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Rei groaned and grabbed on to one of the bars, pulling herself up to a sitting position. Pain leeched through her arm as she pulled. Still she was tired of laying down.
"How many days until the next full moon..?" She asked quietly.
He wasn't entirely sure what today was.
"And don't talk like that," Jesse said. "We're going to be fine. You're going to be fine. I promised you that you would be, remember? We'll get out of this. You just need to rest," he told her.
He reached through the bars and brushed a few strands of her dirtied hair from her face.
"I know Baron. He won't abandon us. Alright?" he asked her.
The door opened again from upstairs and another woman slowly walked down. Jesse would recognize her almost instantly. His new 'roommate' walked over, her eyes glowing slightly in the darkness.
But what seemed interesting, Rei seemed to recognize her as well. A deep, animal-like growl rumbled deep within Rei and seemed to vibrate the cage around her. Re'Altarm began to spit curses and insults, anger in her eyes.
Nazia clicked her tongue. "Such a dirty mouth." She said. "Jesse, you done here? You're taking a while. Time to go."
Rei began to bang on the bars and shake at them. "Get away from him."
He turned his head to get a look at Nazia.
"She needs to get to a hospital. I can clean up the external injuries here, but I don't have the right equipment for anything else, and I'm not a surgeon."
"Not my problem." Nazia said. "You'll have to bring that up to Rowan himself." The woman sniffed. "She's nothin' but trouble, though. Don't know why you care so much about a common street rat."
Still, she shrugged and handed Jesse her cellphone. "Still, my orders were clear and I am suppose to make sure you're.. happy. His number's the fifth one in there if you have the balls to try to call."
Rowan picked up on the second ring. "Yes?" His smooth voice came over the speaker.
"Rowan?" Jesse asked. "It's Jesse. You said Re'Altarm wouldn't be harmed if I cooperated. Your people beat her like an animal," he growled into the phone.
"She nearly killed one of my pack. They only reacted as it was normal. You cannot blame them." Rowan said calmly. "I'm sure Baron and his pack would have done the same. And besides, she's still alive."
Jesse grit his teeth again, knowing full well that Re'Altarm wasn't unprovoked. He knew Rowan wouldn't hear of it. "She needs to get to a hospital. She has internal injuries that I can't treat here, and I'm not a surgeon."
There was only one werewolf surgeon in the city, and that was Cornell. Given his valued skillset, his clinic continued to maintain a rare privilage of neutrality that all of the packs respected.
Rowan was quiet for a long time, but Jesse could hear mumbled conversation on the other side. "Fine," he finally answered. "But Nazia and Jason will be escorting you." He said before the phone clicked silent.
He gave the phone back to Nazia before turning back to Re'Altarm. "We're going to get you to Cornell's. I need you to not do anything stupid."
She likely knew exactly what he meant by the look he gave her.
Nazia sighed and started dialing another number, walking away.
Rei winced at Jesse. "I'll try not to.. But it is always tempting when I'm half dead anyway." She grinned teasingly, which looked more like a grimace.
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Moving through the throngs of bodies and flashing lights, one would find themselves immersed in a conglomeration of drugs, alcohol, and sex.
It was a place of vices and debauchery.
It was more than the illegalities though that turned most away at the doors. No, the patrons of this particular nightclub where made up of vampires, and humans who willingly allowed vampires to feed upon them.
Unlike the werewolves of Lutetia, vampire kind did not share in the luxury of being protected by Lutetian law, and many chose to live quietly under the radar. Many of the younger crowds had taken to pushing the boundaries though, and these nightclubs where fast becoming a popularity through-out the city - for vampire and human alike.
The nightclub was a place that her dealer would hang out-- he had a thing for vampires. So she started to sneak around, trying to find a way to get into the place. She found there was a door around the back that some of the employees used to take out trash and what not, and she would try sneaking in through the back into the club.
Either way, Vivian's luck it would seem was in her favor.
She went towards the loud sounds, figuring eventually she would find her way to the center of the building. Once there, she'd try to keep herself on the down-low as she tried to find her dealer. Though, being a human in a vampire nightclub, it was most likely they'd notice her in a heartbeat.
It wasn't just any vampire to take note of her though.
