Unleashed, p.29
UNLEASHED., page 29
“Good evening ladies.” A large man stands motioning us up the stairs as another man steps behind me, ready to slide into the seat of the car to park it. His eyes bounce from Eva to me and back to Eva. I see his jaw tighten. I turn to face him fully, and his eyes snap to mine. He’s a vampire, and I think he’s hungry. Eva is looking like a snack to him. I glare at him and pat his shoulder.
“Sucks to be thirsty, but if you even think about it, I will end you.” I smile sweetly. He huffs and rolls his eyes.
“You think so, sweetheart?”
“Yes, I do, actually,” I step even closer, and his eyes fall to my tits. Why do I want to jam my dagger into this motherfucker just to test it out? Patience.
I hear in my mind and wonder if it’s my own thoughts or….
“This one says they’re Kain’s guests.” The other man calls out. The shift in this asshole is instant. He steps back and nods.
“I apologize. Have a great evening, Miss.” I smile, barely able to stifle my giggle. The fact that people are terrified of just his name makes my core clench.
“Thanks. I think we will.” I turn and walk to where Eva is waiting and link my arm with hers.
“Have a great night, ladies.” The second man says as we walk up the stairs.
We’re immediately greeted by a server with a tray of champagne glasses. We both take a glass and thank the girl… a human girl. To our left is what looks like a cloakroom, and straight ahead is a grand staircase. To our right are closed doors, but there are lights, chatter, and music coming from further down a corridor.
“Right this way, ladies.” A man is leading us toward the party.
As we stepped into the grandeur of the masquerade ball, it was as if we had been transported into a realm of extravagance. The hall stretched out before us, adorned with breathtaking crystal chandeliers suspended high above, casting a cascade of shimmering light across the room.
Elegantly dressed guests occupied tables adorned with fine linens and delicate centrepieces, their laughter and conversation adding to the sophisticated ambiance. Meanwhile, on the dance floor, couples twirled gracefully to the enchanting melodies emanating from a live orchestra stationed on a raised stage.
The orchestra, a sight to behold, comprised a collection of talented musicians clad in sleek black tuxedos and mysterious black masks. Their instruments—a grand piano, violins, cellos, and more—filled the air with an enchanting sound, captivating all who are fortunate enough to be in attendance. The music playing sounds very familiar. Then, a man’s voice fills the air, I recognize the song he is singing, Angle -Toby Mai. Wow. This is a scene straight out of a fairy tale, where every detail exudes luxury and refinement. Too bad I might fuck this night up for a lot of people.
“Do you see Daris or any of them?” Eva asks. I scan the area, but everyone is in a mask. I shake my head.
“Stay here. Don’t move, and don’t talk to anyone.” I turn, but she catches me by the arms. A jolt of anger shoots through me at the contact. I look down at where her hand grips me. I slowly look up to meet her eyes, and she releases me.
“Sorry. Where are you going.”
“I’ll be right back.” I turn and continue walking out of the room, only to be stopped by a monster-sized man.
“Sorry, Miss, guests aren’t permitted to venture off on their own. Aldo or Dom will be happy to show you around later if you would like.” His eyes ping-ponged from my cleavage to my lips.
“Oh.” I push out my bottom lip. I just wanted to use the washroom upstairs. It is more private and… well.” I lean closer to him, placing my hand on his chest and standing on my tip toes to get closer to his ear. “It’s more sanitary up there.” I pull back, looking up at him through my lashes. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He clears his throat.
“Oh. You’ve been up there before then?’ He eyes me skeptically.
“Of course. I know exactly where it is. I won’t be long.” He lets out a sigh. “I promise.” I glide my fingertips along the curve of my cleavage. He tracks the motion and licks his lips.
“Uh, um, yeah. Okay, fine. Don’t make me come looking for you.” I smirk at him. “That could be fun though.” I wink and walk away, making sure I sway my ass for him as I do. I hear his low growl. Men are so easy.
