Black Roses and Bitter Blood Ch.13

The room was dimly lit by three or four black candles; their flames flickered and danced on the stone walls, making the room seem as if a dungeon from a long ago era.  A medieval torture chamber used for one purpose and one purpose only.
The Madori kept their victims here.  Chains hung from the low ceiling…some were rusty with what looked like age old blood, and in truth, it was, but the majority of the chains had been replaced several times over the centuries.  The ones that were embedded into the stone floor were brand new; they gleamed in the flickering candlight, cold and uninviting to any who saw them.
In the center of this chamber knelt a young female.  One thin chain ran to the collar around her small neck, and the others, thicker and wicked looking, to her wrists.  She seemed to be asleep, her chest rose and fell in a slow, regular motion, and her chin rested against her chest.
She was dressed in tight latex…a black and purple corset cinched her waist tightly, pushing her ample breasts painfully upwards.  The tight latex she was encased in was black and in pristine condition, and the thigh high black latex platform boots with their five inch dagger like heels, laced and buckled all the way up her legs.  She looked like a mixture of submissive slave and former dominatrix.
As of that moment, she was neither.  This particular victim was just that, a victim.  A toy to be played with until a better one came along.  That's how it would have seemed to any who happened up this room, but it was far from the truth.  This latex encased female was an Innocent, and as far as the Madori were concerned, she was merely food for them.
Until the better one did come along.
And he would come along eventually.   They kept this victim to lure him in…and as they knew, he would come, it was just a matter of time before he did.
The girl moved slightly.  It was only a slight twitching of her arm, but it served to gain the attention of the tall, lanky Madori female seated in a chair beside the lone door.  She rose from her seat, crossed the room swiftly, grabbed the girl's long black and red hair, and yanked her head back.  The harsh treatment made the girl hiss loudly.
The woman smiled.
"Awake are you?  Good."
The girl hissed again, she struggled to free herself from the woman's grasp, finding that she could not, she settled down, her bright green eyes glaring hatefully at the Madori female.
"Tsk, tsk…you are quite the feisty one, are you not?"  She laughed coolly.  "Elia, Elia…poor, poor Elia!  What shall I do with you?  Oh I know…"
The woman pulled the girl's head to the side, revealing the small, pale throat.  She leaned down, flicked her tongue at the flesh above the black ringed collar, causing the girl to shudder violently.
"Oh you like it, admit it girl!  I know you do…or, do you only show your love of it when he does it?"  She chuckled, leaned closer and sank her fangs into the girl's throat.
The girl snarled and growled.  She thrust herself away from the woman, but was pulled back quickly and held tightly in place.  She struggled vainly against the woman; her snarls subsiding into soft whimpers.
Finally, the Madori released her captive and pushed away from her.  She rocked back on her heels to look at the girl better…she wiped at a stray bit of blood that trickled down from the corner of her mouth.
She smiled thoughtfully.
"As much as I enjoy the delightful taste of you, and of course, playing with you, I would much prefer the pleasures of your mate.  I would much prefer it if it was not you that I kept chained here, but him.  The Master Vampire would be much more of a delight to play with…"
Again, that thoughtful smile crept over the woman's pale, pointed features.  She licked her lips as she studied the girl.
"Yes, as lovely as you are, Elia, I prefer to play with the one who owns you.  He is the one I have waited for all these long years.  His Creator got to him before I could! How awful! Terrible, because he would have made a fine addition to my already full harem.  In fact, he would have been my favourite out of all of them."  She touched the girl's cheek with one, long thin finger.  This gesture was met with a deep snarl.
"Tsk, tsk! Feisty! I love the feisty ones…they live longer."
The girl, Elia,  yanked on the thin chain that was attached to the collar.  Her lips, shaded in black lipstick, curled back into a cold snarl.
Two tiny, but very deadly fangs glittered in the dim light.  
The woman smiled in delight.
"Ah! There they are! Oh how your mate will be ever so surprised by them!  He will especially be surprised when he feels them sinking into his neck…"
Elia snarled more.  This caused the Madori to laugh loudly in amusement.
