Helena the Bloody
Helena had begun humming softly again, her voice beautiful in a haunting way as she methodically pealed the skin off of Kaleigh. Her screams had died down purely because she had no more voice, but still she sobbed, and she painstakingly fought to beg for her life. She even thrashed in pain although that only made the spikes from the chains binding her, bore deeper. Silly little bird. Didnât she know it was futile? Completely and utterly. Then again, it wasnât unusual for Helena to change her mind very suddenly, but that was besides the point of course. Right now, Kaleigh was a weapon⊠and she was food. The perfect mixture. Unfortunately, however, she had to kill her food to make sure she become a weapon. The human was looking at Dmitri, love mixing with pain, but of course Helena didnât even bother registering as much.
This was all about Dmitriâs reaction and even over the blood, she could scent the saltiness of his tears, hear the sound of them trailing down his cheeks. Mixing with it all, was Kristofâs arousal. His excitement. His bloodlust. She knew exactly what she was doing to him too. Kaleigh got physical torture, Dmitri got the emotional, and right now Kristof was being served a bit of the sexual kind. A shiver went down her spine at the thought of the carnal state heâd be in by the time they finished here. She grinned when she heard him talking to Dmitri. Then she heard their heads connect and she hissed until she heard Kristof laugh. This alone calmed her. But only enough to not tear Dmitriâs head off.
Instead Helena dipped her fingers into the pool of blood that was now Kaleighâs upper body, and turned slightly to let Kristof and Dmitri watch her lick them clean ever so slowly, a treat for Kristof, but torture to Dmitri. Then she immediately turned, the speed blinding as she tore the new vampire from Kaleighâs stomach and instead set her by the humanâs neck. âBite,â she then ordered, pushing Kelseyâs mouth to Kaleighâs neck. Kelsey needed to be drinking, fangs in Kaleigh, by the time the girl died, or she wouldnât fall. And really now, Helena couldnât have forbearers in her coven. They were pet-killers. Psh.
While the fledgling fed, Helena dipped her index finger in Kaleighâs blood and wiped it off on her lips, leaving it there like edible lipstick, before she approached Kristof. âWant a taste?â She then teased, her hands on his chest the second she reached him. Silly question; of course he did. It was Kristof, her Kristof. He always wanted blood and he always wanted her. It was⊠a rule of nature. Simply. Nothing less than a rule of nature. She reached out a hand to place atop Dmitriâs head, as if to tell him she was now addressing him with the next thing she said. âYou see, sweetheart, I will always find things to hurt you. I will never stop. Even if I have to keep you around for the rest of your miserably natural human life, I will never give up.â Her voice was soft, almost loving as she said this, completely contradicting the tone of voice her words should have been said with.
Then she tilted her head. Was that the piano perchance? Ah, it was. How had she missed Oliver coming home? Hmm, perhaps she had merely been too occupied with her current doings, which were, granted, extremely interesting. She wondered how her darling was doing. Perhaps she should pay him a visit. Once she had washed up of course. One had to look presentable to confer with a man by his piano. Yes, yes, of course.
Derek Fleitner
Derek could practically see the wheels turning in Angelâs mind, her sense of logic wrestling with her hunger and the feelings she thought he didnât know she had for him. He knew sheâd eventually reach the same conclusion he had though, so he merely waited, his wrist ready for her to bite into. He couldnât deny that the prospect didnât exactly sit right with him. Especially because of her love for him. He didnât wish to mislead her and he didnât wish to hurt her, because he more than just cared about her, and he didnât like the thought of the two of them not being able to talk. Or just be around each other, really. This bite would complicate everything, he had no doubt.
Then, as he watched, it was as though everything dawned on his protĂ©gĂ©, and she leaned forward, her fangs sliding forth. His eyes turned to the kitchen as she sunk her fangs into his wrist, but with that single sensation, Derek felt himself reacting. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, his eyes widening slightly. It had been so long⊠he never thought heâd⊠yet here he was, and all it took for his body to come back to life, was the bite of a vampire. A reluctant groan escaped his lips as she took his arm and wrapped it around her. He drew her close, the blood in his body racing in a way it hadnât in so many years. He had not been physically excited for centuries, and yet here he was, everything coming back to life with a single bite.