When I reach the top of the stairs, there's a landing that circles the entire ballroom. It’ll give me a better vantage point. To see if I can spot Daris or Ian. I stand looking down across the crowd, and as much as I want to find Daris, I find myself scanning for Lucas, but I can’t imagine Daris would be here and not having eyes on him, making sure I’m safe. How am I going to be able to pick him out when everyone is in a mask? If I heard him talk… I remember he had a slight accent and blue eyes. Not much help. I roll my eyes.
“Are you lost?” A man’s voice comes from behind me, and I sag against the rail. Great. I turn to face the man, but before I know what is happening, I’m being yanked back so hard I think my arm is going to pop off! I struggle against the hand that’s pulling me down a hall into a dark room. I’m slammed hard into a wall, and my head cracks against it, sending pain shooting through my skull. I realize this ape is human, so what’s his plan?
“What the fuck!” I shout right before his hand slaps over my mouth. The hand is so large it covers half of my face. A pair of almost black eyes stare down at me. He has to be over 6‘6″! He is trying to crush my jaw, and as much as I fight it, a whimper escapes.
“A weak little vampire,” he muses, searching my eyes. “I’m going to let go, and you’re not going to scream, or I’ll gut you where you stand. His hand falls from my face. I can smell his blood, he is definitely a human. How is he stronger than me?
“How exactly are you going to do that… human?” His hand wraps around my throat, and he presses the tip of a knife to my chin. My eyes widen at him my jaw clenches. I don’t want to be stabbed in the face, but I know he can’t kill me, so what’s his plan?
“That’s not going to do it, big guy,” I smirk at him. He shoves the tips harder into my skin, and I feel my skin break. It sends a thrill through me.
“Don’t think so? You’ve heard of the LeBlanc dagger. Well, this is your lucky day. You get to see it up close.” He drags it down my chest, stopping between my tits. I glare up at him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I think you were up here waiting for someone to fuck you. So why don’t I help you out with that? I’m going to make you slobber and choke on my fat cock.” He slides the blade under my dress. The blade runs across my nipple, and I gasp. He has no idea who I am.
“Do you know who I am?” I ask, gritting my teeth.
“I don’t give a fuck who you are. A hot little whore looking to be fucked at the annual ball like most whore vampires. I’m just going to help you out, baby.”
“So you plan to rape a vampire at a Ball full of vampires? Genius.” I roll my eyes, and the back of his hand connects with my face, knocking me to the floor, but I jump up as fast as I fall. He holds the knife up and walks me back to the wall. “Shut up. Good luck identifying me, that is, if I don’t kill you.”
“Of course, you’re right. You’re dressed like every other douchebag here. But you smell like a cheap locker room.” I smirk, and he shoves me into the wall. Holding his hand on my chest, he slides the knife up the slit of my dress. Dragging it up my outer thigh, I glance down to see he has broken my skin, and a trail of red follows the blade up to my hip. I don’t so much as flinch at the pain. It doesn’t hurt. I just imagine his head on the floor, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
“Typical whore. No bra, no panties. Just begging to be fucked.” His eyes meet mine, and he licks his lips, making my stomach revolt.
“Spread your legs, whore.” He commands, sliding the blade towards my inner thigh. The blade is dangerously close to the dagger attached to my other thigh. I spread my legs, giving his blade room enough not to come in contact with mine. He chuckles. “See, you are a whore aren’t you.” He lifts his hand from my chest, slides his fingers into the material and pulls it to the side, exposing my breast. My nipple puckers from the change in temperature. He brushes his thumb across it. “You want it, don’t you, little vampire? You’re all the same, you know. Sluts, spreading their legs for anyone.”
“Sounds to me like one broke your fragile little heart. Did she find a bigger cock to choke on?” He grips my throat hard as the blade of the knife pushes against my pussy.
“Watch it whore. Or I’ll cut this cunt up before I kill you.” He pushes the blade hard, and it slips between my pussy, the blade sitting at my entrance threatening to cut me open.
“Okay. Okay!” I choke out. I’m not afraid but I don’t need my pussy cut up. I have no idea how sharp that thing is.