"What, you do not wish to sink those pretty little fangs into your master's throat?"
The girl's black lined emerald eyes narrowed to slits; a visible quiver ran through her small frame.
"Ah yes, you do wish to do that. I knew you did, you just needed to admit it."  The woman's  lips parted in a cruel smile.  
A deep growl came from the bound girl kneeling on the stone floor.
"Should I say it?"
Elia growled again.
"Oh yes, I think I should.  I know how much you enjoy hearing it."
Elia yanked on the chain again, struggling violently with it.
The Madori smiled.
"Sean."  The name dripped off her lips like cold venom.
The girl hissed and snarled at the name.
"See?  You do like when I say his name!  It is quite cute how you react so lovingly to it.  Almost as if you felt something in the name."
The girl's snarls grew in intensity.
"Names, as I am sure you know girl, hold power.  And, the name of one's master holds even more of it…the name of your master holds far more power than even you realize.  Do you know why that is?"
This was met with only a cool, stony gaze.
"You should know, he IS the Master Vampire.  His name screams power!"
Elia hissed between clenched teeth and struggled with the chain once more.
"That eager to get your new fangs into his flesh, are you?  I suppose you would be, you have yet to feed.  Poor you, having to wait for your very special food to arrive!  Do not worry that pretty little head of yours, Sean will arrive in due time."
Again, the name sent the girl into a frenzy.  Her snarls, hisses and growls reverberated off the stone walls around her.  The clinking of the chains that kept her in her kneeling position, the only other sound in the chamber.
The Madori female stood and walked back to her chair.  She sat down, crossed her long legs and smiled at the girl in the center of the chamber.
"Sean…"  She laughed as the Elia hissed again at the name. "How cute…his lovely name just puts you into a frenzy, does it not?  Yes, of course it does.  Perhaps, you remember how much he loves you?  How much he wanted to be the one to create you, to turn you?  No?  How awful."
Elia's eyes closed briefly.  She shuddered as if cold.
"You do not speak much, do you?  Cat got your tongue?"  The woman giggled as Elia struggled more with the chain and collar.  "Oh yes, Sean calls you Kitten, does he not?  Mm yes, he certainly does.  No wonder you reacted so violently to what I said."
Elia snarled at the Madori.  Her lips curled back into another smile, the tiny fangs dripped with a milky substance.
Venom.
The woman chuckled.
"Yes Kitten dear, you are hungry.  He will be here soon, and you may feed to your heart's content."
Elia stared at her.  Another smile.
"I need him…"  She hissed in desperation.
"Of course you do."
The door to the chamber opened and a shorter male Madori entered.  He was pale, blonde and muscular.  He stood by the woman's chair, a smirk etched upon his face.
"Yes?"  The woman glanced from Elia to him.
"The Master Vampire is on his way here."  He spoke the title with distain.
"Good."  She grinned.
"He's not alone, either."  The male's face twisted in disgust.
The woman looked at him fully now.
"What do you mean, he is not alone?"
"That one's Guardian, and the Master's Creator are with him."  He jabbed a thumb at Elia.
"The Guardian?  We need not worry about him; he is merely a Guardian…"
The male shook his head quickly.
"Not anymore he isn't."
The Madori female glared at him as if he had punched her.
"What do you mean?"
The male stepped back from her chair.
"The Master's Creator…the Guardian is now a vampire."
"What?!"  The woman jumped up from the chair so fast, the motion sent it over backwards.  The girl kneeling in the center of the chamber snarled and hissed in agitation.
The male moved further back from her, placing a considerable distance between the two of them.
"Yes, the Creator made a new one…which means, the Guardian of the Master's mate isn't just a mere Guardian any longer.  He is just as strong as the Master now."
The woman growled harshly.
"Well, it would seem the situation has changed a bit."  Her gaze shifted from the male Madori to Elia.  She smiled slowly.  
"Your Master…Sean…"
The girl bared her fangs hungrily at the name.