A keen eye might have noted him nearby, reclining in a red upholstered settee with a young woman at his side. They couldn't have been mistaken for anything other than what they where, siblings. Twins from the look of them.
Sebastien Sylvestre and his sister, Lady Adelaide. Heirs to the reigning Lutetian vampire authority, House Sylvestre.
Both where dressed in extravagant finery, but only one of them seemed remotely interested in the nightclub. Adelaide sat quietly, seemingly detached from her surroundings as her mind wandered. Sebastien on the other hand seemed quite at home among the debauchery that surrounded them. His eyes had the look of a predator to them and he never took them off Vivian as he leaned over to speak quietly to a man who was standing next to the settee.
Their voices where too low to be overheard, and Adelaide didn't even take note of it.
The man moved off through the throng of bodies until he reached Vivian where he took hold of one of her arm to guide her towards the settee.
"Sebastien would like a word with you," he spoke into her ear.
He didn't hurt her, but the grip on her arm left little question that this wasn't a request.
It was only then that Adelaine seemed to take note that something was going on. What had she missed she thought?
Then it dawned on her that this guy could be one of the bouncers. She swallowed hard, wondering how much trouble she had gotten herself in. The girl was nearly as thin as a bean pole, and wouldn't be much of a fight for the man to pull along. "Sebastien? I have no clue who that is.. Must have the wrong girl, bub. I was just leavin'.."
"A little young to be in here, aren't you?" Sebastian asked.
His sister, Adelaine, lay a hand on his arm. "She's just a child. Let the humans take care of it," she tried to council him. But the days her brother actually listened to her where far and few in between. He was bull-headed, brash, spoiled, and prone to having his way.
"What's your name?" Sebastian asked as he leaned forward a bit on the settee.
The way he stared at her was unnerving, predatory even. Like a cat eyeing up a mouse, even though he wasn't particularly hungry. The simple fun of tormenting it was enough to make it worth his while.
"Er.." Vivian spoke up. "I.. Was looking for someone.. A friend really.. Didn't mean to disturb anyone really, and I was just about to leave.." She was nervous, as anyone would be in their right mind if a vampire looked at you like that.
"Uhm.. Er.. My name...? I'm nobody, really.." She frowned and tried to back away, bumping into the man who had brought her here. "Don't mind me, I'm not important.." She laughed sheepishly.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked her chillingly. "I'm Sebastien Sylvestre, and that is my sister Adelaide. And if there's anything to know about me, it's that when I ask a question, I expect an answer."
If Vivian knew much of anything about the vampire underworld in Lutetia, the name Sylvestre might mean something to her, but unless she trafficked heavily among vampire kind, or those who associated with vampire kind, their specific identities would likely be lost on her.
Adelaine rose to her feet, but Sebastien barred her approach with a simple outstretch of his arm. Adelaine knew better than to cross it.
"Sebastien... please, she's just a child. This isn't necessary..." Adelaine told him. "Come back and sit with me."
"If she was old enough to get herself in here, she's old enough to be treated like an adult. Wouldn't you agree?" he asked Vivian. "Now tell me, what is your name?"
His hand gripped her throat tightly enough to keep her from pulling away, but not so tight that she couldn't breath. All around them the nightclub seemed to be paying the pair no notice. The music roared, the lights flashed, and the bodies moved in time to the beat of their passions.
"V-vivian." She answered quickly, trembling in his grip. It was unusual for the girl to show fear of any kind, especially to threats. But this one, she knew wasn't just a threat. "M-my name is Vivian.."
"I-I'm just some silly lost girl.. I-I'll go now.. I won't bother you again.."
His free hand moved to grip her hair, jerking her head back so the he could release her throat. With one hand he held her head twisted back at a painful angle, and the other he moved around her waist to keep her pressed firmly against himself with bruising force.
"Don't scream," he hissed into her ear, and the weight of his domination would likely leave her throat constricted against the impulse to cry out for help.
"Sebastien!"
Adelaine's words went unanswered as he buried his fangs in Vivian's throat. All around them there where signs of vampires feeding on humans, and no one gave notice to Vivian and Sebastien. From the distance, the pair where as intimately pressed together as the other willing victims that frequented the club. Neither pain nor fear would be enough to break the echo of domination that his command had carried with it, and only those closest would see the fear in her eyes, and know otherwise.
