each other. The maid girls breath caught in her throat.

Demetri was surprised by the way that the vampiress decided to take off the girls clothing first, and was even more taken back when instead of fear, the human radiated pleasure. The vampiress trailed her fingers from the girls hip to her stomach. The human let out a cry. Not in pain, but in pleasure.

Astrae started humming. When she was born, she was born knowing how to hum the tune. The maids eyes rolled back in her head, moaning louder and louder. Astrae kept trailing her fingers over the girls body. Soon she felt the pheromones in the air, radiating from the girls skin. They absorbed into Astrae and she felt her head healing. The girls moaning was getting louder and more frequent. Her gums no longer throbbed and her jaw hung open a bit. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feed.

She knew that the maid was going to die if she continued. She stopped, and the maid dropped to the floor limp. She closed her eyes and listened. The maid still had a pulse. She smiled.

Demetri was amazed. He kept smelling, and all he smelt was vampire, yet what he just witnessed was a succubus feed. He was completely amazed, although he hid it well.

“What is your name.” He demanded. He must learn about her. She stared at him. Eyes cold. Astrae lied. She gave him her mothers name.

“Kothari.” She whispered. It felt strange having her mothers name cross her lips. She tried not to speak about her mother.

What an unusual name he thought. It was so original, yet it sounded so familiar. She walked over to his bed and laid down. Succubi needed sleep after a feed, time to absorb the energy. She was passed out almost immediately. He cautiously walked over and brushed the hair out of her face. He was struck by her beauty.

Her lips pouted in her sleep. They were bright and pink despite the being dead thing. His eyes trailed up to her eyelashes. Her eyes were lightly closed, her eyelashes still fluttering a bit on her cheeks.  She was beautiful. He frowned to himself. He must have been stupid to not see that she was a succubus! Being a vampire does not make you turn beautiful. Being a succubus does.

He laid down next to her, keeping an inch of space between them. Without touching her, he could feel the power radiating from her. Drawing him to her. He was about to pull her to lay on his chest when he heard it. It was faint but it was there. Her heart was beating. It was impossible. Its not possible that a dead being have a heart beat. Its also not possible that a living being can go an hour without a heart beat. He needed to know more.