"Is on his way here, and he seems to be bringing friends.  Well, the more the merrier, I suppose.  I'm sure you will appreciate an audience for when you feed upon him…allow them to be witness to him being brought to submission…"  She smiled coldly…"And, by his own mate."  The smile grew in coldness. "Would that not be something to witness!  Indeed it would be…the Master Vampire brought down by his own beloved."
The male Madori chuckled.
"What about his Creator?"
"Theta?  Oh, she will be the icing on this cake!  Having to watch her own creation being fed upon…" Her gaze shifted again to Elia.  "Kitten dear, Sean, Sean, Sean…"
Elia hissed and snarled at the name.  Her fangs dripped venom as she fought against the rising hunger within her, and the desire to feed upon Sean was growing with that hunger.  
Nevertheless, somewhere in the back of her Madori infected mind, there was a glimmer of something.  Something that she remembered being the most wonderful thing she had ever had.
Sean.
The hiss that had been surfacing at the name, changed abruptly to a tiny whimper in the back of her throat.  A brief flash of a beautiful face, of a loving touch, of a sweet sounding voice wove itself in her mind's eye quickly.
Just as quickly, it was gone.
"Sean…the Master Vampire…your beloved…the one who SHOULD HAVE created you…Sean…"
She growled hungrily.
The woman smiled.
"Soon Kitten, soon…"
Elia yanked on the chain once more…this time, however, it snapped cleaning in two.  She stared at the link in her hand, then at the Madori.  Again, the woman smiled.
"Oh do not worry your pretty self…you will be chained once more.  You know, we want the Master to have his gift all wrapped up and pretty for him…I want him to see what you look like in chains…"  She laughed unpleasantly.  "I bet he will just adore how beautiful his Kitten looks…because, somewhere in that mind of his, he has thought of you in just such a way."
Elia stared.
"What, you do not believe that to be so?  He is male, he is nosferatu, he is as hot-blooded as any of his kind when it comes to his female…"  The woman studied the girl for a moment a slight smirk appearing.
"I have never noticed before how much you resemble him….the same hair length, the same colours, the same pale flesh…even the make-up is the same…"  The woman's eyes met Elia's.  "Except the eye colour.  His are a pale blue, but yours?  They are as green as emeralds.  Mm…he was in the process of making you into a female version of himself when I threw the proverbial monkey wrench into his plan.  Your eyes will be green forever now…"  She laughed oddly.  "Had he succeeded in turning you, your eyes would have become pale blue…just like his. The only difference that would have been obvious between the two of you?  The sex.  A female version and the male original.  Sad, since it would have been quite lovely to see."
Something woke inside the girl.
"He can fix me!"  She snapped viciously.
The Madori female whipped her head around and glared at Elia.
"Not if I have anything to say about it!"
Elia got to her feet slowly; the chains on her wrists prevented her from moving beyond the center of the chamber.
"Sean's blood is powerful…he can fix me!"  She snarled back.
"He can try, but it will be very, very painful for you girl!  I have infected you with enough poison that if he tries to fix you, he may very well kill you outright!"
"He would never hurt me…never…"
The woman laughed, crossed the floor in one swift motion, grabbed Elia around the throat and shook her violently.  She sank her fangs into the soft skin above the collar.
Elia shuddered, her entire body went limp as the woman fed from her.  She could feel the venom weaving its way into her blood…and yet, as it did so…every fiber of her being cried out for Sean to fix this. To fix her.  Make her whole again.  To create her as she should have been created.
As each of these thoughts careened around in her head, the venom began its work on her cells…with each new thought of her beloved Sean, the venom took hold and replaced them with thoughts of feeding upon him…of no longer being the submissive to the Master…but to turn the tables on him…to put him where she had been placed by him.
She shuddered again and pushed the woman roughly away from her.
"I need him…"  It came out as a desperate plea.
The female Madori smiled, wiped and wiped the blood from her lips.
"And you will have him…be patient."
"Have to have him…so hungry…him…"  Elia's hands curled into fists.
The woman went back to where the male stood, nodded at him, and he left the chamber quickly.  She turned back to face Elia.
"I do believe your sacrifice has arrived…"
Elia hissed in desperation again.
"Time to feed, Kitten…"