The door was heavy under my fingertips. The honey wood felt as if it was fighting against me, begging me not to go in. I felt light on my face but refused to lift my eyes- I was in denial. A soft wind nipped at my belly button, reminding me that I stood half dressed. Silence is all I was greeted with after stepping forward.
"Ammie ", I heard a soft voice speak. Instantly I froze. No one has used my nickname since I woke from the dead. My eyes lifted up and I was greeted by the sight of 20 individuals sitting at a dining hall table. None of them moved, they just stared. My eyes frantically searched for the source of the name and I held my breath when I landed on Ophelia, Elijah's little sister.
Ophelia's red hair was tied tightly into a bun that reminded me of her Elegance. We had shared so many memories growing up as a child- if I could cry, I would have. My nightmare continued on with only one thought bouncing around my brain; poor, poor Ophelia. Forced to live a life of horror, blood and damnation.
"Ophie " I whispered, not caring about the eyes on me anymore. My attention was ripped away from my old friend when another person called my name.
"Come and sit on my lap", Elijah demanded. There was no room for argument. I found his handsome face and removed any emotion from mine. I held my head high, avoiding the crowd, as I walked to him. I would be damned if I was embarrassed by this carcass of a man again. When I was about a foot away from Eli his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me into him. For a second I treasured the feeling of his muscles against my back, but one look up to the table brought me back to reality.
The queen was the first person I made eye contact with besides Elijah and Ophelia. Her venomous eyes were on me, scanning my body, stopping to consider Elijah's arm wrapped around my tiny waist.
"I have brought you all here tonight because you are amongst the stop individuals of whom I place my trust, and my legacy in", Elijah"s voice demanded attention from everyone. I froze as the dominance of his being poured into every fiber of my soul. Not being able to contain myself, I shivered.
"It is not secret who this exceptional woman is in my arms, but do not be fooled, she is not my weakness any longer. Time has passed and her awakening has brought on a new war. A war where people believe that I am still weak, and they must be slaughtered for their lack of loyalty", his onslaught went on.
Emotion tore at the mask I displayed on my face. Hearing Elijah degrade his emotions for me so publicly tore at my heart. I may be a monster now as well, but I still very much felt residual feelings towards Elijah. Just briefly I made eye contact with the queen and furry burned deep within me at the sight of her smirk. I held my anger in, realizing that any knowledge I can gain from this conversation may be helpful to my situation.
"My Lord", a deep Romanian voice interrupted. I found the source to be an old, fat gentleman who appeared to be in his 60's. He also smelled very human.
"I continue to keep the humans ignorant of your slaves rebirth, just as we have all agreed upon. However, murdering her in front of everyone may send a good message", a man calmly spoke. My fingers sank into Elijah's thighs as the suggestion was thrown onto the table. My stoic mask was still placed on my face but internally I started to panic. I may not belong in this time but the idea of being brutally murdered was enough to put anyone off.
Just then two hands slammed onto my thighs, forcing my legs apart. A gasp flew from my mouth as my pussy was on display for the entire table to see. Dread consumed me, leaking from the my very core. I looked at Elijah, who still addressed the table as if nothing every happened.
"That is a good argument and point, Ezicial, what does everyone else think", his even toned voice asked. I felt myself tense when Elijah's finger found my clit and slowly started to caress me. Horror was written on my face when I looked back at everyone. No one, however, met my eyes. They all sat there looking at Elijah like nothing was ever happening.
My breath started to pick up when my slit became wet. I was mortified and embarrassed but Elijah had the power to take me there. When his finger penetrated me I did the best I could to close my eyes and pretend like this wasn't happening. I prayed to a God I didn't believe in. I prayed to the universe. I prayed to whoever would listen to please let me awake from this nightmare. The sounds of suggestions and my slick pussy bounced around the room. Elijah worked me like a fiddle, knowing exactly how to make me cum. I held in any noises until a whine slipped out as I came. I opened my eyes to see everyone still ignoring me.
The conversation was lost to me at this point, and when everyone was dismissed to leave I couldn't help but to think of one thing;
Maybe Ezicial"s suggestion wasn't so bad.
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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...