“Good whore,” he purrs as he drags the blade back, its cool metal so close to my opening. He pulls it out and holds the blade between our faces. His tongue darts out as he brings the blade to his mouth. He licks the glistening blade, and his grip loosens on my neck. I have no idea if I can fully fight this giant off but now is as good as any to try.
“Mmm, that pussy tastes like greedy whore,” he says, dropping the blade a few inches, and I reach up faster than I intended and slam it into the side of his face. I need to learn how fast I am and everything about my abilities.
“Fuck!” He roars, stumbling back, and I kick him in the balls. No sound comes from him. He falls to the ground, holding his balls, turning red. Sputtering now to breathe. He’s panting as I stand over him. I kick him, forcing him to his back.
“Breathe, baby,” I coo down at him. He glares up at me. “I’m going to—”
“What? You’re going to what?” I say as I stand with my feet on either side of his chest. His eyes drop to my dress.
“Oh, did you want a better look?” I pull the slit of my dress over so my pussy and dagger are fully visible. His eyes widen.
“Is…is …that.”
“What? The LeBlanc dagger? It can’t be. You have it. Oh, that’s right, you were lying.” I pull my dress all the way up so I can crouch over his chest. Being he is a sick fuck his eyes fall on my spread-open pussy and not the dagger I can use to kill him or that he could try to get from me. It must be his lucky day because I’m just as fucked up.
“Do you know who I am now?” I ask, pulling the dagger from its sheath and removing his mask. He nods, eyes on the dagger now.
“You do?” I toy with him. Sliding the dagger up his chest to his chin. “Say my name.”
“Presly LeBlanc,” his voice shakes. I lift the dagger and bring it down, slashing his cheek wide open. He screams out, and I press the blade across his mouth. I push my finger to my lips.
“Shhh, let’s not cause a scene, baby.” I taunt, pulling the blade back.
“Let’s try again. What is my name?”
“P-Pres-Presly LeB-” he swallows hard. I sit on his chest, pinning his arms at his sides. His eyes, of course, fall to my wide-open pussy pressed to his chest.
“Eyes up here, big boy, and my name is Landry. Presly Landry.” I smirk down at him. He swallows hard, and his Adam’s apple bobs again; his breathing is erratic.
“I can feel your heart pounding against my pussy, you know. I don’t appreciate that.” I glare down at him.
“I…I’m sorry,” he whimpers. I slash the blade across his other cheek, and he clamps his mouth shut.
“You should be. You’re making me wet, and I don’t want to get wet.” The blood on the blade catches my attention, and I bring it to my lips and lick the blood from it. An involuntary moan escapes me.
“Please, please.” He begs.
“What are you begging for? Your life or…” My eyes drop to my wide-open, glistening pussy. His eyes follow mine. His eyes find mine once again.
“I… I don’t want to die.”
“You see, big guy, my boyfriend is going to kill you anyway for touching what belongs to him. He will make sure you suffer. I promise to make it quick.”
“No, Please. I’m sorry. Please,” he begs.
“You sound weak and pathetic. Is that how you imagined your life ending? Weak and pathetic?” He shakes his head.
“How did my pussy taste off your knife? Did you like it?” He doesn’t answer me, so I press the blade across his throat and see his blood pool on the edge of the blade. “Answer me!” I snap.
“Yes. Yes, I liked it,” he chokes out. “Do you want another taste?” His eyes shift around, clearly confused.
“Yes or no?”
“Uh…uh, no?” He says it like a question.
“I think you’re lying. I think you should choke on my pussy like you wanted to choke me with your fat cock.” I tilt my head, smiling down at him.
“I’ll ask again. Do you want to taste my pussy again?”
“Ye— yes, you’re psychotic,” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut. “Look at me!” I snap, making him flinch. Fucking pathetic. His eyes spring open and lock on mine. I bring the dagger between my legs, and he tacks the motion. I grip the hilt of the blade and drag the handle of the dagger through the wetness pooling between my legs. His breath hitches, and his pupils dilate. I arch my back, pushing my pussy forward, and he tilts his chin down so he can view a better. I dip the handle into my opening and moan. A low growl rumbles in his chest.
