My throat and eyes burned as I awoke from slumber. Hungry. I was hungry. I had not drank any blood since before my trip to the castle 24 hours ago. At some point during Elijah's "ceremony" I had blacked out. Perhaps from the pain, the embarrassment, or the shock. In all honestly I believe it to be a combination of all three.
I knew I was in Elijah's castle; his smell swam through all my senses. I turned my head to the left and took in my surroundings. The bed I was on was soft, covered in silk sheets. The room had no windows but even in the dark I could tell it was beautiful.
"Amelia", a dark voice called my name. I knew that voice. Blue eyes flashed in my mind. My body tensed, turning towards my captor.
"Elijah", I whispered. The cruel man sat feet away from me, his gaze burning my body. I moved back as he started towards me. His hand wrapped around my ankle, jerking me onto
my back. Elijah painfully jerked my legs apart, exposing all of me to him. His finger ran up my slit as he spoke.
"How did you get here, Amelia?" He asked, applying pressure to my bud. I shivered, my body betraying my mind.
"I awoke from a tomb that you put me in," I spat. Elijah's eyes flashed black and he slammed three fingers into me. I cried out as I felt myself expanding at the intrusion. My hips arched off the mattress towards his body.
"Tell me the truth little one", he hissed as he spun his fingers around inside of me.
"I was sent to kill you", I admitted. There was no reason in hiding it. I was already confused and captured, not knowing who or what to believe. Elijah was the only person in this era that I knew- I had no reason to believe him or anyone else. His eyes went black again as his thumb stroked my clit. A familiar feeling began in my legs as I met his thrusts with my own. His eyes never left mine, even as I came.
When I opened my eyes, he was still staring- no emotion plastered on his face. He removed his fingers from inside of me and slowly stuck them in his mouth. If I could blush- my face would have been on fire. This wasn't the Elijah I knew. Taking anything he wanted and being so openly sexual as if it's as normal as a hand shake.
"Give me answers Eli", I whispered. This was too much. To wake up from the dead, be sent to kill my fiancé after he murdered me and now to be raped by him infront of his kingdom. My emotions were on overdrive.
"You will be my whore. I will fuck you infront of who I want, when I want. You mean nothing." He calmly stated and once again turned his back, leaving me alone.
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The Whore (part one)
Vampire"I was taken into a room that one would use to entertain guests in. It was a massive dining hall draped in red curtains and dazzling black marble floors. It was beautiful. I only hoped it wouldn't be the place where my life was taken yet again by th...