"Sebastien! Stop this!" Adelaine told him. "We don't know who she is."
He growled like an animal against Vivian's throat, and Adelaine dared not lay a hand on him.
How had she gotten into this mess. "P-please.. L-let me go.." She begged quietly. She struggled against him trying to pull away, but against his strength and the pain it caused every time she tried, she couldn't do it.
"M-my brothers.." She whispered after a long moment, feeling the life being drained from her made her desperate. "M-my brothers will pay.. E-every Lessard will come after you.. If you kill me.." She whispered.
Well, she doubted that. She was, after all, the black sheep of the family. She most likely wouldn't be missed.
The rush of fresh arterial blood that hit his mouth was intoxicating, and she would realize in an instant that something had changed.
His grip became crushing and his growls took on a deeper and more vicious edge.
Adelaine had raised a hand to her mouth, helpless to stop her brother from feeding on the girl.
Each pulse of her heart, each pump of her life blood left her fading rapidly in his arms, and her skin was taking on a deathly paleness before he finally jerked his head back, unable to take in anymore blood. He shoved her into the side of the settee, leaving her to collapse and slump against its while he sat back down on the crimson cushions. He rested his arms on the back of it and tilted his head back enjoying the intoxicating rush that came with over-indulgence.
He scarcely took note of Adelaine kneeling by the girl's side, her eyes wide with shock at what Sebastien had done. The girl hadn't long left in this world and a quick glance to her brother told her that he was too intoxicated to notice what she was doing.
She raised her wrist to her mouth and bit into her own veins before moving it to the girl's lips.
"Quickly, or you will die," she whispered softly.
It wasn't sympathy for the child, though there had been some of that. No, it was the name she had uttered as Sebastien fed upon her that provoked Adelaine to interevene. Lessard. The Lessard family was old blood, and she had no way to know if anyone knew the girl had come here tonight. The daughter of a prominent family within the city would be missed, and the last thing they needed was a missing child's report leading the police to the night club.
"L-lucus.." She whispered, calling for her brother as she had always done when she was in trouble as a little girl. She was very afraid now.
She barely understood the words coming from Adelaine, but she felt the wetness on her lips as her wrist brushed against them. She thought. What did this girl want her to do with her wrist..?
Weakly, the girl gripped on Adelaine's arm and sucked on the wound.
The vampiric blood turned to venom within her, attacking the human tissue and human blood cells until she would swear her heart was pumping acid through her veins.
Had it not been for Sebastien's earlier domination of her, she might have screamed, but even his command wouldn't stay the pained sounds that would likely tear their way out of her throat.
It was this that drew his eyes.
He was on his feet in an instant, fury in his eyes as he pulled Adelaine from the girl. Disgust was all over his face.
"What the hell are you doing?" he growled.
"Protecting you, brother," she answered.
But what little reprieve Adelaine's blood had given the girl, slowly taught Vivian a most valuable lesson.
Everything comes at a price.
She pulled Adelaine's wrist away from her lips, gasping in pain as she tried to scream. The pounding in her head was no longer a sign that her life was ending. No, now it was a signal to bring on every pain imaginable Vivian could have ever experienced times infinity.
Whines and whimpers came from the girl as she writhed on the floor.
"You cannot. She is mine now," Adelaide said. "A fledgling of my blood."
She hadn't had the nerve to protect herself from his wrath, nor to protect the girl, but to try and save him from himself? If nothing else he was her brother, and her only constant companion since her childhood.
Vivian was now protected from him by their laws, but so to did he know that his sister had broken their laws in turning the girl in the first place. The matter was one for their father to pass judgement over now.
She could see the anger warring within him, until he finally struck her. The sting of the blow against her cheek throbbed as he pulled her towards the entrance of the club.
The remaining vampire moved to pick Vivian up from the floor, after which he simply slung her over his shoulder as if she where little more than a sack of meat. He wordlessly followed Sebastien and Adelaide outside where she was deposited into the back seat of their limousine, across from where Adelaide and Sebastien now sat.
Neither spoke as the car began to move, and neither made any gesture of assistance as Vivian lay there dying in their car. Or at least that's what it would feel like to her. Part of her likely wished for death, if only to end what was happening to her.
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