“You like that big boy?” I slide it a little deeper and moan as I do.
“Fuuuck,” he whispers. I pull it out of my pussy, and he takes a deep breath pushing harder into me.
“Look at that,” I say, examining how wet I made the handle. I grip his face with my free hand, forcing his mouth open.
“Now taste me. Open up that pretty little mouth.” He grunts as I force the handle into his mouth. “How does that pussy taste, big boy.” I thrust the handle of the dagger into his gaping mouth, pushing it as far as I dare without risking the razor-sharp edge slicing through my own flesh. He splutters and coughs, the metallic tang of blood mingling with the acrid scent of fear. Tears well in his eyes, cascading down his cheeks like a river of remorse.
With a savage grip, I clutch his throat, relishing the sensation of power coursing through my veins. The bones beneath my fingers crack under the force of my wrath. It’s a revelation, realizing that I possess the strength to snuff out this wretched existence.
“Stop wasting time and end him”, a sinister voice whispers in the recesses of my mind, the Dark Witch urging me to unleash my darkest desires.
I pull the handle from his throat and spin it in my palm, so I grip the handle that is wet with his drool. With a merciless thrust, I drive the blade into his parted lips, and it disappears into the depths of his throat. Crimson spills forth staining the pristine floor in a bloody beautiful mess.. His gurgles fill the room, and it is music to my dark, broken soul.
I watch with cold satisfaction as the light fades from his eyes, the spark of vitality extinguished by my hand. At that moment, amidst the carnage and the end of life, I feel alive, intoxicated by the scent of death. A smile curls my lips as I revel in the finality of his demise, more proof of the darkness that dwells within.
I wipe the blade on his tux, clean it of his blood and slide it back into the sheath. Standing, I look down at the dead man between my legs, and I feel nothing but pure satisfaction.
Chapter 34
Presly
Istill don’t see Daris in the sea of people, nor do I spot Lucas. I don’t see Eva standing where I left her, either. What the fuck? I told her to stay put.
Voices drift from one of the halls behind me, thankfully not in the direction of the man I just killed. I should feel bad or guilty. Something. I mean, really, I did the world a favour by ridding it of a rapist. God knows how many women he forced himself on or how many more there would have been. Fuck this. I turn toward the voices. The halls are all dimly lit, probably because they don’t want people up here. I stand outside the door where people are conversing. I hear my name. They’re discussing me.
“She must have it by now,” a woman’s voice says.
“She’s here already; if she has it with her, we can’t just take it,” a man says.
As I extend my hand toward the door handle, my fingers mere inches away, a sudden movement catches me off guard. An arm, swift as a serpent, coils around my waist with a vice-like grip, pulling me back. Before I can react, a hand clamps firmly over my mouth, stifling any outcry that might have escaped. Panic surges within me as I struggle against the unexpected assailant, but their strength overwhelms me. It’s definitely a vampire.
With alarming speed, I find myself hoisted off my feet and carried swiftly down the dimly lit corridor. Darkness envelops us, broken only by faint glimmers of moonlight filtering through the windows. Despite the lack of illumination, my senses strain to grasp the details of my surroundings. The corridor stretches endlessly, flanked by rows of closed doors on either side. Intricate artwork adorns the walls, their shadows dancing eerily in the dimness. A door opens, and I’m ushered in. The arm releases me as soon as the door closes. I swing around and connect with a steel jaw.
“Christ,” I squeak. A hand grips my throat, forcing me to look into the icy blue eyes. A smirk pulls at his full lips.
“Let me go, asshat,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Now, is that any way to greet me, Little One?” Ian smiles, showing off his Hollywood smile.
“Fuck you,” I say, turning to exit the room. I don’t get far before he slams my back into the wall behind me.
“I just saved you from a room full of vampires and witches looking for you. You should be thanking me.” His smug smile should infuriate me, but instead, I fight the smirk threatening to spread across my lips.
“I can handle myself, Ian.” I try to pull his hand away from my throat.
