InsaneJournal

He'd gone to sleep in the ricketty old building he'd found, in that strange prison.. and he'd woken up in a large, comfortable bed with silk sheets, and a cool body laying next to him. For a moment, he'd considered that the entire ending up in a glass prison had been a dream. That would figure, he'd eaten something bad and had gone to sleep and dreamed of losing Abby and ending up in a glass jar with an incredibly hot woman. Sounded exactly like the sort of dream he'd have. And a smile curled his face thinking about it. But then the body next to him had moved and he'd realized he wasn't alone, though there was no warmth coming from that body. That was strange. Was it Abby? Really? Had he scored with Abby and he couldn't even remember it? Oh, that would just suck. But then he smoothed a hand over the sheets. Silk. They didn't have any silk sheets. The only bed he'd ever slept in with silk sheets was...

"Good evening, Lover." Came the smooth voice of Danica Talos, and Hannibal was jerking upright very suddenly and turning wide eyes down to the very naked, very attractive female vampire laying in the bed next to him. The shock was clear on his face. How had he gotten back here? Was that glass jar her doing? Had she planned this all for him? He should have been breathing harder, but he wasn't. In fact, he wasn't breathing at all. Wide brown eyes looked down over his own naked body, eyes lingering on the mark just above his exposed penis. Her mark. Then those brown eyes were coming back up to her much brighter blues. She looked unimpressed and maybe a little annoyed. "Aren't you going to say good morning?" She sat up just enough to swing out a sharp-nailed hand to smack him hard across his pretty face. It caused his head to turn and he stared at the headboard a moment, going over the details of this situation in his head, before he licked the corner of his lip, removing the blood there. He knew the taste well, that wasn't human blood.

He was a vampire.

"Good evening, Danica, did you sleep well?" He answered automatically. He fell back into the role of a slave so easily, it disgusted him. But it had to be done. Somehow, he had ended up back in her clutches. How was she even alive? He'd watched her die. Maybe all of that had been a dream and.. this was real. Maybe he'd never been cured and--

He didn't have much time to think about it, because her hand was moving lower and grabbing hard onto a very sensitive area of his body. It caused him to jerk forward a little in a wince and close his eyes. "Nice to see that you're welcoming all of me, that's sweet of you--" He grit the words out through his teeth and it seemed to amuse the vampire enough that she let him go and rolled out of the bed, standing up and stretching. Brown eyes followed her progress even as a hand came down to rub his injured genitals. She really was amazing.. long and lean, beautiful.. with the most amazing eyes. And her hair, though she wore it in stupid styles, was long and dark, hanging naturally around her shoulders now, though she'd twist it into some monstrosity later, he was sure. She always did.

"Enjoying the show, King?" She asked back to him, even as she started plucking clothes out  of her closet to pull on. He was slowly climbing from the bed too, feeling his muscles twist, the new-found power in his body. He was a vampire and it felt amazing. He knew the strength and the speed was waiting there, eager to be used. Oh, he'd missed this part, the power that vampires had. Don't get him wrong, he never wanted to be a vampire again, they were awful, disgusting creatures.. but he did love all of those extra little perks. And once on his feet, naked as the day he was born, he was walking towards her and their shared closet, to start tugging out his own clothing. Something tight, something form-fitting and black. Always black, when under the fang. He'd only get brighter colors later on.

"Always." He quipped about the show. But as he tried to pull on those pants, Danica's deceptively thin hand came out to stop him and she lifted her eyebrows and shook her head in a silent 'no'. Then she was leaving the room, clearly expecting her pet to follow behind her.

It was unsurprising that he did, trailing behind like a little lost puppy, moving naked through the halls of the exceedingly large home, other vampires eyeing him in the hallway. But no one would touch, he was Danica's property, and no one dared anger the most influential vampire in the covenant. He could have ended up anyone's slave, anyone's pet.. he'd been very lucky to become hers, because she could protect him from the others.. but no one could protect him from her, and she was likely the worst one among them. Well.. aside from perhaps her sick, twisted brother. As he walked, he was taking in the halls, the state of the building, the vampires around them.. and he realized exactly where he was. He was in the past. The past. He could remember what was going to happen this morning, he knew it. He'd lived this before. What was going on? He knew what was behind that door as they came to a stop in front of it, knew what laid in wait as she pushed it open and walked in.

He followed anyway. And there, in the bedroom, stood the oh-so-attractive Asher Talos, Danica's beloved brother. He was dressed in his customary suit and was looking up at the pair as they entered. The bed next to him, though, was already occupied. There was a young girl on the bed, maybe only fifteen or sixteen years old, crying and shaking and begging to be let go. Her hands weren't tied, but her face was dirty and her clothes were a little torn. She must have been a runaway, perhaps a bum.. but one glance at her Nike shoes told him that couldn't be the case. This was someone's daughter, someone's child. And..

"Feeding time." Danica announced with a purr into his ear. As the girl looked up and noticed the naked man, she began screaming, begging for them not to touch her, crying for them to let her go. King's face contorted into a look of pain. He didn't want to do this, he remembered doing this and he didn't want to. Not again. Not knowing how it would haunt him the rest of his life.. because after he did this, this first time, they'd make him do it again and again. It'd become a game, with the siblings trying to break him. "Go on." Danica encouraged again, and King was moving forward, climbing on the bed with the intent just to bite her, to get it over with before Asher could open his mouth, but then:

"Fuck her first." Came the amused words from the male vampire, and King turned brown eyes up onto him. He didn't need to beg, his face said it all, and the screaming, scrambling girl was enough to say that she didn't want it. But neither vampire sibling was having it.

"You heard him." Danica snapped, suddenly angry. "Fuck her and do it now!" She kicked against the bed in a rage and King turned those wide brown eyes back onto the poor screaming girl, and he narrowed them down and leaned away.

"No." He refused, something he hadn't done that first time around. He'd been too scared, but now? Now he wasn't scared, not of them.

He should have been.

"Excuse me?" The dark-haired woman snapped out, eyes narrowing down in an angry way to match King's. "I said fuck her, you fuck who I tell you to. Unless you're not interested in sparing her life? I could let Asher fuck her, and then Damian, and Jordon, and pass her around like a fucking peace-pipe!" She made a fist and slammed it down onto the dresser, making the lamp rattle. "You're mine, King! Mine! And you'll do as I say! Now fuck her! Or I'm going to cut her stomach open with my nails and hand her her guts as she dies! Do you want that! Do you want me to torture her to death, King? Is that the sort of man you are now?! Fuck her!" Always quick to anger was Danica, as her brother stood by with a pleased look on his face. And King, after a moment's hesitation, was turning to look back at the sobbing girl.. then he leaned to grab onto her and haul her in closer to him, beginning to tear away her ruined clothes. It was a small mercy. He'd be as gentle as he could, and he'd feed from her fast, kill her as quickly as possible. It'd be better than what his Mistress had promised, more humane. And there was still humanity left in him, though he could feel it fading as he smelled the blood on her lips, from the way she'd bitten the inside of her cheek.

No. Don't do this. I don't want to do this. Was King's last thought before driving forward and doing as he'd been told, squinting his eyes against the noise of the panicked, pained girl's screams, even as Asher and Danica laughed delightedly behind him.

He hated vampires.