He wasnât going to welcome it though. No, Derek fought it, clenching his free hand, feeling his entire body grow rigid with his stubbornness, his will to stay platonic with Angel. That was the way things had always been, and it was not going to change. Yet he couldnât deny his reaction. Fact was, however, that he knew it wasnât because it was Angel. It couldâve been Alessa, and the reaction would have been the same. Still, right now his mind was racing with thoughts and wants heâd long forgotten to even consider.
He was so caught up in his own world, that when Angel growled âmineâ, he didnât react. He merely shut his eyes and clenched his teeth tighter, fighting the fact that he desperately wanted to let his free hand wander. Very abruptly, however, Angel then pulled back her fangs and moved out of his grasp, into a standing position. Derek breathed a slight sigh of relief, ignoring the blood pounding in a part of him heâd thought to be dead. Then his eyes fell on his wrist while Angel came to as well. He licked off the stray blood, watching as the puncture wounds healed up. He didnât speak, nor did he look up at the Italian.
He nodded once when she spoke of cleaning up, and he got to his feet in one fluid movement, finally glancing at her when she mentioned Eva. He was about to reply to her little jab regarding the human, but as he opened his lips to speak, Alessa came back in and started talking. He frowned, turning to look at her. Her words were more than just a little unwelcome. âYou have got to be kidding me,â he told her then, not able to hide a slight trace of animosity and irritation in his voice as he looked straight at her. Had she even thought this through, or had she merely decided to seize the opportunity and change her little human love, so that she wouldnât be afraid of killing him?
Had she not even considered the fact that he would be of absolutely no use against the likes of Helena the Bloody and Kristof? No use even against the weakest of theirs. And she thought heâd actually do any good? Hah, the prospect was laughable. Adonis was nothing but a rude little human boy who thought himself to be better than the others. And all that was besides the fact that training him would fall on Derek himself, and he would be busy finding new vampires to add to the coven. To top it all off, Alessa had just left Eva out there alone.
He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, closing his eyes as he let a sigh escape his lips. Almost immediately, he let his hands fall to his sides and his eyes opened to look at the woman he was there to protect. âWhat good is that little, self-important brat going to do?â Derek asked, his voice containing all the anger he felt at the attack, at his own guilt, at Alessaâs responsibility, at the fact that their coven members were dead, the fact that someone supposed to be their leader, couldnât make a simple, sensible decision. Heâd just about had it with everything, and he was hungry as hell, which didnât do much to improve matters.
âHe has neither the age nor the training to do anything but die should we go up against the Fallen right now. All turning him is going to do, is take focus away from what we actually need to do; find vampires with age to join the coven.â He shook his head, narrowing his eyes slightly, âand you left a hysterical blood pet outside.â With that, he glanced at the door and added a, âmy answer is no, Adonis would make a terrible vampire, and I have better things to do than listen to him for the rest of eternity. Now, if youâll excuse me, I need to do what it seems no one else around here can; think straight.â With that, he left the house, the remnant of his family, and the source of his irritation.
As he stepped outside, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, breathing in the trail of Evaâs scent. Now he only needed to change into something less bloody so that he wouldnât end up freaking her out. Instead of taking the door inside, however, he jumped onto the balcony connected to his room, went straight in and redressed in barely any time. He was now dressed simply in dark blue jeans and a fitted, black tank top, along with a pair of black shoes. Then he was off to find Eva. If she wasnât up for it, heâd need to leave, because he really needed to feed. After Angel had drunk so much of his blood, he found himself craving some himself, and Eva smelt delicious.
When he reached her, he stopped five meters from her, watching her for a little while, before he gently spoke, âEva?â Derek approached slowly, attentive to her every movement.